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bellsforme.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2003-12-21 09:38 am
I lost my phone number...
Title: Gillette
Author: Sarah
Pairing: Domlijah, but really it centers around Orlando.
Rating: R for one sexed-up line
Word Count: 669
Summary: Elijah's name must be Gillette, because he's the best a man can get. Billy, Dom, and Elijah taunt Orlando with bad pick-up lines.
Author's Note: Sorry for crossposts. :)
“I am not a manwhore!” The indignant nature of Orlando’s protest was cancelled out by the grin he couldn’t repress and the laughter that followed. “I’m just, I dunno... Popular.” A prideful smirk played on his lips. Yes, he knew. He was very popular. “I can’t help it if I’m nice.”
Elijah’s face glowed the rosy color that usually indicates he may have had just one too many. “Yeah, guys! Lay off,” he giggled. “Orli can’t help it if he’s easy.” His eyes, the deep, glossy blue of intoxication, flitted over Orlando’s mock-offended expression so quickly he may not have seen anything at all. “I mean nice!” he corrected hurriedly, swallowing the laugh that threatened to choke him on his beer.
Setting his empty bottle on the table, Orlando narrowed his eyes in challenge at the three hobbits sitting with him. “You’re just jealous because I get more action than all three of you combined.”
His comment was not well received.
“Lies!” Dom shouted suddenly, flailing his arms so wildly that some of the head from his pint foamed over onto his sleeve. He paid no attention to it, but despite the fact that the bar was packed – and its patrons all a bit rowdy – he still drew a few quizzical glances. He didn’t notice. “If we didn’t have to get up for feet at four in the morning every day, we would be getting so much more ass than you!” To emphasize his proclamation, Dom attempted to point an accusing finger at the target of his allegation, but the effect was lost when he couldn’t quite make out where, exactly, Orlando was sitting.
The guffaw from across the table drew his attention and finally, he’d found Orlando, but he wasn’t really bothering with the pointing thing anymore, anyway. Because “Please, Dom,” Orlando was saying. “You could never keep up with me. What can I say? The ladies love me. I’m just too smooth.” He leaned back in his chair and shook his head while pretending to inspect his nails. Oh, how he enjoyed toying with the hobbits when they were drunk.
But Billy, true Scotsman that he is, was still sober. “Yeah, smooth. That’s right.” His laugh was silent – because Billy always has such good laughs they have to be silent – and the little wrinkles around his eyes creased. “Orlando knows all the great pick-up lines,” he joked. “Hey darling, I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?”
Dom and Elijah got a great kick out of this, and Elijah’s face actually turned red as his patented too-loud, carefree laugh fell from his lips. Orlando’s lips twitched as he fought not to encourage further his own persecution.
“No, no,” Dom gasped, clutching his sides. “He only uses that for the girls he really likes. Usually it’s: Your feet must be so tired! ‘Cause you’ve been running through my head all day.”
“Oh, that’s awful!” Orlando was giving up, now. They were taking the piss out of him, the way they always did, and he was more or less resigned to his fate. Hell, why not? It was funny!
Elijah swayed in his seat and patted vigorously at Dom’s arm as he fought for breath. “No, I got one, I got one!” He cleared his throat and did his best to sit up straight. “Hey, I like your shirt. It would look really good on my floor.”
There was no turning back now, and Orlando knew it. But if you can’t beat ‘em... “Is that a mirror in your pocket?” he began, and he was lost in giggles and bad pick-up lines for the rest of the night.
There were no surprises when the bar closed. Orlando went home with another girl, and the hobbits – as usual – shared a cab. But later on, when Dom was gripping the naked flesh of Elijah’s familiar hips in the dark, he grinned to himself and leaned over the panting body beneath him, whispering, “Your name must be Gillette...”
Author: Sarah
Pairing: Domlijah, but really it centers around Orlando.
Rating: R for one sexed-up line
Word Count: 669
Summary: Elijah's name must be Gillette, because he's the best a man can get. Billy, Dom, and Elijah taunt Orlando with bad pick-up lines.
Author's Note: Sorry for crossposts. :)
“I am not a manwhore!” The indignant nature of Orlando’s protest was cancelled out by the grin he couldn’t repress and the laughter that followed. “I’m just, I dunno... Popular.” A prideful smirk played on his lips. Yes, he knew. He was very popular. “I can’t help it if I’m nice.”
