Bloomin Forgetful

Seconds before his interview on a well known talk show, Orlando remembers one very important thing.

"Oh bloody fuckin' hell....Tracey is going to kill me!", Orlando mumbled to himself as a chill ran down his spine.

That very morning when realising he'd overslept, Orlando had shot out of bed, showered and dressed before rushing to leave the house in order to get to an important appointment he had scheduled that day.

He hated being late and leaving without waking his girlfriend to say good-bye wasn't the problem. His interview wasn't going to take that very long to tape so Tracey would probably still be sleeping by the time he got back. He even prayed she would be because they had dozed off immediately after a whole night of torrid and uninhibited sex which could only mean one thing.

"Okay Bloom.....how the hell are you going to get out of this one?", he thought, massaging his temple, hoping it would help him come up with something that would save his hide.

"FLOWERS! I'll...I'll stop by a florist on my way home or better yet the jewelers. Of course! Get her something big, sparkly and very expensive. Hopefully that'll keep me from having to sleep on the couch with Sidi! Lord I hope so."

After the interview, which seemed to have taken forever, Orlando made several stops before reaching his final destination.

"Well, so far so good. Don't hear any cursing or hysterical screaming coming from the bedroom so that must mean she hasn't woken up.", he whispered almost inaudibly while sneaking into the house.

Then before stripping down to his boxers, he carefully placed the varied items he was carrying on a nearby table.

A bouquet of roses, a bottle of champagne, strawberries and last but not least a small turquoise gift bag which held a black, velvety box.

Orlando grinned when it suddenly occurred to him that if there was the slight chance that during his absence Tracey had slept through his blunder all he had to do now was undo the cuffs and pretend like he'd never left. The gifts he could easily explain by saying he made a few calls and had them delivered.

When he stepped into the bedroom his girlfriend was wide awake and greeted him with a big, warm smile on her face in spite of the fact that her arms were immobilized above her head.

"Hey honey! How'd the interview go?", she said way too sweetly for Orlando's taste and that scared the hell out of him because it wasn't at all what he'd expected.

"Listen. Sweetheart.. ..you gotta know I....I....didn't leave you that way intentionally! I-I..swear!", he stammered, wishing she'd stopped grinning at him especially when he could clearly see in her eyes that as soon as she got free she was going to kill him or worse.

"This is what happened. I got up late and dashed out of here barely making it to the studio on time by the way and when I remembered about the handcuffs it was too late! I couldn't just leave! What explanation could I give them? You do understand. Don't you Trace? Honey?"

Tracey didn't immediately respond but just went on smiling and batting her eyelashes at him.

When Orlando had left earlier, slamming the front door behind him, another thing he always forgot not to do, Tracey had been startled awake.

Her eyes had begun to drift closed again but when she remembered about his interview they flew open and she yelled out his name several times but it had been useless.

"Don't worry babe. I completely understand and what can I say.......shit happens.", she shrugged, "Now could you please take these off cause I really need to use the bathroom."

Quickly, Orlando went to the night stand and took out the tiny keys from the drawer.

As soon as Tracey's hands were freed Orlando jumped back a foot just for good measure in case she attacked him but she only winced as the circulation in her arms began it's normal flow again then he watched as she got out of bed.

"Don't go anywhere....", she stated quietly, pointing a finger at him before dashing towards the master bathroom.

"NO.....no of course not. I...I wouldn't dream of it.", he swallowed, sitting down on the edge of the bed, "TRACEY?", he then called out after he heard the door close, "While you're in there plotting my slow and painful demise just thought I'd mention that I brought you a few gifts! Not that I'm trying to buy your forgiveness. .....or anything!"

"The only gift I want right now is what's in those boxers you're wearing so take them off.", she yelled back taking him by surprise and although he was a bit suspicious as to why she'd forgiven him so easily, Orlando did what she asked and slipped them off.

When Tracey returned she straddled his lap. Softly kissing his forehead and cheeks as she pushed him back onto the bed before unexpectedly grabbing a pillow and hitting him with it hard, repeatedly.

Orlando laughed and covered his face with his arms. He didn't protest or try to stop her because he knew he deserved it and they'd had pillow fights before but when she stopped he quickly sat up wrapped his arms around her tightly when he saw that she was crying.

He apologized over and over again as they rocked back and forth while she incoherently cursed him out between sobs.

"It'll never happen again Tracey and I swear I did try to get back as fast as I could. I really am sorry."

"I forgive you.", she replied after calming down a bit, "It's just that, well I felt so helpless and not knowing how long you were going to gone freaked me not to mention that I had to pee soooo bad!"

Orlando threw his head back and laughed at her last statement earning him a solid punch to his arm which instantly ensued a pillow fight but it didn't last long.

The second he had her pinned to the mattress he eased every inch of his straining flesh into her as she thrust her hips up to drive him in deeper.

He then cried out her name when her muscles flexed around his thick shaft as he began to pump hard and fast, her moans echoing in the room with every maddening stroke until their release exploded simultaneously. A moment neither one would ever forget.