Come What May

Title: Come What May (3/?)

Author: Line

Feedback address: Line_Sal@tdcspace.dk

Rating: PG to NC-17

Characters: OB/OFC

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I’m just a poor student. I don’t own shit, least of all Orlando Bloom and Elijah Wood. I only own them in my very naughty dream. *grin* And what dreams they are. *sigh*

Author Notes: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ indicates passage of time or change of POV.

This chapter is rather short, but I don’t have too much time on my hands at the moment, so sorry about that! *grin*

Please remember to feed the hungry muse!!!

Archive: PerfectBloom website. AdultFanFiction.net. Anyone else, just ask. *grin*

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Later that same evening, after the band had finished their gig, they all joined Liz and her new companions at the table. The drinks where flowing freely at this time and everyone was getting pretty blasted. Even Liz who was usually the one in control was getting a nice buzz.

Suddenly a song Brie loved came on, and she jumped out of her seat, trying to pull Elijah with her.

“Come one baby, I wanna dance!” Brie whined with a slight slur.

Elijah didn’t react, as he was currently having a heated discussion about music with Mike and Tom from the band.

When Brie realized she wouldn’t get her boyfriend to join her on the floor, she grabbed the nearest person.

Liz had gotten lost in her own thoughts while trying to follow the conversation at the table, when she felt herself getting pulled from her seat by a very anxious Brie.

“Come on Liz!” Brie shouted over the music, “We’re gonna dance!”

Liz was about to decline but then figured it couldn’t hurt to let go for once and just have some fun. She followed Brie out onto the dance floor and started moving to the music.

The beat consumed her, moving into every cell of her being. The flashing lights hypnotizing her and she let herself get lost in a world of base and disco lights. She hadn’t felt so liberated in a long time.

She and Brie danced for several more songs, laughing and having a great time.

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Orlando sat at the table trying to follow the conversation, but his eyes kept drifting back to the dance floor where Brie was dancing with Liz.

To Orlando Liz seemed kind of cold. Like someone who had to stay on top of everything: Someone who couldn’t just let loose and be herself. She seemed very uptight. But then he saw her on the dance floor, where she was moving sensually to the music. Out there she seemed like a totally different person. She was a mystery. She confused him and fascinated him all at once. Orlando emptied his glass and rose to walt ont on the floor.

When he reached the girls he moved behind Liz, put his hands on her hips and started moving along with her.

Brie noticed Orlando and went back to the table to try and get Elijah to dance with her.

“Lij? Come dance with me?” she asked him before leaning in and placing a kiss on his neck.

Elijah leaned into the kiss before turning around, taking Brie’s hand,

“Alright babe, let’s boogie!” he said grinning before pulling her back out into the mass of people on the floor.

Liz was surprised when she felt someone place their hands on her hips, but she was still so lost in the music that she didn’t try to turn around. She simply leaned back into the body behind her, enjoying the warmth seeping into her.

As they moved, the hands slowly made their way under her shirt, where they started to slowly stroke the skin on her abdomen. It felt nice, so Liz let it happen, but when the hands tightened and she felt lips on her neck, kissing and nipping, she was jolted from the haze she had been in. She di eve even know who the person was for Christ’s sake!

She turned around and met the smirking face of Orlando. She was stunned for a moment before she managed to mumble,

“I…um…I need a drink!”

She turned and quickly made her way back to the table where she picked up the nearest drink, Matt’s, and gulped it down.

Orlando stared after her for a couple of seconds, bewildered at her reaction, before following her back to the table where he took a seat next to her.

Liz fished out a cigarette from her purse and lit it. She took a drag, inhaling deeply, before letting the smoke seep out from barely parted lips. That whole thing with Orlando had really unnerved her.

“You shouldn’t smoke, it’s bad for you.” She heard Orlando say next to her.

“Yeah well, you should butt out, it’s none of your business!” was Liz’ snarky reply.

“What the bloody hell is your problem?” Orlando asked throwing his hands up in frustration. He was beginning to wonder if this girl was PMS-ing or something.

“My problem,” Liz said staring him straight in the eye, “is people not minding their own damn business!”

Orlando sighed, “Fine! It’s your cancerous lungs!”

Liz smiled sickeningly sweet, “Thank you! Now don’t you have some desperate little teenage girl to seduce?”

Orlando found himself smirking again before saying,

“Would it make you ous ous if I did?” He raised an row,row, leaning in closer to Liz.

Liz snorted before taking a drag of her cigarette,

“Doubtful!”

Orlando laughed and the tension that had been surrounding them seemed to dissipate somewhat.

“I’m going to the bar, do you want anything?” he asked before standing up.

“Southern Comfort and Sprite. No ice.” Liz said courtly before getting up as well.

“Where are you going?” Orlando asked.

“Not tha’s a’s any of your business, “ saiseaised an eyebrow to remind him of what she’d said only minutes ago, “but I’m going to the little girls room.”

Orlando laughed again, surprised by her choice of words, before nodding and heading up the bar.

Liz smiled as she made her way to the restrooms, but the smile faltered as soon as the saw the line of women waiting to use the toilets.

She considered, only for a moment, to just sneak into the men’s room, but decided against it when she caught a whiff of the smell coming from it. She would just cross her legs and hope to god the line would move quickly.

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TBC