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Fic: New Rules -- Damaged Story 2 Elijah/Orli N17 10/10
This is it folks, the last chapter. I need to say a really big thank you to everyone who has ever left feedback. Some of it has been truly stunning and all of it has been very welcome. When life has been shitty it has been like the sun coming out. Thank you.
Story 3 will be along just as soon as it’s ready. You all know I write really slowly and I won’t post anything until it’s all been checked a zillion times and sent for it’s final beta. It maybe a while but it will be here eventually. How can I stop writing about these two when I love them so much!
I still don’t feel right so I’m going to take my time and enjoy answering any feedback I get for this last chapter. I hope you understand that I want to savour it slowly.
Thanks again, you have all been such darlings.
PS This bit contains my favourite bit of sex in the whole thing.
Title: New Rules – Damaged story 2
Author: Arabia
Chapter 10
Pairing: Elijah/Orli
Rating N17
Disclaimer: Total fiction
Notes: An AU set in modern day South London.
It carries on pretty much after the end of the original Damaged story and it won’t make much sense if you haven’t read that. The first story can be found here…
Damaged
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curthose for the amazing beta and to annwyn55 for making the beautiful icon that goes with the fic. You are both too wonderful to contemplate.
New Rules
Chapter Ten
Sunday.
Dinner with his parents. Orli bitterly hadn’t wanted to go, all he had wanted was to lock the doors, pull the curtains and curl up with Elijah. The same Elijah who had thrown Orli’s jacket at him and said he had to move.
The same Elijah who had come out of the kitchen yesterday, saying he was all right and there was no point talking about it any more.
The same one who had then stood there looking like a dog that had just been kicked until Orli had hugged him close.
The same Elijah who had managed to chat, bright eyed, through dinner. He’d even had an ‘almost’ interchange with Frank, about old prime ministers of all things. It had to be an ‘almost’ conversation, conducted completely through Orli or his mum, as Frank wouldn’t talk directly to Elijah. But Orli didn’t mind, that was progress.
Orli was so incredibly proud of Elijah that, ignoring his father’s dark look, he linked his fingers through Elijah’s and squeezed them gently. After a while Elijah had slipped them out, but Orli was having none of it and sat with his hand on Elijah’s leg instead.
Orli was on his way back from the loo when he’d had to stop for a moment and just look at the scene in the front room. His father was sitting in his normal high backed armchair, tv remote control clasped tightly in one hand, mouth slightly open, as he snored gently.
Elijah was curled up on the sofa fast asleep, just as he had been when Orli slipped out. His eyelashes fluttered dark against pale skin as he twisted, his knees pushing up towards his chest as he settled into an even tighter ball and a small lock of hair stood up at a silly angle. Even with his arms tightening across his chest and his head resting at an awkward angle on the armrest his face looked at peace. The lines of worry eased out to leave him unblemished.
Orli caught a breath and held on tight.
“He’s very, very beautiful,” Yvonne said appearing unexpectedly, her hand resting on Orli’s arm. Orli nodded and they stood together, watching the rise and fall of Elijah’s chest for a while. “Come and help me make the coffee and tell me what’s happened.”
In the kitchen Orli was directed to the coffee pot and given a spoon. He added a few grains and then stopped, thinking. Yvonne took over.
“How do you know anything’s happened?” he asked suddenly.
“Because of that look on your face, you look… I don’t know, but you can’t take your eyes off him and it’s different from normal,” she reached for a tray, loading the things carefully. “And Elijah seems like he’s trying too hard. As though he’s trying to hide something behind a bright smile.”
“He is,” Orli didn’t hesitate to tell Yvonne. “His mum turned up, she wanted him to go back with her. He said no and that he didn’t want to see her. He sent her away, even though he loves her.” His eyes were full of awe. “I don’t think I could have done that, not give up everything I’m used to, but he did, and he did it for me.”
Yvonne digested the news slowly. “Perhaps he really does love you.”
“Oh he does,” Orli said, completely confident. “Nearly as much as I love him.”
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Not wildly hot; no sex toys, no swinging from the chandeliers, no whipped cream and no melted chocolate.
No games.
Just a stolen afternoon off work.
Orli had opened the front door quietly, undressed in the hall, and slipped into bed behind a sleeping Elijah. With the curtains pulled it was semi-dark in the room and Orli waited for his eyes to adjust, moving just close enough so he could inhale Elijah’s smell. Warm and fuzzy with the hint of the mustiness that comes after a couple of hours sleep. He could also smell a new-washed crispness coming from the sheets and realised that Elijah must have changed the bed before getting in for his afternoon nap.
The thought made Orli smile; Elijah loved sleeping in a freshly changed bed. Orli crept forward a little more and sniffed at Elijah’s shoulder. Yep, a freshly washed t shirt and… Orli lifted his head and sniffed again: coconut. Elijah had showered, washing his hair with coconut shampoo.
It was something that made Elijah’s face warm with pleasure, getting into a freshly made bed after a shower or, even better, a long hot bath when he was really tired. So stupid, so simple, and Orli loved the fact he knew about it.
He inched forward a little more, resting his hand on Elijah’s hip, running his fingers over the soft over-washed cotton of the t shirt, breathing in Elijah’s smell as his nose buried itself into Elijah’s hair.
Not hot, no games, just perfect.
“What you doing home?” Elijah asked sleepily, his hand pulling Orli’s around himself.
“Missed you,” Orli inched in closer. “I didn’t mean to wake you, well, not yet. Have you had enough sleep?”
“What time is it?” Elijah turned onto his back.
Orli craned his neck to see the clock on the bedside table. “Just after four.”
“Mmm, had a couple of hours. If I have anymore I won’t sleep tonight,” he pulled Orli over till he was lying between his legs. “How did you get out of work early?” He ran his hands down Orli’s spine.
Orli kissed the corners of Elijah’s mouth and Elijah tasted the cheese and onion crisps Orli had eaten on the bus. “I’m meant to be delivering a package. Rose said she’d drop it off for me, the address is right near where Stuart lives.” He ran his open mouth up to Elijah’s ear and than back to his lips, kissing slowly, carefully, taking all the time in the world to search out those familiar places, to elicit those familiar murmurs of pleasure. Orli licked into the warmth of Elijah’s mouth tangled his tongue around Elijah’s in a never ending battle that made them both smile.
“I like Rose, she’s a good girl.” Elijah nudged Orli’s head up and licked under his chin. “I like Stuart as well, he makes Rose smile.” He slipped his hands further down, gently kneading Orli’s backside. They kissed again, long, warm and wet, tongues slipping easily around each other then over teeth.
“And I like you because you’ve changed the bed.” Orli slowly rotated his hips, grinding gently against Elijah’s groin as his kissed a haphazard pattern along a sharp collar bone.
