orlijah's fic
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layne67Title: The First Time
Pairing: EW/OB
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Total fiction.
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absolutefiction. You are an absolute darling. ( Note: I’ve added a few lines here and there after this fic has been beta’d. Any grammatical errors or odd-sounding lines remaining are totally mine )
My other Orlijah AUs from this universe.
Orlando unlocked the door to his apartment and kneed it open. Elijah followed him inside, closing the door shut behind him. The room was quite dark, save for a small lamp lit at the corner, the soft glow giving Elijah an eerie feeling, like he was in another dimension altogether. Orlando pulled Elijah towards him, holding him close to his chest, something that he had wanted to do for quite some time but had not had the nerve too. Neither said a word. The only sound heard in the room was the clock ticking on the mantelpiece.
Elijah closed his eyes. He tipped his chin up expectantly, parting his impossibly luscious lips just a little, revealing the tip of a pink tongue.
Orlando hesitated.
He had never kissed a man before. Heck, he had never even held a man before.Not like this anyway. His arms tightened around Elijah’s slim waist, pulling him closer.
Hard muscles.
Orlando’s breath hitched.
He’s so used to softness, and breasts. There were definitely no breasts now. Just two pointed nubs stabbing at his chest, just below his own hard nubs. He could feel well-defined pecs, firm flat abs and strong thighs pressing against his own, and the strange sensation of another man’s erection pushing against his, the burning heat felt even through the layers of clothing. Strange yes, but not unpleasant. No, definitely not unpleasant.
Elijah pulled away a little, opening his eyes and loosening his arms that were wound tightly around Orlando’s neck.
“Orlando?” Elijah asked softly, his voice a little unsure.
Fuck, Orlando thought anxiously. Now he’ll think that I don’t want to kiss him. That I don’t want him.
Which was so absolutely not the case. He had wanted Elijah the minute he saw him for the first time two weeks ago. Was it just two weeks ago? It felt like he had known Elijah forever. Talk about love at first sight. He had helplessly and hopelessly fallen for Elijah. Fallen for Elijah’s blue, blue eyes with their long, sweeping eyelashes that should have been illegal on a man, his pale, luminous skin, his clear, ringing laughter, his geekiness. And Orlando was not even gay!
Well, until now that is. Orlando had never been attracted to a man before. He had had girlfriends and he had enjoyed having sex with women. Had been in love with one even. Or thought that he had. Only what he felt then was nothing compared to this. This feeling of utter happiness and completeness whenever he was with Elijah, and the emptiness and sadness whenever he was not, as if a part of him had been taken by Elijah leaving him all hollow and yearning inside.
*
“Are those all, sir?” The young man at the counter had asked him cheerfully, indicating the pile of books in front of Orlando.
Orlando started. Gosh, he had been staring. Those eyes. Never had he seen eyes in such a vivid shade of blue; doe-like eyes that seemed to see right through him. Eyes that belong to a face so beautiful that it took Orlando’s breath away.
‘Uhm, y-yes, yes, that’s all.’ Oh no, now he’s stuttering like an idiot. For God’s sake what was the matter him? His hand shook a little when he signed the credit card slip that the boy gave to him. Orlando handed the slip back, their hands brushing lightly. Orlando jerked his hand away. He had read about that electricity thing that women who wrote sappy romantics seemed to love so much, romance novels that his sister Samantha had forced him to read – ‘So that you’ll know more about women,’ she had said loftily. Yup, that was unquestionably electric, 200 volts at least, he thought inanely.
Without thinking he had asked Elijah out for coffee and rather to his surprise Elijah had accepted. They had gone out together several times since then, usually just for drinks. And they had talked. And they had laughed. And Orlando couldn’t remember being as happy with anyone else as he was when he was with Elijah.
He learned that Elijah’s mother was a single parent, struggling to bring up her three children. Elijah was the middle child. He had worked at the bookstore for 6 months, helping out his mother with the much-needed money. His older brother was at college on a football scholarship. His younger sister was still at school. He also told Orlando that he was gay.
