New thread, disregard the old one now.

More Than a Fan -- Version 3

I almost feel sorry for this story, it's been through so many changes. I think I'm gonna end up keeping this one though. It just feels right. It originally started as a fantasy of going back and forth between Elijah and Dominic. Which is just wrong. This is a lot better, and I'm sure you'll like it. This time I had my good friend, Marlo, beta it. It's lot more detailed now.

Title: More Than a Fan
Author: Ronda a.k.a. Ayngil
Rating: PG to NC-17 for language, sexual references, and violence
Feedback: If you'd like
Disclaimer: I do not own the cast and crew of Lord of the Rings, nor do I personally know them. The main character is basically myself. Supporting characters are friends from EWFN or EWAC.

Prologue:

There's what we know about our favorite celebrities. That's their public persona. But what about their private lives? The stuff they don't want anyone knowing about. Past drug problems... Past marriages... The possiblity of having children, which is of course easier to hide for the fathers... Right now I'm going to explore the possibilities of the lives of the cast of LOTR behind the scenes.

~Chapter One~

August 6, 2003
My friend Loren and I haven’t known each other very long. We met online at an Elijah Wood fan site after The Two Towers came out. Because we both preferred Dominic Monaghan to Elijah, we clicked instantly and exchanged email address. Through MSN Instant Messenger, we learned a lot about each other and began getting along like sisters. We even spent a week hanging out in Florida together.

Three weeks have passed since our holiday in Florida. I am checking my email and see that there is a new message from her. Opening it up, I start to scan it and stop.

“Oh. My. God.” I say aloud and Dusk, my cat, looks at me. I start to squeal. I can’t believe what I’m reading. Loren writes that her cousin knows someone that is getting us tickets and V.I.P. passes to the Return of the King premier in New Zealand. All she and I would have to pay for is airfare and a hotel.

“Shouldn’t be a problem,” I say to Dusk. “I should be able to pay for Loren if necessary too. Even with my shitty job’s paycheck.” Dusk just stares at me as if I’ve gone mad. “I know. I won’t take this at face value. This is a little to good to be true. But still…if it is for real…. I mean the entire cast is guaranteed to be there! Besides, Loren wouldn’t lie to me.” I reach over and scratch behind Dusk's ear absentmindedly. Turning back to the computer, I begin to type a response email to Loren.

November 25, 2003

I had convinced myself not to believe Loren’s cousin’s friend until I actually had the ticket and V.I.P pass in hand. They came in the mail today. As soon as I got home from work and saw the mail on the floor I knelt and began pilfering through it. Ripping open the envelope, I watch as the contents spill on the floor. Picking up an official letter, I start to read it.

Wait a minute…this can't actually be happening!

Okay, the tickets and a pass are one thing. I can believe that now that I see it. But…I stare at the letter in my hand in shock. I didn’t expect the V.I.P. passes to include…

“No way!” I say aloud, “ I'm invited to the official after-party.”

How can this be happening to me? I’m a just a fan who writes stories about these guys. Why should I deserve something this great?
I look to Dusk, who has come over to me and is rubbing against my back. “What did I do to deserve this Dusky?” I ask him.

“I’ve adored Elijah since I was 11, you know.” I scoot back against the wall and pick up Dusk to place him in my lap. He comes willingly and I continue talking to him. “And ever since Sean was in The Goonies, I’ve looked up to him. Empire Records with Liv Tyler was awesome! Then there’s the rest of the cast from Fellowship of the Ring and The Two Towers. Now I get the chance to meet them!” I hug Dusk to my chest. “Three weeks Dusky. Three weeks for all this to set in. Hmmm….” My mind starts to wonder off as I imagine the moment that I meet Elijah. Picking Dusk up to gaze into his eyes, I imagine that he is Elijah.

“Oh Elijah!” I say uber-dramatically. “I’ve been waiting forever to meet you. One of the my main life goals was to look into your eyes before I die.” I deepen my voice slightly to impersonate Elijah’s, “Nothing's stopping you fair lady.” I say and move Dusk as if he’s Elijah, talking to me. Setting him down on my lap I say aloud to myself,

“And that’s when I die. The whole trip will have been wasted, simply because I couldn’t be mature enough in front of Elijah.”

Hey Ronda!
I've seen this fic around quite a bit and never read it for some reason. I'm glad you've reposted it.
Awesome start!

Post more soon?

~Stacy~

~Chapter 2~

Dec. 11, 2003

We’re leaving today. Loren flew in from New York a couple of days ago to stay with me and make last minute plans. We went shopping almost immediately after she arrived to buy new clothes and get new hairstyles. We also went to the luggage store because neither Loren nor I have a suitable luggage set.

It will take us four hours to fly from Detroit to Los Angeles. Then it will be over thirty hours plus a transfer in Auckland to fly from LAX to reach Wellington. Once we get there, we’ll have two days to explore before the premiere.


Dec. 14, 2003

“Ronda. Ronda!” I hear a voice penetrate my sleep and I open my eyes. Looking at the clock I see that it is 11:00 am. Loren is standing over me says,

“C’mon Ronda! We’ve only got six hours before it’s time to go!”

“Loren,” I moan, “you’re such a girl. I only need two hours to get ready.” I roll back over and pull the covers over my head. “So,” I say through the covers, “unless Dominic Monaghan himself comes over and wants to fuck my brains out…. Let. Me. Sleep!

* * * *

I finally roll out of bed at about 1:45. First on my to do list: take a shower. As I head to the bathroom, I notice Loren running frantically around the hotel room.

Maybe she’s nervous. I think. Can’t figure out why though. She knows exactly what she’s going to wear and her make-up is already on. Shrugging it off, I go take a shower.

Twenty minutes later I emerge from the bathroom clean and excited. I’m also nervous, but the excitement is more overpowering.

What should I wear? Loren has disappeared from the room, god knows where, so I’m on my own. I pull on a pair of my new hip hugger jeans. Looking through my closet, I can’t decide what shirt to put on, and my nerves are starting to bug me. Taking my CD wallet out of my suitcase, I put in R. Kelly, crank up the volume and walk over to the door that leads to our terrace. Opening the door, I walk out onto it and start dancing to Ignition Remix.
Dancing is what I do to relieve stress. I don’t do it professionally or anything, just for myself. Hell, I’ve never even taken a class. Lighting up the cigarette I brought out with me, I take a long drag on it and slowly blow it out. Suddenly, I hear a voice come from above that says,

"Hey! Some of us are trying to sleep here!"

Leaning back on the terrace rail, I look up to see who yelled. “Come on!” I shout up at whoever it is, “it’s two in the afternoon!”

The next thing I know, a dark, handsome face is peering at me from above. “Well hello.” He says and stares at me.

I look down to see what he’s staring at and realize my cleavage is in full display. I’m not the shy type of girl, so I lean back a little further on the rail to give him a better view.


“Hey!” I say as recognition dawns on me. Suddenly, I do feel shy. I am staring into the face of Orlando Bloom. A.k.a. Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood from The Lord of the Rings. I gulp.