“And I put the washing on. Again.” Elijah ran his hands back up, tangling them briefly in Orli’s hair before letting them flop on the bed above him as Orli kissed butterfly kisses over his mouth and down his neck. “When’s it going to be your turn to do something domestic?”
“I washed up last night.” Orli slithered down, pulling Elijah’s t shirt up with his teeth till a brown nipple was exposed. He licked it. Then kissed it. Finally he bit it, ever so gently.
“You loaded the dishwasher, it’s not the same thing.” Elijah pushed Orli away, sitting up slightly to pull his top off before unravelling back onto the bed.
Orli hunched up till he could kiss Elijah again. His head tilted at such a natural angle that their lips fitted together as if by magic and his tongue just glided across Elijah’s lips. Sloppy this time and wet; sloppy, slightly slurpy and just about perfect. Heads tilted again, a new angle, more exploration as lips slipped and pressed. “I’ll start pulling my weight when you go to university, cross my heart and hope to die.” Orli moved down to the other nipple, suckling at it tenderly.
“So I have to do everything till then?” Elijah arched up just a little into the touch, sighing out a breath and closing his eyes as Orli started to explore across his chest with tongue and lips and finger tips.
“I’ll buy you a takeaway to make up for it.” Orli hooked his fingers under Elijah, one hand nudging into the soft flesh below his hip, the other curling round his chest, and rolled him onto his belly. Elijah slumped out flat, his sleepy limbs settling into a comfortable sprawl on the bed.
“Pizza?” Elijah’s tongue flicked out to swipe over his lips as Orli crawled up his body, planting soft kisses along the centre of his back, deep into the soft folds of his neck and around his ear. With an awkward twisting of their heads Orli dropped a last long kiss on Elijah’s mouth.
“If you want.” Orli kissed in the reverse direction, down to Elijah’s back where he nuzzled gently between his shoulder blades as his hands stroked out along Elijah’s arms. For a moment he let their fingers intertwine and then he moved again, rubbing his thumbs in tiny circles around Elijah’s palms.
“With all the trimmings on it?” Elijah buried his face in the pillow as Orli dropped a slow kiss on each hand then ran his open mouth up Elijah’s arm before licking down his spine. The lick felt as if it spiralled around each vertebra, pressing harder on the outer edge, softer on the joint.
“And ice cream. Haagen Dasz or Ben and Jerry’s. Whatever you want..” Orli ran his mouth around the edge of Elijah’s boxers as his hands played games over his back, just this side of tickling.
“That’ll get you the washing done but I’m not ironing.” Elijah lifted his hips when Orli’s fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers. They slid down with such ease that he was back, flat on the bed, Orli huffing a breath into the small of his back, making the small hairs stand up, within a heartbeat.
“We don’t iron anything but my work stuff anyway.” Orli slid down, pushing Elijah’s legs apart to snuggle in between them. He kissed the back of a knee, licking a silly pattern till Elijah squirmed, then softly up the thigh, burrowing his face into the soft skin where leg met the curve of a cheek.
“That’s only because you’re a slob. I still think it’s nice to iron pillow cases and sheets.” Elijah spread his legs a little more and Orli turned his head to work his magic on the other knee and thigh. Snowflake fine kisses; tender but each one felt down to the bone, and then he rubbed his face into pliable flesh.
“You like ‘em ironed, you iron ‘em.” Orli wriggled himself down until his face was sandwiched between Elijah’s legs, his hands continuing their unpredictable dance over Elijah’s flesh. His tongue dragged a hard line down the skin from Elijah’s body to his scrotum and then he sucked in the one solid mass in a single movement.
“I do iron them,” Elijah’s voice wavered just a little. “So you can do all the non-dishwasher washing up from now on.” Orli let the tightened flesh slip from his mouth and licked a second hard line back up. “And clean the bathroom.” Elijah’s voice almost, very nearly, but not quite, cracked on the last word.
Orli pushed Elijah’s legs out further, his hips lifting just slightly off the bed, and nuzzled his face hard into the flesh behind the base of Elijah’s cock. “Yeah right, only if you vacuum the crisp crumbs off the sofa.” He nipped at the taught skin with his teeth.
“They’re your crumbs!” Elijah flinched away but Orli held on with teeth and hands, opening his mouth wide to suckle as much as flesh he could. “You’re always eating crisps, they’re not good for you.”
Almost without Elijah noticing Orli’s hands moved up and around to open him up. “You worried I’ll get fat?” His tongue inched into the gap.
“I can take you fat, I can’t take you sick.” Elijah couldn’t help the shiver that ran through his entire body. Orli felt it through his tongue and pulled him open a little more. Elijah’s hands went up to hold onto the headboard, his body stretching out.
“I won’t get sick, promise. I can’t, not with you nagging and putting fruit in my pockets for work.” Orli blew a long, slow, hard breath against Elijah’s hole and smiled as it seemed to pulsate in appreciation.
“It’s good for you.” Elijah’s grip tightened, his knuckles turning white, his face pressing into the pillow as Orli blew again.
“So are cold showers but I don’t want one every day.” Orli let his tongue just flick, flick, flick around the edges; tantalising little touches designed to torment. Elijah pushed himself further down into the bed, away from Orli’s tongue. Orli went right after him.
“Cold showers aren’t really good for you but roughage is. Have you eaten any of that bran I bought?” Orli poked his way inside, just a little, and Elijah tensed, every nerve ending firing, every muscle stretched to maximum.
“Can’t swallow it, it’s like eating cardboard.” Orli pushed his tongue in again and Elijah stopped breathing. Again with the push, this time with an added twist and twirl and the air rushed out of Elijah’s lungs in a high pitched huff.
“It’s…” Elijah couldn’t manage any more.
“Lift your leg.” Orli wriggled back and dragged Elijah onto his side, bending and pushing his top leg up high so the gap between his cheeks was exposed beautifully. He eased himself back into place, his hand opening Elijah just a little more, and licked around the opening again.
Elijah huffed again, his hands rearranging themselves tight around the spokes of the wooden headboard, the angle clumsy, the need to ground himself great. Orli slipped his hand over Elijah’s hip and reached for his cock, holding just tight enough as he began a steady, long rhythm that didn’t quite match the timing of his tongue.
Elijah gave up and gave in, gripping the headboard tight and squeezing his eyes shut as he let the million and one sensations wash over him. Wet, slurpy, not hard enough, nowhere near deep enough; so good it made his mind fuzz and fuse like a circuit board over heating. The pressure on his cock just as he liked it, tight at the base, an unhurried force all the way up and a squeeze at the top.
