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Fic: Us Against The World -- Damaged story 5 Elijah/Orli N17 7/10
Title: Us Against The World – Damaged story 5
Chapter: Seven
Author: Arabia
Pairing: Elijah/Orli
Rating N17
Disclaimer: Total fiction
Feedback: Is always very much appreciated.
This is NOT a WIP – it is all finished and will be posted once a week.
The first four stories can be found in my memories.
Thank you to my darling otp![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
grievous_angel for the wonderful beta and all the support, and to annwyn55 for making the beautiful icon that goes with the fic.
This story is for Pum. She knows why and it is perfect.
Us Against The World
Chapter Seven
Decorating after work was a bit of a con, Elijah decided. When they agreed to do it he got out of work as soon as possible and was home my five o’clock, Orli on the other hand didn’t even leave his office till then. It was a con, definitely a con, still Orli might bring a take away in with him. Elijah fantasised about kebabs as he started on the skirting board. He wondered if he should text Orli.
Three and a half hours, two shish kebabs, four cups of tea and two beers later they had finished. Orli was so knackered that he thought seriously about crawling to get to the bath, it was only Elijah’s offer to go and get more beer that had him throwing off his clothes and diving in.
Now they were settled, water as hot as they could stand in, right up to the brim so they had to be careful it didn’t slosh over, dim light, cold beer in hand, hell, they even had bubbles. Did life get any better?
“Your mum phoned again while you were out,” Orli said, wriggling his feet up the side of Elijah. “She asked me to get you to ring her.” Elijah made a non-committal humph of sound. “Actually she called me a useless arse wipe and told me I couldn’t do anything right.”
Elijah studied the label on his beer bottle, trying to pick it off.
“’Lijah?” Orli nudged him. “Aren’t you going to ring her? It’s been a while since you talked and I think she’s still a bit freaked by what happened.”
“I,” Elijah hitched a shoulder. “I don’t know.”
“Why?” Orli asked softly.
Elijah didn’t answer, Orli poked him with his foot again. “’Lijah?”
“I don’t know, I,” Elijah finished his beer and reached over the side for another.
“Are you pissed with her?”
“Yeah, maybe, a bit.”
“Why?”
Elijah looked at him as if he were stupid. “Fuck Orlando, she only had me to get that monster off her back. She was going to have me adopted, only kept me because Nan would have thrown her out if she didn’t, shit, she thought I was as evil as he is.”
“But she changed her mind when she got to know you,” Orli pointed out.
“I know, and I’ve always known she wasn’t earth mother material but come on, that’s just sick.”
“Hey, your mum is so mental that she doesn’t know right from wrong, she thought she was doing you a favour by teaching you to act like a whore, but even I can see she cares about you.”
“I don’t know,” Elijah shook his head.
“You think she doesn’t love you?”
“No, I...” Elijah twisted around, rubbing at his face, chewing on a finger and sending a wave of water over the side. Orli thought about the new flooring but didn’t say anything. “What a bloody pair of sickos I’ve got for parents. One’s a paedophile pervert, the others as mad as a hatter.”
“At least we agree on one thing,” Orli smiled.
“Oh shut up,” Elijah kicked him. “I mean, for Christ’s sake, anyone can get lumbered with one nutter, why’d I have to get two?”
“Are you doing the woe-is-me, lets-feel-sorry-for-myself act again?”
“I though you were meant to support me!”
“I do,” Orli sat up, holding his hand out for another beer and giving Elijah’s fingers a reassuring stroke as it was passed over. “You’re right, you have got two nutters, and not even eccentric, harmless nutters at that. Your’s are evil, dangerous nutters. But so what? You’ve always known what your mum is, you were playing her long before I’ve knew you, and you’ve never had anything to do with him so lets just keep it that way.”
Elijah didn’t look convinced.
“You’re not still worried that you’re like them, are you?”
“Maybe a bit,” Elijah admitted. “It’s a fairly reasonable thing to be worried about.”
“Then I’ll just have to keep battering you over the head with the fact that you’re not until you believe me.”
“I do believe you most of the time, it’s not that. It’s...”
“What?” Orli pressed.
“I’m just really pissed with my mum. I knew she didn’t like me when I was little but shit, now I know why.”
“You also know she endlessly dragged her scrawny arse up and down the country to keep you away from him, that must have been really hard on her. ‘Lijah if you’re going to hate your mum at least hate her for the right reasons.”
“I don’t hate her,” Elijah crossed his arms over his naked chest.
“Much as I wish you would at times, I know you don’t and I know you want her in your life. Do you think she loves you?”
“I’m not talking about now, I’m talking about before.”
“Mate,” Orli said gently, a hand on Elijah’s knee. “Before doesn’t matter, now is what counts. Does your mum love you?” he pressed, knowing Elijah needed it.
“Yes,” Elijah had to admit it.
“And did she try and protect you? Although it wasn’t enough. You needed protecting from her.”
“Yes,” Elijah ignored Orli’s continued digs, as usual.
Orli shrugged. “Then why stay pissed at her? You can do it for a bit but don’t wallow. I don’t care what that would do to her, but it’ll hurt you as well.”
Elijah lay back, scowled, and thought about being pissed at Orli for being so goddamned right all the time. In the end he couldn’t be bothered, there were so many other things to think about. “Tell you one thing, I’m damned pleased I’ll never have kids, at least I can’t pass this crap on.”
“That’s fucking stupid,” Orli kicked him again, only harder and the water splashed at the sides. “If you don’t want kids, again, do it for the right reasons.” He twisted his foot up between Elijah’s legs, tickling at his cock. “You don’t want babies with me?” he arched an eyebrow in full lecherous mode.
“You don’t have a womb,” Elijah was trying really hard to stay sulky.
“I wouldn’t get pregnant even if I could, that would be your job,” Orli said, and Elijah opened his mouth ready to let rip, only Orli didn’t give him the chance. “But who wants kids? We’re too obsessed with each other and it would mean cutting down on the time we could fuck, why would anyone do that?”
Elijah couldn’t think of an answer. Fucking with Orli or wiping stinky arses? There wasn’t even a question, he’d never wanted kids. “I still wouldn’t want to pass it on though,” he wasn’t ready to let this go yet. “All right so my mum is a bit off the wall but...”
“Off the wall?” Orli repeated in amazement. “That must be the understatement of the millennium.”