I wonder how he would respond to my flirtation… Speaking aloud I say, “Well if it isn’t the hot elf in the flesh.” I wink.

At that moment, a friend joined him. I’m in complete shock. Standing next to Orlando is Dom. Oh fuck, I whimper to myself. It's Dom, it's really fucking him. I quickly compose myself.

“Orlando Bloom and Dominic Monaghan!” It’s all I can do not to faint. Shit, both of the guys I wouldn't mind trying to hook up with are right above me, staring at my chest.

“Hello Love.” Dom says and smiles. “You seem to know who we are…but who are you?”

Feeling another shot of boldness, I say “A pervy hobbit fancier. A.k.a. Ronda.”


Leaving it at that, I put out my cigarette and walk back into the room.

Great chapter!!!
*Pictures Orli and Dom above me in a hotel*
:drool: :faint:

~Stacy~

Right im here da daaaaaaaaa thanks for the link ronda and well the chappies are really really gd and i wouldnt keep my cool if i was ronda like that.

~Chapter 3~

~The Big Night~

Sighing, I finish applying my mascara. Thinking back to just a few minutes ago, I laugh and say, “I don’t even know why I bother putting a shirt on at all.”

Loren looks across the room questioningly.

“Oh that’s right.” I grin at her. “You weren’t here when I was outside earlier.”

My grin becomes even larger as I chuckle and explain to her, “Dominic Monaghan and Orlando Bloom saw me in my bra.”

“WHAT?” She screams hysterically.

“Yep.” I stand up from where I am sitting on the bed and make my way over to where the shirt I picked out is. While I put it on, I continue, “How did we get in the same hotel as them?”

“We…have…the same…hotel!” Loren is sitting on the bed and shaking her head in disbelief.

“In fact….” I let my voice trail off to add to Loren’s suspense. “In fact, Orlando is in the room right above us. And my guess is that Dom, Elijah and Billy all have rooms close by.”

I grab my purse and go stand by the door. Loren is still sitting on the bed in shock.

“You cannot be serious!” She says. She stands up and grabs her own purse. Walking up next to me, she opens the door.

As we walk out the door I say,

“Total, Gospel truth. I’m surprised I reacted as smoothly as I did. My nerves were shot.”

We’re walking down the hall on the way to our rental car. Loren doesn’t let me get off so easy and says,

“Maybe it’s because you’re a ho.” She states dryly.

“Blow me!” I reply and flip her off.

“Oh yeah! C’mon over baby. Drop your knickers, right here.”

I know that Loren is just joking so I say, “Nah. I’ll wait for one of those lovely Brits upstairs.”

“Much better choice.” She says and laughs.

We’ve reached our rental car and get in, on our way to the best night in both our lives.

* * * *

Lord of the Rings, The Return of the King is an amazing film. Loren and I discuss it on our way over to the party and decide that if it doesn’t sweep at all the award shows, there is something terribly wrong with the world.

Finally, we reach the after-show party now. I keep looking around to see if the cast has shown up.

It’s during this looking around that I discover a karaoke. Loren is sitting next to me at the bar and so I tell her I’m where I’m going. She’s a tad on the tipsy only nods at me. After I sing Cher’s version of the “Shoop, Shoop Song”, I notice that the cast members have shown up. Orlando, Dom and Elijah come over and join the crowd that has formed around me. I decide to sing one more song. “Another Sad Love Song” by Toni Braxton begins playing and I sing along to it.

Once the song is over, Orlando comes to the platform and offers me his hand to help me down. “You have a beautiful voice,” he tells me.

I can feel the blush creeping up my neck. “Why thank you Mr. Bloom.” I say to him.

Elijah grins at me and jokes, “You sure you aren’t black?”

I grin back and stick out my tongue.

“A tongue ring to go with the animal print.” Dom gives me his classic, cheeky grin. “I think I’m going to like you Ronda.”

“Wait,” Billy cuts in. “Ye know her?” He looks back and forth between me, Dom and Orlando.

“Yeah,” says Orli and slings his arm around my shoulders. “Ronda, Dom and I go way back.”

All I can do is laugh.

Elijah raises an eyebrow, "what's up with the animal print joke? The top you're wearing is floral."

"Oh," I reply innocently, "he's talking about the bra I'm wearing. We met earlier when I was out on the terrace of the hotel dancing…in jeans and my bra."

Billy and Elijah just stand there with their mouths hanging open.

I can’t help it. I start laughing uncontrollably. “I-I’m sorry.” I’m gasping for breath. “It’s just the look on your faces.” They look at me as if I’m from another planet and I start laughing again.

Looking over to the bar, I see that Loren is still sitting there, watching us. “Hey Loren! Get your drunk, punk-ass over here!”

“Guys, this is my friend Loren.” Loren smiles shyly and waves.

For the next few hours, the guys have to make the rounds doing PR work. Loren and I dance, drink and gossip with some of the other fans at the party. It’s one of the best parties I’ve ever been to.

Around 2 a.m. the party has died down. The press has gone or are at the bar, exchanging stories and taking advantage of the happy hour prices.

The only cast members are the younger ones. I’m hanging out with Orlando right now. We’re sitting in a darkened, secluded corner. I’m not sure how we got here, but I’m not complaining. The only thing is…we’re running out of things to talk about.

I should just go with my first instinct and kiss him, I think.

Suddenly, my back is to the back of the bench and Orlando is leaning in to kiss me. He presses against me so that I’m pinned, and his lips meet mine in a fevered passion. I feel his tongue against my mouth as it seeks entrance. Willingly, I open for him and his tongue begins to stroke mine. I allow this to happen for a moment, before I take over.

I then feel his hands move onto my waist. Orlando sneaks his right hand up my shirt and to my bra hooks. Once they are unhooked, he begins to lay me down on the seat. He moves his mouth from mine, down to my neck and begins to suckle. I lean in and nip playfully at his ear. My own hands have wandered down on him and I can feel him getting more and more hard.

I am about to say something, but the moment I open my mouth, the fingers that had unhooked my bra are now playing with my nipple. I gasp with pleasure against his mouth and start to unbuckle his belt. He begins to squeeze and pluck teasingly and it’s all I can do not to scream. His other hand is busy with the zipper on my jeans. He begins to pull the jeans down my legs and I start to shove his out of the way so that he can fill the hot, empty space between my legs when all of a sudden an alarm goes off in my head.

I start to panic. This isn’t right! What am I doing? Unprotected sex with someone who's practically a stranger is so not like me. Horrified, I abruptly push Orlando away. He looks into my eyes and I shake my head.

I see the look of confusion in his eyes, but he doesn’t force the issue. Instead, he pulls away and starts putting himself back together. I sit up and re-hook my bra. After standing up and zipping up my jeans, I look in the direction that Orlando had headed in after he left a second ago.

A few minutes later, I am looking for Loren and my pager goes off. “Shit.” I look down to see whose calling me. “Daddy…didn’t I tell you the time difference?”

"Do you need to call him?"

I jump slightly and look up to see Elijah standing there. “Yeah. But first I need to find Loren.”

"She left.” He says matter of factly. “She saw you with Orli and expected that you'd find your own way."