Orli buried his face a little deeper, pressing harder with his tongue but not too hard, that would never do. That would stop the breathy little gasps that he loved so much. He drew up his hand, moulding Elijah’s cock round so it angled in towards his belly and… squeeze on the head. That was it, that was just how Elijah liked it.
Elijah gave up thinking and gave up moving. No way could he decide if he should move back or forwards, squirm away or push into it. No, no way he could even think about it, best to just lie there and let Orli make all the decisions as he felt it flood over him. Best thing to do. Only thing to do.
Orli blew out a cold breath of air around his tongue, his hand keeping up the pace, not making the mistake of going too fast. Oh no, Elijah didn’t like that so much, he liked it just like… Orli timed it perfectly, a cold breath as his tongue pushed deeper inside, his hand just making it to the top of a stroke, tighten his fingers till it was too much and… This time he was rewarded with Elijah grinding down hard into the bed, his head angled back till it must surely hurt, Orli’s name grunted out barely recognisable and a warm splash of come over his hand.
Orli continued to lick and stroke, milking every aftershock for all they were worth till Elijah started to squirm away. The pressure on his cock he could take, just, but the tickling, tormenting movements of Orli’s tongue were too much. He shivered, his whole body quivering under its force, pulled away and turned round, heaving Orli up so they were face to face on the pillow.
No that wasn’t right. He wasn’t quite ready to look Orli in the eye, not yet. He wriggled down, pushed Orli onto his back and nestled his face into Orli’s neck, his breath still panting out over Orli’s skin. Better, much better. His hand went down to Orli’s hard, hard cock and stroked it lazily.
“Still can’t get used to the idea that you actually want to do that,” Elijah admitted.
“Stupid sod,” Orli pushed up into Elijah’s grip, wishing it were harder. “I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t want to.”
“I know, but…” Elijah’s fingers brushed against Orli’s painfully engorged flesh, not even tickling just making Orli itch for more.
“You hated doing it.” Orli reached down pressing his own hand around Elijah’s, tightening the grip, upping the tempo.
“Pretty much,” Elijah let his hand float under Orli’s, his mind elsewhere. “I like doing it to you, but that’s different. I like anything to do with your arse,” he said seriously. “But I kinda hated it with anyone else. You have to admit, it is pretty gross.”
“I like it.” Orli could feel the bloody pulsing in his temple, a red hot beat under the skin, as he pumped Elijah’s hand harder.
“Doing it or having it done?” Elijah felt Orli’s back arch up and tried to focus on what he was doing.
“Both.” Orli pressed his lips hard into Elijah’s hair, the ache in his cock spreading out, warming his whole groin.
“Who’ve you done it with?” Elijah kissed Orli’s neck, his fingers remembering to curl. He could feel the heat from Orli’s cock, the blood pumping along the veins throbbing against his skin.
“You and Shane.” Orli’s voice was slurred, breathy, nice Elijah decided. Orli pushed his hips up, the pressure still not enough, and pressed the heel of his hand down onto the back of Elijah’s. His groan of pleasure was muffled in Elijah’s dark hair.
“Only us?” At last Elijah had got the message, tightening his hand and increasing the pace to the fast and furious that Orli liked.
“Uh ha.” Orli gulped, and gulped again. “Only you two.” His hips lost their rhythm, pumping any old how into Elijah’s fist as he squeezed hard as he could with his own hand.
“That’s nice, that it’s only us. I don’t want to share your arse with anyone else.” Elijah took the hint and pressed the heel of his hand down onto Orli’s balls. Orli came; sticky white streams squirting onto his belly, his breath stuttering out in a mangled groan.
“Glad you approve.” Orli flopped back, eyes closed, body sated.
“Oh I do.” Elijah snuggled onto Orli’s chest, making sure the slowly drying come on his own stomach was in line with Orli’s and not on his freshly washed sheets. He rubbed at his squashed hand after first wiping the come off onto Orli’s thigh.
“Time for a nap?” Orli was half asleep.
“There’s always time for a nap,” Elijah wriggled himself comfortable. “And then you can make dinner.”
“And I bet you change the bed again.”
“Maybe…” Elijah yawned, his eyes already closed.
Not wildly hot, no swinging from the chandeliers, just perfect.
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Elijah yawned and put his feet up on the kitchen chair opposite. The edges of the bathrobe fell open and he pulled them together again. He liked the old robe, sure it was faded and stained but it was worn comfy, the cotton matted to perfection, and it smelled of Orli. What was there not to like?
“Stop eating biscuits, you won’t want your dinner,” Orli yanked the packet out of Elijah’s hand, sticking it up on a shelf.
“Yes mum,” Elijah stuffed the rest of the one he still had in his hand into his mouth.
“And chop this lot up,” Orli dumped the contents of the fridge’s salad drawer in front of Elijah. “We’re supposed to be eating healthily.”
“I think it died,” Elijah held up a very limp celery stalk, shrugged, and cut it up anyway. “We need to go shopping, I was going to go this morning but I got distracted.”
“Why, what happened?” Orli peered curiously into the saucepan he was stirring.
“Your mum phoned for one thing. She must have known you’d be at work but she wanted to know if we were going there for Christmas. It’s only September, I can’t understand what all the rush is for.”
Orli stopped and looked at Elijah, wooden spoon held high in the air, bits of food dripping off it. “We? Did she ask if we were going?”
“Yeah,” Elijah carried on cutting. “I said I didn’t know, I’d ask you.”
“You bloody idiot, you don’t get it, do you?”
“What?”
“She asked us, both of us, and she rang when she knew I’d be out so she could say it to you.”
“So?”
“Christ ‘Lijah, Shane didn’t get invited for two years. Can’t you see how significant this is?”
“Oh,” Elijah picked at the small chopped pieces of celery, throwing some into the bowl, pushing others around the chopping board. “Where did Shane go instead?”
“To his parents, we both did, but that’s not what’s important.”
“That explains it,” Elijah started chopping again. “She knows I haven’t got anywhere else to go.”
“Don’t be a complete tosser, my mum doesn’t do anything just because she feels sorry for someone,” Orli stood right by Elijah, nudging him so he had to look up. “It’s her way of saying ‘welcome to the family.’”
“You think?” Elijah looked dubious.
“Yes, Christmas is a big deal with my mum. After lunch all these odd relatives no one sees all year turn up, even my sister is coming from Scotland,” Orli brushed Elijah’s hair back from his forehead. “You’re lumbered now mate, you haven’t just got to put up with me, you’ve got the whole family. Mum’s accepted you’re here for good and this is her way of welcoming you. Told you we’d win her round.”
“I’d better not cock it up then,” Elijah sounded more nervous than pleased.
“Doesn’t matter if you do,” Orli smiled, turning back to his saucepan. “But then it’s probably best not to fuck Aunty Beatie on the dinning room table.”