Orlando also opened up to him. He told Elijah that he had just broken up with his girlfriend. Nikki had been pressuring him for marriage and he was just not ready for that. He told Elijah that he’s straight.
Or at least that’s what he’d always thought. Until Elijah...
He had fallen in love. Really fallen in love. With a man.
And he was not going to hide that, not from himself and not from anyone else.
He had fallen in love with this beautiful, wonderful, kind person. His funny Elijah who told stories that never failed to make him laugh.
That night at the movies he had reached out tentatively in the darkness for Elijah’s hand. And felt Elijah grasp his hand back firmly. The next night during dinner at a fancy restaurant he had told Elijah that he had fallen in love with him. He had brought Elijah back to his apartment, in no doubt to whom and what he wanted. He held Elijah in his arms for the first time, was about to kiss those sweet lips that had been haunting his dreams for the past two weeks. He was about to kiss a man.
Orlando was scared as hell.
*
“Orlando?”
Orlando was brought back abruptly from his reverie by Elijah saying his name again, a little louder. He felt Elijah’s body tremble slightly as he tried to pull away from Orlando. Oddly that lessened his own shakiness, knowing that he was not the only one feeling nervous. He tightened his arms around Elijah and slowly brought his lips down to Elijah’s, just touching, lips to lips. Soft, Elijah’s lips were soft. And cool. Orlando slowly licked at them, gently nudging his tongue inside. Peppermint. Elijah tasted of peppermint.
Orlando smiled inwardly, amused. Elijah must have been sucking on those sweets to make the taste of those awful cloves that he liked so much disappear. Elijah had said that the cloves were sweet-tasting. Much nicer than the usual cigarettes. Orlando thought they stank.
He heard Elijah sighed tremulously as he began to get more aggressive, his hands now cupping Elijah’s face, his tongue mapping the inside of Elijah’s mouth, traveling to its four corners, tasting and filing inside his memory banks the taste that was Elijah.
Elijah hands crept up to the back of Orlando’s head, grasping fistfuls of silky brown curls. He began to suck on Orlando’s lips, sucking and licking. Biting. Orlando bit back. They’re practically eating at each other’s lips now, their lip-play no longer soft and gentle. They drew back from each other, gasping for breath. Their lips were swollen and bruised but neither felt any pain. What they did feel was the urgent need to see each other, to touch and to hold, skin on skin, to take and be taken.
Orlando started to work on the buttons of Elijah’s shirt, his fingers clumsy in their haste to undress Elijah, his mind intent on one thing. At first he didn’t notice Elijah pushing at him. Pushing, not pulling.
“Orlando, wait,” Elijah was breathless, his face flushed, his eyes black almost to the rims. “Wait,” he said again, and this time Orlando heard him. “I…I’ve never done this before,” he stammered.
“You haven’t?” Orlando couldn’t quite believe his ears. “I thought you said that you’ve been with guys before. I’m the one who’s supposed to be the gay virgin here.”
Elijah bit his lower lip. “I’ve been with men before but never, uhm, I’ve never had, err, I mean, I’ve never been…”
“You mean you’ve never been penetrated before,” Orlando finished for him bluntly.
Elijah winced. “Yeah, you’re my first. I mean, you… you do want to… don’t you?” Elijah was suddenly unsure. He had thought that Orlando wanted to take him, be the dominant partner. He mentally kicked himself. Orlando had never even kissed a man before and here he was assuming that Orlando wanted to have full-on sex with him when all that he wanted was probably just to touch first base. Highly unlikely, judging from the state Orlando was in but not improbable.
Orlando took a deep breath, closing his eyes. “Elijah,” he said quietly. “I love you and yes, I do want you, very much. And I’m very happy, and proud that I’m your first as you are mine,” he opened his eyes, saw the expression on Elijah’s face and he hastily added, grinning, “my first man, I mean.”
“Your first and last I hope?” Elijah was grinning too but Orlando was serious when he answered, “My first and last,”
He took Elijah’s hand and pulled him towards his bedroom. “Come. I think we’ll be more comfortable on the bed, this being your first time and all.”
