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Mistletoe
OB/EW
PG
Not true.
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wasted_hope
The smell was almost stale now. There was only so much 'Christmas' one could inhale.
And Elijah had had it up to here. The whole 5 foot 6.
He grabbed his coat and pushed open the front door, not bothering to shout out above the commotion in the living room. He just wanted needed air.
A pair of dark eyes followed the boy out the door and Orlando sighed. It was a bad sign, that silent withdrawal. Elijah had a bad habit of giving a running commentary of everylittlething he did, to anyone and everyone. He stood from his perch on the couch corner and smiled a quiet 'excuse me'.
In the same motion as Elijah had before him, he grabbed his coat and pushed the door open.
His eyes where greeted with glare. White glare. Lots of it. He squinted his eyes twice before pulling his jacket on and closer to his body. Down three stairs and crunch. Wet shoes.
"Dammit" Orlando's breath clung to the air and dropped to the snowy blanket before him. "Elijah where the hell are you?"
A trail of footprints lead through the snow and to the edge of the forest, Orlando rolled his eyes and began to follow them.
-------
Out here it was so cold, there was no smell at all. Just the fresh space between the nothing and the everything. He took a dream breath and spun around, arms held out wide. Just breathing.
He got so claustrophobic in the house. The heat became stifling despite the fact it was a big-fat-3-degrees-below. It wasn't the heat; it was the fact he was burning. And everything reminded him of that. The looks, the touches, the smells. Eggnog, Christmas tree, people, Orlando.
Elijah stopped spinning.
I wasn't the smells, the place, the season he was running from. It was Orlando. The fact the he made him boil. He looked down to his feet and half expect steam to be rising form his contact with the snow. Boil, burning, consuming, he could think of so many words, and the more he did, the less the air helped.
"Fuck."
Elijah plopped down onto the ground, ignoring the wet quite nicely thank-you-very-muchly.
------
he stood transfixed for a moment as Elijah twirled in the clearly before him. His cheeks flushed and his smile infectious. He stopped. Looked at his feet. "Fuck". Then lazily threw himself into sitting position on the ground.
Maybe he saw me, mused Orlando.
He took three tentative steps forward.
"Shit Orlando don’t' sneak up on me like that!" what the hell are you doing here go away go away go away go away.
"Sorry." Orlando sat beside him. Wet shoes, wet butt, this was getting better and better. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Come on!"
"Nothing Orlando."
"Lij!"
Elijah looked up at Orlando, hoping he could see it in his eyes. Shining with something that wasn’t cold. He leant over and kissed Orlando.
Somehow it managed to be icy cold but sinfully warm and he pulled his lips from Orlando’s and waited.
"What was that for?"
Elijah looked up.
Orlando looked up. "What?"
Elijah laughed, "I thought i saw some mistletoe flying overhead"
Orlando laughed and brought his forehead to Elijah’s, and breathed
There it was. That smell was surrounding him. Honey, spice, musk, lust, Orlando.
There was no escaping now, and Elijah didn't want to he wanted to taste it.
Orlando gently kissed Elijah again.
OB/EW
PG
Not true.
Written for
wasted_hopeThe smell was almost stale now. There was only so much 'Christmas' one could inhale.
And Elijah had had it up to here. The whole 5 foot 6.
He grabbed his coat and pushed open the front door, not bothering to shout out above the commotion in the living room. He just wanted needed air.
A pair of dark eyes followed the boy out the door and Orlando sighed. It was a bad sign, that silent withdrawal. Elijah had a bad habit of giving a running commentary of everylittlething he did, to anyone and everyone. He stood from his perch on the couch corner and smiled a quiet 'excuse me'.
In the same motion as Elijah had before him, he grabbed his coat and pushed the door open.
His eyes where greeted with glare. White glare. Lots of it. He squinted his eyes twice before pulling his jacket on and closer to his body. Down three stairs and crunch. Wet shoes.
"Dammit" Orlando's breath clung to the air and dropped to the snowy blanket before him. "Elijah where the hell are you?"
A trail of footprints lead through the snow and to the edge of the forest, Orlando rolled his eyes and began to follow them.
-------
Out here it was so cold, there was no smell at all. Just the fresh space between the nothing and the everything. He took a dream breath and spun around, arms held out wide. Just breathing.
He got so claustrophobic in the house. The heat became stifling despite the fact it was a big-fat-3-degrees-below. It wasn't the heat; it was the fact he was burning. And everything reminded him of that. The looks, the touches, the smells. Eggnog, Christmas tree, people, Orlando.
Elijah stopped spinning.
I wasn't the smells, the place, the season he was running from. It was Orlando. The fact the he made him boil. He looked down to his feet and half expect steam to be rising form his contact with the snow. Boil, burning, consuming, he could think of so many words, and the more he did, the less the air helped.
"Fuck."
Elijah plopped down onto the ground, ignoring the wet quite nicely thank-you-very-muchly.
------
he stood transfixed for a moment as Elijah twirled in the clearly before him. His cheeks flushed and his smile infectious. He stopped. Looked at his feet. "Fuck". Then lazily threw himself into sitting position on the ground.
Maybe he saw me, mused Orlando.
He took three tentative steps forward.
"Shit Orlando don’t' sneak up on me like that!" what the hell are you doing here go away go away go away go away.
"Sorry." Orlando sat beside him. Wet shoes, wet butt, this was getting better and better. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Come on!"
"Nothing Orlando."
"Lij!"
Elijah looked up at Orlando, hoping he could see it in his eyes. Shining with something that wasn’t cold. He leant over and kissed Orlando.
Somehow it managed to be icy cold but sinfully warm and he pulled his lips from Orlando’s and waited.
"What was that for?"
Elijah looked up.
Orlando looked up. "What?"
Elijah laughed, "I thought i saw some mistletoe flying overhead"
Orlando laughed and brought his forehead to Elijah’s, and breathed
There it was. That smell was surrounding him. Honey, spice, musk, lust, Orlando.
There was no escaping now, and Elijah didn't want to he wanted to taste it.
Orlando gently kissed Elijah again.
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Elijah laughed, "I thought i saw some mistletoe flying overhead"
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Great stuff!
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