Orlibean for Jenn

thejennabides asked forsome angstfree Sean/Orli. So here it is:

"Hi, Sean. How are things?"

"Hmmmph..."

"Where are you, anyway? And why aren't you saying anything?"

"Mmph... sorry. Am under here, Orli. Had something in my mouth."

"Under where?"

"Under this bigature. Right at the back of the hall. Just follow my voice."

"Oh. This is where you are. Well, I can see your feet now. Hey, you look like a car mechanic under some weird, orcish vehicle."

"Mmph..."

"What *are* you doing there?"

"Why don't you crawl on under and I'll show you?"

"Okay. Hang on. Shit, man, a bit dusty and yucky down here, isn't it?"

"You need to take your trousers off, too."

"My trousers? No way. It's bloody filthy down here... oh."

"Mmmmph..."

"Oh... man. What..."

"That's what I'd been practising. With this prosthetic gollum penis. However, now I've got a real one to continue with..."

(Happy enough for you, Jennster-babe? *winks*)