Title:The Deep End
Author: Melime
Classification: Orlando
Rating: R?
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I've never been to Elijah's house or touched Orlando, more's the pity
Feedback: sure, but be nice
Archive: no, please leave this on the WOTR-related site.
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We were at Lij's pool, just hanging out, sitting in pool chairs, chatting. Really innocent. No, really! And then Elijah had to do a quick phone interview and went inside. And that's when it happened.

My skin is so light, I have to constantly reapply the sunblock. So of course I enlisted Orlando's help with putting it on my back. He had me sit on the pool deck, between his legs. His thighs. His long, slender, tan thighs. They were smooth, so little hair, and without even thinking I brushed my cheek along the inside of his inner right thigh, down near the knee. Just barely touching the skin, mostly feeling the soft hairs against my cheek, mmm nice, and then I realized what I was doing. Froze. Noticed that Orli hadn't moved either.

A second of total embarrassment, then he leaned down and started stroking the cream onto my shoulders. Thorough. Under all the edges of my bikini top, but just barely. My mind was still dizzily running from "what the hell was that, spacy?" to "that felt so good" to "*this* feels so good, what is he doing?" when his low voice was by my left ear, breath warm, saying "You can keep doing that, what you were doing, if you want."

I think it was his voice, so a lover's voice, that decided me. Again I leaned into his thigh, a little higher now, in the middle where the muscle starts its swell. Soft, soft with my cheek, then a tentative nuzzle - ah, he smelled so good, warm skin smell with a hint of sweat, chlorine, and that distinct male sex scent, faintly. I dared a kiss, and was rewarded by a hum from him, and a shifting forward to present me with ever more thigh. His long fingers stroked my neck and one hand played with my hair, pulling lightly. I began to kiss and lick in a spiral, widening slowly both higher and lower, he tasted like salt and strawberries, I don't know why. I had just started to nibble at the edge of his bathing suit when we heard the sliding door swish open and Elijah call out "Did you miss me? I hope you didn't get bored!" And the moment was over.

But Elijah called this morning and said that Orlando had suggested the three of us get a beach house together for Valentine's Day...