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silvestra.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-01-15 12:42 am
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Hi, I am new to this community, but I just HAD to join :) Anyway, here is a drabble I originally wrote for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ladyjaida's fic challenge, where the fic had to start with "Don't listen to them, listen to me", end with "There, now - isn't that better?" and have "He/she didn't mean it, but there it is/was" somewhere in between.
Title: Bring Me Down
Author:silvestra
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Orlando/Dominic
Disclaimer: real people. I am just using them as my toys.
Feedback: loved and approved of :)
X-posted in my own journal (silvestra) and my fic-journal (silva_fics).
"Don't listen to them, listen to me," I said, following Orlando as he stormed out of the room, slamming the doors as he went. "They are wrong, you know it." Orlando quickly turned around, facing me.
"Why should I listen to you? I know that inside you mean what they mean, even if you try to hide it with your own words," he said and bit his lip. Oh my God, he wasn't going to cry, was he?
"So what? So what if they say that you are a fag?" I said, sighing and folding my arms. I leaned against the wall behind me and took a look at him, from head to toe. He was wearing black velvet trousers and a dark red, tight shirt, which brought out his muscular torso. His longish, wavy hair was on a hastily-done-pony tail and a few strands of hair had escaped the ribbon. He looked so amazingly helpless that I felt like closing him into my arms and embracing him tightly.
"Well, what if they had a point?" he snapped and stormed out. I was speechless. He must be joking, I thought. He was seeing that blonde actress, what-was-her-name-again.
"Orlando!" I shouted as I ran after him. "Hang on!" He started to slow down and I managed to grab his arm. "Could you tell me what the hell is going on?"
Orlando looked into my eyes intently. So intently, that I started to feel strange. And suddenly - he didn't mean it but there it was - he kissed me.
"This is going on, Dom. It's true what they're saying." He stared at me again and I felt a sudden heat rise in me. Not the kind of heat that rises when I get angry. No, not at all. So I pinned Orlando against the wall and brushed my lips against his. He closed his eyes and let his hands wander on my back as I kissed his face quietly and slowly. I embraced him and breathed in his elegant scent.
And as I started to get more and more intoxicated by his scent, his warm body, I whispered: "There, now... Isn't that better?"
ladyjaida's fic challenge, where the fic had to start with "Don't listen to them, listen to me", end with "There, now - isn't that better?" and have "He/she didn't mean it, but there it is/was" somewhere in between.Title: Bring Me Down
Author:
silvestraRating: PG-13
Pairing: Orlando/Dominic
Disclaimer: real people. I am just using them as my toys.
Feedback: loved and approved of :)
X-posted in my own journal (
silvestra) and my fic-journal (silva_fics)."Don't listen to them, listen to me," I said, following Orlando as he stormed out of the room, slamming the doors as he went. "They are wrong, you know it." Orlando quickly turned around, facing me.
"Why should I listen to you? I know that inside you mean what they mean, even if you try to hide it with your own words," he said and bit his lip. Oh my God, he wasn't going to cry, was he?
"So what? So what if they say that you are a fag?" I said, sighing and folding my arms. I leaned against the wall behind me and took a look at him, from head to toe. He was wearing black velvet trousers and a dark red, tight shirt, which brought out his muscular torso. His longish, wavy hair was on a hastily-done-pony tail and a few strands of hair had escaped the ribbon. He looked so amazingly helpless that I felt like closing him into my arms and embracing him tightly.
"Well, what if they had a point?" he snapped and stormed out. I was speechless. He must be joking, I thought. He was seeing that blonde actress, what-was-her-name-again.
"Orlando!" I shouted as I ran after him. "Hang on!" He started to slow down and I managed to grab his arm. "Could you tell me what the hell is going on?"
Orlando looked into my eyes intently. So intently, that I started to feel strange. And suddenly - he didn't mean it but there it was - he kissed me.
"This is going on, Dom. It's true what they're saying." He stared at me again and I felt a sudden heat rise in me. Not the kind of heat that rises when I get angry. No, not at all. So I pinned Orlando against the wall and brushed my lips against his. He closed his eyes and let his hands wander on my back as I kissed his face quietly and slowly. I embraced him and breathed in his elegant scent.
And as I started to get more and more intoxicated by his scent, his warm body, I whispered: "There, now... Isn't that better?"
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