Snip-fic LotRips
Random snips, (Weee Irish & Ordinary are old, Click more recent written for comment_fic
Title: Weeee Irish
Snip: LotRips
Pairing: Orli/Colin Farrell
Rating: R
WC: 186
“Me Irish Lucky Charm” Orli couldn’t maintain the accent without starting to laugh---especially when he envisioned Colin dressed as his own personal leprechaun. All in green with pointy elf ears, and little wee knickers. Orlando rolled over laughing hysterically, slapping the bed choking as he stampeded out “with weeeeeeeeee litttt le kn-ic-kerrrrrrrrrrrrrrs…”
Colin smirked, holding Orli’s wiggling ass in place as his lover hiccupped in-between his laughing jag, and a few gurgled words that sounded something like puddle, gold, and buckled shoes.
At the buckled shoes, Colin knew exactly what Orli was thinking and eyed the lovely target of his lover’s naked backside. “Not...” *Smack* “before…” *Smack* “you ELF BOY!!” *Smack* “That includes ears, wig, and tights!!” *Smack, Smack* “And as long you remember I’m your one and only fucking Irish charm!” *Smack, Smack*
Colin eyed the rosy cheeks enjoying the radiating heat he created, “Now hold still so I can kiss it better”
Orli’s laughter slowly died giving away to moans as Colin proceeded to show him exactly why he loved the Irish-or rather was in love with one particular Irishman.
FiN~
Title: Ordinary
Snip: LotRips
Pairing: Hobbit/? (You choose)
Rating: PG
WC: 358
Squatting on the floor I silently watch, and listen to your steady even breaths. Your mouth hangs open at an awkward angle, and does little to stop the slow momentum of drool sliding out and over of the corner of your lips. The firm line of drool almost suspended before dropping forming into a puddle that slowly soaks into the fabric of the settee. It should be funny-down right hilarious, but all I can do is stare mesmerized by your odd beauty. Your hair sticking up in various angles, of the peculiar sounds that escape your throat. You’re oblivious and snuggle deeper into the cushions.
I should be planning, plotting getting the nail polish, taking pictures, recording your sweet drooling hobbit form, yet all I can do is lean closer.
You gurgle and moan, clutching tighter to the pillow in peaceful drunken bliss. My breath catches-I ache. It’s a moment my want and needs build, but it’s only a moment. It’s in these secret moments I relax. When I’m free to want, to watch, to feel.
Dawn will come. Make-up, and feet will commence; we’ll joke and tease about who has the biggest hangover. I’ll tease you about your alcoholic river of drool, and that you’d have to pay for the cleaning. You’ll complain. Then throw in stuff about my lacking bartending skills, and trying to poison you with bad taste. I’ll call you ‘daft’ you’ll back off from lack of evidence. Evidence you drank. Then swear off any drinks I’d make in the future-hanging your head in shame you’ll drink my awful coffee. I’ll laugh, swear a little too loudly, complain, and aggravate your headache more. You’ll mutter something like, ‘devious bastard’. I’ll laugh, again act offended, stating that as your host you should be grateful I didn’t leave you on the floor. I’ll continue to tease you mercilessly, and promise that the next time you need to sleep it off, I’ll just dump you on an Orc, and you’ll never notice how I hide my crossed fingers, my devious thoughts already planning for more secret moments-because that’s a promise I’ll never keep.
FiN~
Title: Wink
Snip: LotRips
Pairing: Viggo/Orli
Rating: R
WC: 130
“No, yeah, hold it right there.” Click
“Just.. . ah that’s good, just stretch into it…Beautiful!” Click
“Viggo, please….”
Click “don’t think I’ll ever tire watching you like this, having you wink at me…” click, click, click.
“If you don’t put the damn camera down, and do something….
“Shhh…” Viggo paused and moved closer, his finger tracing around Orli’s gapping hole, ready waiting to be filled again. No this was a sight he had to preserve. Click, click. “Patience. Now hold your position.”
