Closed Doors pt 1

TITLE: Closed Doors pt 1 of 10
TYPE: RPHet/RPS
AUTHOR: Oliwiaroot@aol.com
RATING: PG(for this chapter only) NC17 for the rest
PAIRING: EW/OFC DW/OFC OB/OFC EW/VM
WARNING: None (this chapter only) rape/violence
DISCLAIMER: I do not know these people. I never have. This is just a figment of my imagination.
BETA:
SUMMARY: Fun with the LOTR



Ok, 1 more delivery to do, then finished for the day, She's soaked to the skin, and feels cold and done in. Casey looks at the label,
" I've never been to this address before, sounds posh, probably someone with more money than brains."
She bumps up the drive in the van, "shit, they could at least level this drive out" she moaned to herself,
"Oh hell, do I go to the front, back or side of the house, best use the back to be on the safe side." Upon opening the side of the van, a great pile of blue boxes decide to jump out at her, knocking her flat on her backend before scattering all over the place and making a hell of a noise in the process.
"Very professional. Shit that hurts". she looks in the van for the first aid box, find it, its empty. " Can you believe it? with the day I'm having, I feel like saying 'fuck it' and walking away."
Somebody was looking at her, she could feel it, she daren't look up for fear of looking completely and utterly stupid. She slammed the door and started to pick up the boxes, blood is running like a stream from her hand.
"I need to do something about this," just then another hand gently grabs her arm and wraps a teatowel around her hand,
"Thank you" she said, still not daring to look up.
"Do you want a hand with these?" a voice asked, that voice, she knew that voice, she had heard it so many times before. Casey looked up, took a step backwards and promptly fell over a box that was behind her. He laughed and held out a hand to pull her up.
"Come on" he said, "Lets get this sorted, the shopping in and I will put the kettle on." All she could manage was a meagre "thank you."

"Those boxes must have hit me on the head," Casey thought, " I must be dreaming, yet here I am, sitting in his kitchen, looking at him, looking at me,"
He was talking to her, she doesn't hear a word.
"Hey, snap out if it!" a voice said in Caseys head. she looks down at her hand, its throbbing like mad, but its not bleeding anymore,
"I'm sorry, but I've ruined your teatowel."
"Don't worry about it, anyway you didn't answer my question, 1 sugar or 2?"
"Oh, 2 please."
He brought the tea over, placed it on the unit beside her, took the wounded hand in his and she pulled it away sharply.
"Shush, it's okay, I'm just going to assess the damage and see what I can do for you."
You could kiss me she thought, he smiled amusingly,
"Oh shit, I didn't, did I,"
"You did." he smiled and pecked her on the nose, "Feel better now?" he teased.
Casey blushed harder than she ever had in her entire life.
"What's your name?"
"Casey."
"And yours?" she asked. He looked at her rather surprised,
"Elijah." he replied. "Are you taking the piss?"
"No, I just thought it would be nice to know the name of the person who is so elegantly fixing me up and doing the finest job ever about it." he blushed this time. "All I know is, your name on the ticket says Mr Wood and you would like your shopping delivered to this address." she takes a good mouthful of tea and watches him fix up her hand like an expert.
They sit for a while chatting about this and that. Casey thought she was doing a great job at pretending she didn't know he was 'the Elijah Wood', it nearly worked. when her mobile started to sound off. The happy tune!
LORD OF THE RINGS! she cursed, he laughed, "You nearly had me fooled," he said.
The boss was getting worried, she talked for a short time and then finished. Turning to look at him, she saw one of the cheekiest smiles she ever thought was possible, she felt it was no good trying to get out of this one so Casey writes her mobile number on the back of his reciept, said thank you for the tea and hand followed by call me sometime. She walks out the door, down the path towards the van when,
"Wait up!" she turns around, "come round after work, I'll fix something up for dinner."
"I'd rather go home and change first. I'll be here at 7, ok." she replied.
"Great I'll see you then."
She couldn't stop grinning, in the car, in the shower, drying her hair, etc.

Thormsorms were gone and the evening sun was still warm, so she put the top down on the rover and drove. Enigma was blaring, the cars and lorries were being past at a heavy speed, getting the usual flashing lights and horns as she went by. She arrived at his house, he came out, looked around the car and said "nice, you gonna take me forpin?pin?"
"Yeah, if you want to."
He locked his door, jumped in the car and lit a cigerette, "Lets go," he beamed, she put the music on loud again, "What the hell is this?" he said.
"Enigma," Casey replied, "none of your Smashing Pumpkins here."
He laughed and they drove off, straight to the coast, they had fish and chips and then they drove back.
"I'd love to see Old Bill," he smiled. she had told him about the Peterbuilt she owned and loved in some detail, so together they drove to the barn in the grounds where she lived,
It was dark, the light was flicked on and there stood Old Bill, proud and ready for action.
Without a word he looked around, Casey climbed in the cab, started the engine and put all the lights on, it lit up like a christmas tree, he climbed in the cab.
"So what do you reckon?" she asked.
"This must have cost you a pretty packet." Casey explained that she was one of the lucky people who had won the lottery, some 7 mill, so she brought this place and had Old Bill shipped over from California.
"So how come you still work as a delivery driver?"
"I've done that job for quite a while now and I don't want to pack it in otherwise I wouldn't know what to do with myself, besides how else would I have met you."
He grinned. They chatted for ages in Old Bill,
Casey looked at Elijah and said
"Well look I'm getting really tired now and I think I need to sleep."
"Alone?" he said with a twinkle in his eye.
"Alone," she replied, "but you can stay in the spare room if you want, or I can drive you home."
"I could stay and we could have some fun," he said cheekily.
"I think I'd better drive you home." he looked somewhat suprised. "Sorry babe, but I don't do, not on first dates."
"Okay, I'll stay in the spare room and be a good boy, or at least I'll try to be."
They left Old Bill, and they walked across the yard to the big house, as he entered his jaw fell to the ground.
"I'm back in the shire again." He said.
So a tour of the house was called for, most of it was like the shire with the round wooden doors and wooden floors etc, and then she opened her bedroom door.
"Wow!" he exclaimed.
she had it decorated in the style of a Rivendale bedroom, with a huge carved wooden bed, surrounded by wooden furniture all decorated in the swirls and delicate animals carved into each piece, the walls were decorated to look like they were in the middle of Lothlorien, with a painted waterfall in one corner stretching from ceiling to floor and it carried on across the floor to look like you were walking in the river.
The lights were dim and it looked like they were twinkling behind the trees. she stood and watched as he drank in every inch of the room.
"Close your mouth dear, your catching flies." Casey teased and he flashed her a cheeky smile.
"So, which side do I sleep on?"
"You can sleep on any side you want, in your own bed." and she walked out into the hall and into the next room, he followed her inside and closed the door behind him. He stood in front of her, looked into her grey eyes and placed his lips on her already moist pouting lips, gently at first as if asking for permission, then it became more demanding. she was lost in the feeling, his tongue found a way to her tongue, his arm around her waist holding her there, she stumbled backwards and was trapped against the wall, her breasts were rising and falling at an excellerated rate, she tried to move, but he held her there, gently but firmly, his kisses spread to her neck, descending.
"Please sto..." the words failed her, but he took her wrists and held them against the wall above her head.
She didn't know how much more she could take before the point of no return was reached,
"Please don't!" she managed weakly, he stopped and looked with deep blue concerned eyes.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Casey replied more clearly, "like I said before, I don't do on the first date, you'll find night clothes in the chest of drawers. Sleep well." slips from his grasp, kisses him on the lips freely and closed the door behind her.