Elijah's living room spins merrily around Orli, like he's on some kind of crazed carousel. And somewhere in the back of his brain, along with the faint chime of internal bells and the awareness of a chair catching him at hip level as he staggers back, is the shocked thought he actually hit me.
Elijah is glaring at him when the stars stop dancing in front of his eyes and obscuring his vision, and the clenched jaw doesn’t register so much as the clenched fists held rigidly at Elijah’s sides.
“You hit me,” Orli declares indignantly, and Elijah’s chin tilts up a defiant fraction of an inch, perfect profile just daring Orli to mar it.
“Take it back,” he orders, and Orli shakes his head, rubbing his jaw.
“I can’t believe you actually hit me,” he says again, and this time he doesn’t let Elijah repeat himself, just takes two steps forward and slams Elijah into the wall, crushing their mouths together.
Elijah struggles beneath him, but his tongue is actively stroking Orli’s even as the rest of his body squirms; and this time, when the punch comes, Orli catches Elijah’s wrist and twists it behind his back until Elijah moans into his mouth.
“No,” Orli breathes, as Elijah’s eyes dilate with lust and want, but he thinks yes.
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Date: 2004-10-08 08:56 pm (UTC)Elijah is glaring at him when the stars stop dancing in front of his eyes and obscuring his vision, and the clenched jaw doesn’t register so much as the clenched fists held rigidly at Elijah’s sides.
“You hit me,” Orli declares indignantly, and Elijah’s chin tilts up a defiant fraction of an inch, perfect profile just daring Orli to mar it.
“Take it back,” he orders, and Orli shakes his head, rubbing his jaw.
“I can’t believe you actually hit me,” he says again, and this time he doesn’t let Elijah repeat himself, just takes two steps forward and slams Elijah into the wall, crushing their mouths together.
Elijah struggles beneath him, but his tongue is actively stroking Orli’s even as the rest of his body squirms; and this time, when the punch comes, Orli catches Elijah’s wrist and twists it behind his back until Elijah moans into his mouth.
“No,” Orli breathes, as Elijah’s eyes dilate with lust and want, but he thinks yes.