Disclaimer: I do not know nor am I affiliated in any way with Elijah Wood, Orlando Bloom, or Billy Boyd. This story is a complete and utter fabrication of my mind.



Title: Smothering
Rating: R



Hi all! Some of you may remember this as a short story I wrote long ago. I decided to expand upon it. Feedback is always greatly appreciated. :x

Here is the first part.





The alarm clock rings, and I struggle to roll over and turn it off. But, I have to escape his arms first. Why does he do it? He knows I hate to be held when I'm trying to sleep. It is so annoying.

I manage to get out of the bed without waking him. Thank God. For if he would have awakened I would have been forced to stay in bed for another hour cuddling with him and kissing. And, most importantly, reassuring him that I am his and his alone.

You might wonder, is that such a bad thing? Well, in this case, yes it is! There are some people in this world that aren't very affectionate. I am one of those people. Then, there are others who can't help but be loving and caring. That would describe Elijah.

And, I hear what you're saying, being loving and caring is not a flaw. But, it can be, I assure you. It's gotten to the point where I feel like I can't breathe. He is always around. He's always calling when I leave. There is never a moment when I can be alone.

I love him, God knows, but there are times I wish he weren't in my life. So, I could be free and do what I want without having to check in with him all the time.

Every time he puts his arms around me, I feel like I'm smothering. His love is killing me. There has to be a way to escape it.

As these crazy thoughts run through my mind, I feel his arms loop around my waist. The word "no" resonates throughout my mind.

"Good morning, my angel," he whispers. My body stiffens in his arms. I need my space. I am beginning to panic.
"Morning, Elijah," I mumble, breaking from his grip. I don't bother to turn and look at him. I already know he'll have that hurt look in his eyes and a pout on his lips. It is always the same with us. Him reaching forward, me pulling back. How we've been together four years, I will never know.

But, I didn't feel this way in the beginning. I liked his constant attention. It's just lately I need time for myself. I need free air to breathe. And, this is something he just cannot understand. We fight constantly, yet he still acts as though I am the most perfect woman in the world. He never sees my flaws, and there are many, believe me. This is why I hesitate to end things. How will I ever find another man who worships me as Elijah does?

But, sometimes, he acts odd. It's almost as though he is obsessed with me. He will just stare and stare with this horribly possessive look in his eyes. It's eerie.

And, then there are my worries over what he would do if I left. He has told me so many times that I am all he has. That if I ever left him he would die. It frightens me, for I believe him. So, I sit there, assure him I'll never go, but on the inside I am miserable, wishing for an escape. A way just to leave and make a clean break.

It'll never happen, though. I am too much of a coward. Yet, in the past month, I've discovered a way to make life more bearable. A way to feel like I am my own person again. To feel like I have some control in my life, for I've got something that Elijah doesn't know about. I have found someone who is just like me. He doesn't bother with the fake endearments, the hugs, or the loving looks. He is empty and distant inside. This is what I want; it is what I need.

So, we've been having an affair. Do I feel guilty? Yes, I do. But, I can't stop. It's the only way I can make it through each day. I have power over something. I can do something free of Elijah's obsessive love.


I'm cool, though, I can't let Elijah find out. I do not even want to know what he would do. So far, he's not suspicious. I am completely honest with him. I tell him exactly where I'm going; I just don't say what I am doing. Elijah thinks he is just an old friend of mine, who has recently moved back to town.


"Where are you going today?" Elijah asks.
"Orlando's," I say, hiding a smile. He has no clue, and sometimes it makes me laugh. For I have power now. He can't smother me forever. One day I will escape.

Wow! This is very interesting already!

I'm feeling sorry for Elijah though......who wouldn't want to be in that kind of relationship with Elijah???? haha

Please post more soon!

*~Steph~*

Another story by Amber!
YAY!
It sounds so different and unique, I can't wait to see whaere it leads!
Awesome job babe!
:yay:
~Stacy~

Hmm... I think I've read the shortie, but I can't really remember. This sounds awfully familiar, so I guess I did!

Anyways, I like the idea!
I've actually always seen Elijah as a very affectionate guy, to the point of being annoyingly affectionate perhaps.
So I like your outook :)

And she's an interesting character too, the way she's cold and distant but yet can't leave him... I like it!

We'll see where this is heading then!

Love,
Flower

I think I've read the shortie. I can't wait to see what's going to happen.