“Orli!” Elijah said, his face tight with indignation.
“A joke, it was a joke,” Orli thought about it for a second. “It’d probably kill Aunty Beatie, she must be about ninety by now. Just the sight of you naked would stop her heart. No, I think we’ll keep that treat just for me.”
“Orlando,” Elijah said quietly. “I don’t know if I can handle anything big.”
“Don’t worry,” Orli smiled. “I’ll say thank you to mum, show you off and then we can sit in the corner watching telly for the rest of the day while everyone looks on enviously. We’ll do fine.”
“Do you think so?”
“I do, it’ll be fine and I really am amazed, by you and my mum.”
Elijah was quiet for a moment, slicing a tomato into minute pieces. “Have you really got an aunt called Beatie? What kind of name is that?”
“It’s short for Beatrice and, yes, she’s really my aunt. Got one called Dolly as well.”
“Wow, you have some seriously weird names in your family.”
Orli stopped stirring again, looking at Elijah. “And you have a really beautiful name. Elijah: I like the way it rolls around my tongue, it’s beautiful. How come your mum came up with something so nice?”
“She didn’t,” Elijah’s chopping didn’t miss a beat. “My nan named me. We lived with her, she brought me up, till she died when I was about nine. Things weren’t so good after that.”
Orli turned back to the stove, trying desperately to iron out the lines of anger from his face. He hadn’t realised it was possible to hate anyone as much as he hated Silvia.
“What do you want to do Saturday?” Elijah interrupted his thoughts. “If there’s nothing else on I thought I might go to Kew gardens, I could take my sketch book.”
“Oh, if you want,” Orli stumbled. “It’s just I… doesn’t matter.”
“What?”
“Nah, forget it.”
“What?” Elijah asked again, looking up. “I can go anytime, it’s nothing special.”
And now, all of a sudden, Orli felt nervous making his suggestion. “It’s just I thought we could go and see Tooting and Mitcham play in the afternoon. But not if you don’t want to,” he added quickly.
“Tooting and Mitcham?” Elijah questioned. “As in Tooting and Mitcham football club?”
“Yeah well,” Orli blustered around opening the fridge door, unable to meet Elijah’s eye. “I know they’re not much good, only a stupid local club, not even in the proper league just the Vauxhall Conference and they haven’t got a decent striker or a…”
“Orlando,” Elijah cut him short. “You want to go and watch football? With me?”
“Yeah,” Orli stood, one hand on the fridge door the other holding a packet of frozen peas. “I can’t do the big clubs, not like I used to with Shane, not yet, but I’d like to go and watch football with you.”
“Are you sure?”
Orli nodded.
“Then I’d be honoured. Do they sell those nasty hotdogs at half time?” Elijah smiled.
“Course they do,” Orli shut the fridge door and went back to his cooking. “They might be crap at football but they do a mean hotdog.”
Elijah laughed, dumped the rest of the sliced tomatoes in the bowl and picked up a wilted carrot. “This is so old it’s bendy,” he said demonstrating to Orli.
“Cover it with enough salad dressing and we’ll never notice,” Orli smiled back.
They worked in silence for a few minutes, the smell of the cooking food starting to permeate the room and make Elijah’s stomach rumble. “This is it, isn’t it? We’ve got it back; contentment.”
“It never went away,” Orli reached over, popping a piece of carrot into his mouth. “No matter what happens, no matter what the fuss is, this is still here, underneath, waiting for us.”
“I like that idea,” Elijah decided. “It’s always here, even when things are difficult.”
“Good, because they will be difficult. When’s your next hospital appointment?” Orli asked gently.
“Ten days,” Elijah screwed up his face at the prospect.
“I’m coming with you this time. Don’t argue,” Orli didn’t give Elijah the chance. “I want to come. It’ll be easier than sitting at work wondering what’s going on and I promise I’ll be good. I won’t embarrass you by playing up in the waiting room.”
“Okay,” Elijah wasn’t about to admit how pleased he felt. “But don’t moan if you get bored. I have warned you.”
“I won’t and see, not even a hospital visit can upset our contentment. Peace and quiet here we come.”
“Maybe not but this might,” Elijah held up a withered lettuce, the inside yellow and slimy.
“Even I’m not eating that,” Orli said getting out two plates and starting to serve up. “You really should have gone shopping. I know my mum can talk for England but not even one of her epic phone calls should have taken all morning.”
“It wasn’t just that,” Elijah dumped his chopping board on the counter and found the cutlery. “This old woman turned up at the door, said she was a friend of yours but hadn’t seen you for ages. She seemed really nice so when she asked to see the flat I invited her in. We ended up having tea and the cake she’d brought.”
“You invited some old crackpot in?” Orli said surprised. “That’s not like you.”
“I dunno, there was something about her, she was really easy to talk and she certainly knew you, from all the things she said.”
“Who was she?” Orli put the plates on the table, Elijah added dressing to the salad and opened a couple of bottles of beer.
“It’s a bit daft, I don’t really know. She looked in her late sixties, dark hair, she seemed a bit… sad. I can’t think of any other way of explaining it, as though all the light had gone out of her life and she was only going through the motions.”
“But what was her name, plonker?”
“Oh,” Elijah thought about it. “I did know. Eileen, that’s it, her name was Eileen.”
Orli put his fork down, the colour draining from his face. “So much for our peace and quiet. Eileen is Shane’s mum.”
“Oh shit…” Elijah let the sound escape between his teeth like a soft hiss.
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Story 3 will be along just as soon as it’s ready. You all know I write really slowly and I won’t post anything until it’s all been checked a zillion times and sent for it’s final beta. It maybe a while but it will be here eventually. How can I stop writing about these two when I love them so much!
I still don’t feel right so I’m going to take my time and enjoy answering any feedback I get for this last chapter. I hope you understand that I want to savour it slowly.
Thanks again, you have all been such darlings.
PS This bit contains my favourite bit of sex in the whole thing.
Title: New Rules – Damaged story 2
Author: Arabia
Chapter 10
Pairing: Elijah/Orli
Rating N17
Disclaimer: Total fiction
Notes: An AU set in modern day South London.
It carries on pretty much after the end of the original Damaged story and it won’t make much sense if you haven’t read that. The first story can be found here…
Damaged
Thank yous and kisses go to my darling
curthose for the amazing beta and to annwyn55 for making the beautiful icon that goes with the fic. You are both too wonderful to contemplate.New Rules
Chapter Ten
Sunday.
Dinner with his parents. Orli bitterly hadn’t wanted to go, all he had wanted was to lock the doors, pull the curtains and curl up with Elijah. The same Elijah who had thrown Orli’s jacket at him and said he had to move.