“Well I just cut him off…. Shit!” I say and slap my forehead.

"What's wrong?"

"I just realized that I don't have a way to call my dad back."

“Oh. Well that’s not a problem. I have a calling card you can use. It’s back in my room though….” His voice trailed off and he looks around the room. “You ready to leave?”

“Defiantly.” I say and follow his gaze around the room. “This party is dead.”

He takes my hand and says, “Then follow me, Milady.”

~Chapter 4~

January 7th, 2004.

When I was still in New Zealand, another friend I had met on the internet, Joey. emailed me and told me that she got her own place and needed a roommate. I was more then happy to oblige, and instead of flying back to Detroit, I flew straight in to Dallas. She's really sweet, and not like Loren, and plus this makes me closer to my sort of girlfriend, Cassie. Loren? I'm not so sure about her anymore, her and I haven't talked much since the premiere, she slept the whole way home even.

Today is my 22nd birthday. When I went back to Elijah’s room with him, we exchanged email addresses and I told him my birthday was today. He said that he would email me. So right now I’m sitting in front of the computer, surfing the net and eating ice cream. Dusk is sitting on the desk next to my monitor staring at my bowl.

“Not today Dusky. I get the whole bowl for my birthday.” I grin as he meows pleadingly. “Oh…well okay.” I give in. He’s too cute not too, with his intelligent green eyes and furry grey body.

Right as I lean over to give Dusk a lick from my spoon, I get an email. Anxiously I open my account and see that not only is this email from Elijah…but from all the guys! My finger shakes as I click to open the message.

From: fellowshipof4

To: sweet_nothingness_69

Subject: 'Hobbit' Birthday

Hi Ronda!
We’re all sorry that we didn’t get in touch with you sooner. The press has been crazy. In fact, we’re still promoting. Right now we’re all in New York for the premiere.

We all wanted to wish you a happy birthday! Lol, Billy says “Hobbit Birthday to you.” How old are you? Or is that too impolite to ask, lol.

In a couple of weeks, we’re all going to be taking a break and…we thought you’d like to come and hang out with us.

I'm sure we could find some interesting things to do :devil:

Sorry Ronda, that was Dom. It’s Elijah again. Orli and Billy are beating Dom up, lol.

I'm really sorry for making that suggestive comment Ronda. -Love Dom

LOL, Billy and Orli just made Dom write that for you.

I’ve got to go. If you want to talk to us, e-mail us at this address. Dom and I will probably be emailing you in the near future. Oh, and Billy says he might as well, even though he doesn’t really know you yet. And as you know, Orli is a technophobe so he won’t be emailing you at all. But he says he may call if you give him your phone number.

Have a fun birthday! Don’t get too smashed tonight!
All our love,
The Hobbits and Orli

I smile at their thoughtfulness. I save the message and go back to surfing the net. Since Elijah said he had to go, I won’t try emailing him for a while.

Ten minutes later I get another e-mail...

It’s from Elijah. And only Elijah. My heart rate goes up as I remember the night a few weeks ago…in Elijah’s room. I open it up quickly and start reading.

From: Lijah_Monkey00

To: sweet_nothingness_69

Ronda,
I know you must think that I’m a real jerk. You have every right to think so.

I don’t think you want me to say, “I love you.” Don’t worry, I won’t. I’m so confused about my feelings right now. You do mean something to me though. I wouldn’t have let us get so far if I didn’t. But…love? It’s far too soon to be thinking like that. Please, please don’t take that last comment harshly.

No one knows what happened between us. Orlando and us are the only ones who know you didn’t go home with him. I don’t know if you’ve told anyone what happened, but I don’t mind if you do. That’s your call.

I would like to see you again, and not for sex…unless you wanted to. I think you’d be a great friend. I hope that even though our relationship started out with sex, there is still a unit of trust and that we can become close on a friendship level as well.

Hope to hear from you soon!
Yours,
EJW

I sigh and look at Dusk. “He’s such a sweetheart!” I feel tears start to slide down my cheek and I wipe them away. Dusk stands up on all fours and jumps onto my lap. I stroke him and think about what I could say back to such a thought filled letter.

Suddenly, I realize something. “Ohmigosh!” I stop petting Dusk and stare at the picture of Loren which is hanging on my wall next to the computer. “Duskers, Loren doesn’t know anything! She thinks that Orli brought me back to the hotel room late that night.” I laugh at the irony of it all and hit the ‘reply’ button on the email.

Hey Lij-Monkey,

You must have read my mind! I was beginning to think all those awful things about you. I haven’t told anyone either. Not even Loren…I don’t know why. I usually tell her everything. Don’t worry! I don’t regret anything…

I pause in my writing in remembrance to that wonderful night. Elijah was so tender and thoughtful. So…I think for a moment…gentle... Even if I had no intention of hooking up with him and did anyway. I sigh and laugh. Did I even call Daddy back? I shrug and look at Dusk.

“I guess I didn’t.” Looking back to the screen, I continue typing…

Did we even make it to your room before we started kissing? I can’t remember, but it doesn’t matter, elevators are just as good as rooms; more exciting in some respects. How can you think that I wouldn’t want to see you again? Of course I do! The sooner the better, there are so many things I want to tell you about. It would be better to discuss them in person though. You never know who may intercept any of the emails that we send back and forth.

I look down at Dusk who is still sitting in my lap and say, “Like I have to warn him about that!” Then I continue to type…

Well…It’s my birthday, as you know *wink * so I’m off to get smashed. Hope to see/hear from you again soon!

~*~Love and kisses~*~

Ronda Lou

OOH I've read a bit of the story already, don't really remember until where I read before I stopped *don't remember why but I did*

I've missed this! Poor story, 3 versions...

But I'm sure it'll only get better!!!

Jinx

gr8 chappie cant wait to see if lij and ronda get hooked up gr8 chappie and well more soon please

~Chapter Five~ (PG)

January 8, 2004

I am attempting to clean up from the party Joey and I had last night.

I am contemplating exactly why Joey and I get along so well, and have just reached the conclusion that it’s because we don’t fight over who gets whom, when the doorbell rings. I grab my head with one hand and the broom I was cleaning with slams to the ground.

Ouch. I think. My head is aching from the partying that went on last night. Reaching the front door, I straighten my self out a little and open it. It’s the Fed-EX man with a package for me.

The address was forwarded to me from my old home in Detroit and then sent overnight mail. It must be very important. I think and grab a pen off the table that is by the front door and sign for the large, white envelope. After saying “Thank you” and closing the door, I tear into it. Inside is a ticket to Los Angeles and a note from Elijah.

Ronda,
I thought about what you said. You’re right, we do need to talk in person, that’s why I bought you a ticket to LA. I’m sure the other guys would love to see you come out. Billy’s going to be heading back to Scotland in a few weeks, but while he’s here, I’m sure he’ll chaperone for us if necessary. When you look at your ticket, you’ll see that I’ve given you a few days to think about coming and get ready. Email me and let me know.
Love,
Elijah

I smile, and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. Looking at the ticket I notice the departure date. January 13th. One day after my daddy’s birthday.