I'm feeling sorry for Lij. But Orlando is in it too. Hmmmm... Maybe my pity for Elijah will change soon.

Louise :noangel:

Preciousss, you posted!!! :bow:
This story is extremely dear to my heart, and I guess you know why. I really wanted to see it posted, and now, it's here!!

I'm happy. :shine:

Yayness, you posted!!!

So I'm used to you having this real lightweight, witty style with this clever comedy, and now I see that this one's a bit darker...I like it. It can't be an easy thing, going from two such sweet fics to changing your tone completely, but this definitely works, there's no awkwardness or anything...and it was a great introduction too. The reader knows pretty much everything they need to know about the three main characters but there's still room for surprises, and we don't know quite where it's all gonna head just yet. Beautiful!! :)

Jaime

Thanks so much for the replies, dears! I do have to say, Jaime, you are very right. This story is completely different from anything I've ever written before...it's probably why I've held onto it and waited so long to post it. Sorta nervous, you know. ^_^ Okay, let me know what you all think.





As I drive to Orlando's apartment, my fingers nervously tap the steering wheel of my car. There is the tiniest twinge of guilt inside me, but mostly I am just filled with anticipation. This happens to me every time I am on my way to meet Orlando. Guilt overpowered by need.

And, in all honesty, it's not even that much guilt. I really feel nothing inside. Lately, it seems as though I'm just this hollow shell. A ghost of the warm, caring woman I used to be. Emotions are strangers, feelings are forgotten. I can't remember happiness, or even sadness. Just dread. Horrible dread every time I see Elijah. Or confinement and entrapment. I am stuck in Elijah's cage, and freedom is always just out of my reach. He has ceased to be my friend and lover. Now, he is only a burden on my back, and he seems to get heavier with each passing day.

That is why I decided to take up with Orlando. I've never cheated on any of my boyfriends before. But, they all let me have time for myself. They weren't as overwhelming as Elijah. I shudder just thinking of him. Visualizing what he would do if he knew what I was up to. I am scared of Elijah, I will admit it. He appears so sweet and loving on the outside, but I know there is something dark lingering in him. It comes out every time I see that obsessive look in his eye. He always needs affirmation that I am his, and his alone. He always wants to hear me say it. Chills run up and down my spine, as I try to forget the last time we had an argument. I need to disengage myself from all of this, and focus on the situation at hand. For, I've just arrived at Orlando's apartment complex.

After jumping out of my car, I hurriedly rush inside. He isn't expecting me, so I hope he is home. We never really plan our meetings, one of us just sort of shows up. After riding the elevator up to the fourth floor, I find myself standing in front of Orlando's door. My fist bangs on it twice, as I wait in impatience. Luckily, the door swings open just a few moments later.

And, there he is. I've never seen a man who oozes more sexual energy. I mean, I have always found Elijah to be attractive, but Orlando, he is a prime specimen of masculinity. I watch as his dark eyes light with surprise and then pleasure at the sight of me.
"Hey," his lightly accented voice says, filling my ears and making my heart skip a beat.
"Hi," I reply softly, eyeing the paintbrush in his hand, and the streaks of blue all over his shirt, face, and arms. Orlando is an artist. His paintings are gorgeous. But, now I am afraid I've interrupted him.

"Are you busy?" I ask, praying he won't turn me away.
"Not at all," he answers, his eyes lingering on my lips. A smile appears there, as I realize I had known all along he wouldn't make me leave. He wants it just as much as I do.
"Come in," Orlando requests. I oblige, walking into the large, airy apartment.

The minute the door is closed, my back is pushed against it. Orlando's lips are devouring my own, and his hands are roaming all over me.
"Fuck, Orlando," I manage to say, "You've got paint all over my shirt."
"I'll buy you a new one," he says, mischief and lust lighting his eyes.

And with that, my shirt is quickly pulled over my head and discarded on the floor. Now, his hands are all over my burning flesh. I look down to find streaks of blue covering my stomach, and quickly appearing on the top curve of my breasts. It's going to be tough getting all that paint off, but I'll be damned if I am going to tell him to stop now. Orlando rules my body, and this is a fact he knows all too well. I can't help but moan loudly, as he licks and bites at my neck.

