Because I can't start rumors about them.

[rsadelle]

He lounges naked on her bed one afternoon when neither of them has to be on the set.

"Orli," she says, just to hear her own voice.

"Mmm." He rolls and looks at her. "Liv. Livvy. Liffey."

She laughs. "Liffey?"

He shoots her an offended look. "It's a river in Ireland."

She giggles. "I'm a river."

He smirks and slides his hand over her hip. "You are often wet."

She blushes, but laughs anyway. "God, Orli. You're so crude."

He slides onto her, his hand parting her thighs. "I thought you liked it when I was crude."

Her body opens easily to his touch. "I do."