January 13th, 2004


Living in Dallas is very different from Michigan, but I am enjoying it.

I feel like I belong here. I think, as I relax in Joey’s backyard. I have finished packing for LA and have made the decision that I need a tan before going.

Joey comes outside with two glasses of lemonade and sits down on the lounge chair next to mine. “You done packing already?” She asks me and reclines back in the chair.

“Yup.” I say and take a sip of the lemonade.

“Excited about seeing Dom again?” She asks.

Shit! I hate lying to the poor girl. “Yup.” I say and take another sip.

* * * * *

Later that afternoon, I laugh when I see her come into my room wearing a down Columbia jacket. I grab my Old Navy Performance Fleece and say,

“C’mon Joey! It’s only 50 degrees outside.”

“Yes…well not all of us grew up in the North Pole.” She says and grabs one of my suitcases.

“Michigan Sweetie. This weather is nothing! This is like Spring where I’m from.”

Joey sighs in defeat. We have reached the front door and go outside. We load the luggage into the trunk, get in the car and take off.

* * * * *

Four hours later, I’ve landed at LAX. I’ll never get used to flying. I think as I step off the plane and start searching the crowds for a familiar face. My stomach is reeling, the plane hit severe turbulence and I’m not a good flyer anyway. Mixed in with the nausea are the butterflies of nervousness.

Scanning the crowds, I see a familiar pair of blue eyes looking straight at me. A shy smile spreads across my face as Elijah approaches me. “Hi.” I say and color slightly.

“Hey,” he says in a breathy voice.

“You came alone?” I question and look around for the rest of the lads.

“Ronda…I’ve got a confession to make. The others, they don’t know you’re here yet.” He takes my hand and we go to the luggage carousel.

After retrieving my bags off the carousel, we walk out to the parking garage. We are still hand in hand as he leads me to his black, BMW Mini-Cooper.

He lets go of my hand to find the keys in his pocket. Pulling them out, he turns off the alarm.

I follow him to the car and wait by the passenger side door as he puts my bags into the trunk. After he does that, he comes around and opens the door for me.

“Why thank you, kind sir.” I say with a giggle.

“You’re welcome Milady.” He says.

After I climb in, he closes the door and goes around to the driver side.

When he has climbed in, he looks at me with passion in his eyes. The gap between us is quickly closed as he leans in to kiss me. His hands come up behind my head to cradle it. My own arms go around him to pull him closer. Our mouths open to and our tongues war against each other.

His left hand has come down to rest on my breast and he starts to massage it. I groan in pleasure as his other hand goes to my back, pushing me closer to him as his mouth starts to travel down to my neck.

“HONK.”

He pulls off me as if I’ve burned him. I’m panting and looking out the front windshield, which is quite foggy.

“It must have been on another level.” Comes Elijah’s voice and I jump. Without saying anything else, he starts the ignition and pulls out of the parking spot.

Twenty minutes later, we’re still driving on the freeway.

“Are we almost to your place?” I ask.

“Actually,” He says and places his hand on my knee. “We’re going to Dom’s place. I didn’t tell them you were coming, but I asked them to get together for a party.”

“Oh….” My voice trails off.

“Is that okay? ‘Cause we can skip it and go straight to my place if you want.” He slides his hand further up my leg so that it is stroking my thigh.

Oh god! This feels so good. No wonder Dusk likes it so much. I wish I could purr. Why do I have to say this now? “Uh-well…Elijah, it’s not a problem that we’re going there.” This is going to be so hard. I take a deep breath. “But…there’s something I need to tell you.”

Elijah removes his hand from my thigh and puts it back on the steering wheel. “What is it?” He asks in an interested manner.

“Well…you remember at the party? Dom and I didn’t get a chance to talk much…but, and don’t take this too hard. Please! But I felt some chemistry between Dom and myself. And I think he felt it too.”

Elijah’s face goes pale and he grips the steering wheel hard.

"Elijah?" I reach over and touch his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“What do you think Ronda?” He looks at me.

“I don’t know what to think. Can I say that I didn’t mean for it to happen. And that we didn’t do anything. Nothing, at all, I swear.” He looks back to the road when I say this.

“Is he the real reason you came out here? Ronda, I bought you that ticket in hopes that you would come out here and that we could be friends! You don’t think I felt a connection between us that night? You think I just sleep with any girl who comes around and offers it up?”

He looks at me, and his blue eyes are cold and hurt. “Well you’re wrong. Simply because our relationship started out with sex, doesn’t mean that it can’t become more. I want us to be friends…and with time, lovers. I bet you love this, going to Dom’s house and all. Are you going to try and kindle those sparks from the party? See if they become a roaring fire? Won’t you even give me a chance?”

He keeps looking back and forth between the road and me. With each look at me, I see more hurt, more confusion.

“Elijah…I want to be friends with all you guys. I don’t want to be some kind of groupie whore-I just want…well, to be perfectly honest, I don’t know what I want right now.” I sit back against the seat and let out a puff of air. I bluntly add, "and for the record, I didn't offer. It just happened."

"Oh," he cuts me off, "so you're saying what has happened between us is an accident?"

"No! Not at all. But Elijah…we were drunk. But trust me…I wanted to sleep with you of my own accord. The alcohol wasn’t affecting my judgment about that.”

He ignores me and turns up the volume on the stereo.

painful :cry:

Hey! I really like this story!

yeah.

Very good! I hope there's more soon!

Oh... there will be... and soon. I finally finished chapter 13. I was stuck at one point forever.

~Chapter Six~


"We're here." Elijah says the words without emotion.

I look past him and out the driver’s side window. Dom’s house is very nice. It’s small, and reminds me of the brownstone homes in New York City from the turn of the century. The lawn is well manicured, but I can see a few discarded Corona bottles littering it in places. Turning my head slightly, I look at Elijah’s face.

Sighing, he says, “All right….” Elijah takes a deep breath and gets out of the car. He reaches my side and opens the door.

I look up at him and see the turmoil in his eyes. “Is everything going to be okay?” I ask in a hopeful manner.

"You're not.... Just don’t do anything with Dom in front of me.” He says and walks away.

Getting out of the car, I hurry to catch up with him. He stops on the middle step and looks down at me, as I am about to mount the first one. “I mean it, Ronda. You’ve already hurt me once today. Don’t do it again.”

I hear the door open and look past Elijah. Billy steps out and says,

“We saw your car a long time ago Elijah! What’s taken you so long--” His voice cuts off and when he sees me he exclaims, “Ronda!”

“Billy!” I squeal and continue up the stairs, passing Elijah while doing so. I hug him tightly and he chuckles.

“It’s great to see ye again Lass!” He says and leads me into the house. “Hey mates! Look who Elijah brought over!”

“Now I understand the urgency in meeting up!” Dom says and laughs. He turns to Elijah who has just come in the door. “You brought me a present man! You rock!” Dom grins and pulls me into a big hug.

Dom turns his face towards mine, and I see that he means to kiss me. I turn my head, forcing him to kiss my cheek, in the process whispering, “Not in front of Elijah. We’ve just had a row.”