Then, he is kissing me again, his tongue plunging wildly in my mouth. God, he's a good kisser. Orlando unclasps my bra as quick as a flash, and seconds later I feel his warm mouth caressing my breasts. I'm writhing against him, my fingers curled in his dark curls.

My need for Orlando is growing out of control, as he grabs me and leads our bodies to the couch. We collapse on top of it, quickly ridding each other of the rest of our clothing. Orlando's body is perfection. Tan, muscular…shit, he's a Greek God. And, as his strong arms wrap around me, I know there is nowhere else I'd rather be.







I lazily smoke a cigarette, my eyes gazing out the window. The sun is just beginning to set, the colors rich and bright in the sky. I know I need to be leaving. Elijah will be getting home soon, and I have to be there. My gaze strays to Orlando. He probably wouldn't notice if I left at this point. He has gone back to his painting, and I can't compete. His passion for me is strong, yet fleeting. Now, his passion for his art, that's a different matter all together. He never tires of that.

"I'm going to head out," I announce.
"Alright," Orlando says, not even looking up at me. With a shrug, I let myself out of his apartment. It doesn't really bother me that Orlando didn't kiss me goodbye. Actually, I like his aloofness. It's so much better than when I leave Elijah. I have to kiss him and tell him I love him at least ten times. Frustration rises inside me. I run a hand tiredly through my hair, realizing I still have the damned blue paint all over my shirt, and my body. No need to say, I have to speed home and beat Elijah.

i like what you've done with this story. It's darker. i can see Elijah as being so affectionate to a point that it becomes overwhelming, and it'll be fun to see where you take this story. Great job! ^_^

WOOOOOOOAH!!!!
That was amazing!!!

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Post more soon? Pweeese!

~Stacy~

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! You posted it! :shine:

Oh how happy this makes me. I loved the shortie version and I simply adored the longer version. I'm pretty sure you know this already but I love how dark and completely different this is from anything else you have written.

Not to mention, you make Orlando to die for in this story. So hot. :drool:

Smooches to my girl
:kissi:

Gosh, Amber this is so great.
Indeed, it is darker than your usual but it just proves you're a talented writer and not just for lighthearted comedies.

And man, I just love how the character's a cold hearted woman!
Definitely far from a Mary Sue, eh? Hehehe

Wow... I love this!!!!

You posted it!! Yay!!!

(Yes, I DO remember this... what an opening!)

Okay, let the quoting begin!

Serious imagery going on here... Very frightening to think about how she became this way. But then...

This should sound really cold and cruel to me... but it made me shudder. I imagined the fact that he seems loving and caring but it really using his "love" to control your female lead.

And you confirmed my fear... Oh, I forsee something very dark coming... and I can't wait! You are SO SO SO talented!

Uh oh, looks like someone'll be in trouble if they're late! I'm seriously loving this fic, man! :)

Jaime

True, Orlando is just Mr. Lust in this story! :bow:
I've always liked how you can make your style turn things in such great ways... I mean, this is the kind of angsty thing I've always loved!

Sorry for this crappy reply, hun, I'm all braindead and drugged and my eyes hurt. :blush:
Just...

A smoker!!!!!!!! :eeeek:

:devil:

Hmm in some ways I recognise the situation she's in as my own... My boyfriend is also overpossessive... Or well, my ex-boyfriend I think I can say... I did have the courage to tell him I find myself suffocated by his attention, and that I don't think we match as well as we thought...

But whatever I'd do, I'd never cheat on him!!

Mark my words, this won't end well...

But I love the fic ^_^
More soon?

:hug:
Janou

Wow... Uhhh... Speechless.

Stacy says it all for me.

Louise. :mobile:

WOW! That was nice! haha

Hmmm.....what happened the last time they got into an argument?????

It's weird thinking of Elijah as a cruel guy, but very cool as it's very different! Please post more soon!

*~Steph~*

Thanks soo much for the replies! I'm glad you all liked my Orlando. :tsk: I am flying in to post this. I have a test tomorrow and not much time. I'll be around tomorrow night to reply to all these lovely updates I see that many of my girls have posted. :x






About an hour later, I am drying my damp hair with a towel. I have just gotten out of the shower, and successfully managed to scrub the offending paint from my body. Studying my reflection, I feel a bit sick to my stomach. I am full of lies and deceit. How is it that I came to be this person?