The same Elijah who had come out of the kitchen yesterday, saying he was all right and there was no point talking about it any more.
The same one who had then stood there looking like a dog that had just been kicked until Orli had hugged him close.
The same Elijah who had managed to chat, bright eyed, through dinner. He’d even had an ‘almost’ interchange with Frank, about old prime ministers of all things. It had to be an ‘almost’ conversation, conducted completely through Orli or his mum, as Frank wouldn’t talk directly to Elijah. But Orli didn’t mind, that was progress.
Orli was so incredibly proud of Elijah that, ignoring his father’s dark look, he linked his fingers through Elijah’s and squeezed them gently. After a while Elijah had slipped them out, but Orli was having none of it and sat with his hand on Elijah’s leg instead.
Orli was on his way back from the loo when he’d had to stop for a moment and just look at the scene in the front room. His father was sitting in his normal high backed armchair, tv remote control clasped tightly in one hand, mouth slightly open, as he snored gently.
Elijah was curled up on the sofa fast asleep, just as he had been when Orli slipped out. His eyelashes fluttered dark against pale skin as he twisted, his knees pushing up towards his chest as he settled into an even tighter ball and a small lock of hair stood up at a silly angle. Even with his arms tightening across his chest and his head resting at an awkward angle on the armrest his face looked at peace. The lines of worry eased out to leave him unblemished.
Orli caught a breath and held on tight.
“He’s very, very beautiful,” Yvonne said appearing unexpectedly, her hand resting on Orli’s arm. Orli nodded and they stood together, watching the rise and fall of Elijah’s chest for a while. “Come and help me make the coffee and tell me what’s happened.”
In the kitchen Orli was directed to the coffee pot and given a spoon. He added a few grains and then stopped, thinking. Yvonne took over.
“How do you know anything’s happened?” he asked suddenly.
“Because of that look on your face, you look… I don’t know, but you can’t take your eyes off him and it’s different from normal,” she reached for a tray, loading the things carefully. “And Elijah seems like he’s trying too hard. As though he’s trying to hide something behind a bright smile.”
“He is,” Orli didn’t hesitate to tell Yvonne. “His mum turned up, she wanted him to go back with her. He said no and that he didn’t want to see her. He sent her away, even though he loves her.” His eyes were full of awe. “I don’t think I could have done that, not give up everything I’m used to, but he did, and he did it for me.”
Yvonne digested the news slowly. “Perhaps he really does love you.”
“Oh he does,” Orli said, completely confident. “Nearly as much as I love him.”
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Not wildly hot; no sex toys, no swinging from the chandeliers, no whipped cream and no melted chocolate.
No games.
Just a stolen afternoon off work.
Orli had opened the front door quietly, undressed in the hall, and slipped into bed behind a sleeping Elijah. With the curtains pulled it was semi-dark in the room and Orli waited for his eyes to adjust, moving just close enough so he could inhale Elijah’s smell. Warm and fuzzy with the hint of the mustiness that comes after a couple of hours sleep. He could also smell a new-washed crispness coming from the sheets and realised that Elijah must have changed the bed before getting in for his afternoon nap.
The thought made Orli smile; Elijah loved sleeping in a freshly changed bed. Orli crept forward a little more and sniffed at Elijah’s shoulder. Yep, a freshly washed t shirt and… Orli lifted his head and sniffed again: coconut. Elijah had showered, washing his hair with coconut shampoo.
It was something that made Elijah’s face warm with pleasure, getting into a freshly made bed after a shower or, even better, a long hot bath when he was really tired. So stupid, so simple, and Orli loved the fact he knew about it.
He inched forward a little more, resting his hand on Elijah’s hip, running his fingers over the soft over-washed cotton of the t shirt, breathing in Elijah’s smell as his nose buried itself into Elijah’s hair.
Not hot, no games, just perfect.
“What you doing home?” Elijah asked sleepily, his hand pulling Orli’s around himself.
“Missed you,” Orli inched in closer. “I didn’t mean to wake you, well, not yet. Have you had enough sleep?”
“What time is it?” Elijah turned onto his back.
Orli craned his neck to see the clock on the bedside table. “Just after four.”
“Mmm, had a couple of hours. If I have anymore I won’t sleep tonight,” he pulled Orli over till he was lying between his legs. “How did you get out of work early?” He ran his hands down Orli’s spine.
Orli kissed the corners of Elijah’s mouth and Elijah tasted the cheese and onion crisps Orli had eaten on the bus. “I’m meant to be delivering a package. Rose said she’d drop it off for me, the address is right near where Stuart lives.” He ran his open mouth up to Elijah’s ear and than back to his lips, kissing slowly, carefully, taking all the time in the world to search out those familiar places, to elicit those familiar murmurs of pleasure. Orli licked into the warmth of Elijah’s mouth tangled his tongue around Elijah’s in a never ending battle that made them both smile.
“I like Rose, she’s a good girl.” Elijah nudged Orli’s head up and licked under his chin. “I like Stuart as well, he makes Rose smile.” He slipped his hands further down, gently kneading Orli’s backside. They kissed again, long, warm and wet, tongues slipping easily around each other then over teeth.
“And I like you because you’ve changed the bed.” Orli slowly rotated his hips, grinding gently against Elijah’s groin as his kissed a haphazard pattern along a sharp collar bone.
“And I put the washing on. Again.” Elijah ran his hands back up, tangling them briefly in Orli’s hair before letting them flop on the bed above him as Orli kissed butterfly kisses over his mouth and down his neck. “When’s it going to be your turn to do something domestic?”
“I washed up last night.” Orli slithered down, pulling Elijah’s t shirt up with his teeth till a brown nipple was exposed. He licked it. Then kissed it. Finally he bit it, ever so gently.
“You loaded the dishwasher, it’s not the same thing.” Elijah pushed Orli away, sitting up slightly to pull his top off before unravelling back onto the bed.
Orli hunched up till he could kiss Elijah again. His head tilted at such a natural angle that their lips fitted together as if by magic and his tongue just glided across Elijah’s lips. Sloppy this time and wet; sloppy, slightly slurpy and just about perfect. Heads tilted again, a new angle, more exploration as lips slipped and pressed. “I’ll start pulling my weight when you go to university, cross my heart and hope to die.” Orli moved down to the other nipple, suckling at it tenderly.
“So I have to do everything till then?” Elijah arched up just a little into the touch, sighing out a breath and closing his eyes as Orli started to explore across his chest with tongue and lips and finger tips.
“I’ll buy you a takeaway to make up for it.” Orli hooked his fingers under Elijah, one hand nudging into the soft flesh below his hip, the other curling round his chest, and rolled him onto his belly. Elijah slumped out flat, his sleepy limbs settling into a comfortable sprawl on the bed.