He pulls away from me and looks confused. I don’t tell him anything else, but instead pull out of his embrace and continue the rounds of hugging.

We sit down in the living room and start to talk. Every once in a while, one of us gets up to get another round of Coronas for every one. When it’s my turn, Dom follows me into the kitchen. I ignore him until we are in the privacy of the other room.

Fortunately enough, there is a swinging door that separates the two rooms so Dom and I are completely alone. Once the door has stopped swinging, Dom pulls me into another embrace.

“I’m curious about something.” He says hot and low into my ear. He has his hands on my hips and has pulled me very close.

Our cheeks are touching, so I can’t look into his eyes, so I say, “What would that be?”

“Was it just me…or was there something between us…down under?” He begins to nibble my earlobe.

“Uh-,” I’m trying to think straight, but it’s hard to when he’s grinding my pelvis to his. I can feel his desire for me hard against my belly. I gulp and clear my throat.

“I do believe there was,” I whisper in his ear. “And I would love to discuss that more,” he moves down and is suckling my neck. Oh gawd, I want this so bad. More than anything, but not with Elijah in the other room. He stops the grinding and pushes me back so that I’m pinned against the refrigerator. My hands are combing through his hair and his have gone to the hem of the short skirt I’m wearing.

"Just not in front of Eli, right love?" Dom growls against my neck.

I nod my head. It’s all I can manage. But it’s okay; he doesn’t let me say another word as his mouth is now on mine.

I feel his hand going to the zipper of his jeans. That’s when I realize what I’m doing and whimper,

"Dommie…I'm sorry. I can’t. Not yet." Pushing him away, I look at him with pleading eyes. "There's something... There's something you guys don't know. Something you may want to know before…before anything more happens."

He pulls away from me. I look into his face and see that he is hurting, physically and emotionally. I feel the need to explain some more…to justify my response, but I can’t find the words.

"Is this about the night of the premiere?”

I turn around and face the refrigerator. Pulling the door open to get the beers out, I ignore his question.

"Ronda...?" He beseeches me gently and I turn around.

“What?” I ask. His eyes bore into mine.

"That night...” He continues to look at me, “Did you and Elijah...” As if it’s too hard for him to say, he stops.

I look down and stare at his feet. Blinking away tears, I see his feet start to move away from me. I look up and see him heading in the direction of the bathroom.

I am so sorry Dommie...

Brushing away the tears in my eyes, I turn and get the beer. Sniffing a few times, I make sure I don’t look like I’ve almost been fucked, and walk into the living room with a smile on my face. Why me? What the hell did I do to deserve this?

Poor poor lads!

Bad Ronda :P

Evil you! Just lemme have Dommie! :lmao:

:laugh: I love this story :cry:

Makes me want to :laugh: and :cry: at the same time...

More soon?

Yikes...stuck trying to decide between Lij and Dommeh...hard...


More please! :yay:

Guh!! Poor Dom!! .. n pooR Ronda!!

n pooR Lij... come here Lij.. Missy'll make it all better!! ^_^!! LoL!


Go Miss Ronda.. u rock soX as the writer!! 'Member "More Than a Woman" ^_~!

:fairy: MissY

Hehehe. Ronnie's the boyz' h0r in this one.

Do I still have that one part you wanted to have me do a long while ago?

Damn I was reading this,
how was it then that I lost track
*grumbles at self*

Well I will try to keep up this time
*smiles*
Great chappies girl!

Sammi - Yes ;)

Everyone else.... OMG! Thank you, thank you, thank you for reading! :D

~Chapter Seven~ ( R )

January 22, 2004

I’ve been staying at Elijah’s these past few weeks. After the get together that first night, we went out for coffee and talked things over. We decided that it would be best if I were to stay with him as planned and try to work things out even more.

We’ve been doing things together, almost like dating. He took me to Disneyland one day, and we’ve been out for several quiet dinners. The problem is, we haven’t made any progress. We know that we’re physically attracted to each other, but it’s as if we’re too scared to talk about anything deeper.

Several times throughout these weeks, we’ve made love, but it gives me an empty feeling. He is so caring, and it breaks my heart to think that I’ve reached a conclusion on my feelings for him.

Why can’t I just love him? He obviously has so many feelings for me. I think one night as I’m watching the television. Without meaning to, I say my next thoughts out loud,

"It just seems wrong at this point."

"Huh?” Elijah looks at me. He is sitting next to me on the couch and I’m resting in the crook between his body and the arm that is along the back of the couch.

Thinking quickly I look at the TV and decide to comment on the movie, The Phantom Menace.

“Uhhh…Anakin and Padmé. They’re only 9 and 14, but we know that they are going to get together."

He raises an eyebrow and laughs. “You’re right! Did you notice the way Anakin looks at her in Attack of the Clones?”

“Oh goodness!” I throw my head back in laughter. “He was so hard on for her.”

Half an hour later, I’m dead bored. If you’ve seen this movie once, you’ve seen it a million times, I think.

Looking to the end of the couch, I see the pillow, just sitting there, aching to be grabbed. I give in to it’s pleading and grab it, bringing it into contact with Elijah’s face.

He sits there, stunned for a moment, before retaliating. “Oh,” he says and grabs the other pillow, “It’s on now girl.”

I scramble off the couch and get in a defensive position. But instead of throwing the pillow at me, Elijah throws it on the floor and tackles me to the ground…

Fifteen minutes later, our naked bodies are entwined on the floor. There was no intercourse, only sexual energy being expelled through the stripping of each other’s clothes.

I look down and see his erection, just waiting for me to envelope it.

“Elijah,” I say and start to shift onto him, “I’m just going to….” I am lying on top of him now, beginning to ease him into me. Suddenly, he stops me.

“No.” He says and rolls over so that he is on top of me. “Not this time. I don’t want this to be about sex. I just wanted it to be about exploration, getting to know one another without the intercourse.” He rolls off me and continues to lie there.

"Elijah?" I question and he looks at me. I don’t mean to hurt you, I think and look away.

“This isn’t right Ronda,” he says after a time.

I look back at him in surprise. I thought I was going to be the one to break it to him. “I know--.” But before I can say anything else, the front door swings open.

Gasping, I stand up quickly and pull the blanket off the couch.

"Lij man, you will not believe what that bitch is trying to do to me. You know I love my kids, but…”

When he looks up and sees that I am there, he stops. “Ronda?”

"Y-you... you have kids?" I stutter out.

Woohaa
Didn't he hear of the concept called: KNOCKING??!!!
Tssssk
Barging in like that,
and with a surprise like that...

Noo noo that is not right.
*waves finger in front of Orli's nose*

Great chappie girl,
keep it up.

Btw I won't be around for the coming two weeks...VACATION TIME!
So don't think I stopped reading!

Yesh... but you realize... that Orli didn't know that... I was there. And usually you don't knock when it's one of your best friends, and you know they're home.

Not fair! Keep posting!!!! I wanna read more! *whines*

~Chapter Nine~ (NC-17)

January 25, 2004

Today is the day I leave and go back to Joey’s in Texas, but not before meeting Orlando’s kids.