And then, I hear someone on the stairs. Elijah's voice floats into the bathroom, and my entire body freezes. He is the reason I am who I am. This is all his fault. I watch in the mirror as he enters the bathroom. His giant blue eyes fall on my form, and they light up with an unreadable emotion. I feel nothing inside at the sight of him but loathing.

"Hey, baby," Elijah says, curling his arms around my waist. I continue to face the mirror, and act like drying my hair is the most important thing in the world.
"How was your day?" he questions, nuzzling my neck.
"I had a wonderful day," I answer truthfully with a wicked grin upon my face. I feel Elijah's hands moving to the tie of my robe. He quickly undoes the knot, causing the silky material to fall in a pool at my feet. His eyes rake over my naked body possessively.

"You're so beautiful," he growls, before forcefully turning me and attacking me with his mouth. I whimper quickly in surprise and pain. Elijah mistakes it for a noise of passion, and lifts my body, carrying me to the bedroom. I manage to break from the embrace and slowly start to back away from him.

"I'm really tired, Lij," I mutter hesitantly, eyeing his expression. I steel myself for his response. Elijah hates to be turned away. Sure enough, his blue eyes shoot me a dark and angry look.
"Go finish drying your hair," he orders coldly, "I'll be waiting for you."
I can't bare a fight, so I just turn around and walk away, obeying his command.
"What's on your hip?"

I halt in mid-stride, peering over my shoulder. That is when I see it. There is a bit of bright blue paint still resting on my left hip. I swallow, as fear begins to creep slowly and steadily into my heart.
"What is that?" Elijah asks again, approaching me and seizing my shoulders. I think up a lie, and I think it up quick.

"Oh, it's just some paint," I say nonchalantly.
"How'd you get paint right there?" Elijah asks, his eyebrow arched up.
"It's a funny story, actually," I prattle on nervously, "When I went to Orlando's earlier, he was painting. And, he had this can of blue paint sitting out. You know me, clumsy idiot, I ran into it, and it spilled all over my side. I thought I had washed it all off, but I guess I missed a spot."

I scan his face, as I hold my breath, praying he'll believe me. All of a sudden, I feel him gripping my wrist. He leads me into the bathroom. My heart is beginning to race, as I wonder what Elijah is doing. He quickly gets a towel, wets it, and begins to gently wash the paint from my body.
"You really should pay more attention when you're walking around, my little unobservant one," he tells me in an amused voice.
I let out a tiny sigh of relief. He has believed me, thankfully. After all the paint is gone, Elijah's shining blue eyes gaze into my own.

"I love you," he says quietly. As I look at him, I see the person he once was. The man I used to love. It's comforting to know that he still has some of that person left inside of him. Elijah's lips cover my own, giving me the sweetest, softest kiss. Out of habit, my hands move around his neck, and I begin to kiss him back. But, inside, I feel nothing. Not a damn thing.

Ack! I cannot even begin to describe how much I love this story.

Uh oh! Not good, not good at all. :no: Quickly, think quickly. Make something up and make sure it is good. Don't want to piss off Elijah.

Awww... :cry: But I want to know why he has changed. Why would he become such a mean and evil and possessive person. I like sweet Elijah better.

Chilling. Very chilling. And sad also. My heart breaks for her and Elijah. Where has the love gone?

Oh my God, she was so almost busted...this is edge-of-your-seat stuff here Ambular!!!!

Terror... that was what I felt when he saw the blue paint. Oh jeez, I was freaked at that point! :eek:

But I have to point out something... And please remember that I have a 6 year old, so I tend to see totally unintended things in writing that remind me of children's books ;)

I hear "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" in this line... When little Cindy Lou Who (who was no more than two...) catches the Grinch stealing their Christmas tree, I believe the rhyme goes "He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!"
:lmao: Oh, I crack myself up! :lmao:

I know that wasn't your intent and it so doesn't fit the frightening imagery of your wonderful story... It ws just a momentary diversion on my sick little part.

Poor girl... this Elijah sounds scary as hell...

:lmao: That was... :lmao: That... :laugh: that was so funny. :lmao:

Anyway... *Ahem* Amazing chapter sweetie... There might be a sweet side to ficElijah after all.

Lou :meh:

I'm also curious as to why he changed from a sweet caring guy into an obsessed, crazy man.....hopefully you'll tell us soon!

*~Steph~*

Why doesn't she just break up with him and file for a restraining order?

:blink: Oh that was close!
Good thing Elijah believed her little lie.