“Shut up,” three beers -- or was it four? -- were coursing through Elijah’s system, loosening his tongue if not making him drunk. “Mum’s a bit bonkers...”
“And a bit rough. No, make that a lot rough,” Orli leaned back as well, his foot staying right where it was. “In fact she’s one of the roughest people I’ve ever met.”
“Shut up, idiot,” Elijah opened his legs but he wasn’t thinking about that, really he wasn’t. “Mum’s mad but this bloke,” he didn’t like saying, ‘My Father.’ It made it all a bit too close to home, a bit too real. “He’s truly evil.”
“I’m not arguing with you there.”
“I mean, he came after me, set me up, fucked me and took pictures of the event. Why would you do that, especially to your own kid?”
“Because you’re sick in the head and need putting down?” Orli said flippantly.
“Orli, for fuck’s sake take this a bit seriously.”
“Why?” Orli drank the rest of his beer and sat up, looking round for more. He couldn’t find any, instead he faced Elijah. “I hate him ‘Lijah, I hate him with every fibre of my body, even more than I’ve ever hated your mum and that’s saying something. But what good does it do? I could kill him like I want to, but then I’d be locked up away from you and that’d be unbearable. The only way I can handle it is to ignore him and think about you, us.”
“I hate him as well,” Elijah admitted softly. “Like I told you, for years I had all these dreams about him, about how he was going to come and save me.”
“I’m really sorry you lost that,” he rested his hand on Elijah’s thigh.
“It’s all right,” Elijah brushed the thought away. “You rescued me instead, but I hate him for what he’s done to me and to mum. I think he had a lot to do with making her like she is.”
Orli’s grip tightened, his touch not sexual, more anxious. Elijah thought he’d rescued him, had said it so casually, so easily, and it warmed Orli. He wanted to rescue him again. “Then don’t let him do any more damage. He’s trying to hurt you both again, but only you can let him.”
Elijah caught hold of Orli’s wrist and held on tight. If he didn’t have this anchor, this voice of reason, fuck... he didn’t want to even imagine what he would be doing now if he didn’t have Orli. He did the only decent thing and gave Orli the last of his beer. “I’ll ring my mum in the morning,” he said softly.
Orli looked at Elijah’s hand on his, if he’d ever wanted a picture of something this was it. Maybe he’d ask Elijah to paint it, no draw it, make it small so he could keep it in his wallet, always. “Are we done now?” he asked softly. “Have I got it through your thick head that nothing and no one else matters?”
“Yeah,” Elijah couldn’t help but smile. He got out of the bath, wrapped a towel around his waist, kissed Orli on the head and reached for the toothpaste. “I believe you. I know you really don’t care if my mum all but turned me into a whore or my dad’s a pervert and a bullying paedophile.”
“You’ve admitted that’s what your mum did?”
“Over the last few years I’ve had enough time to think about a lot of things. I’ve had to admit a lot of truths.” He sat on the edge of the bath, carefully putting toothpaste on the brush. “I’ve even accepted you don’t care about anything else other than us. But…” he stopped and looked over at Orli. “Don’t just dismiss this, think about it seriously. Do you think I should be allowed to work with kids?”
“This is a joke, right?” Orli asked. “You aren’t seriously saying that?”
“Would you want your kid taught by me? With my family and my history?” Elijah looked at him.
“Bollocks, that’s stupid.”
“Is it?” Elijah asked quietly.
“I’d fight to get my kid in your class because you’re a brilliant teacher.” Orli said seriously, then it was his turn to look at Elijah, evaluating. “Or are you just fishing for compliments? You want me to tell you again just how wonderful you are?”
“Nah,” Elijah laughed suddenly. “We’ve gone on about it to the point where I’ve had enough. I have to accept either I’m bloody wonderful or you’re stupid as hell.”
“Probably both,” it was Orli’s turn to laugh. “Probably both.”
+
The paint dried, Orli’s mother waited in a whole day for the fitter to arrive – late – and lay the carpet, and then it was finished. Their bedroom. Theirs from start to finish, with no other memories or associations, just their’s. All they had to do was move the furniture back in, which of course proved harder than expected now they had to worry about chipping the paint. But at last they had a bedroom and a separate living room again, and it was wonderful.
They decided that a few days of rest were called for before they even considered tackling the hall. But first there was a new room to christen.
And Elijah had it all planned.
A soft burble of sound, a pathetic gasping whimper, a push of air past lips and teeth that are half open but desperately trying to contain the sound.
Elijah had wanted to christen the new bedroom. He’d wanted to rip Orli’s clothes off with his teeth, throw him on the bed and pound him till Orli was sweating and begging and falling apart as he moaned at the top of his voice.
Instead, somehow, Elijah had ended up here, on his belly, spread-eagled, head under the pillow as he scrabbled for somewhere to hide as *he* fell apart.
Orli’s hands on his arse pulling him open, leaving him exposed and vulnerable and... Orli’s tongue lapping and dancing, on him, in him, making his fingers and toes shake, his insides quiver, his blood flush and his belly turn over and inside out.
How had he got like this? How had the tables turned so utterly and completely? How had he ever imagined he wanted anything else but to come apart for the man who loved him?
Elijah made another stuttered snatch of sound, almost a whine, like an animal that has no energy left to bark. He pushed his hands under the pillow as well, clasping the spindles of the headboard, hanging on for dear life. It was no good, he had to do it, he opened his legs an impossible inch wider and he could swear he felt Orli smile against him. Orli knew; oh God Orli knew how this tore him apart.
Elijah pushed back. He wanted to be the one in charge, he wanted to control the pace and dominate and make Orli beg. He wanted to... he couldn’t even push properly. All he could do was lie here like a grounded fish and open himself up even more. Offer himself. He wanted to offer himself to Orli... no, that wasn’t how it was supposed to be! He pushed himself up, no mean feat when his legs were that far apart, the muscles in his thighs insisted on shaking and his head was still under the pillow, but if he was going to get some control back and...
Orli caught his cock in a sure grip and palmed the head. Elijah mewled. Jesus shit, the thought flitted through Elijah’s mind that he might just want to be embarrassed about that noise, but he didn’t have to brain capacity to give it any real consideration. He thought his credibility with the other sex experts had just hit rock bottom; he was meant to be the authority on this stuff. But that was another world, in a previous life and Orli’s tongue was...
Orli’s tongue was the greatest thing ever created.