I hope Orli’s kids like me. I want to help him out if I come back later…but it will be hard if the kids don’t like me.

Dom’s voice interrupts my thoughts when he says, “Are you sure you’re up for this, Ronnie?” He puts his hand on my cheek.

The other day, I had locked my door and refused to open it for anyone but Dom. When he came, I let him in and confessed all my feelings and confusions to him.

I look up into his eyes and smile. “I’ll be fine. Once I get there, I’ll just pay attention to the kids and forget about everything-everyone-else.”

“That’s understandable.” Elijah says as he comes into my room with Mt. Dew for Dom and me.

“Thanks,” I say and smile. “So what’s the plan? Are we going to somewhere…or are they coming here…?” My voice trails off and I take a sip of my soda.

“We’re going over to Sean’s. Orli took his kids there so they could play with Allie.” Elijah says and looks around my room. “You all packed and ready to go?”

I follow his glance about my room and say, “almost packed.”

Elijah leaves the room and Dom and I are left alone.

I’m lying back on the pillows of my bed, sipping my soda when Dom looks at me and grins. “I’m not much of a help when it comes to getting you packed, am I?”

“Nah…you’re quite the welcome distraction in fact.” Sitting up, I set my soda on the nightstand and wrap my arms around Dom’s shoulders. I lean in and start to playfully kiss his neck. “If I didn’t have somewhere to be in a few hours…I’d spend it making love with you.” I whisper in his ear.

He turns his head and gives me a shocked, yet happy look. “Oh really? Well maybe things can be arranged…I mean…do you really have to go to Sean’s house? We could just head over to my place and…finish where we left off.” He gives me a suggestive grin and I sit back against the pillows again.

“I really wish I could. But I promised Orli I’d do this for him.” I pick up a pillow and throw it at him saying, “You’d better get out of here before I jump you and fuck you like it’s the last day I’m alive.”

“Well in that case,” he says and leans in towards me, “I think we should defiantly change plans. Promise or no.”

I push him away and say, “Dommie! Maybe later…like…well, soon.” Laughing I push him off the bed and stand up to finish packing.

He leaves my room with a cheeky grin on his face and a spring in his step.

When we get to Sean’s house, I look around and see many signs that there are children on the premises. There is a tricycle, some dolls and other various toys scattered in the front yard.

When we reach the front door, Sean opens it before we can even knock. He grabs Elijah and pulls him into a big hug, then, releasing him, grabs Dom. I stand there awkwardly for a moment before Sean pulls me into a huge, bear hug.

Laughing, I pull away and say,

“Where is everyone? I can’t wait to meet the kids.”

We walk inside and Sean says,

"Jessica and Christine are in the other room, and the kids are out back.” He leads the way into the kitchen and I see two women, one is younger and has long, silvery blonde hair. She is tall and slender and doesn’t look at home in the kitchen at all. The other woman, who can only be Christine, has shorter, brown hair and is making what appear to be PB&J sandwiches.


Dom is holding my hand and continues to lead me to the backyard,

“I thought you’d like to see the kids first,” he says and grins.

I giggle as well when I see three small children and a toddler running around the backyard playing tag. They stop when they hear Dom’s voice and one of the older girls runs over to him and cries,

"Uncle Dom!" she runs up and hugs Dom's knees, then turns to me, "you must be Aunt Ronda."

Dom laughs and swings her up in the air. After setting her down, he says to me, “Ronda, this is Allie, Sean’s little girl. ”

I squat down and look at her sweet face. "Sweetie, you don't have to call me Aunt."

"I want to.” Allie looks at me with big blue eyes. “If you're Uncle Dom's girlfriend, that makes you my aunt! Plus, I like you."

I giggle, "You just met me. And besides, I’m not your Uncle’s girlfriend. Well…not yet," I look up to Dom and grin.

Dom chuckles and looks between Allie and myself, "you're sure you want to go home tonight?” He says. “James! What are you doing?" His attention is drawn from us when we hear a loud crash and laughing.

"Nothing Uncle Dom!" A little boy around the age of six runs over from the general direction that the crash had come from. He stands next to Allie and looks at me excitedly. "Hey,” his little voice is filled with awe and his eyes are on my chest. “You must be the one that may dad says has a nice and big pair of--."

My eyes widen in amusement as Dom quickly covers James’ mouth. Allie brings her hands up to her face and giggles and Dom looks like the world is about to end.

I’m sighing and shaking my head when I see another little girl over in the sandbox.

Allie looks in the direction that I’m staring in and says, "Emmy's shy around new people Aunt Ronda."

I smile, "that's understandable." I stand up and got to head in that direction, "is 'Emmy' short for anything?"

“Yes,” I hear her murmur as she continues to play in the sand.

“What is it short for?” I prompt her as I sit on the edge of the sandbox.

“Emily,” she whispers and looks at me.

“Emily?” I say in a happy tone. “I had a doll named Emily when I was about your age. She was a princess doll. I bet you’re a princess, just like she was.”

“My daddy calls me a princess!” She says in an excited tone. “And he bought me a special princess dolly. Her name is Lucy.”

We continue in this vein for a bit, talking about Barbies, cats, dogs…everything that little girls love to talk about, when all of a sudden she asks me in a serious tone,

"Are you the one that messed around with my daddy?"

“Say that again?” I ask, more than a little taken aback.

“I’m almost eight. I’m not stupid. I heard about you and my daddy ‘messing around’ one day. I don’t know what all that means, but when my brother and I mess around and fight mummy says that it’s bad. Did you and my daddy do bad things? ‘Cause my mummy gives hard spankings, and she’ll put you in a corner!”

I stare at her blankly.

“What exactly did you hear about your daddy and me?” I ask her to clarify.

“Mummy said you two kissed!” She wrinkled her nose in apparent, little girl disgust.

“It’s true…your daddy and I did kiss. But we aren’t going to do it again. Your Uncle Dom and I are together now, so if anyone is kissing me, it will be him.”

She looks at me for a moment. Then she smiles and says, “Okay!”

I’m playing tag with the kids fifteen minutes later when Dom, Elijah, Sean, Christine, Orlando and Jessica come outside.

"You ready to go Ronnie?" Elijah walks up to me and smiles.

"I think my children like you Ronda." Orlando says.

"Aunt Ronda is cool, of course we like her." Allie says to Orlando.

"Aunt Ronda?" Sean raises an eyebrow at his daughter, "why would you call her that."

I raise my hands in defense, "Allie chose to call me that, I had nothing to do with it."

"It's because she's going to be Uncle Dom's girlfriend." Allie says and gins at Dom and me.

Dom and I both blush and I lick my suddenly dry lips.

"We're only talking about it," I gush, "we would like to try and take things slowly."

“Woah, woah, woah.” Dom throws up his hands and says. “What is this ‘we’?” You’re the one who wants a relationship.

“Why you little Wanker!” I say in my best "posh" British accent and give him a mock evil grin. Walking up to him, I sling my arm around his shoulders, and growl into his ear, “You know you want me.”

“Oh yeah?” He chuckles and turns his face towards mine.