“Pizza?” Elijah’s tongue flicked out to swipe over his lips as Orli crawled up his body, planting soft kisses along the centre of his back, deep into the soft folds of his neck and around his ear. With an awkward twisting of their heads Orli dropped a last long kiss on Elijah’s mouth.
“If you want.” Orli kissed in the reverse direction, down to Elijah’s back where he nuzzled gently between his shoulder blades as his hands stroked out along Elijah’s arms. For a moment he let their fingers intertwine and then he moved again, rubbing his thumbs in tiny circles around Elijah’s palms.
“With all the trimmings on it?” Elijah buried his face in the pillow as Orli dropped a slow kiss on each hand then ran his open mouth up Elijah’s arm before licking down his spine. The lick felt as if it spiralled around each vertebra, pressing harder on the outer edge, softer on the joint.
“And ice cream. Haagen Dasz or Ben and Jerry’s. Whatever you want..” Orli ran his mouth around the edge of Elijah’s boxers as his hands played games over his back, just this side of tickling.
“That’ll get you the washing done but I’m not ironing.” Elijah lifted his hips when Orli’s fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers. They slid down with such ease that he was back, flat on the bed, Orli huffing a breath into the small of his back, making the small hairs stand up, within a heartbeat.
“We don’t iron anything but my work stuff anyway.” Orli slid down, pushing Elijah’s legs apart to snuggle in between them. He kissed the back of a knee, licking a silly pattern till Elijah squirmed, then softly up the thigh, burrowing his face into the soft skin where leg met the curve of a cheek.
“That’s only because you’re a slob. I still think it’s nice to iron pillow cases and sheets.” Elijah spread his legs a little more and Orli turned his head to work his magic on the other knee and thigh. Snowflake fine kisses; tender but each one felt down to the bone, and then he rubbed his face into pliable flesh.
“You like ‘em ironed, you iron ‘em.” Orli wriggled himself down until his face was sandwiched between Elijah’s legs, his hands continuing their unpredictable dance over Elijah’s flesh. His tongue dragged a hard line down the skin from Elijah’s body to his scrotum and then he sucked in the one solid mass in a single movement.
“I do iron them,” Elijah’s voice wavered just a little. “So you can do all the non-dishwasher washing up from now on.” Orli let the tightened flesh slip from his mouth and licked a second hard line back up. “And clean the bathroom.” Elijah’s voice almost, very nearly, but not quite, cracked on the last word.
Orli pushed Elijah’s legs out further, his hips lifting just slightly off the bed, and nuzzled his face hard into the flesh behind the base of Elijah’s cock. “Yeah right, only if you vacuum the crisp crumbs off the sofa.” He nipped at the taught skin with his teeth.
“They’re your crumbs!” Elijah flinched away but Orli held on with teeth and hands, opening his mouth wide to suckle as much as flesh he could. “You’re always eating crisps, they’re not good for you.”
Almost without Elijah noticing Orli’s hands moved up and around to open him up. “You worried I’ll get fat?” His tongue inched into the gap.
“I can take you fat, I can’t take you sick.” Elijah couldn’t help the shiver that ran through his entire body. Orli felt it through his tongue and pulled him open a little more. Elijah’s hands went up to hold onto the headboard, his body stretching out.
“I won’t get sick, promise. I can’t, not with you nagging and putting fruit in my pockets for work.” Orli blew a long, slow, hard breath against Elijah’s hole and smiled as it seemed to pulsate in appreciation.
“It’s good for you.” Elijah’s grip tightened, his knuckles turning white, his face pressing into the pillow as Orli blew again.
“So are cold showers but I don’t want one every day.” Orli let his tongue just flick, flick, flick around the edges; tantalising little touches designed to torment. Elijah pushed himself further down into the bed, away from Orli’s tongue. Orli went right after him.
“Cold showers aren’t really good for you but roughage is. Have you eaten any of that bran I bought?” Orli poked his way inside, just a little, and Elijah tensed, every nerve ending firing, every muscle stretched to maximum.
“Can’t swallow it, it’s like eating cardboard.” Orli pushed his tongue in again and Elijah stopped breathing. Again with the push, this time with an added twist and twirl and the air rushed out of Elijah’s lungs in a high pitched huff.
“It’s…” Elijah couldn’t manage any more.
“Lift your leg.” Orli wriggled back and dragged Elijah onto his side, bending and pushing his top leg up high so the gap between his cheeks was exposed beautifully. He eased himself back into place, his hand opening Elijah just a little more, and licked around the opening again.
Elijah huffed again, his hands rearranging themselves tight around the spokes of the wooden headboard, the angle clumsy, the need to ground himself great. Orli slipped his hand over Elijah’s hip and reached for his cock, holding just tight enough as he began a steady, long rhythm that didn’t quite match the timing of his tongue.
Elijah gave up and gave in, gripping the headboard tight and squeezing his eyes shut as he let the million and one sensations wash over him. Wet, slurpy, not hard enough, nowhere near deep enough; so good it made his mind fuzz and fuse like a circuit board over heating. The pressure on his cock just as he liked it, tight at the base, an unhurried force all the way up and a squeeze at the top.
Orli buried his face a little deeper, pressing harder with his tongue but not too hard, that would never do. That would stop the breathy little gasps that he loved so much. He drew up his hand, moulding Elijah’s cock round so it angled in towards his belly and… squeeze on the head. That was it, that was just how Elijah liked it.
Elijah gave up thinking and gave up moving. No way could he decide if he should move back or forwards, squirm away or push into it. No, no way he could even think about it, best to just lie there and let Orli make all the decisions as he felt it flood over him. Best thing to do. Only thing to do.
Orli blew out a cold breath of air around his tongue, his hand keeping up the pace, not making the mistake of going too fast. Oh no, Elijah didn’t like that so much, he liked it just like… Orli timed it perfectly, a cold breath as his tongue pushed deeper inside, his hand just making it to the top of a stroke, tighten his fingers till it was too much and… This time he was rewarded with Elijah grinding down hard into the bed, his head angled back till it must surely hurt, Orli’s name grunted out barely recognisable and a warm splash of come over his hand.
Orli continued to lick and stroke, milking every aftershock for all they were worth till Elijah started to squirm away. The pressure on his cock he could take, just, but the tickling, tormenting movements of Orli’s tongue were too much. He shivered, his whole body quivering under its force, pulled away and turned round, heaving Orli up so they were face to face on the pillow.
No that wasn’t right. He wasn’t quite ready to look Orli in the eye, not yet. He wriggled down, pushed Orli onto his back and nestled his face into Orli’s neck, his breath still panting out over Orli’s skin. Better, much better. His hand went down to Orli’s hard, hard cock and stroked it lazily.