Elijah bucked into the hand that was pulling long and slow on his cock and came with a noise like a dog being kicked. So undone he really should have the decency to be embarrassed. He flopped back onto the bed, loosened his grip on the headboard and stayed right where he was thank you very much.
Orli’s weight pushed down onto his back, his rigid cock digging into Elijah’s arse. He wiggled his hips a bit, pushing back and over, trying to get it to slip into his crack. Orli could fuck him; that would do just fine. He could wallow here trying to get his breath back and think about not being embarrassed when he had to face Orli again. Oh yes, that would do just fine. Orli’s cock was pretty damned special as well, especially when he got that angle, the one that involved Elijah rolling one hip, tilting his leg and... he thought about trying to move when the pillow was lifted off his face.
“You all right under there?” Orli asked.
What were you meant to say to that? Yes, thank you very much, I love it when you stick your tongue right up my arse? Or, no. I’m bloody shame faced that you can still reduce me to mush after all this time? And how come it has to be that act that does it every time? Why can’t it be something I can look you in the eye about afterwards? Something that doesn’t turn me into a girl I’m so damned drippy and desperate for it? That I would cut off my own arm to get you to do again? That I would cut my throat if you said you’d never do it, even though there’s no way in hell I’ll ever ask for it?
You can’t say any of that so why didn’t Orli just give him a break and fuck him?
“’Lijah?” Elijah could hear the smile in Orli’s voice. He would not open his eyes, he would not. Orli knew.
Orli knew too much.
Elijah opened his eyes and was faced with a long, hard, red and ripe cock. The sight conquered everything else.
Next thing Orli knew he was pinned down backwards on the bed and Elijah was... fuck, it felt like Elijah was burrowing between his legs, rubbing his face so hard and deep into the flesh behind his balls that he was in immanent danger of exploding. “Fuck mate, slow down.”
Only there was no way in hell Elijah was going to slow down, no way he could. His bottom lip was pushed up hard under Orli’s balls, his mouth suckered onto them, his tongue lapping, his nose pressed tight against the ridge of Orli’s cock, his senses filled and his face surrounded.
It felt perfect.
He caught hold of Orli’s thighs, lifting and opening them so he could grind deeper, get more of Orli.
Orli dug his fingers tight into the sheet, not just in desperation but also to stop himself being pushed right off the edge of the bed. “’Lijah,” he tried to ask but it came out watery and small. Give in, let it burn hard and fast. Elijah lifted his head a little and suddenly Orli couldn’t stand it and clamped his thighs closed.
Bastard. Rotten, stinking bastard. Elijah knew what he wanted but with Orli’s legs holding him fast like that, surrounding him, it was difficult to go after it. Too good to move. No, fuck it, he would have what he wanted. Sticking his thumbs hard into the flesh of Orli’s groin Elijah created just enough space to move. Up a millimetre, over, round and yes. He slid his lips down Orli’s cock in one long swallow.
“Fuck, shit, bugger.” Orli’s head went back, hanging off the edge of the bed. He gave in and gave up and, any which way round Elijah wanted, he could have him.
Elijah’s head moved hard and fast. And deep. Especially deep, till there was nothing left of Orli’s cock but a blur of wet need. Friction and heat and... “Oh fucking shit,” Coherent? Bollocks to coherent.
With his feet planted firmly on the bed, his knees crushing Elijah’s face, his back arching so high half his shoulders were hanging over the side of the bed and a blood rush to the head that would have stopped a rhinoceros, Orli didn’t know whether to laugh or shout. He settled for throwing off any dignity and hanging on for dear life while his cock was sucked to within an inch of its life.
“Fucking, fucking shit.” Elijah squeezed his balls, took him deeper still, so his nose was right in Orli’s pubic hair, and then scraped his way to the tip. “Fuck,” Orli didn’t bother shouting, there was no point. There was nothing left of him but goo. His cock pulsed and emptied itself whilst Elijah continued to stuck. And continued to suck. And continued till the twitching and after shocks drove Orli nearly mad.
“Leave me alone,” he laughed, pushing at Elijah’s hair, trying to get his own head back on the support of the bed. “Aren’t you satisfied you’ve sucked my brains out?”
“Just making sure,” Elijah grinned from between Orli’s legs. Fuck, Elijah looked gorgeous. His hair standing up at the most ridiculous angels possible, his face all pink and patchy, his eyes sparkling, his lips swollen and slick. Even the bit of dribble running down his chin looked pretty amazing. Orli thought seriously about holding him down and fucking him senseless, but he really had nothing left.
“Happy now? Got what you wanted?” Orli stroked Elijah’s shoulder with his foot. “You’ve killed me just like you wanted to, only you’d better remember, I can turn you into a helpless mess just as effectively as you can do it to me.”
Elijah’s cheeks pinked even more at the thought. He was such a wimp at times. It was a good job all the people at school hadn’t seen him a few minutes ago. Wimp. He imagined what he must have looked like: arse up and open, cock begging to be touched, opening his legs so wide, so wanton, making desperate drooling noises. He shook his head. It was probably just as well they hadn’t seen him. “I’m going for a shower,” he tried to maintain a bit of dignity. “You coming?”
“Already come,” Orli turned onto his belly, balling up the pillow that had so recently been covering Elijah’s head. “To knackered to move now.”
“At least clean your teeth, I know where you’re mouth’s been.” Elijah wandered out of the room, his hips swaying in blatant invitation. Might as well flaunt it. The only place he could or would.
+
The shower had been hot and invigorating, just like Elijah needed. He came back into the bedroom singing and tugging at his hair with a comb, then sat on the end of the bed, poking at Orli’s foot. “Are you going to stay there all evening, I thought we were going out for a quick drink? Rose is expecting us.”
“I think Rose must be in heat, she’s got sex on the brain,” Orli rolled onto his back and stretched, Elijah tried hard not to stare. “Expect to be groped or at least mentally undressed.”
“I’ll just tell her about your skills at rimming, she’ll forget all about me. I can guarantee it.”
“Don’t you dare, I have to work with her. She’ll run away screaming if I kiss her on the cheek again.”
“She’ll know where your tongue has been,” Elijah grinned. “Yuck.”
Orli pulled himself up, crawled along the bed and bit at the towel around Elijah’s waist, pulling it away to expose a bit of leg. “Want to try it again?” He licked up Elijah’s thigh, tickling with the tip of his tongue.