“Yeah, I need you to be gentle,” Elijah was smiling, “Slow and gentle.”
*
Elijah stretched languorously, opening his eyes to unfamiliar surroundings but to a familiar face. He was lying half-draped on Orlando, his head on Orlando’s chest, both of them naked, the smell of sex strong in the room. Elijah glanced at the small clock on the bedside table. It’s almost eleven and Elijah’s ravenous. Orlando was still sleeping, snoring gently, his curly brown locks covering one eye. Both his arms were around Elijah, tightening subtly when Elijah moved, possessive even in sleep. Elijah stretched again, his body aching all over, especially down there but in a nice kind of way. He smiled to himself, remembering the night before.
*
Elijah laid face-down on his belly supported by a couple of pillows under his tummy, knees bent, thighs spread wantonly wide. Orlando had wanted him on his back, he had wanted to see Elijah’s face but Elijah said it was probably better this way. Easier for both of them. Orlando had spread Elijah’s cheeks apart and had very gently prepared him, searching for and finding Elijah’s prostate, rubbing first one lubed finger then two then three over it, stroking steadily back and forth, his fingers sure while Elijah moaned and whimpered, the sounds muffled by the mattress. Elijah had very nearly got off then, the sensation indescribable, his hard cock chafing against the pillow underneath him. Maybe Orlando could sense it; the way Elijah’s buttocks were clenching and unclenching, his hands gripping the sheets around his head, the ripple of spasm along his spine. Orlando withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his pulsing, dripping cock, the head going in quite easily. He grabbed Elijah by the shoulders and thrust forward, plunging all the way in right up to Elijah’s prostate. They both gasped at the same time, Elijah at the initial ripping pain brought about by Orlando’s penetration, pain that was almost immediately replaced by pure pleasure, the pleasure of being filled, the pleasure of that particular spot being hit by Orlando’s cock, and the pleasure of Orlando being on top of him, his own slight body crushed and covered completely by Orlando’s bigger one. They didn’t last long, that first time. A few hard strokes with Elijah thrusting up to meet him and Orlando came explosively inside him, his hand fumbling for Elijah’s cock only to find that Elijah had come too, the semen hot and sticky smearing Elijah’s body and the pillow beneath him.
They had done it again and again that night, and each time had felt better than the last. They had come inside each other’s mouths, hands, everywhere. It was nearly dawn when they fall asleep at last, sated and exhausted, wrapped tightly in each other’s arms. They had found each other, and neither was ever going to let the other go. Ever.
*
Elijah blew gently into Orlando’s ears, whispering sweet nothings. Orlando’s eyes fluttered open, smiling sleepily when he saw Elijah. He pushed himself away a little bit, looking over Elijah’s body.
“You okay?” he asked, frowning when he saw the bruises and the bite marks, running his large hand hesitantly over them.
Elijah slapped his hand away, giggling. “I’m more than okay. You have marks too. Don’t worry about me. What I am right now is hungry. I could eat a horse.” His stomach rumbled as if on cue, much to Elijah’s embarrassment.
Orlando laughed. “And down here,” he patted Elijah’s backside. “You alright here too?”
“It’s sore, yeah, what do you expect. But hey, are you sure last night were your first time with a man?” Elijah teased. “You sure knew what to do. Have you been reading on gay sex or something?”
Orlando blushed. “Err; actually I’ve done it that way a few times with this woman. She got off on all sorts of kinky things.”
“What kinky things?” Elijah asked, immediately interested.
Orlando blushed even deeper, his face almost brick-red. “Never you mind. Now are you hungry or not?”
Elijah relented, keeping that very interesting piece of information at the back of his mind. “Show me your kitchen. Let me make you breakfast. Or lunch.” Elijah wriggled his hips suggestively, palming Orlando between the legs, his own cock already half-erect. “We can shower together later.”
Orlando stood up with a chuckle, pulling Elijah with him, holding him close and kissing the top of Elijah’s head. They stood wrapped in each other’s arms, feeling their hearts thud-thud-thudding in rhythm together.
