Mar. 2nd, 2004

almost_russell: (Looks)
This time, as he took her hand and led her into the bedroom, lips found lips, soft, willing, wanting. His hands cupped her face as his mouth moved against hers, smiling as he tasted traces of chocolate ice cream on her tongue ...

... to be continued.


Mar. 2nd, 2004 10:25 am
almost_russell: (Intense)
The following morning, they headed down to the diner, hand in hand. Arwen carried her bag over her shoulder as they had both known, without having to discuss it, that she would be leaving after breakfast.

It also felt right to talk about what had been bothering them, but both decided the clip notes version would be best. She didn't actually mention the Ring, and he didn't actually mention the hot sex. Then they sat looking at each other as they ate.

"Do you care for Beregond?"

"Yeah, I care about him, he's my friend … was my friend."

"And he will no doubt be upset at any hurt he caused you, even though what happened was not really his fault?"

"Yeah, I suppose he will." Russell looked down, finding his shoelaces suddenly fascinating.

"Then I would say he is still very much your friend, and you must find him. He is a good man, Russell, and I know he will feel bad over the hurt he caused you. If you are still his friend, you need to help him regain what he has lost."

Russell sighed.

"I guess you're right."

"And if you feel more than friendship for him, you need to tell him that also."

Russell looked up sharply, and felt himself blush.

"More than friendship ...?"

Arwen looked at him with an inclined eyebrow.

"I'm an Elf, Russell, not an idiot."


"And you look so … ah … cute when you blush!" She grinned, having remembered the word from the last episode of Buffy they watched.

Russell neatly turned the tables on her.

"And you need to find this guy who knows what it's like to go through what you're going through."

"Yes, I suppose I do."

Arwen's heart was heavy at the thought of returning to Middle Earth, and she had reservations about going back to Minas Tirith, but knew that the one she needed to speak to was more than likely to be found there.

A little later, Russell walked to the park with Arwen, and kissed her deeply before watching her walk off through the trees. Then his thoughts turned to his wayward friend. He needed to discover where Beregond could be found, and then set a trap for him. And he knew exactly what bait he would have to use ...


Mar. 2nd, 2004 10:40 am
almost_russell: (Toy)
After spending most of the day looking for Beregond, and asking around, Russell knew where he was most likely to be found that evening.

He looked at himself in the full length mirror before he left. Yeah, lookin good, alright. Maybe a little too good. Okay, he looked like a slut! The tightest jeans he possessed, that sat low on his hips, and a skin tight white t-shirt that showed off his pale tan and contrasted with his dark hair. Aforementioned hair well tousled for the occasion. Oh, and no underwear.

He was irresistible!

On his way to his destination, he chewed on his lips. Beregond had seemed fixated on them last time they met, so may as well make them nice and pouty. He guessed he knew now what a groupie felt like!

His hand on the door, he took a moment to slip into the arrogant rock star persona, and let thoughts of Beregond writhing beneath him run riot through his head.


Beregond, the things I do for you ...!


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