Bruises
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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,683
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Bruises
Disclaimer: I don't own elijah or orlando. god I wish I would.
She likes to watch them.
It’s luxory. Sitting on that green sofa with velvet cushions to keep her company. And watching…And hearing. And the feeling of it is … just perfect. The room is always dark, the only light comes from the window on the other side of the room. But the girl can still see them. She thinks it’s because of the moon. The boys are almost glowing in the moonlight, she doesn’t know why, but that’s not really the point. Elijah and Orlando. Orlando and Elijah. Boys kissing each other. Beautiful bodies entangled together. Elijah sucking Orlando. Orlando on top of Elijah. A moan excaping from the shorter boy’s lips. It is all so beautiful.
She thinks it’s kind of funny actually. Or ironic. That every girl in the whole world has fallen in love with these two, but they have only eyes for each other. And well - she smiles when Orlando’s sweaty palm touches her exposed tigh, asking her to join the fun - for her.
She stands up and lays on the bed beside Elijah, who’s still panting a little bit, and kisses him on the cheek. The boy smiles and closes his eyes. Elijah’s all about kissing, which is perfectly fine by her and Orlando. Who could possibly resist those lips? She often wonders where Elijah hides his lipstick. Maybe in the kitchen? Under the bed? She has never seen him put on any, nor has she tasted the flavour of lipstick while kissing Elijah. Elijah tastes like sugar and vanilla and smoke and Orlando. Orlando tastes like.. Orlando. Danger and lust and Elijah, of course. She can’t really recognize her own taste upon their lips, though she knows it’s there. How could it not be?
The girl closes her eyes as she feels someone’s hand go under her skirt and pull away her underwear, while someone else is undoing the buttons of her shirt. Very nice indeed. Like magic. She thinks it’s quite strange, really, that at the moments like this – the girl gasps when she feels someone’s tonque slide over her – she usually doesn’t realize that she is living a dream of millions of girls. Or boys, she states to herself. No. At moments like this it is just the three of them. Alone, but together. She isn’t sure if it is love. Still, she is sure it is something more than just desire.
Maybe affection? Friendship?
The girl opens her eyes to find Elijah looking down at her, his fingers playing with her hair. Love? Perhaps. The boy leans down to kiss her on the mouth, then moves down to her throat, her cheast… Sometimes the girl thinks she is dreaming. But she isn’t, and that makes everything even better. Too vivid to be a dream, too good to be real. Elijah shifts to lick her nipples, which makes the girl moan softly. Orlando laughs quietly, and whispers something to the other boy. She looks at them. Elijah grins wickedly and nods to Orlando, who moves away from between the girl’s tighs and crawls to sit behind her head, brushing few locks of hair from her forehead. The girl takes her eyes away from the taller boy and turns them back to Elijah.
That look. Lust darken eyes, his mouth in a slight smirk. That look has always the same effect on the girl. Shivers. And Elijah’s ers ers running down her hips are only making it worse. Both boys notice this. Orlando kisses her head, calming her. Then he moves his hands to take a strong grip of the girl’s narrow wrists. Not to hurt really, just to keep her still. Orlando’s all about kink, and she knows it. And likes it. But that’s not something to say aloud. The girl’s thoughts are cut off by the blue-eyed boy’s lips crushing over her mouth, and his tonque forcing it’s way through her already swollen lips. It’s a bit like a goodbye kiss, passionate and powerful. She knows very well what’s coming next, though she tries to pretend she doesn’t. And as Elijah pulls away she closes her eyes once again. Orlando tightens his grip around her wrists, and she can feel the heat of the boy’s body above her, as he pushes himself inside her. The girl lets out a cry, which is soon muffled by her own hand, held by Orlando’s. She can still remember the first time, how it hurted like hell. And it still hurts, but she’s used to it, and learned to enjoy the feeling. Afterall, there’s just a thin line between pleasure and pain, the girl thinks, as Elijah moves in and out, in steady rhythm, so slowly it almost hurts more than the penetration itself. And Elijah’s hands. At moments like this she’s glad that the boy bites his fingernails, because if he didn’t, he could easily dig his fingers into her flesh, when he’s holding her like thiressressing her hips into mattress. Now he will leave only little marks, like bruises, to tell everyone whom she belongs to. It’s not like someone would see them. It’s just their little secret. And it doesn’t really bother her.
Elijah likes the girl best when she’s like this. Tight and almost still and her moans and cries not too loud, but not passive. The two boys change glances. The shorter boy frowns slightly and quickens the pace, his grip on the girl’s hips so hard he can feel her bones under the skin and flesh. The girl sguirms and trembles uncontrollably as she comes, making it impossible for the boys not to come. And it’s all so beautiful.
And when the boys are asleep, she is watching. They both look like they’re somewhere far away, and at the moments like this she wonders if it was all just a dream. And she knows that next morning they’re going away again, and she will be sad. But then she remembers the bruises on her hips and wrists, and smiles to herself. Because she knows they always come back at night.