“Yeah.” I say and let go of his shoulders. As soon as I do, I take off, teasing him to chase me.

We ignore the laughter that comes from both the adults and the kids. Dom is chasing me, and he is very difficult to keep away from. Darting behind a bush in an attempt to throw him off, I let out a shriek of surprise as he grabs my arm and tackles me to the ground.

We’re completely hidden behind the bush and Dom is straddling my hips and pinning my hands up behind my head.

Giggling, I wiggle my hips and look him in the eyes saying in a seductive voice, “You can admit it now.”

He looks slightly confused, so I take the advantage and flip him over to straddle him. I can feel his hardness through his Levi’s and grind teasingly against it. “I knew you wanted me. So why not admit it out loud?” I gently sway my hips side to side and smile.

“What do you want me to say? ‘Oh baby, I’m so hard! Take me now!’? So you can feel my attraction to you,” He wiggles his eyebrows knowingly. “I bet you’re wet for me. In fact,” He escapes the grasp I had on his hands and brings them to my hips, “Why don’t we find out?” Dom starts to pull me down to kiss me, at the same time he is unbuttoning my jeans.

“Dominic Monaghan!” I stop him and sit up. “What about the kids? They could come over here any second!” I look over my shoulder, but I don’t see anyone. “My wetness for you- yes I admit it! -Can wait.” I lower my voice to finish, “It will only double the pleasure for you.”

He stops and considers this for a moment. “Fine…but when? This is the second time…I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

I get off him and he sits up. “Well…” I listen for a moment, but can’t hear any sounds coming from the backyard, “Where did everyone go?” I question him.

“Oh, Orlando and Jessica had to take the kids and Sean and Christine had an appointment. As for Elijah…who knows where he is.” Dom shrugs and looks at me with lust-filled eyes. “Basically we’re all alone. C’mon Ronnie! This won’t take but…five minutes!”

I laugh and say to him, “Dommie, when we do this, I want it to be special and take much longer than five minutes.” I lean over to him and wrap my arms around him, pressing my chest against his. I do a little shimmy, just to torture him some more, and release him.

Dom stands up and reaches down to assist me. I take his hands, and he pulls me up, but then he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder!

“Dom! Dom what are you doing?” I cry and start to laugh. He smacks my butt and says,

“I’m taking you to your car miss.”

Oh my gosh! I want him so bad. Stupid Elijah, having to be the gentleman and escort me to the airport! I think as Dom carries me inside and deposits me on the couch.

I start to laugh all over again as Dom plops himself down on me and begins tickling and kissing my boobs.

"Dom...," I moan, "Dommie... c'mon... we're at Sean and Christine's..."

"Um...” Elijah walks in and, seeing us, stops dead in his tracks. “Sorry to break this up," He shifts uncomfortably, "but unless you want to reschedule your flight, we need leave now Ronda."

I sigh and put my hands on either side of Dom’s face. Pulling it up from my chest, I look in his eyes and sigh. “I’ve got to go.”

"But..." His voice trails off and he looks over to Elijah.

I caress his face and say softly, “I need to go.” He should come to Dallas! “You can come to Dallas! Joey would love to have you!”

He hangs his head, "I start filming next week.”

"Oh." I think for a moment, "how about I give you my cell number and e-mail address. That way, we can take things slow."

"Don't we have your e-mail?"

"I don't use the yahoo one anymore.” I look around and avoid his eyes. “I went back to hotmail."

"So you're on MSN?"

"Messenger? Yeah."

"Okay, give me your new address and I'll add you."

We exchange emails and I go with Elijah to the airport.

Well...Yeah...I'm definitely imagining myself in Ronnie's place... :baby1:

You would :P

Hmm... I'm almost catching up with myself... Maybe I should start chapter 14...

:lalala: Yes, I would, and I am. hehe.

And yes, you SHOULD start chapter 14. :eeeek: Peese?

Does this mean you want chapter 10? Cuz you can't handle that one, little girl.

Little girl? Oh I know you did not just...*snickers* I don't mind the little, but the GIRL is what I have a problem with. And yes I can handle it, thank you very much. Bring-it-on. :pirate: (Mind you that is not a pirate, that is Kenshin Himura, an anime character in which none of you would know about...Unless you watch Anime.)

Okay, so I got ahead of myself... chapter 11 is the one you might not be able to handle.

~Chapter Ten~ ( R )

Once arriving in Dallas, I take a cab back to Joey’s apartment. She doesn’t know I’m coming back today, so it will be a nice surprise…
And more time for me to figure out what I’m going to say to her.

“Hello! Joey! I’m home girl!” I call as soon as I open the front door. “Joey?” I am beginning to look around when all of a sudden I am attacked from behind.

“Finally!” Joey says and hugs me tight. “You didn’t call, didn’t write! I was wondering if you were even still alive! How the hell was your trip?”

I take a deep breath, "let's sit down."

She gives me an odd look. “Alright…is everything okay?” She sits down on the couch and I sit next to her.

“Gah, I don’t know how to start. There are so many things that have happened these past few weeks. Well…first off…you know Loren and I went to the premier in New Zealand and met all the guys there. And that we went to the after party…but what you don’t know is that…at the party…well, Orli and I kind of messed around.” I look at the floor, not sure how she’s going to react.

Her eyes grow as large as saucers. “You…and Orlando Bloom? You and he…how far did you go?” She asks in an excited manner and leans in to hear more.

"Clothing was starting to be removed, and we basically know everything about each other."

"'Roman' hands and 'Russian' fingers?" She asks excitedly.

"On both our accounts," I hang my head.

"You didn't go back to the hotel with him?” Joey looks at me in disbelief. “Who?” She gasps, “Was it Dom? No…Viggo! Ronda! He’s old enough to be your Father!” She lets out a giggle. “Was he…any good?” She says this in a teasing way.

I turn back to her, my eyes full of tears, "I'm so sorry Kitty. It wasn’t Viggo, or Dom. Not even Billy." I watch as Joey’s expression goes from teasing, to dark and angry.

“You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. Elijah…he’s always been mine! You were after Dom…how come…” She breaks down and starts to cry angry tears. “What happened about you going back to your boyfriend? What happened to all your dreams and fantasies about Dom? Where did Elijah come into the picture! He was mine!”

"You think I meant for it to happen?" I exclaim back through my own tears. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen! I only wanted to go for the fun of it. Now…now it’s too late to take back what’s already been done.” When I finish telling her this, I start to walk into my room.

"What? There's more. Are you just playing around. Are you playing 'let's see how many celebrities I can hump and dump'?"

“I’m not playing games Joey.” I turn and face her. “If anyone is playing around, it’s Orlando.”

"What?" She doesn’t believe me.

"When he touched me the way he did," I choke out through tears, "it felt like he meant it."

"So your confused about things right now?" Her voice becomes tender, but she is still crying.

"I'm just... My head is really messed up right now. I’m going to go take a shower. I’ll talk to you later."

She nods, allowing me to leave.

I flip through my CD wallet and pick out Madonna’s “American Life”. Putting it on Nobody Knows Me I crank up the volume and allow the warm water to wash over me.