“Move in with me,” Orlando whispered. “I want to wake up every morning like this, with you in my arms.” Elijah didn’t answer, his body motionless.
“Please?” Orlando said when the silence had stretched on too long for his comfort.
“Elijah?”
Elijah swallowed. “Yes,” he whispered back. “Yes, Orlando. I’d like that. Very much.”
They stayed that way for a long, long time.
Pairing: EW/OB
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Total fiction.
Beta: The absolutely fabulous
absolutefiction. You are an absolute darling. ( Note: I’ve added a few lines here and there after this fic has been beta’d. Any grammatical errors or odd-sounding lines remaining are totally mine )My other Orlijah AUs from this universe.
Orlando unlocked the door to his apartment and kneed it open. Elijah followed him inside, closing the door shut behind him. The room was quite dark, save for a small lamp lit at the corner, the soft glow giving Elijah an eerie feeling, like he was in another dimension altogether. Orlando pulled Elijah towards him, holding him close to his chest, something that he had wanted to do for quite some time but had not had the nerve too. Neither said a word. The only sound heard in the room was the clock ticking on the mantelpiece.
Elijah closed his eyes. He tipped his chin up expectantly, parting his impossibly luscious lips just a little, revealing the tip of a pink tongue.
Orlando hesitated.
He had never kissed a man before. Heck, he had never even held a man before.Not like this anyway. His arms tightened around Elijah’s slim waist, pulling him closer.
Hard muscles.
Orlando’s breath hitched.
He’s so used to softness, and breasts. There were definitely no breasts now. Just two pointed nubs stabbing at his chest, just below his own hard nubs. He could feel well-defined pecs, firm flat abs and strong thighs pressing against his own, and the strange sensation of another man’s erection pushing against his, the burning heat felt even through the layers of clothing. Strange yes, but not unpleasant. No, definitely not unpleasant.
Elijah pulled away a little, opening his eyes and loosening his arms that were wound tightly around Orlando’s neck.
“Orlando?” Elijah asked softly, his voice a little unsure.
Fuck, Orlando thought anxiously. Now he’ll think that I don’t want to kiss him. That I don’t want him.
Which was so absolutely not the case. He had wanted Elijah the minute he saw him for the first time two weeks ago. Was it just two weeks ago? It felt like he had known Elijah forever. Talk about love at first sight. He had helplessly and hopelessly fallen for Elijah. Fallen for Elijah’s blue, blue eyes with their long, sweeping eyelashes that should have been illegal on a man, his pale, luminous skin, his clear, ringing laughter, his geekiness. And Orlando was not even gay!
Well, until now that is. Orlando had never been attracted to a man before. He had had girlfriends and he had enjoyed having sex with women. Had been in love with one even. Or thought that he had. Only what he felt then was nothing compared to this. This feeling of utter happiness and completeness whenever he was with Elijah, and the emptiness and sadness whenever he was not, as if a part of him had been taken by Elijah leaving him all hollow and yearning inside.
*
“Are those all, sir?” The young man at the counter had asked him cheerfully, indicating the pile of books in front of Orlando.
Orlando started. Gosh, he had been staring. Those eyes. Never had he seen eyes in such a vivid shade of blue; doe-like eyes that seemed to see right through him. Eyes that belong to a face so beautiful that it took Orlando’s breath away.
‘Uhm, y-yes, yes, that’s all.’ Oh no, now he’s stuttering like an idiot. For God’s sake what was the matter him? His hand shook a little when he signed the credit card slip that the boy gave to him. Orlando handed the slip back, their hands brushing lightly. Orlando jerked his hand away. He had read about that electricity thing that women who wrote sappy romantics seemed to love so much, romance novels that his sister Samantha had forced him to read – ‘So that you’ll know more about women,’ she had said loftily. Yup, that was unquestionably electric, 200 volts at least, he thought inanely.
Without thinking he had asked Elijah out for coffee and rather to his surprise Elijah had accepted. They had gone out together several times since then, usually just for drinks. And they had talked. And they had laughed. And Orlando couldn’t remember being as happy with anyone else as he was when he was with Elijah.