“Still can’t get used to the idea that you actually want to do that,” Elijah admitted.
“Stupid sod,” Orli pushed up into Elijah’s grip, wishing it were harder. “I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t want to.”
“I know, but…” Elijah’s fingers brushed against Orli’s painfully engorged flesh, not even tickling just making Orli itch for more.
“You hated doing it.” Orli reached down pressing his own hand around Elijah’s, tightening the grip, upping the tempo.
“Pretty much,” Elijah let his hand float under Orli’s, his mind elsewhere. “I like doing it to you, but that’s different. I like anything to do with your arse,” he said seriously. “But I kinda hated it with anyone else. You have to admit, it is pretty gross.”
“I like it.” Orli could feel the bloody pulsing in his temple, a red hot beat under the skin, as he pumped Elijah’s hand harder.
“Doing it or having it done?” Elijah felt Orli’s back arch up and tried to focus on what he was doing.
“Both.” Orli pressed his lips hard into Elijah’s hair, the ache in his cock spreading out, warming his whole groin.
“Who’ve you done it with?” Elijah kissed Orli’s neck, his fingers remembering to curl. He could feel the heat from Orli’s cock, the blood pumping along the veins throbbing against his skin.
“You and Shane.” Orli’s voice was slurred, breathy, nice Elijah decided. Orli pushed his hips up, the pressure still not enough, and pressed the heel of his hand down onto the back of Elijah’s. His groan of pleasure was muffled in Elijah’s dark hair.
“Only us?” At last Elijah had got the message, tightening his hand and increasing the pace to the fast and furious that Orli liked.
“Uh ha.” Orli gulped, and gulped again. “Only you two.” His hips lost their rhythm, pumping any old how into Elijah’s fist as he squeezed hard as he could with his own hand.
“That’s nice, that it’s only us. I don’t want to share your arse with anyone else.” Elijah took the hint and pressed the heel of his hand down onto Orli’s balls. Orli came; sticky white streams squirting onto his belly, his breath stuttering out in a mangled groan.
“Glad you approve.” Orli flopped back, eyes closed, body sated.
“Oh I do.” Elijah snuggled onto Orli’s chest, making sure the slowly drying come on his own stomach was in line with Orli’s and not on his freshly washed sheets. He rubbed at his squashed hand after first wiping the come off onto Orli’s thigh.
“Time for a nap?” Orli was half asleep.
“There’s always time for a nap,” Elijah wriggled himself comfortable. “And then you can make dinner.”
“And I bet you change the bed again.”
“Maybe…” Elijah yawned, his eyes already closed.
Not wildly hot, no swinging from the chandeliers, just perfect.
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Elijah yawned and put his feet up on the kitchen chair opposite. The edges of the bathrobe fell open and he pulled them together again. He liked the old robe, sure it was faded and stained but it was worn comfy, the cotton matted to perfection, and it smelled of Orli. What was there not to like?
“Stop eating biscuits, you won’t want your dinner,” Orli yanked the packet out of Elijah’s hand, sticking it up on a shelf.
“Yes mum,” Elijah stuffed the rest of the one he still had in his hand into his mouth.
“And chop this lot up,” Orli dumped the contents of the fridge’s salad drawer in front of Elijah. “We’re supposed to be eating healthily.”
“I think it died,” Elijah held up a very limp celery stalk, shrugged, and cut it up anyway. “We need to go shopping, I was going to go this morning but I got distracted.”
“Why, what happened?” Orli peered curiously into the saucepan he was stirring.
“Your mum phoned for one thing. She must have known you’d be at work but she wanted to know if we were going there for Christmas. It’s only September, I can’t understand what all the rush is for.”
Orli stopped and looked at Elijah, wooden spoon held high in the air, bits of food dripping off it. “We? Did she ask if we were going?”
“Yeah,” Elijah carried on cutting. “I said I didn’t know, I’d ask you.”
“You bloody idiot, you don’t get it, do you?”
“What?”
“She asked us, both of us, and she rang when she knew I’d be out so she could say it to you.”
“So?”
“Christ ‘Lijah, Shane didn’t get invited for two years. Can’t you see how significant this is?”
“Oh,” Elijah picked at the small chopped pieces of celery, throwing some into the bowl, pushing others around the chopping board. “Where did Shane go instead?”
“To his parents, we both did, but that’s not what’s important.”
“That explains it,” Elijah started chopping again. “She knows I haven’t got anywhere else to go.”
“Don’t be a complete tosser, my mum doesn’t do anything just because she feels sorry for someone,” Orli stood right by Elijah, nudging him so he had to look up. “It’s her way of saying ‘welcome to the family.’”
“You think?” Elijah looked dubious.
“Yes, Christmas is a big deal with my mum. After lunch all these odd relatives no one sees all year turn up, even my sister is coming from Scotland,” Orli brushed Elijah’s hair back from his forehead. “You’re lumbered now mate, you haven’t just got to put up with me, you’ve got the whole family. Mum’s accepted you’re here for good and this is her way of welcoming you. Told you we’d win her round.”
“I’d better not cock it up then,” Elijah sounded more nervous than pleased.
“Doesn’t matter if you do,” Orli smiled, turning back to his saucepan. “But then it’s probably best not to fuck Aunty Beatie on the dinning room table.”
“Orli!” Elijah said, his face tight with indignation.
“A joke, it was a joke,” Orli thought about it for a second. “It’d probably kill Aunty Beatie, she must be about ninety by now. Just the sight of you naked would stop her heart. No, I think we’ll keep that treat just for me.”
“Orlando,” Elijah said quietly. “I don’t know if I can handle anything big.”
“Don’t worry,” Orli smiled. “I’ll say thank you to mum, show you off and then we can sit in the corner watching telly for the rest of the day while everyone looks on enviously. We’ll do fine.”
“Do you think so?”
“I do, it’ll be fine and I really am amazed, by you and my mum.”
Elijah was quiet for a moment, slicing a tomato into minute pieces. “Have you really got an aunt called Beatie? What kind of name is that?”
“It’s short for Beatrice and, yes, she’s really my aunt. Got one called Dolly as well.”
“Wow, you have some seriously weird names in your family.”
Orli stopped stirring again, looking at Elijah. “And you have a really beautiful name. Elijah: I like the way it rolls around my tongue, it’s beautiful. How come your mum came up with something so nice?”
“She didn’t,” Elijah’s chopping didn’t miss a beat. “My nan named me. We lived with her, she brought me up, till she died when I was about nine. Things weren’t so good after that.”
Orli turned back to the stove, trying desperately to iron out the lines of anger from his face. He hadn’t realised it was possible to hate anyone as much as he hated Silvia.