*finish*
She likes to watch them.
It’s luxory. Sitting on that green sofa with velvet cushions to keep her company. And watching…And hearing. And the feeling of it is … just perfect. The room is always dark, the only light comes from the window on the other side of the room. But the girl can still see them. She thinks it’s because of the moon. The boys are almost glowing in the moonlight, she doesn’t know why, but that’s not really the point. Elijah and Orlando. Orlando and Elijah. Boys kissing each other. Beautiful bodies entangled together. Elijah sucking Orlando. Orlando on top of Elijah. A moan excaping from the shorter boy’s lips. It is all so beautiful.
She thinks it’s kind of funny actually. Or ironic. That every girl in the whole world has fallen in love with these two, but they have only eyes for each other. And well - she smiles when Orlando’s sweaty palm touches her exposed tigh, asking her to join the fun - for her.
She stands up and lays on the bed beside Elijah, who’s still panting a little bit, and kisses him on the cheek. The boy smiles and closes his eyes. Elijah’s all about kissing, which is perfectly fine by her and Orlando. Who could possibly resist those lips? She often wonders where Elijah hides his lipstick. Maybe in the kitchen? Under the bed? She has never seen him put on any, nor has she tasted the flavour of lipstick while kissing Elijah. Elijah tastes like sugar and vanilla and smoke and Orlando. Orlando tastes like.. Orlando. Danger and lust and Elijah, of course. She can’t really recognize her own taste upon their lips, though she knows it’s there. How could it not be?
The girl closes her eyes as she feels someone’s hand go under her skirt and pull away her underwear, while someone else is undoing the buttons of her shirt. Very nice indeed. Like magic. She thinks it’s quite strange, really, that at the moments like this – the girl gasps when she feels someone’s tonque slide over her – she usually doesn’t realize that she is living a dream of millions of girls. Or boys, she states to herself. No. At moments like this it is just the three of them. Alone, but together. She isn’t sure if it is love. Still, she is sure it is something more than just desire.
Maybe affection? Friendship?
The girl opens her eyes to find Elijah looking down at her, his fingers playing with her hair. Love? Perhaps. The boy leans down to kiss her on the mouth, then moves down to her throat, her cheast… Sometimes the girl thinks she is dreaming. But she isn’t, and that makes everything even better. Too vivid to be a dream, too good to be real. Elijah shifts to lick her nipples, which makes the girl moan softly. Orlando laughs quietly, and whispers something to the other boy. She looks at them. Elijah grins wickedly and nods to Orlando, who moves away from between the girl’s tighs and crawls to sit behind her head, brushing few locks of hair from her forehead. The girl takes her eyes away from the taller boy and turns them back to Elijah.
That look. Lust darken eyes, his mouth in a slight smirk. That look has always the same effect on the girl. Shivers. And Elijah’s ers ers running down her hips are only making it worse. Both boys notice this. Orlando kisses her head, calming her. Then he moves his hands to take a strong grip of the girl’s narrow wrists. Not to hurt really, just to keep her still. Orlando’s all about kink, and she knows it. And likes it. But that’s not something to say aloud. The girl’s thoughts are cut off by the blue-eyed boy’s lips crushing over her mouth, and his tonque forcing it’s way through her already swollen lips. It’s a bit like a goodbye kiss, passionate and powerful. She knows very well what’s coming next, though she tries to pretend she doesn’t. And as Elijah pulls away she closes her eyes once again. Orlando tightens his grip around her wrists, and she can feel the heat of the boy’s body above her, as he pushes himself inside her. The girl lets out a cry, which is soon muffled by her own hand, held by Orlando’s. She can still remember the first time, how it hurted like hell. And it still hurts, but she’s used to it, and learned to enjoy the feeling. Afterall, there’s just a thin line between pleasure and pain, the girl thinks, as Elijah moves in and out, in steady rhythm, so slowly it almost hurts more than the penetration itself. And Elijah’s hands. At moments like this she’s glad that the boy bites his fingernails, because if he didn’t, he could easily dig his fingers into her flesh, when he’s holding her like thiressressing her hips into mattress. Now he will leave only little marks, like bruises, to tell everyone whom she belongs to. It’s not like someone would see them. It’s just their little secret. And it doesn’t really bother her.
Elijah likes the girl best when she’s like this. Tight and almost still and her moans and cries not too loud, but not passive. The two boys change glances. The shorter boy frowns slightly and quickens the pace, his grip on the girl’s hips so hard he can feel her bones under the skin and flesh. The girl sguirms and trembles uncontrollably as she comes, making it impossible for the boys not to come. And it’s all so beautiful.
And when the boys are asleep, she is watching. They both look like they’re somewhere far away, and at the moments like this she wonders if it was all just a dream. And she knows that next morning they’re going away again, and she will be sad. But then she remembers the bruises on her hips and wrists, and smiles to herself. Because she knows they always come back at night.
*finish*