Can't wait to see what's next!

~Stacy~

As I glance over the patient chart in my hands, I can't suppress the yawn that escapes from my lips. I know I didn't get to sleep until well past two AM the night before, and I had to be at the hospital at seven this morning. I had tossed and turned throughout the night out of frustration. I didn't want to be in that bed lying next to Elijah. Yet, the only way to escape the situation would be to tell him the truth of how I really feel. And, that is something I am too scared to do. I must continue on, pretending that everything is fine.

"Hey," one of my fellow nurses calls out, "Are you alright? You look like shit."
"Yeah," I mutter in response, "I'm fine."
I don't need people all up in my business. She should just back off. I hurriedly walk away from her, and into one of my patient's room. Plastering a fake smile across my face, I talk to the old man a bit, as I check his vitals. He seems pretty out of it, and I wonder if he even realizes I am there. I leave his room and throw his chart back in the pile.

Glancing at the clock, I notice I'm up for a break. Just as I am walking towards the coffee room, it happens. I feel someone grab me around the waist, and clamp a hand over my mouth. Before I even have time to blink, my body is shoved into the janitor's closet and the door is slammed shut behind me. Rough hands quickly twist me around, and I find myself face to face with Orlando. He's wearing this wicked grin, and laughing quietly to himself.
"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" I question angrily, "Is that your goal?"
"No," Orlando says seductively, "That's not my goal at all."

And with that, he's kissing me frantically. I try to fight him off, but to no avail. See, I really don't want to fight him off. This is all so different and exciting. The fact that we could get caught at any moment just adds to this reckless feeling that is slowly growing inside of me. I feel Orlando's hands running under my top and up to my breasts.
"A bra?" he whines in disappointment, as he quickly rids me off it.
"Uh, do you want me to go to work with no underwear on?" I shoot back.
"Yeah," he growls, his hands caressing my breasts. A little sigh escapes my lips when Orlando starts kissing my neck. That is my eternal weakness. There is nothing I enjoy more than when a man kisses my neck. Funny that Elijah has never caught on to that.

As I feel Orlando begin to bite and suck on the flesh beneath my ear, I get angry.
"Stop it!" I hiss, "You know not to leave hickeys. Elijah might see them."
"And, wouldn't that be disastrous?" Orlando asks, his dark eyes growing black with anger. I realize I shouldn't have said anything, but Orlando knows how it is. He has known from the very beginning.

Now, his passion for me is laced with anger, and there will be nothing gentle about this little excursion. He roughly removes my pants and underwear, as well as his own. Orlando holds my body against the wall as he pushes himself inside me. I throw my head back as a loud moan escapes my lips. My fingernails scratch at his back, as he moves. No man has ever been as good as Orlando. fuck, he is a sex god.

"Who are you thinking about now?" he whispers coldly in my ear. My breath is coming out in short little gasps, and I can't really concentrate on what he is saying. Viciously, Orlando grasps my chin and forces me to look at him.
"Are you thinking about Elijah?" he demands. My eyes try to focus on his face, but the pleasure that is coursing through my body is too distracting.
"No," I manage to say.
"Then, who?" Orlando rasps, gripping my hips so tightly I cry out in pain.
"You, you," I stutter.

Satisfaction crosses his features, and he lowers his lips to my neck. I feel their pressure and I know what he's doing. At this point, I can't stop him, nor do I want to. And, then, I feel myself falling over the edge, as wave after wave of sensation rolls over me. I know I'm chanting Orlando's name over and over, for I know that's what he wants. Soon, he joins me, my own name falling from his lips.

As I slowly drift back to Earth, I notice the eerie silence in the room. Orlando drops me down to the floor and calmly turns away to get dressed. I do the same in a daze. I feel weird. Orlando and I have done this before, countless times, but never has he acted so possessive. I don't like it. I have enough of that with Elijah. It makes me uneasy.

"I'll see you soon," Orlando tells me, his eyes drifting over my flushed face. I just blink at him without saying a word. He leaves the closet, and I breath a sigh of relief at his coldness. I would be in serious trouble if Orlando were starting to have real feelings for me.

Woah... slow down there Orlando. You don't want to scare her off.
But, the thought of that sex! :surrender:
Awesome!!!
~Stacy~

WOW!!!!! That was awesome! But I have that strange feeling Orlando IS starting to get feelings for her!

