tokiosunset:“People should do more “meet ugly” and less “meet cute”. For example.
• “I broke your nose at a mosh pit” AU
• “I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital”…
I was bored and I saw this so even though you don’t know me Dets and this is kind of creepy I wrote some Gigolas for you.
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Despite how often Legolas flew, the trans-Atlantic flights
never seemed to get any less miserable. Even worse, he hadn’t known to book his
flight until the very last minute and so was stuck in business class rather
than first class, and he was fairly certain he was going to die of whatever the
man in front of him was hacking up from his lungs.
Determined to ignore the world,
he put some music on, leaned against the window, and tried to sleep.
He woke up again when his head
smashed against the window and pulled his earbuds out to listen to the pilot inform
them all belatedly that the plane had hit a patch of turbulence and to fasten
their seatbelts. He did so reluctantly and turned to face his seatmate at last.
He was short- remarkably so,
even seated, with a shock of messy red hair, and a beard which seemed like it
must house entire colonies of birds, and he was a very unhealthy shade of
white.
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Gimli hated flying. Everything in his body rebelled against
the thought of being up in the air. If there had been any way to send his
sister on this business trip, he would have done it in a second, but no, she had to go to China. So here he was, in a flimsy tin
can, sat next to what appeared to be the prettiest, most douchey man in a suit
he had ever encountered.
Now, Gimli didn’t usually take the time to admire beauty in
much but his work- he just didn’t have time- but this man was the very
personification of gorgeous- incredibly long, black hair tied in a loose
ponytail, likely just for the flight, dark skin, very dark eyes, impeccable
charcoal suit- and he was looking at him like he was the very scum of the
earth.
“Are you ill?”
Gimli glared at him.
“No, I’m throwing up because it’s fun. What do you think,
arsewipe?”
“Well, there’s no need to be crude,” the man sniffed, “I was
only being polite.”
“Polite my arse.” Gimli sniffed,
slumping down into his seat.
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A woman across the aisle from them had vomited twenty
minutes ago and though she seemed to be feeling better now, Legolas, who had
been walking past her when it happened, was not.
This is a 30,000 pound
Desmond Merrion Supreme Bespoke. He lamented internally. It will take months to get a new one.
He shot a dubious look at his still sheet-white seatmate.
Perhaps I should just go hide in the bathroom.
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The businessman next to him sat stiffly, reeking and still
flushed as he tried to read what appeared to be a pristine copy of a very thick, very obscure book on
economics. Gimli only felt bad for him because he had to sit next to the smell
of vomit on what was sure to be a very expensive suit.
The man shifted and sniffed, his nose wrinkling
automatically, and couldn’t seem to repress a gag at the smell. Though he had
taken off the jacket and his shirt was remarkably untouched, he couldn’t do
anything about the trousers and Gimli was certain he felt even worse about it
then the man did. However, he was distracted as he caught a glimpse of the text
in the book.
Contrary to what he had believed the book to be filled with
(packed with dry language and citations), he was immediately presented with:
“He let go of her,
stepped back.
Dazed, adrift- not
knowing this script- she blinked up at him. Put her hands behind her on the
silk coverlet and braced her arms to lean back so she could. Saw his lips curve
in a smile that was all arrogant conquering male.
“Spread your legs.” His
eyes trapped hers. “Wide.”
A shiver ran down her
spine she complied.
Then watched his gaze
lover from her eyes to her lips, to her breasts, swollen-“
The businessman snapped the book shut when he realized Gimli
could see the text as the redhead lifted stunned eyes and asked, “Is that the Edge of Desire by Stephanie Laurens?”
The other man stared back. “You recognized it from a sex
scene?”
Gimli flushed. “Y’see… my mum… I mean… my sister-“
“I won’t tell if you don’t.” The other man told him solemnly.
“Deal.” Gimli agreed instantly, offering his hand. “Gimli Durin.”
The dark-skinned man’s eyes widened. “Of the Erebor
Corporation?”
“Ah… yes. Going overseas on business. You?”
The other man slowly shook his hand. “Legolas Greenwood.”
“Holy shit, the son of the biggest mogul in Europe?”
The man’s lips quirked. “With the exception of your family.”
Gimli laughed. “Got me there.”
“So what are you doing overseas?’
Gimli grinned, and settled in for a long flight.
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