“Yes. No,” Elijah swatted the top of his head. “Don’t tempt me.” He got up, pulled on clean boxers and jeans and threw a pair at Orli. “Come on, I want a drink.”
“Spoil sport,” Orli started getting dressed. “I’m not washing. I’m going to tease Rose with the smell of you still on me.” And then the phone rang. Somehow, without even answering it, Elijah knew who it was. He stopped, scowling, and stared at the handset.
Orli found the walk around phone and then looked at Elijah. “We could always ignore it?”
“What’s the point? He’ll only ring back,” Elijah reached for the phone. “We might as well get it over and done with.”
On a silent count they picked the phone up together and Elijah gave a curt, “Yes?”
“That you Elijah?”
“Fuck off,” Elijah said, low and steady.
“You talked to your whore of a mother?”
“Fuck off and leave us all alone.”
“You know who I am, son?” And just that use of the word set Elijah’s teeth on edge. Oh, he’d thought about this, thought about this moment and what he’d say long and hard, but none of his rehearsed speeches seemed right. This came from the heart.
“I know who you are and you are not my father. You were a sperm donor at the beginning and later, just another cock I had to service,” his voice stayed low, if full of venom, his grip turning white on the phone. “I’ve only ever had one parent and I still have. You can’t use those photos to blackmail me, I’ll just have you arrested for abuse.”
“You listen here, you little fucker, I made you, I’ve had you, you’re mine. Now I want money. I never mentioned the word blackmail, you’ll pay it and keep paying it because I’m your father.”
Elijah looked across the short space, his eyes locking with Orli’s. He could do this, with Orli he could do anything. He let his breath sigh out, kept his eyes on Orli but turned his attention back to the man on the other end of the line. “No,” he said simply, and put the phone down.
Orli stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Elijah and held him tight. “Good on you mate, good on you.” He buried his face in Elijah’s hair.
+
Elijah slipped carefully out from under the covers and sat on the edge of the bed, his skin goose-pimpling in the late night air. His knees opened wide and his head hung down between them as he dragged his fingers through his hair. He’d get up in a minute, go and make tea, try not to wake Orli.
“Come here,” Orli said, his voice thick with sleep, as he rested a hand on the flesh of Elijah’s back
“I can’t settle,” Elijah said into the dimness. “You go back to sleep.”
“Come here,” Orli said again.
Elijah looked over his shoulder and gave a lukewarm smile. “It’s all right, there’s no point in our both being awake.”
“Come here,” Orli said with finality, pulling at Elijah’s arm.
Elijah gave in and twisted round, sliding back under the cover. Orli dragged him in close, resting his face against Elijah’s hair and stroking down his spine. “Tell me.”
Elijah let it wash over him, the security he felt here in this bed, in this flat with this man. “I feel lost Orlando. Like I’m going to float away on this cloud of evilness and there’s nothing to tie me down.” Three o’clock in the morning feelings that could only be admitted to in the dark.
“You can’t float away, I won’t let you,” Orli murmured against his flesh.
“At times I’m not sure even you’ll be enough.”
“I will,” Orli ran his hand further down Elijah’s back and over the rounded curve of his cheek. “I won’t let you go.”
“I need you to... tether me.” Stupid bloody word. He felt silly even saying it, if it hadn’t been dark he doubted if he could have, but it expressed just how he felt.
Orli let his hand drift a little more till his index finger was simply resting against Elijah and then he pushed, gently, and the very tip was just inside him.
“Oh,” Elijah sighed on a long, low breath and he could feel the tension slowly easing. “Hang onto me, please.”
“Never letting go,” Orli rubbed his face deeper into Elijah’s hair, kept his finger just where it was and settled back to sleep.
+
Elijah woke sometime later with Orli lying between his legs, his head heavy on his chest, his whole body squashed into the mattress. He’d had the best few hours sleep that he’d had in a long time.
Easing his legs a little further apart so he could wrap his ankle up and over Orli’s, he stroked through Orli’s hair. He was safe, he was grounded. He wasn’t going anywhere. He hoped.
“Is it time to get up?” Orli asked, his breath puffing against Elijah’s nipple.
“We’ve got a few minutes yet.”
“You doing better?”
“Yeah, I’m doing loads better.”
“All the way there?”
Elijah smiled. “Maybe not all the way, but not bad.”
“Anything I can do to finish the job?”
He considered it for a moment. “Do you fancy fucking me?”
Orli looked up, his chin on Elijah’s chest. “You sure? That’s what you need?”
“Yeah,” Elijah nodded. “If that doesn’t hold me down nothing will.”
Orli didn’t say anything, his hand going up under the pillow for the lube as he dragged himself up Elijah’s body. He kissed him; deep and hard, his tongue taking possession of Elijah’s mouth as his hand went down between his legs. One finger, two, a blur of movement and then Orli was pressing inside, his breathing rapid and harsh in the stillness of the room. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Elijah arched, grinding himself onto Orli: grounding himself.
Orli thrust deeper still. “I won’t let you go. Ever,” he hissed through clenched teeth and Elijah knew he was safe.
+
Elijah sat slumped at the kitchen table dunking digestive biscuits in a carton of strawberry yogurt when the phone rang. He didn’t answer it. He was pretty sure it wasn’t… him, but whoever it was it had to be Orli’s turn to get it. The phone continued to ring and there was a loud banging in the bedroom followed by silence. See, Orli could wake up and answer it if he tried. Hell, it was eleven thirty.
“Couldn’t you have got it?” Orli said a few minutes later, going straight for coffee then flopping down in a chair.
“Hmm,” Elijah knew a response wasn’t needed. He flicked the radio over to something a bit more lively. “Who was it?”
“My mum. She wanted to know what time we’re going to lunch.”
“Same time we always go I expect.”
“That’s what I thought. What’d she ring for?”
“How should I know?” Elijah pinched Orli’s coffee cup out of his hand. “She’s your mum.”
“Something’s up or off or… oh shit, you don’t think one of the aunts is coming, do you?”
“I guess we’ll know in about an hour and a half,” Elijah headed for the shower taking the coffee with him. “And if you’re right we’ll be home in time to watch the football.”
Orli watched him go; it just proved that even terrible things could have a silver lining.
+
Chapter: Seven
Author: Arabia
Pairing: Elijah/Orli
Rating N17
Disclaimer: Total fiction
Feedback: Is always very much appreciated.