He learned that Elijah’s mother was a single parent, struggling to bring up her three children. Elijah was the middle child. He had worked at the bookstore for 6 months, helping out his mother with the much-needed money. His older brother was at college on a football scholarship. His younger sister was still at school. He also told Orlando that he was gay.
Orlando also opened up to him. He told Elijah that he had just broken up with his girlfriend. Nikki had been pressuring him for marriage and he was just not ready for that. He told Elijah that he’s straight.
Or at least that’s what he’d always thought. Until Elijah...
He had fallen in love. Really fallen in love. With a man.
And he was not going to hide that, not from himself and not from anyone else.
He had fallen in love with this beautiful, wonderful, kind person. His funny Elijah who told stories that never failed to make him laugh.
That night at the movies he had reached out tentatively in the darkness for Elijah’s hand. And felt Elijah grasp his hand back firmly. The next night during dinner at a fancy restaurant he had told Elijah that he had fallen in love with him. He had brought Elijah back to his apartment, in no doubt to whom and what he wanted. He held Elijah in his arms for the first time, was about to kiss those sweet lips that had been haunting his dreams for the past two weeks. He was about to kiss a man.
Orlando was scared as hell.
*
“Orlando?”
Orlando was brought back abruptly from his reverie by Elijah saying his name again, a little louder. He felt Elijah’s body tremble slightly as he tried to pull away from Orlando. Oddly that lessened his own shakiness, knowing that he was not the only one feeling nervous. He tightened his arms around Elijah and slowly brought his lips down to Elijah’s, just touching, lips to lips. Soft, Elijah’s lips were soft. And cool. Orlando slowly licked at them, gently nudging his tongue inside. Peppermint. Elijah tasted of peppermint.
Orlando smiled inwardly, amused. Elijah must have been sucking on those sweets to make the taste of those awful cloves that he liked so much disappear. Elijah had said that the cloves were sweet-tasting. Much nicer than the usual cigarettes. Orlando thought they stank.
He heard Elijah sighed tremulously as he began to get more aggressive, his hands now cupping Elijah’s face, his tongue mapping the inside of Elijah’s mouth, traveling to its four corners, tasting and filing inside his memory banks the taste that was Elijah.
Elijah hands crept up to the back of Orlando’s head, grasping fistfuls of silky brown curls. He began to suck on Orlando’s lips, sucking and licking. Biting. Orlando bit back. They’re practically eating at each other’s lips now, their lip-play no longer soft and gentle. They drew back from each other, gasping for breath. Their lips were swollen and bruised but neither felt any pain. What they did feel was the urgent need to see each other, to touch and to hold, skin on skin, to take and be taken.
Orlando started to work on the buttons of Elijah’s shirt, his fingers clumsy in their haste to undress Elijah, his mind intent on one thing. At first he didn’t notice Elijah pushing at him. Pushing, not pulling.
“Orlando, wait,” Elijah was breathless, his face flushed, his eyes black almost to the rims. “Wait,” he said again, and this time Orlando heard him. “I…I’ve never done this before,” he stammered.
“You haven’t?” Orlando couldn’t quite believe his ears. “I thought you said that you’ve been with guys before. I’m the one who’s supposed to be the gay virgin here.”
Elijah bit his lower lip. “I’ve been with men before but never, uhm, I’ve never had, err, I mean, I’ve never been…”
“You mean you’ve never been penetrated before,” Orlando finished for him bluntly.
Elijah winced. “Yeah, you’re my first. I mean, you… you do want to… don’t you?” Elijah was suddenly unsure. He had thought that Orlando wanted to take him, be the dominant partner. He mentally kicked himself. Orlando had never even kissed a man before and here he was assuming that Orlando wanted to have full-on sex with him when all that he wanted was probably just to touch first base. Highly unlikely, judging from the state Orlando was in but not improbable.
