FIC: "Dance" (Dance Part One) HS/OB
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broadwritingTitle: Dance
Author: Brenda
Series: Dance (Part One)
Pairing: Harry Sinclair/Orlando Bloom
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harry keeps meeting Orli.
Feedback: Of course.
Disclaimer: Hell, I don’t know if they’ve even met.
these are works of fiction.
they are for entertainment purposes only, not profit,
and the authors make no claim through these works as to the actual lives/preferences/activities of the people mentioned herein.
Notes: Series of drabbles for Jo & Acari. Cause they love the HarLi love as much as I do. *winks* Inspired by a bunny from Lobelia *way* the fuck back when...a “When Harry Met Orli” story. This is what I finally came up with.
Additional Notes: First in the Dance series.
“Pleasantly caving in
I come undone
And I realize you’re mine”
--Queens of the Stone Age
“Dip”
The first time Harry met Orli, the kid was on his knees before him within twenty minutes.
It started as an argument about hierarchy. Dom and Orli had been going at it for hours, audible even over the pub’s noisy din. Lij had finally settled it--rank was rank; age didn’t matter.
And that’s how Harry found himself gazing down at the top of a newly-shaven head, wondering how the hell this had happened.
“You lose something?”
Orli glanced up, mischievous glint in dark brown eyes. “Just swearing fealty.”
Later on, Harry would wonder why Orli hadn’t knelt before Viggo.
* * *
“Turn”
The second time, Orli kissed him.
Barbeque at Pete’s--Harry whiled away the afternoon with Karl, Vig and Pete, eating, drinking, talking books. Caught flashes of the younger set as they clambered and played like puppies--all eager smiles, youthful exuberance.
Harry excused himself to get another beer, found Orli in the kitchen. “Having fun?” Polite inquiry.
“Brilliant time.” Orli’s grin was dazzling, wide.
“Good.” Hmm...one beer left. Harry looked into Orli’s silently pleading eyes, handed it over.
“Thanks, mate!!” Then lips were on his, tongue sliding--tangy taste, sharp bite--too brief. Another wide smile and Orli was gone.
* * *
“Twist”
The third time, Orli wound up in his lap.
Lij’d been insistent that he needed Harry’s expert opinion at the film festival. Harry had been planning on attending anyway...“Price” was newly out, and any publicity was good.
Nine people...too many for two cars, too little for three. A brief debate ensued, then Orli settled it. “I’ll just sit on someone’s lap.”
“Great!” Lij replied. “Everyone in.”
Harry was surprised when Orli crawled on his lap a few seconds later. “Too heavy for the others?” he joked, curling his hand around Orli’s waist.
“Nope,” Orli winked. “You were my first choice.”
* * *
“Sway”
The fourth time, Orli was naked inside five minutes.
Harry stepped into wardrobe, had an appointment for final fittings for his battle costume. Found only Orli, shirtless, lean chest shimmering in the light. “Um...seen Liz?”
“Nope.” Orli’s smile was bright as he slipped out of tight leggings. “Just you and me, big guy.”
“I can--um--” Blinked as muscled thighs and sleek skin were burned into his brain.
“Sure she’ll be back soon.” Orli slipped into faded, tight jeans, slowly fastening each button, eyes dark--intent. Hungry.
Oxygen was suddenly obsolete. The world stopped. And Harry couldn’t look away.
* * *
“Spin”
The fifth time, Harry finally got it.
“So...how’s my kingdom?” Harry teased, once he found Viggo.
“Under duress.” Viggo’s wink was friendly. “And it’s *my* kingdom.”
“Seen Orli?” Casual question.
“Playing pool.”
Harry watched for a minute--noted Orli’s easy grace, ready laughter--before catching his eye. “Got a minute?”
Orli’s grin was intimate. “For you, five.”
Harry waited until they were outside before speaking. “Look, um...about the other day...” Stumbled as memory flooded him.
“Hey, it’s cool.”