*~Steph~*

Wow, man, what the fuck is going on there? All ofa sudden Orli's as creepy as Lij...something is not right here! But I'm still sooooooo addicted!

Creepy, is the right word! These two are simply scaring... even if it won't be bad to get scared this way... :tsk:

Wow, what's with men and possession?! :blink:
Those two are creepy indeed!! :S

Great job, Amber! :)

Yikes! Orlando, what is up with the scary possession thing? :huh:

But yowsa....talk about some hot and steamy action! :eeek:

Scary and sexy at the same time....how is that possible?
Oh wait...it is Orlando. Anything is possible with him. :yes:

Mone'
This is an excellent story! I must know what happens when Elijah sees the hickey. Can't wait! :shine: :shine: :shine:

Erinm431 -- your avi is adorable!! It's so sweet! Love kitties !!

Amber... oh man, Orlando IS creepy here... I forsee danger. :eek:
And if he did leave a hickey. Oh Lord.

Okay, how excited was I to log on and see that BIG ER is here!!!!! eeeee! I'm so happy you joined! I started reading the comment, and I was like, who is calling me Mone'? Then, I realized......tis one and only Er. Yayyy! I'm so glad you like it. And, to celebrate you joining the board....here is more!





I calmly make my way out of the janitor's closet, and head straight to the bathroom. My hair is a wreck, and my face is still pretty red. I manage to twist my hair up in a messy ponytail, and that is when I notice the large bruise on my neck. I rush out to retrieve my purse, and then try my best to cover up the mark with some makeup. However, it is still quite visible. My brain is running a mile a minute, desperately trying to think up an excuse to tell Elijah. Well, I have the rest of the day to think, and right now I need to get back to work.

As I'm making my way to the nurses' station, I spot him. My heart nearly jumps in my throat.
"Hey, baby," Elijah says, approaching me and giving me a quick hug.
"What are you doing here?" I ask nervously.
"I came to take you out to lunch," Elijah replies. And, then I see his eyes roaming over my face.
"Are you alright?" he questions, "You look a little flushed."
"I'm just not feeling all that great," I mumble, looking anywhere but his blue eyes.
Elijah grasps my hand, "I talked to your friend, Nancy. She said you could take the early lunch break."
"Oh," I say, "That was nice of her."

I'm finding it near impossible to act normal at the moment. This time it was too close. Elijah could have spotted Orlando here at the hospital. Elijah could have caught us. Fear is wrapping its icy cold grip around my heart. It's only a matter of time before Elijah sees the bruise on my neck. As we walk to his car, hand in hand, I have to take deep gulps of air in to try and calm myself. Elijah opens the car door for me, and I climb in. But, he pauses. My body stiffens, knowing he has seen it.

"What's on your neck?" Elijah asks.

I look up at him, and see his eyes locked on me. I bite the inside of my lip, thinking desperately of something to say.
"You'll never believe it," I blurt out, "I was working with this five year old kid today, and the little shit pinched me right on the neck."
Elijah's face scrunches up, "Wow, he must have pinched you hard."
I nod quickly, trying to reassure him.
"Well, it looks like a hickey," Elijah announces, "People are going to think we were getting a little wild."

I watch him laugh at his own joke before he closes the car door and begins to walk to the driver's side. Then, I let out a little laugh of my own. He's so fucking gullible. I've gotten away with it again. Confidence is soaring through my veins, and I am on top of the world. Elijah thinks he has me, but he'll never have me completely. I at last have some control, and I am enjoying every second of it.

Damn, Elijah's so naïve!!
But good for her!! :yay:

I just don't really wanna know what will happen when he does find out... I kinda see him exploding and turning into a 5-headed monster... :unsure:

And this is the line where my heart actually stopped for a moment. Ohmygod, she was so fucking close to being busted...good thing he is a gullible prick and fell for her line about the kid pinching her...holy crap, man, you're scaring the shit out of me here!!!!!!!

That was too close for comfort. :eek:

My, my, Elijah is quite the gullible one. Hm..something tells me that eventually he is going to wise up to the little game that his beloved is playing with him. And I am quite afraid for that.

Love this bit. Excellent writing my dear!

:hug:

That's what I thought at first, yes.
You know, at first I felt a bit bad for Elijah, but now I don't. I mean, smothering men!

Deserve to be played. :diavolo:

Sorry... :angel: