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padawanhilary.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2003-11-28 08:37 pm
Just joined this minute...
And here's a ficlet. Or a drabble.
Hi.
Title: Another Iron Grip
Author: padawanhilary, inspired by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
telesilla's piece, which is here. Read it first.
Rating: NC-17
Fandom/Pairing: Lotrips, SB/OB
Archive: not my idea, therefore, probably not
Summary: Sean loves Orlando's bruises
Disclaimer: Not RL; didn't happen. If you think this has anything to do with the real actors involved, then you need to put down the crack pipe.
Notes: Inspired by a couple of lines* from Sean Bean's mini-interview in the January 2004 Empire LOTR Collectors' Magazine (as seen here inlazulus' LJ) and also from Ruth's drabble.
Orlando is sleeping, and Sean lies there beside him, watching.
What a stunning turn. A few joking comments, a pint in the bar--but only one, not enough to explain away bad behavior in the morning--and then Sean glanced down and discovered Orlando toying with his leg, of all things.
Sean gave a smiling, puzzled look, flicking his eyes down questioningly.
Orlando flushed. "'S bruised," he grinned, ducking his head. "From the helicopter ride."
The questioning look turned a little concerned. "God, bruised? Sorry, Orlando, Jesus--" But Sean's apology halted mid-stream as he saw that Orlando was kneading the inside of his thigh with his thumb, working the hurt. Blinking, Sean finished his pint and said quietly, "Come on, then. Back to my room, and I'll see to that." His eyes met Orlando's once, briefly, before he gave a hard, sly look and got up. He left without looking back, and Orlando followed him.
And Sean saw to it, alright. The bruises are now surrounded by deep bite marks, and there are more bruises flanking Orlando's hips, curving over his shoulders, wrapping around his throat. Orlando's quite exhausted, and will likely sleep till morning.
Well, Sean smiles to himself, he will unless I wake him. And he rolls over, digging his erection into one of the bruises on Orlando's hip.
end.
*It was blowing a gale, very grey and rainy, like the Yorkshire Moors, and this helicopter was swinging around in the wind. I had an iron grip on Orlando's thigh for the whole journey. Sean Bean
Hi.
Title: Another Iron Grip
Author: padawanhilary, inspired by
telesilla's piece, which is here. Read it first. Rating: NC-17
Fandom/Pairing: Lotrips, SB/OB
Archive: not my idea, therefore, probably not
Summary: Sean loves Orlando's bruises
Disclaimer: Not RL; didn't happen. If you think this has anything to do with the real actors involved, then you need to put down the crack pipe.
Notes: Inspired by a couple of lines* from Sean Bean's mini-interview in the January 2004 Empire LOTR Collectors' Magazine (as seen here in
lazulus' LJ) and also from Ruth's drabble.Orlando is sleeping, and Sean lies there beside him, watching.
What a stunning turn. A few joking comments, a pint in the bar--but only one, not enough to explain away bad behavior in the morning--and then Sean glanced down and discovered Orlando toying with his leg, of all things.
Sean gave a smiling, puzzled look, flicking his eyes down questioningly.
Orlando flushed. "'S bruised," he grinned, ducking his head. "From the helicopter ride."
The questioning look turned a little concerned. "God, bruised? Sorry, Orlando, Jesus--" But Sean's apology halted mid-stream as he saw that Orlando was kneading the inside of his thigh with his thumb, working the hurt. Blinking, Sean finished his pint and said quietly, "Come on, then. Back to my room, and I'll see to that." His eyes met Orlando's once, briefly, before he gave a hard, sly look and got up. He left without looking back, and Orlando followed him.
And Sean saw to it, alright. The bruises are now surrounded by deep bite marks, and there are more bruises flanking Orlando's hips, curving over his shoulders, wrapping around his throat. Orlando's quite exhausted, and will likely sleep till morning.
Well, Sean smiles to himself, he will unless I wake him. And he rolls over, digging his erection into one of the bruises on Orlando's hip.
end.
*It was blowing a gale, very grey and rainy, like the Yorkshire Moors, and this helicopter was swinging around in the wind. I had an iron grip on Orlando's thigh for the whole journey. Sean Bean