Harry kept his eyes on Orli’s hand--warm and gentle on his arm. “Have dinner with me tomorrow?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
Author: Brenda
Series: Dance (Part One)
Pairing: Harry Sinclair/Orlando Bloom
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harry keeps meeting Orli.
Feedback: Of course.
Disclaimer: Hell, I don’t know if they’ve even met.
these are works of fiction.
they are for entertainment purposes only, not profit,
and the authors make no claim through these works as to the actual lives/preferences/activities of the people mentioned herein.
Notes: Series of drabbles for Jo & Acari. Cause they love the HarLi love as much as I do. *winks* Inspired by a bunny from Lobelia *way* the fuck back when...a “When Harry Met Orli” story. This is what I finally came up with.
Additional Notes: First in the Dance series.
“Pleasantly caving in
I come undone
And I realize you’re mine”
--Queens of the Stone Age
“Dip”
The first time Harry met Orli, the kid was on his knees before him within twenty minutes.
It started as an argument about hierarchy. Dom and Orli had been going at it for hours, audible even over the pub’s noisy din. Lij had finally settled it--rank was rank; age didn’t matter.
And that’s how Harry found himself gazing down at the top of a newly-shaven head, wondering how the hell this had happened.
“You lose something?”
Orli glanced up, mischievous glint in dark brown eyes. “Just swearing fealty.”
Later on, Harry would wonder why Orli hadn’t knelt before Viggo.
* * *
“Turn”
The second time, Orli kissed him.
Barbeque at Pete’s--Harry whiled away the afternoon with Karl, Vig and Pete, eating, drinking, talking books. Caught flashes of the younger set as they clambered and played like puppies--all eager smiles, youthful exuberance.
Harry excused himself to get another beer, found Orli in the kitchen. “Having fun?” Polite inquiry.
“Brilliant time.” Orli’s grin was dazzling, wide.
“Good.” Hmm...one beer left. Harry looked into Orli’s silently pleading eyes, handed it over.
“Thanks, mate!!” Then lips were on his, tongue sliding--tangy taste, sharp bite--too brief. Another wide smile and Orli was gone.
* * *
“Twist”
The third time, Orli wound up in his lap.
Lij’d been insistent that he needed Harry’s expert opinion at the film festival. Harry had been planning on attending anyway...“Price” was newly out, and any publicity was good.
Nine people...too many for two cars, too little for three. A brief debate ensued, then Orli settled it. “I’ll just sit on someone’s lap.”
“Great!” Lij replied. “Everyone in.”
Harry was surprised when Orli crawled on his lap a few seconds later. “Too heavy for the others?” he joked, curling his hand around Orli’s waist.
“Nope,” Orli winked. “You were my first choice.”
* * *
“Sway”
The fourth time, Orli was naked inside five minutes.
Harry stepped into wardrobe, had an appointment for final fittings for his battle costume. Found only Orli, shirtless, lean chest shimmering in the light. “Um...seen Liz?”
“Nope.” Orli’s smile was bright as he slipped out of tight leggings. “Just you and me, big guy.”
“I can--um--” Blinked as muscled thighs and sleek skin were burned into his brain.
“Sure she’ll be back soon.” Orli slipped into faded, tight jeans, slowly fastening each button, eyes dark--intent. Hungry.
Oxygen was suddenly obsolete. The world stopped. And Harry couldn’t look away.
* * *
“Spin”
The fifth time, Harry finally got it.
“So...how’s my kingdom?” Harry teased, once he found Viggo.
“Under duress.” Viggo’s wink was friendly. “And it’s *my* kingdom.”
“Seen Orli?” Casual question.
“Playing pool.”
Harry watched for a minute--noted Orli’s easy grace, ready laughter--before catching his eye. “Got a minute?”
Orli’s grin was intimate. “For you, five.”
Harry waited until they were outside before speaking. “Look, um...about the other day...” Stumbled as memory flooded him.
“Hey, it’s cool.”
Harry kept his eyes on Orli’s hand--warm and gentle on his arm. “Have dinner with me tomorrow?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