I still say bring-it-on. :baby1:

gr8 chappies ronda sorry it has taken me sooooo long to catch up but really really gd i liked more when u can love moi

~Chapter Eleven~ (NC-17) (This would be the chapter I was warning about.)


As the water washes over me, and the song plays, I begin to remember how Orlando’s hands felt all over me. Everywhere my loufa touches, another memory of Orlando comes to mind.

Suddenly, the shower curtain is pulled violently aside. I gasp and try to cover myself with my arms. When I recognize who the intruder is, sheer terror races through my veins and I almost go faint.

"I see you're preparing yourself for me," my intruder chuckles.

“Steve?” I shriek and try to grab the shower curtain to cover up with. “What are you doing here? How did you find me?” Tears begin to form behind my eyes and I try calling, “Joey!” but with no avail.

"That little bitch can't help you now Ronda," he snarls as he draws down the zipper of his pants.

"What do you want Steve?" I whimper and try to flatten myself against the shower wall.

"Only what you owe me you little slut." He says and proceeds to pull his pants off, followed by his boxers and shirt.

"I owe you nothing!"

"You said you'd be my girlfriend. You said you loved me!" Steve steps into the shower with me and draws the curtain back.

I’m cowering as far away from him as possible and say, “Steve, we hardly know each other. I never said those things…. I-I said I’d consider being your girlfriend.”

Steve corners me and pulls me to him. “I really do love you Ronda.” He says and reaches down to get a hold of the crook of my knee. He pushes me back against the wall and covers my mouth with his other hand. “Now, I’m going to show you how much I love you.” His erection is now pressed against my lower region, almost entering me.

“Sh-h-h!” He says as I whimper against his hand. My emotions shut down as his penis is rammed violently inside of me. He lets it stay in for a moment, before drawing it back out and ramming it inside again.

My emotional being has completely shut down, but my physical one must still have been active because the next thing I am aware of, I’m vomiting on him.

Pulling back from me, he says “What the fuck? Ronda…” his voice trails and he raises a hand.

He begins to slap me, and not only on my face. His slaps cover from head to toe, and only then does he stop, look at what he’s done with a horrified expression on his face, and leave.

As soon as he leaves, I slide down to the floor of the shower and begin to cry.

I deserved that...I shouldn't have toyed with his emotions... I only deserve the pain….

My thoughts stop as Joey crawls in, "Ronda?" She asks and wraps her arms around me.

Why is she rocking me? I think, but then realize that it isn’t her that’s rocking, it’s me.

It’s at that moment that my shock goes away and I realize I am in the fetal position, covered in vomit, semen and tears.

"Who was that?" Joey whispers and helps to stand me up. She tries to walk away from me, to grab my towel, but I don’t let her go; instead pulling her to me and beginning to weep all over again.

:anger: :baby1: TAKE :knight: THAT STEVE!! AND :pirate: THAT! (Dude, Kenshin Himura would whoop Steve's ass in two seconds flat...There would be no more Steve.)

There will be no more Steve... that dude creeped me out... I originally wrote that part soon after had to change my e-mail because of him...

You mean there seriously was a guy like that? *shudders* Okay that's just freaky...Not cool at all...

Hello again!!!!!!!!!!!!! *sigh* it's good to be online again. Lovin' this story Ronnie! Can't wait for more. :yay:

I only knew him online... Don't know if he'd actually do... that...

*coughMOREcough*

~Chapter Twelve~ (PG-13)

January 27th, 2004

I’ve been sleeping a lot for the past two days, and I’ve barely left my room. Joey has left me alone, except to bring me food and comfort me if I start crying. So, when my door opened, I was surprised. Joey had already brought me my lunch, and I wasn’t crying.

“Elijah?” I say as he walks in the door. I had been watching the television and when he walked in, I turned it off. “What are you doing here?”

“Sh-h-h,” he comes over to my bed and sits on it. “Joey found my email address and emailed me about what happened.” He reaches his hand out and cups my cheek. “I’m so sorry.”

I flinch a little at his touch because the bruises are still very tender, but my soul is comforted by the look of tenderness in his eyes.

“Lij, I feel so weak. So helpless,” my cheeks are wet now, but Elijah’s hand is soft as he wipes away the tears. “What will Dom think of me now? I’m just a whore. A common, Internet slut. He’ll never be able to forgive me.” I break down and Elijah’s arms come immediately around me.

"He wouldn't do that. He likes you too much." Elijah whispers and shushes me.

“It’s just…our feelings for each other are so new and intense so he probably won’t mind now. But what about down the line? What happens when the infatuation passes and he sees me for what I really am?”


“Dom isn’t like that Ronda. I’ve known him for so long and have done so many stupid things, but he’s always forgiving.”

"Elijah," I raise a hand to his cheek, "let's talk about something else."

“Fine.” He says and sighs. “What would you like to talk about?”

"I... I don't know...your birthday is tomorrow, what are you going to do?" I say in desperate attempt to change the subject.

Just then there's a knock at my door, "Ronda?" It’s Joey.

"Hey, what's up?" I say, thankful that she interrupted us.

"You have another visitor..." She lets the door swing open and I see a tall, dark haired young man standing there.

"Alex!" I smile warmly and motion for him to come into my room.

Elijah looks at Alex and then back to me. “I’m going to go and talk to Joey. I’ll see you later.”

After Elijah and Joey leave the room Alex shuts the door.

"Alex, I--." I start to say how glad I am to see him, but he cuts me off.

"So you really did go to the New Zealand premiere. I wasn’t sure if I could believe you. But when you didn’t come to work for so long…"

“Yeah, I quit. Then I went to the premiere and to the after party. That’s where I met Elijah, Dom and the others.” I look down and start to study the bruises on my arms.

"Oh," he whispers in reply.

"That's part of the reason why..." my voice trails off and I continue to stare at my bruises.

"You broke up with me when you got home." Alex finishes for me.

"I'm sorry..." I look up at him as tears start running down my face.

"Are you with Elijah now?" He asks and I can tell he’s trying not to cry.

"No. ... Wait, we could have had this conversation over the phone...

“Because I... I’m with…someone else.” I finish lamely.

"I... I heard what happened and wanted to come see you." I can hear the tears in his voice as he says this. “Joey emailed all of the people on your list…I couldn’t not come. I had to see if you were all right.”

In shock and disbelief, I reply softly, "but Alex...you still should have called."

He slowly starts to make his way to the bed, "I came to see... if..."

I smile and say softly, "to see if it were possible for us to get back together?"

He nods as he makes it to the edge of the bed. He sits down and I look at him. “I don’t think now is a good time... But really... You came all this way to see me?"

He nods. "Of course. We were friends first. Then..."

"Alex," I breathe out.

"Yes baby?"

"Stay with me?"

He slowly leans down toward me and I gently kiss him on the lips. "Do you mean you'll take me back?"

"I'm the one who broke it off with you. But yeah, I want to get back together." You fuckin' idiot. What about Dom? I don't want to think about that right now, my chaste boyfriend will do me fine for now. Besides, he's the one that came when I asked him not to.