This is NOT a WIP – it is all finished and will be posted once a week.
The first four stories can be found in my memories.
Thank you to my darling otp
grievous_angel for the wonderful beta and all the support, and to annwyn55 for making the beautiful icon that goes with the fic.This story is for Pum. She knows why and it is perfect.
Us Against The World
Chapter Seven
Decorating after work was a bit of a con, Elijah decided. When they agreed to do it he got out of work as soon as possible and was home my five o’clock, Orli on the other hand didn’t even leave his office till then. It was a con, definitely a con, still Orli might bring a take away in with him. Elijah fantasised about kebabs as he started on the skirting board. He wondered if he should text Orli.
Three and a half hours, two shish kebabs, four cups of tea and two beers later they had finished. Orli was so knackered that he thought seriously about crawling to get to the bath, it was only Elijah’s offer to go and get more beer that had him throwing off his clothes and diving in.
Now they were settled, water as hot as they could stand in, right up to the brim so they had to be careful it didn’t slosh over, dim light, cold beer in hand, hell, they even had bubbles. Did life get any better?
“Your mum phoned again while you were out,” Orli said, wriggling his feet up the side of Elijah. “She asked me to get you to ring her.” Elijah made a non-committal humph of sound. “Actually she called me a useless arse wipe and told me I couldn’t do anything right.”
Elijah studied the label on his beer bottle, trying to pick it off.
“’Lijah?” Orli nudged him. “Aren’t you going to ring her? It’s been a while since you talked and I think she’s still a bit freaked by what happened.”
“I,” Elijah hitched a shoulder. “I don’t know.”
“Why?” Orli asked softly.
Elijah didn’t answer, Orli poked him with his foot again. “’Lijah?”
“I don’t know, I,” Elijah finished his beer and reached over the side for another.
“Are you pissed with her?”
“Yeah, maybe, a bit.”
“Why?”
Elijah looked at him as if he were stupid. “Fuck Orlando, she only had me to get that monster off her back. She was going to have me adopted, only kept me because Nan would have thrown her out if she didn’t, shit, she thought I was as evil as he is.”
“But she changed her mind when she got to know you,” Orli pointed out.
“I know, and I’ve always known she wasn’t earth mother material but come on, that’s just sick.”
“Hey, your mum is so mental that she doesn’t know right from wrong, she thought she was doing you a favour by teaching you to act like a whore, but even I can see she cares about you.”
“I don’t know,” Elijah shook his head.
“You think she doesn’t love you?”
“No, I...” Elijah twisted around, rubbing at his face, chewing on a finger and sending a wave of water over the side. Orli thought about the new flooring but didn’t say anything. “What a bloody pair of sickos I’ve got for parents. One’s a paedophile pervert, the others as mad as a hatter.”
“At least we agree on one thing,” Orli smiled.
“Oh shut up,” Elijah kicked him. “I mean, for Christ’s sake, anyone can get lumbered with one nutter, why’d I have to get two?”
“Are you doing the woe-is-me, lets-feel-sorry-for-myself act again?”
“I though you were meant to support me!”
“I do,” Orli sat up, holding his hand out for another beer and giving Elijah’s fingers a reassuring stroke as it was passed over. “You’re right, you have got two nutters, and not even eccentric, harmless nutters at that. Your’s are evil, dangerous nutters. But so what? You’ve always known what your mum is, you were playing her long before I’ve knew you, and you’ve never had anything to do with him so lets just keep it that way.”
Elijah didn’t look convinced.
“You’re not still worried that you’re like them, are you?”
“Maybe a bit,” Elijah admitted. “It’s a fairly reasonable thing to be worried about.”
“Then I’ll just have to keep battering you over the head with the fact that you’re not until you believe me.”
“I do believe you most of the time, it’s not that. It’s...”
“What?” Orli pressed.
“I’m just really pissed with my mum. I knew she didn’t like me when I was little but shit, now I know why.”
“You also know she endlessly dragged her scrawny arse up and down the country to keep you away from him, that must have been really hard on her. ‘Lijah if you’re going to hate your mum at least hate her for the right reasons.”
“I don’t hate her,” Elijah crossed his arms over his naked chest.
“Much as I wish you would at times, I know you don’t and I know you want her in your life. Do you think she loves you?”
“I’m not talking about now, I’m talking about before.”
“Mate,” Orli said gently, a hand on Elijah’s knee. “Before doesn’t matter, now is what counts. Does your mum love you?” he pressed, knowing Elijah needed it.
“Yes,” Elijah had to admit it.
“And did she try and protect you? Although it wasn’t enough. You needed protecting from her.”
“Yes,” Elijah ignored Orli’s continued digs, as usual.
Orli shrugged. “Then why stay pissed at her? You can do it for a bit but don’t wallow. I don’t care what that would do to her, but it’ll hurt you as well.”
Elijah lay back, scowled, and thought about being pissed at Orli for being so goddamned right all the time. In the end he couldn’t be bothered, there were so many other things to think about. “Tell you one thing, I’m damned pleased I’ll never have kids, at least I can’t pass this crap on.”
“That’s fucking stupid,” Orli kicked him again, only harder and the water splashed at the sides. “If you don’t want kids, again, do it for the right reasons.” He twisted his foot up between Elijah’s legs, tickling at his cock. “You don’t want babies with me?” he arched an eyebrow in full lecherous mode.
“You don’t have a womb,” Elijah was trying really hard to stay sulky.
“I wouldn’t get pregnant even if I could, that would be your job,” Orli said, and Elijah opened his mouth ready to let rip, only Orli didn’t give him the chance. “But who wants kids? We’re too obsessed with each other and it would mean cutting down on the time we could fuck, why would anyone do that?”
Elijah couldn’t think of an answer. Fucking with Orli or wiping stinky arses? There wasn’t even a question, he’d never wanted kids. “I still wouldn’t want to pass it on though,” he wasn’t ready to let this go yet. “All right so my mum is a bit off the wall but...”
“Off the wall?” Orli repeated in amazement. “That must be the understatement of the millennium.”
“Shut up,” three beers -- or was it four? -- were coursing through Elijah’s system, loosening his tongue if not making him drunk. “Mum’s a bit bonkers...”
“And a bit rough. No, make that a lot rough,” Orli leaned back as well, his foot staying right where it was. “In fact she’s one of the roughest people I’ve ever met.”