“What do you want to do Saturday?” Elijah interrupted his thoughts. “If there’s nothing else on I thought I might go to Kew gardens, I could take my sketch book.”
“Oh, if you want,” Orli stumbled. “It’s just I… doesn’t matter.”
“What?”
“Nah, forget it.”
“What?” Elijah asked again, looking up. “I can go anytime, it’s nothing special.”
And now, all of a sudden, Orli felt nervous making his suggestion. “It’s just I thought we could go and see Tooting and Mitcham play in the afternoon. But not if you don’t want to,” he added quickly.
“Tooting and Mitcham?” Elijah questioned. “As in Tooting and Mitcham football club?”
“Yeah well,” Orli blustered around opening the fridge door, unable to meet Elijah’s eye. “I know they’re not much good, only a stupid local club, not even in the proper league just the Vauxhall Conference and they haven’t got a decent striker or a…”
“Orlando,” Elijah cut him short. “You want to go and watch football? With me?”
“Yeah,” Orli stood, one hand on the fridge door the other holding a packet of frozen peas. “I can’t do the big clubs, not like I used to with Shane, not yet, but I’d like to go and watch football with you.”
“Are you sure?”
Orli nodded.
“Then I’d be honoured. Do they sell those nasty hotdogs at half time?” Elijah smiled.
“Course they do,” Orli shut the fridge door and went back to his cooking. “They might be crap at football but they do a mean hotdog.”
Elijah laughed, dumped the rest of the sliced tomatoes in the bowl and picked up a wilted carrot. “This is so old it’s bendy,” he said demonstrating to Orli.
“Cover it with enough salad dressing and we’ll never notice,” Orli smiled back.
They worked in silence for a few minutes, the smell of the cooking food starting to permeate the room and make Elijah’s stomach rumble. “This is it, isn’t it? We’ve got it back; contentment.”
“It never went away,” Orli reached over, popping a piece of carrot into his mouth. “No matter what happens, no matter what the fuss is, this is still here, underneath, waiting for us.”
“I like that idea,” Elijah decided. “It’s always here, even when things are difficult.”
“Good, because they will be difficult. When’s your next hospital appointment?” Orli asked gently.
“Ten days,” Elijah screwed up his face at the prospect.
“I’m coming with you this time. Don’t argue,” Orli didn’t give Elijah the chance. “I want to come. It’ll be easier than sitting at work wondering what’s going on and I promise I’ll be good. I won’t embarrass you by playing up in the waiting room.”
“Okay,” Elijah wasn’t about to admit how pleased he felt. “But don’t moan if you get bored. I have warned you.”
“I won’t and see, not even a hospital visit can upset our contentment. Peace and quiet here we come.”
“Maybe not but this might,” Elijah held up a withered lettuce, the inside yellow and slimy.
“Even I’m not eating that,” Orli said getting out two plates and starting to serve up. “You really should have gone shopping. I know my mum can talk for England but not even one of her epic phone calls should have taken all morning.”
“It wasn’t just that,” Elijah dumped his chopping board on the counter and found the cutlery. “This old woman turned up at the door, said she was a friend of yours but hadn’t seen you for ages. She seemed really nice so when she asked to see the flat I invited her in. We ended up having tea and the cake she’d brought.”
“You invited some old crackpot in?” Orli said surprised. “That’s not like you.”
“I dunno, there was something about her, she was really easy to talk and she certainly knew you, from all the things she said.”
“Who was she?” Orli put the plates on the table, Elijah added dressing to the salad and opened a couple of bottles of beer.
“It’s a bit daft, I don’t really know. She looked in her late sixties, dark hair, she seemed a bit… sad. I can’t think of any other way of explaining it, as though all the light had gone out of her life and she was only going through the motions.”
“But what was her name, plonker?”
“Oh,” Elijah thought about it. “I did know. Eileen, that’s it, her name was Eileen.”
Orli put his fork down, the colour draining from his face. “So much for our peace and quiet. Eileen is Shane’s mum.”
“Oh shit…” Elijah let the sound escape between his teeth like a soft hiss.
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(((Arabia))) I'm a nurse...I will take care of you darlin'!
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Thanks so much, I'm so pleased you stuck with it and enjoyed it.
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You did a great job! Thanks a lot
*huggles*
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Thank you honey.
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Oh I'm so glad but it wasn't me, it was them! After all, what's not to love?
I'm so glad you enjoyed it and thanks a million for the lovely feedback.
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Thank you.
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I'm so glad you enjoyed both fics, I have really enjoyed writing them because the characters are such fun. It's been like having them in front of me and I just have to write down what they do and say.
Thanks a million.
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Pecos stands on computer chair pumping fist in the air.
Pecos falls on her ass.
Pecos (still happy) "Brava! Brava!"
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Arabia bows at Pecos feet and very humbly thanks her for all her gorgeous feedback and support.
You are a star.
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I understand it may be a while.. take your time. cause they are sooo worth waiting for!!
Second.. You have crafted such a wonderful fic.. and the characters are just great...
HUGE HUGS!!!! Thank you for writing it!!!
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Oh don't do that, you could get piles from being there so long!!! I can't help it, I am a *very* slow writer and I never post until it's all complete. But I will get there!
Thank you for the gorgeous feedback, it's very much appreciated.
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I'm so pleased you enjoyed them, thanks a million.
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Thanks.
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I read Damaged quite some time ago so that's why I forgot what it was about when 'New Rules' surfaced. But of course! I don't have to read the prequel all over again to remind myself. I simply need to see some sentences and everything goes back to my memory.
Damaged is... heartwrenching. Elijah is heartbreaking and Orli is wonderfully awesome. I love it that you didn't make Elijah such a wimp but still my heart bled reading about him.
And now this. I purposely waited until you posted several chapters and last weekend I finally finished until chapter 9. That was absolutely beyond words. The story was all I thought during weekend.
The last chapter of New Rules, I'm so sorry but I haven't been able to say anything since I need to print it first and savor it oh very slowly.
I hope you still continue this universe. And sorry again for the very late feedback.
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I'm so glad you liked Damaged and Elijah in it. He is most definitely not a wimp, he would see himself as strong no matter what has happened to him in the past. I'm just so glad he had Orli.
It is wonderful to know that this fic kept you thinking all weekend, that I managed to capture your imagination. That is so nice to know.
I am writing story 3 with these two but I am *very* slow, it will be a while before it's posted.
And I'm sorry for being so late in answering you, I have a rotten cold and all I want to do is sleep!
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have you ever considered changing the names and trying to sell it to a publisher or magazine?
Do you really think it's good enough for that? I know it could be easily changed from a fanfic but I always thought it was too fast and episodic to be a 'real' story.
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Thank you again, you really are a star.
PS Sorry I'm so late answering but I've been on holiday.
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