The Gap of Rohan, Transylvania
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Lord of the Rings Movies › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,340
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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The Gap of Rohan, Transylvania
Disclaimer: Didn't you know I created Arwen? And Columbia? And invented The Gap of Rohan joke? And I'm a pathological liar?
Written for a RHPS/LOTR fanfic comp. Random character pairs were assigned and the story had to include the words Parole, Synthetic and Lascivious.
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Columbia browsed through the summer markdowns at The Gap, looking for a new pair of short shorts. Preferably something synthetic and stain resistant, what with the kind of fun she planned on... never mind! Stupid Gap with its stupid preppy sales girls trying to flatter you into buying jeans four sizes too small. Bet they’d rather die than be seen in a pickup truck, or on the back of a motorbike! Columbia looked at the blonde sales girl behind the counter and almost squealed with laughter picturing her on the back of Eddie’s bike running from the parole officer, hair blown sideways, legs akimbo... actually she would like to see that, you never know what those prissy blondes are like in the sack!
The sales girl looked up with a sneer, unable to ignore the mousy squeaks emitted by that strange little redhead digging through the sales racks. She’d have to go straighten all those hangers and that dyke probably won’t even buy anything. The sales girl went back to reapplying her french manicure polish.
Sticking her tongue out at the blonde’s lowered head, Columbia grabbed an armload of clothes off the rack and sashayed into the changing room, ignoring the ‘Limit of six items per customer’ sign. Six, sixteen, ha! Who’s gonna stop me!
She walked smack into a tall girl checking herself out in the full-length mirror. Typical Gap vixen- creamy skin, long hair, untouchable ice queen. Columbia pushed past her without even a saucy wink and closed the door on her cubicle.
Arwen stared at the door the redhead has disappeared behind. That girl was so... short and her hair was so... red! Arwen had been unable to forget her stolen night with Gimli although he was most likely at the other end of Middle Earth, if not roasting on an orcish campfire. Everywhere she searched for his likeness and was always unsatisfied, but then she had been restricting herself to only one gender.
Columbia was stuck halfway into a strappy sequined dress when her changing room door started to open. Why did she always get the cubicle with a busted lock? “Hey, there’s someone in here! Stop – Pushing! Jesus, fine, I’ll warn ya I haven’t waxed in weeks!” Columbia stepped back and the door flew open. And there she was. Tall. Creamy skin. Long hair. Naked touching-herself elf princess. Naked touching-Columbia elf princess! In the lascivious struggle to get the dress over Columbia’s head it was ripped in two, but it was marked down to twenty dollars and would probably look better as a two-piece anyway. After half an ear-splitting squeal one half of the dress was shoved into Columbia’s mouth and the other stuffed into the doorframe to hold the door closed.
For ten minutes the store was quiet. The blonde sales girl, having finished her manicure, was trimming her split ends and wondering where all the customers were today. Was there a sale on at Banana Republic that she didn’t know about? She glanced up as the two girls who she thought had left ages ago walked out of the change room. The sales girl narrowed her eyes, trying to spot if they’d shoplifted anything, but nothing they had on looked remotely like a Gap item. The tall girl wore short shorts and an ill-fitting bustier. The short girl was wearing renaissance-fairish dress, and even though she was hitching it up around the waist it dragged on the ground and kept her tap-shoes from click-clacking on the polished wood flooring. The tall girl walked out the door with her head held high and proud, but the short one looked back over her shoulder and wolf-whistled. “Hey babe, we left a bit of a mess for ya in the change room. Have a fun afternoon!” The tall girl snapped her fingers and the short girl ran to catch up. As they walked off the sales girl heard the tall girl say, “There’s a sale on at Banana Republic. They’ve got mirrors on every wall in their change rooms...”
Written for a RHPS/LOTR fanfic comp. Random character pairs were assigned and the story had to include the words Parole, Synthetic and Lascivious.
*****
Columbia browsed through the summer markdowns at The Gap, looking for a new pair of short shorts. Preferably something synthetic and stain resistant, what with the kind of fun she planned on... never mind! Stupid Gap with its stupid preppy sales girls trying to flatter you into buying jeans four sizes too small. Bet they’d rather die than be seen in a pickup truck, or on the back of a motorbike! Columbia looked at the blonde sales girl behind the counter and almost squealed with laughter picturing her on the back of Eddie’s bike running from the parole officer, hair blown sideways, legs akimbo... actually she would like to see that, you never know what those prissy blondes are like in the sack!
The sales girl looked up with a sneer, unable to ignore the mousy squeaks emitted by that strange little redhead digging through the sales racks. She’d have to go straighten all those hangers and that dyke probably won’t even buy anything. The sales girl went back to reapplying her french manicure polish.
Sticking her tongue out at the blonde’s lowered head, Columbia grabbed an armload of clothes off the rack and sashayed into the changing room, ignoring the ‘Limit of six items per customer’ sign. Six, sixteen, ha! Who’s gonna stop me!
She walked smack into a tall girl checking herself out in the full-length mirror. Typical Gap vixen- creamy skin, long hair, untouchable ice queen. Columbia pushed past her without even a saucy wink and closed the door on her cubicle.
Arwen stared at the door the redhead has disappeared behind. That girl was so... short and her hair was so... red! Arwen had been unable to forget her stolen night with Gimli although he was most likely at the other end of Middle Earth, if not roasting on an orcish campfire. Everywhere she searched for his likeness and was always unsatisfied, but then she had been restricting herself to only one gender.
Columbia was stuck halfway into a strappy sequined dress when her changing room door started to open. Why did she always get the cubicle with a busted lock? “Hey, there’s someone in here! Stop – Pushing! Jesus, fine, I’ll warn ya I haven’t waxed in weeks!” Columbia stepped back and the door flew open. And there she was. Tall. Creamy skin. Long hair. Naked touching-herself elf princess. Naked touching-Columbia elf princess! In the lascivious struggle to get the dress over Columbia’s head it was ripped in two, but it was marked down to twenty dollars and would probably look better as a two-piece anyway. After half an ear-splitting squeal one half of the dress was shoved into Columbia’s mouth and the other stuffed into the doorframe to hold the door closed.
For ten minutes the store was quiet. The blonde sales girl, having finished her manicure, was trimming her split ends and wondering where all the customers were today. Was there a sale on at Banana Republic that she didn’t know about? She glanced up as the two girls who she thought had left ages ago walked out of the change room. The sales girl narrowed her eyes, trying to spot if they’d shoplifted anything, but nothing they had on looked remotely like a Gap item. The tall girl wore short shorts and an ill-fitting bustier. The short girl was wearing renaissance-fairish dress, and even though she was hitching it up around the waist it dragged on the ground and kept her tap-shoes from click-clacking on the polished wood flooring. The tall girl walked out the door with her head held high and proud, but the short one looked back over her shoulder and wolf-whistled. “Hey babe, we left a bit of a mess for ya in the change room. Have a fun afternoon!” The tall girl snapped her fingers and the short girl ran to catch up. As they walked off the sales girl heard the tall girl say, “There’s a sale on at Banana Republic. They’ve got mirrors on every wall in their change rooms...”