“Shut up, idiot,” Elijah opened his legs but he wasn’t thinking about that, really he wasn’t. “Mum’s mad but this bloke,” he didn’t like saying, ‘My Father.’ It made it all a bit too close to home, a bit too real. “He’s truly evil.”
“I’m not arguing with you there.”
“I mean, he came after me, set me up, fucked me and took pictures of the event. Why would you do that, especially to your own kid?”
“Because you’re sick in the head and need putting down?” Orli said flippantly.
“Orli, for fuck’s sake take this a bit seriously.”
“Why?” Orli drank the rest of his beer and sat up, looking round for more. He couldn’t find any, instead he faced Elijah. “I hate him ‘Lijah, I hate him with every fibre of my body, even more than I’ve ever hated your mum and that’s saying something. But what good does it do? I could kill him like I want to, but then I’d be locked up away from you and that’d be unbearable. The only way I can handle it is to ignore him and think about you, us.”
“I hate him as well,” Elijah admitted softly. “Like I told you, for years I had all these dreams about him, about how he was going to come and save me.”
“I’m really sorry you lost that,” he rested his hand on Elijah’s thigh.
“It’s all right,” Elijah brushed the thought away. “You rescued me instead, but I hate him for what he’s done to me and to mum. I think he had a lot to do with making her like she is.”
Orli’s grip tightened, his touch not sexual, more anxious. Elijah thought he’d rescued him, had said it so casually, so easily, and it warmed Orli. He wanted to rescue him again. “Then don’t let him do any more damage. He’s trying to hurt you both again, but only you can let him.”
Elijah caught hold of Orli’s wrist and held on tight. If he didn’t have this anchor, this voice of reason, fuck... he didn’t want to even imagine what he would be doing now if he didn’t have Orli. He did the only decent thing and gave Orli the last of his beer. “I’ll ring my mum in the morning,” he said softly.
Orli looked at Elijah’s hand on his, if he’d ever wanted a picture of something this was it. Maybe he’d ask Elijah to paint it, no draw it, make it small so he could keep it in his wallet, always. “Are we done now?” he asked softly. “Have I got it through your thick head that nothing and no one else matters?”
“Yeah,” Elijah couldn’t help but smile. He got out of the bath, wrapped a towel around his waist, kissed Orli on the head and reached for the toothpaste. “I believe you. I know you really don’t care if my mum all but turned me into a whore or my dad’s a pervert and a bullying paedophile.”
“You’ve admitted that’s what your mum did?”
“Over the last few years I’ve had enough time to think about a lot of things. I’ve had to admit a lot of truths.” He sat on the edge of the bath, carefully putting toothpaste on the brush. “I’ve even accepted you don’t care about anything else other than us. But…” he stopped and looked over at Orli. “Don’t just dismiss this, think about it seriously. Do you think I should be allowed to work with kids?”
“This is a joke, right?” Orli asked. “You aren’t seriously saying that?”
“Would you want your kid taught by me? With my family and my history?” Elijah looked at him.
“Bollocks, that’s stupid.”
“Is it?” Elijah asked quietly.
“I’d fight to get my kid in your class because you’re a brilliant teacher.” Orli said seriously, then it was his turn to look at Elijah, evaluating. “Or are you just fishing for compliments? You want me to tell you again just how wonderful you are?”
“Nah,” Elijah laughed suddenly. “We’ve gone on about it to the point where I’ve had enough. I have to accept either I’m bloody wonderful or you’re stupid as hell.”
“Probably both,” it was Orli’s turn to laugh. “Probably both.”
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The paint dried, Orli’s mother waited in a whole day for the fitter to arrive – late – and lay the carpet, and then it was finished. Their bedroom. Theirs from start to finish, with no other memories or associations, just their’s. All they had to do was move the furniture back in, which of course proved harder than expected now they had to worry about chipping the paint. But at last they had a bedroom and a separate living room again, and it was wonderful.
They decided that a few days of rest were called for before they even considered tackling the hall. But first there was a new room to christen.
And Elijah had it all planned.
A soft burble of sound, a pathetic gasping whimper, a push of air past lips and teeth that are half open but desperately trying to contain the sound.
Elijah had wanted to christen the new bedroom. He’d wanted to rip Orli’s clothes off with his teeth, throw him on the bed and pound him till Orli was sweating and begging and falling apart as he moaned at the top of his voice.
Instead, somehow, Elijah had ended up here, on his belly, spread-eagled, head under the pillow as he scrabbled for somewhere to hide as *he* fell apart.
Orli’s hands on his arse pulling him open, leaving him exposed and vulnerable and... Orli’s tongue lapping and dancing, on him, in him, making his fingers and toes shake, his insides quiver, his blood flush and his belly turn over and inside out.
How had he got like this? How had the tables turned so utterly and completely? How had he ever imagined he wanted anything else but to come apart for the man who loved him?
Elijah made another stuttered snatch of sound, almost a whine, like an animal that has no energy left to bark. He pushed his hands under the pillow as well, clasping the spindles of the headboard, hanging on for dear life. It was no good, he had to do it, he opened his legs an impossible inch wider and he could swear he felt Orli smile against him. Orli knew; oh God Orli knew how this tore him apart.
Elijah pushed back. He wanted to be the one in charge, he wanted to control the pace and dominate and make Orli beg. He wanted to... he couldn’t even push properly. All he could do was lie here like a grounded fish and open himself up even more. Offer himself. He wanted to offer himself to Orli... no, that wasn’t how it was supposed to be! He pushed himself up, no mean feat when his legs were that far apart, the muscles in his thighs insisted on shaking and his head was still under the pillow, but if he was going to get some control back and...
Orli caught his cock in a sure grip and palmed the head. Elijah mewled. Jesus shit, the thought flitted through Elijah’s mind that he might just want to be embarrassed about that noise, but he didn’t have to brain capacity to give it any real consideration. He thought his credibility with the other sex experts had just hit rock bottom; he was meant to be the authority on this stuff. But that was another world, in a previous life and Orli’s tongue was...
Orli’s tongue was the greatest thing ever created.
Elijah bucked into the hand that was pulling long and slow on his cock and came with a noise like a dog being kicked. So undone he really should have the decency to be embarrassed. He flopped back onto the bed, loosened his grip on the headboard and stayed right where he was thank you very much.