Orlando took a deep breath, closing his eyes. “Elijah,” he said quietly. “I love you and yes, I do want you, very much. And I’m very happy, and proud that I’m your first as you are mine,” he opened his eyes, saw the expression on Elijah’s face and he hastily added, grinning, “my first man, I mean.”
“Your first and last I hope?” Elijah was grinning too but Orlando was serious when he answered, “My first and last,”
He took Elijah’s hand and pulled him towards his bedroom. “Come. I think we’ll be more comfortable on the bed, this being your first time and all.”
“Yeah, I need you to be gentle,” Elijah was smiling, “Slow and gentle.”
*
Elijah stretched languorously, opening his eyes to unfamiliar surroundings but to a familiar face. He was lying half-draped on Orlando, his head on Orlando’s chest, both of them naked, the smell of sex strong in the room. Elijah glanced at the small clock on the bedside table. It’s almost eleven and Elijah’s ravenous. Orlando was still sleeping, snoring gently, his curly brown locks covering one eye. Both his arms were around Elijah, tightening subtly when Elijah moved, possessive even in sleep. Elijah stretched again, his body aching all over, especially down there but in a nice kind of way. He smiled to himself, remembering the night before.
*
Elijah laid face-down on his belly supported by a couple of pillows under his tummy, knees bent, thighs spread wantonly wide. Orlando had wanted him on his back, he had wanted to see Elijah’s face but Elijah said it was probably better this way. Easier for both of them. Orlando had spread Elijah’s cheeks apart and had very gently prepared him, searching for and finding Elijah’s prostate, rubbing first one lubed finger then two then three over it, stroking steadily back and forth, his fingers sure while Elijah moaned and whimpered, the sounds muffled by the mattress. Elijah had very nearly got off then, the sensation indescribable, his hard cock chafing against the pillow underneath him. Maybe Orlando could sense it; the way Elijah’s buttocks were clenching and unclenching, his hands gripping the sheets around his head, the ripple of spasm along his spine. Orlando withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his pulsing, dripping cock, the head going in quite easily. He grabbed Elijah by the shoulders and thrust forward, plunging all the way in right up to Elijah’s prostate. They both gasped at the same time, Elijah at the initial ripping pain brought about by Orlando’s penetration, pain that was almost immediately replaced by pure pleasure, the pleasure of being filled, the pleasure of that particular spot being hit by Orlando’s cock, and the pleasure of Orlando being on top of him, his own slight body crushed and covered completely by Orlando’s bigger one. They didn’t last long, that first time. A few hard strokes with Elijah thrusting up to meet him and Orlando came explosively inside him, his hand fumbling for Elijah’s cock only to find that Elijah had come too, the semen hot and sticky smearing Elijah’s body and the pillow beneath him.
They had done it again and again that night, and each time had felt better than the last. They had come inside each other’s mouths, hands, everywhere. It was nearly dawn when they fall asleep at last, sated and exhausted, wrapped tightly in each other’s arms. They had found each other, and neither was ever going to let the other go. Ever.
*
Elijah blew gently into Orlando’s ears, whispering sweet nothings. Orlando’s eyes fluttered open, smiling sleepily when he saw Elijah. He pushed himself away a little bit, looking over Elijah’s body.
“You okay?” he asked, frowning when he saw the bruises and the bite marks, running his large hand hesitantly over them.
Elijah slapped his hand away, giggling. “I’m more than okay. You have marks too. Don’t worry about me. What I am right now is hungry. I could eat a horse.” His stomach rumbled as if on cue, much to Elijah’s embarrassment.
Orlando laughed. “And down here,” he patted Elijah’s backside. “You alright here too?”
“It’s sore, yeah, what do you expect. But hey, are you sure last night were your first time with a man?” Elijah teased. “You sure knew what to do. Have you been reading on gay sex or something?”
Orlando blushed. “Err; actually I’ve done it that way a few times with this woman. She got off on all sorts of kinky things.”
“What kinky things?” Elijah asked, immediately interested.
Orlando blushed even deeper, his face almost brick-red. “Never you mind. Now are you hungry or not?”