Elijah’s face glowed the rosy color that usually indicates he may have had just one too many. “Yeah, guys! Lay off,” he giggled. “Orli can’t help it if he’s easy.” His eyes, the deep, glossy blue of intoxication, flitted over Orlando’s mock-offended expression so quickly he may not have seen anything at all. “I mean nice!” he corrected hurriedly, swallowing the laugh that threatened to choke him on his beer.
Setting his empty bottle on the table, Orlando narrowed his eyes in challenge at the three hobbits sitting with him. “You’re just jealous because I get more action than all three of you combined.”
His comment was not well received.
“Lies!” Dom shouted suddenly, flailing his arms so wildly that some of the head from his pint foamed over onto his sleeve. He paid no attention to it, but despite the fact that the bar was packed – and its patrons all a bit rowdy – he still drew a few quizzical glances. He didn’t notice. “If we didn’t have to get up for feet at four in the morning every day, we would be getting so much more ass than you!” To emphasize his proclamation, Dom attempted to point an accusing finger at the target of his allegation, but the effect was lost when he couldn’t quite make out where, exactly, Orlando was sitting.
The guffaw from across the table drew his attention and finally, he’d found Orlando, but he wasn’t really bothering with the pointing thing anymore, anyway. Because “Please, Dom,” Orlando was saying. “You could never keep up with me. What can I say? The ladies love me. I’m just too smooth.” He leaned back in his chair and shook his head while pretending to inspect his nails. Oh, how he enjoyed toying with the hobbits when they were drunk.
But Billy, true Scotsman that he is, was still sober. “Yeah, smooth. That’s right.” His laugh was silent – because Billy always has such good laughs they have to be silent – and the little wrinkles around his eyes creased. “Orlando knows all the great pick-up lines,” he joked. “Hey darling, I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?”
Dom and Elijah got a great kick out of this, and Elijah’s face actually turned red as his patented too-loud, carefree laugh fell from his lips. Orlando’s lips twitched as he fought not to encourage further his own persecution.
“No, no,” Dom gasped, clutching his sides. “He only uses that for the girls he really likes. Usually it’s: Your feet must be so tired! ‘Cause you’ve been running through my head all day.”
“Oh, that’s awful!” Orlando was giving up, now. They were taking the piss out of him, the way they always did, and he was more or less resigned to his fate. Hell, why not? It was funny!
Elijah swayed in his seat and patted vigorously at Dom’s arm as he fought for breath. “No, I got one, I got one!” He cleared his throat and did his best to sit up straight. “Hey, I like your shirt. It would look really good on my floor.”
There was no turning back now, and Orlando knew it. But if you can’t beat ‘em... “Is that a mirror in your pocket?” he began, and he was lost in giggles and bad pick-up lines for the rest of the night.
There were no surprises when the bar closed. Orlando went home with another girl, and the hobbits – as usual – shared a cab. But later on, when Dom was gripping the naked flesh of Elijah’s familiar hips in the dark, he grinned to himself and leaned over the panting body beneath him, whispering, “Your name must be Gillette...”
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Poor Orli, it must be hell to be... Popular *g*
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Love your icon, btw. :D
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have you read Last Chance Saloon? ...
Very cute! i loved the ending!
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But thank you!
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v. good book!
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To emphasize his proclamation, Dom attempted to point an accusing finger at the target of his allegation, but the effect was lost when he couldn’t quite make out where, exactly, Orlando was sitting. Cos it was just the funniest thing. EVER. I love that image in my head. :D
Elijah’s face actually turned red as his patented too-loud, carefree laugh fell from his lips. Dude, I hear it.
But later on, when Dom was gripping the naked flesh of Elijah’s familiar hips in the dark, he grinned to himself and leaned over the panting body beneath him, whispering, “Your name must be Gillette...” Nice, cos Dom saying that is funny, but then the whole thing, all sexylike, as an ending is just....*melts*
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I was hoping that last line would serve its function, and I think it did. I melted when it came to me, too. ;)
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I have a big grin plastered to my face now. Oh how I love drunk hobbits.
:)
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