Orli’s weight pushed down onto his back, his rigid cock digging into Elijah’s arse. He wiggled his hips a bit, pushing back and over, trying to get it to slip into his crack. Orli could fuck him; that would do just fine. He could wallow here trying to get his breath back and think about not being embarrassed when he had to face Orli again. Oh yes, that would do just fine. Orli’s cock was pretty damned special as well, especially when he got that angle, the one that involved Elijah rolling one hip, tilting his leg and... he thought about trying to move when the pillow was lifted off his face.
“You all right under there?” Orli asked.
What were you meant to say to that? Yes, thank you very much, I love it when you stick your tongue right up my arse? Or, no. I’m bloody shame faced that you can still reduce me to mush after all this time? And how come it has to be that act that does it every time? Why can’t it be something I can look you in the eye about afterwards? Something that doesn’t turn me into a girl I’m so damned drippy and desperate for it? That I would cut off my own arm to get you to do again? That I would cut my throat if you said you’d never do it, even though there’s no way in hell I’ll ever ask for it?
You can’t say any of that so why didn’t Orli just give him a break and fuck him?
“’Lijah?” Elijah could hear the smile in Orli’s voice. He would not open his eyes, he would not. Orli knew.
Orli knew too much.
Elijah opened his eyes and was faced with a long, hard, red and ripe cock. The sight conquered everything else.
Next thing Orli knew he was pinned down backwards on the bed and Elijah was... fuck, it felt like Elijah was burrowing between his legs, rubbing his face so hard and deep into the flesh behind his balls that he was in immanent danger of exploding. “Fuck mate, slow down.”
Only there was no way in hell Elijah was going to slow down, no way he could. His bottom lip was pushed up hard under Orli’s balls, his mouth suckered onto them, his tongue lapping, his nose pressed tight against the ridge of Orli’s cock, his senses filled and his face surrounded.
It felt perfect.
He caught hold of Orli’s thighs, lifting and opening them so he could grind deeper, get more of Orli.
Orli dug his fingers tight into the sheet, not just in desperation but also to stop himself being pushed right off the edge of the bed. “’Lijah,” he tried to ask but it came out watery and small. Give in, let it burn hard and fast. Elijah lifted his head a little and suddenly Orli couldn’t stand it and clamped his thighs closed.
Bastard. Rotten, stinking bastard. Elijah knew what he wanted but with Orli’s legs holding him fast like that, surrounding him, it was difficult to go after it. Too good to move. No, fuck it, he would have what he wanted. Sticking his thumbs hard into the flesh of Orli’s groin Elijah created just enough space to move. Up a millimetre, over, round and yes. He slid his lips down Orli’s cock in one long swallow.
“Fuck, shit, bugger.” Orli’s head went back, hanging off the edge of the bed. He gave in and gave up and, any which way round Elijah wanted, he could have him.
Elijah’s head moved hard and fast. And deep. Especially deep, till there was nothing left of Orli’s cock but a blur of wet need. Friction and heat and... “Oh fucking shit,” Coherent? Bollocks to coherent.
With his feet planted firmly on the bed, his knees crushing Elijah’s face, his back arching so high half his shoulders were hanging over the side of the bed and a blood rush to the head that would have stopped a rhinoceros, Orli didn’t know whether to laugh or shout. He settled for throwing off any dignity and hanging on for dear life while his cock was sucked to within an inch of its life.
“Fucking, fucking shit.” Elijah squeezed his balls, took him deeper still, so his nose was right in Orli’s pubic hair, and then scraped his way to the tip. “Fuck,” Orli didn’t bother shouting, there was no point. There was nothing left of him but goo. His cock pulsed and emptied itself whilst Elijah continued to stuck. And continued to suck. And continued till the twitching and after shocks drove Orli nearly mad.
“Leave me alone,” he laughed, pushing at Elijah’s hair, trying to get his own head back on the support of the bed. “Aren’t you satisfied you’ve sucked my brains out?”
“Just making sure,” Elijah grinned from between Orli’s legs. Fuck, Elijah looked gorgeous. His hair standing up at the most ridiculous angels possible, his face all pink and patchy, his eyes sparkling, his lips swollen and slick. Even the bit of dribble running down his chin looked pretty amazing. Orli thought seriously about holding him down and fucking him senseless, but he really had nothing left.
“Happy now? Got what you wanted?” Orli stroked Elijah’s shoulder with his foot. “You’ve killed me just like you wanted to, only you’d better remember, I can turn you into a helpless mess just as effectively as you can do it to me.”
Elijah’s cheeks pinked even more at the thought. He was such a wimp at times. It was a good job all the people at school hadn’t seen him a few minutes ago. Wimp. He imagined what he must have looked like: arse up and open, cock begging to be touched, opening his legs so wide, so wanton, making desperate drooling noises. He shook his head. It was probably just as well they hadn’t seen him. “I’m going for a shower,” he tried to maintain a bit of dignity. “You coming?”
“Already come,” Orli turned onto his belly, balling up the pillow that had so recently been covering Elijah’s head. “To knackered to move now.”
“At least clean your teeth, I know where you’re mouth’s been.” Elijah wandered out of the room, his hips swaying in blatant invitation. Might as well flaunt it. The only place he could or would.
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The shower had been hot and invigorating, just like Elijah needed. He came back into the bedroom singing and tugging at his hair with a comb, then sat on the end of the bed, poking at Orli’s foot. “Are you going to stay there all evening, I thought we were going out for a quick drink? Rose is expecting us.”
“I think Rose must be in heat, she’s got sex on the brain,” Orli rolled onto his back and stretched, Elijah tried hard not to stare. “Expect to be groped or at least mentally undressed.”
“I’ll just tell her about your skills at rimming, she’ll forget all about me. I can guarantee it.”
“Don’t you dare, I have to work with her. She’ll run away screaming if I kiss her on the cheek again.”
“She’ll know where your tongue has been,” Elijah grinned. “Yuck.”
Orli pulled himself up, crawled along the bed and bit at the towel around Elijah’s waist, pulling it away to expose a bit of leg. “Want to try it again?” He licked up Elijah’s thigh, tickling with the tip of his tongue.
“Yes. No,” Elijah swatted the top of his head. “Don’t tempt me.” He got up, pulled on clean boxers and jeans and threw a pair at Orli. “Come on, I want a drink.”