Elijah relented, keeping that very interesting piece of information at the back of his mind. “Show me your kitchen. Let me make you breakfast. Or lunch.” Elijah wriggled his hips suggestively, palming Orlando between the legs, his own cock already half-erect. “We can shower together later.”
Orlando stood up with a chuckle, pulling Elijah with him, holding him close and kissing the top of Elijah’s head. They stood wrapped in each other’s arms, feeling their hearts thud-thud-thudding in rhythm together.
“Move in with me,” Orlando whispered. “I want to wake up every morning like this, with you in my arms.” Elijah didn’t answer, his body motionless.
“Please?” Orlando said when the silence had stretched on too long for his comfort.
“Elijah?”
Elijah swallowed. “Yes,” he whispered back. “Yes, Orlando. I’d like that. Very much.”
They stayed that way for a long, long time.
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Date: 2005-07-26 09:57 am (UTC)Thank you for sharing!
:D
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Date: 2005-07-27 06:32 am (UTC)Thank you for reading! :DD
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Date: 2005-07-26 12:41 pm (UTC)*big happy sigh*
This was utterly 'adorable'. Can't find the right word, but there's something so sweet about it. I just loved it. Found it very romantic and hot at the same time. God, I love first time fics.
I thank you for this and hope you will continue writing. You are really good. :)
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Date: 2005-07-27 06:43 am (UTC)What can I say, I'm such a hopeless romantic.
I'm so glad you like it. I love first time fics too. I was a bit hesitant about writing this at first because there are a quite a number of first time fics around, all of them good and some of them written by total masters. But then I thought what the heck, if I keep thinking that I'll never write anything, first-time or otherwise!
I hope you will write something too. The last one that you wrote was good!
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Date: 2005-07-26 02:46 pm (UTC)He heard Elijah sighed tremulously as he began to get more aggressive, his hands now cupping Elijah’s face, his tongue mapping the inside of Elijah’s mouth, traveling to its four corners, tasting and filing inside his memory banks the taste that was Elijah.
i just love that.
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Date: 2005-07-27 06:49 am (UTC)*sets up antennae to catch abfic's never-ending original plots*
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Date: 2005-07-26 03:45 pm (UTC)You have done so well.
Thank you for sharing it with us all.
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Date: 2005-07-27 06:53 am (UTC)I'm so glad that I manage to convey that.
Thank you so much for reading this. Really means a lot!
*hugs*
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Date: 2005-07-27 06:56 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2005-07-26 10:43 pm (UTC)I LOVE when it's hot and sweet at the same time. And that was. Hot. And sweet.
And with me in mind?? I'll have to get into you mind more often if this is what happens, lovely, because omg, squee, that was awesome. Thank you so SO much!
*snogs a lot*
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Date: 2005-07-27 06:59 am (UTC)*snogs you back*
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Date: 2005-11-25 08:32 pm (UTC)This sentence grabbed me: They had come inside each other’s mouths, hands, everywhere. I like the urgency here, and the sense of them marking and claiming each other. It's very masculine.
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Date: 2006-10-11 05:21 am (UTC)Thanks again for reading and commenting. You made my day!
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Date: 2009-01-19 08:47 pm (UTC)*hugs you*
:D
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Date: 2009-01-20 02:07 am (UTC)Thank you so much for coming by for a second read. You made my day, you truly did!
♥
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Date: 2009-11-19 05:50 pm (UTC)Shy_Gay!Virgins thinking about breasts =)
Rawr... I´m such a sucker for first-time-kisses/first-time-sex!! *humps*
Love how they seem to have fallen immediately for each other, from that first moment of eyes-meeting-eyes and electro-touches (trust sister Samantha!) until arriving at this moment; all shy and determined!! *kneels at the orlijah-altar*
"That night at the movies he had reached out tentatively in the darkness for Elijah’s hand. And felt Elijah grasp his hand back firmly."
*THUUUUUD*
"“What kinky things?” Elijah asked, immediately interested."
*mumbles*
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Date: 2009-11-20 12:00 am (UTC)