Frustrated Orli moaned, but eased back into his stretch. Kneeling, legs spread wide, his torso flat and head supported by pillows. Arms stretched back, his fingers adjusted his hold as he kept his ass cheeks spread wide for Viggo’s inspection. Click. “That’s a good boy.” Click, click…
FiN~
Title: Weeee Irish
Snip: LotRips
Pairing: Orli/Colin Farrell
Rating: R
WC: 186
“Me Irish Lucky Charm” Orli couldn’t maintain the accent without starting to laugh---especially when he envisioned Colin dressed as his own personal leprechaun. All in green with pointy elf ears, and little wee knickers. Orlando rolled over laughing hysterically, slapping the bed choking as he stampeded out “with weeeeeeeeee litttt le kn-ic-kerrrrrrrrrrrrrrs…”
Colin smirked, holding Orli’s wiggling ass in place as his lover hiccupped in-between his laughing jag, and a few gurgled words that sounded something like puddle, gold, and buckled shoes.
At the buckled shoes, Colin knew exactly what Orli was thinking and eyed the lovely target of his lover’s naked backside. “Not...” *Smack* “before…” *Smack* “you ELF BOY!!” *Smack* “That includes ears, wig, and tights!!” *Smack, Smack* “And as long you remember I’m your one and only fucking Irish charm!” *Smack, Smack*
Colin eyed the rosy cheeks enjoying the radiating heat he created, “Now hold still so I can kiss it better”
Orli’s laughter slowly died giving away to moans as Colin proceeded to show him exactly why he loved the Irish-or rather was in love with one particular Irishman.
FiN~
Title: Ordinary
Snip: LotRips
Pairing: Hobbit/? (You choose)
Rating: PG
WC: 358
Squatting on the floor I silently watch, and listen to your steady even breaths. Your mouth hangs open at an awkward angle, and does little to stop the slow momentum of drool sliding out and over of the corner of your lips. The firm line of drool almost suspended before dropping forming into a puddle that slowly soaks into the fabric of the settee. It should be funny-down right hilarious, but all I can do is stare mesmerized by your odd beauty. Your hair sticking up in various angles, of the peculiar sounds that escape your throat. You’re oblivious and snuggle deeper into the cushions.
I should be planning, plotting getting the nail polish, taking pictures, recording your sweet drooling hobbit form, yet all I can do is lean closer.
You gurgle and moan, clutching tighter to the pillow in peaceful drunken bliss. My breath catches-I ache. It’s a moment my want and needs build, but it’s only a moment. It’s in these secret moments I relax. When I’m free to want, to watch, to feel.
Dawn will come. Make-up, and feet will commence; we’ll joke and tease about who has the biggest hangover. I’ll tease you about your alcoholic river of drool, and that you’d have to pay for the cleaning. You’ll complain. Then throw in stuff about my lacking bartending skills, and trying to poison you with bad taste. I’ll call you ‘daft’ you’ll back off from lack of evidence. Evidence you drank. Then swear off any drinks I’d make in the future-hanging your head in shame you’ll drink my awful coffee. I’ll laugh, swear a little too loudly, complain, and aggravate your headache more. You’ll mutter something like, ‘devious bastard’. I’ll laugh, again act offended, stating that as your host you should be grateful I didn’t leave you on the floor. I’ll continue to tease you mercilessly, and promise that the next time you need to sleep it off, I’ll just dump you on an Orc, and you’ll never notice how I hide my crossed fingers, my devious thoughts already planning for more secret moments-because that’s a promise I’ll never keep.
FiN~
Title: Wink
Snip: LotRips
Pairing: Viggo/Orli
Rating: R
WC: 130
“No, yeah, hold it right there.” Click
“Just.. . ah that’s good, just stretch into it…Beautiful!” Click
“Viggo, please….”
Click “don’t think I’ll ever tire watching you like this, having you wink at me…” click, click, click.
“If you don’t put the damn camera down, and do something….
“Shhh…” Viggo paused and moved closer, his finger tracing around Orli’s gapping hole, ready waiting to be filled again. No this was a sight he had to preserve. Click, click. “Patience. Now hold your position.”
Frustrated Orli moaned, but eased back into his stretch. Kneeling, legs spread wide, his torso flat and head supported by pillows. Arms stretched back, his fingers adjusted his hold as he kept his ass cheeks spread wide for Viggo’s inspection. Click. “That’s a good boy.” Click, click…
FiN~