“Spoil sport,” Orli started getting dressed. “I’m not washing. I’m going to tease Rose with the smell of you still on me.” And then the phone rang. Somehow, without even answering it, Elijah knew who it was. He stopped, scowling, and stared at the handset.
Orli found the walk around phone and then looked at Elijah. “We could always ignore it?”
“What’s the point? He’ll only ring back,” Elijah reached for the phone. “We might as well get it over and done with.”
On a silent count they picked the phone up together and Elijah gave a curt, “Yes?”
“That you Elijah?”
“Fuck off,” Elijah said, low and steady.
“You talked to your whore of a mother?”
“Fuck off and leave us all alone.”
“You know who I am, son?” And just that use of the word set Elijah’s teeth on edge. Oh, he’d thought about this, thought about this moment and what he’d say long and hard, but none of his rehearsed speeches seemed right. This came from the heart.
“I know who you are and you are not my father. You were a sperm donor at the beginning and later, just another cock I had to service,” his voice stayed low, if full of venom, his grip turning white on the phone. “I’ve only ever had one parent and I still have. You can’t use those photos to blackmail me, I’ll just have you arrested for abuse.”
“You listen here, you little fucker, I made you, I’ve had you, you’re mine. Now I want money. I never mentioned the word blackmail, you’ll pay it and keep paying it because I’m your father.”
Elijah looked across the short space, his eyes locking with Orli’s. He could do this, with Orli he could do anything. He let his breath sigh out, kept his eyes on Orli but turned his attention back to the man on the other end of the line. “No,” he said simply, and put the phone down.
Orli stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Elijah and held him tight. “Good on you mate, good on you.” He buried his face in Elijah’s hair.
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Elijah slipped carefully out from under the covers and sat on the edge of the bed, his skin goose-pimpling in the late night air. His knees opened wide and his head hung down between them as he dragged his fingers through his hair. He’d get up in a minute, go and make tea, try not to wake Orli.
“Come here,” Orli said, his voice thick with sleep, as he rested a hand on the flesh of Elijah’s back
“I can’t settle,” Elijah said into the dimness. “You go back to sleep.”
“Come here,” Orli said again.
Elijah looked over his shoulder and gave a lukewarm smile. “It’s all right, there’s no point in our both being awake.”
“Come here,” Orli said with finality, pulling at Elijah’s arm.
Elijah gave in and twisted round, sliding back under the cover. Orli dragged him in close, resting his face against Elijah’s hair and stroking down his spine. “Tell me.”
Elijah let it wash over him, the security he felt here in this bed, in this flat with this man. “I feel lost Orlando. Like I’m going to float away on this cloud of evilness and there’s nothing to tie me down.” Three o’clock in the morning feelings that could only be admitted to in the dark.
“You can’t float away, I won’t let you,” Orli murmured against his flesh.
“At times I’m not sure even you’ll be enough.”
“I will,” Orli ran his hand further down Elijah’s back and over the rounded curve of his cheek. “I won’t let you go.”
“I need you to... tether me.” Stupid bloody word. He felt silly even saying it, if it hadn’t been dark he doubted if he could have, but it expressed just how he felt.
Orli let his hand drift a little more till his index finger was simply resting against Elijah and then he pushed, gently, and the very tip was just inside him.
“Oh,” Elijah sighed on a long, low breath and he could feel the tension slowly easing. “Hang onto me, please.”
“Never letting go,” Orli rubbed his face deeper into Elijah’s hair, kept his finger just where it was and settled back to sleep.
+
Elijah woke sometime later with Orli lying between his legs, his head heavy on his chest, his whole body squashed into the mattress. He’d had the best few hours sleep that he’d had in a long time.
Easing his legs a little further apart so he could wrap his ankle up and over Orli’s, he stroked through Orli’s hair. He was safe, he was grounded. He wasn’t going anywhere. He hoped.
“Is it time to get up?” Orli asked, his breath puffing against Elijah’s nipple.
“We’ve got a few minutes yet.”
“You doing better?”
“Yeah, I’m doing loads better.”
“All the way there?”
Elijah smiled. “Maybe not all the way, but not bad.”
“Anything I can do to finish the job?”
He considered it for a moment. “Do you fancy fucking me?”
Orli looked up, his chin on Elijah’s chest. “You sure? That’s what you need?”
“Yeah,” Elijah nodded. “If that doesn’t hold me down nothing will.”
Orli didn’t say anything, his hand going up under the pillow for the lube as he dragged himself up Elijah’s body. He kissed him; deep and hard, his tongue taking possession of Elijah’s mouth as his hand went down between his legs. One finger, two, a blur of movement and then Orli was pressing inside, his breathing rapid and harsh in the stillness of the room. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Elijah arched, grinding himself onto Orli: grounding himself.
Orli thrust deeper still. “I won’t let you go. Ever,” he hissed through clenched teeth and Elijah knew he was safe.
+
Elijah sat slumped at the kitchen table dunking digestive biscuits in a carton of strawberry yogurt when the phone rang. He didn’t answer it. He was pretty sure it wasn’t… him, but whoever it was it had to be Orli’s turn to get it. The phone continued to ring and there was a loud banging in the bedroom followed by silence. See, Orli could wake up and answer it if he tried. Hell, it was eleven thirty.
“Couldn’t you have got it?” Orli said a few minutes later, going straight for coffee then flopping down in a chair.
“Hmm,” Elijah knew a response wasn’t needed. He flicked the radio over to something a bit more lively. “Who was it?”
“My mum. She wanted to know what time we’re going to lunch.”
“Same time we always go I expect.”
“That’s what I thought. What’d she ring for?”
“How should I know?” Elijah pinched Orli’s coffee cup out of his hand. “She’s your mum.”
“Something’s up or off or… oh shit, you don’t think one of the aunts is coming, do you?”
“I guess we’ll know in about an hour and a half,” Elijah headed for the shower taking the coffee with him. “And if you’re right we’ll be home in time to watch the football.”
Orli watched him go; it just proved that even terrible things could have a silver lining.
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“You’ve killed me just like you wanted to, only you’d better remember, I can turn you into a helpless mess just as effectively as you can do it to me.”
Just perfect, oh yes. And the tongue thing? Cracks me up!
Typo: you’ve were playing her long before I’ve knew you (should be "you were" or "you've been"?
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Thanks for pointing out the typo. It's been checked by a couple of us so many times and *still* the little buggers slip through!
Thanks a million.
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Thanks a million.