WARNINGS!
This fanfic is AU (extremely so), so ye be warned. Ori is a female, so is Bilbo. This is kinda (ok, ok, A LOT!) slashy, pairings will be made clear up ahead, so chills.
Anyway, enjoy and if you're almost ending the semester (like me) never fear. Crawl your way to the end!
Chapter one: Birthday Planning and Unexpected Surprises
Ori Ri and her friend Bella Baggins were going to a strip club.
Now, don't you give me scandalous gasps and shit, because yes; it is pretty weird. I mean come on, two bookish girls (nerds, the two of them really) going to a strip club on their own? No. Actually, this was not their plan. They wanted to quietly celebrate Ori's birthday in a—oh I don't know, café or somewhere quiet, but Bella's boyfriend had another idea.
Erm…yes. So before we continue this interesting tale, let us clarify that although similar, Ori and Bella were completely different.
Bella Baggins was a very beautiful girl, a curvy short woman who had an amazing mane of curls falling down her back. She had hazel colored eyes that weren't quite green, blue, yellow or grey…They were intense, in a way, framed by incredibly long lashes. She had a pretty dimpled smile and she like to laugh a lot. Her lips were slightly on the full side and of a pretty pink color. And although a bit awkward a first, Bella was a social butterfly in the making. She loved to meet new people and listen to their interesting tales, quite an adventurous lass.
On the contrary, Ori Ri was an incredibly shy girl. And her shyness stemmed from her insecurities. Now, don't get me wrong. Ori Ri was a stunningly cute girl. She had short ginger hair with warm brown eyes framed by dark lashes. Her lips were of a lovely pale pink color and although she didn't smile much, her smile brightened the whole room and her laugh was sort of similar to the sound of bells. Ori loved books and the knowledge they could give her over talking with people. She loved to write and draw and simply observe everything that surrounded her.
So it was quite a wonder how those two got to be the best of friends.
"You guys should come to the club, it'll be fun!" Thorin Oakenshield said to the two of them a couple of days before Ori's birthday.
Bella's eyes had widened slightly and her cheeks reddened as Ori was left to wonder what she had missed. Ori decided to voice her question, "Club? What club?"
"I-It's the club Thorin works at. You…you remember what we talked about?" Bella answered, her cheeks dusted a pretty pink.
It took a few moments for Ori to come to the realization and when she did, she sputtered, flushed and squeaked as her nerves took the best of her. Her brown eyes widened as she floundered for something to say. "A-a-a-a st-st-strip club!?" Ori managed to squeak out. "You want us to go to a-to a place like that?"
Thorin chuckled, the sound like melted smooth chocolate. -"Yes, I do Ori. C'mon, you won't even have to pay a thing. I work there, you know? I promise you'll have fun and I won't let anyone bother you or anything. So what do you say?"-
Ori tore his gaze away from Thorin because, damn it! The dude worked at a strip club. Bella's boyfriend worked at a strip club and she seemed to be okay with it. Hell, she seemed to get turned on by the idea! And Ori couldn't find her within herself to blame her because just imagine what that man was hiding underneath those trousers! I mean, shirt, Ori meant shirt! Bella was looking at her with wide and hopeful eyes and that was when Ori realized—that damn, Bella wants to go and see her boyfriend in action. Oh geez, Bella why! Ori tried to give Bella what she hoped was a firm look but it was met with The Killer Puppy Look.
Ori tried to resist it, she really did. But she was lost when her supposed best friend stuck her lip out in a pout and started to tremble it. Damn, Ori knew she shouldn't be that weak to a simple puppy look, even her brothers use it against her sometimes!
The ginger gave a resigned sigh as Bella all but whopped in joy.
-"Then it's settled!"- Thorin said, clapping his hand with a smile on his face. And Ori groaned out loud, her face in her hands. She felt a strong hand fall on her shoulder. -"Ahh, c'mon Ori. It's going to be fun, trust me."-
-"Sure…I trust you alright."- Ori replied sarcastically. Thorin simply laughed.
-"Well, be there at eight pm sharp, okay?"-
-"Of course, Thorin! We'll be there. Yes."- Bella said eagerly, her pretty face split wide into a grin, as she walked her boyfriend to the door and proceeded to say her goodbyes.
A couple of minutes passed and Bella came back, sitting down beside a still silent Ori. Bella laughed in amusement as she patted her friend's shoulder. -"Come now Ori, don't tell me you are not excited! It'll be fine, you'll see. And who knows, you might even find your One."-
Groaning again, Ori looked up from her hands. -"Right. Of course. Sure."-
-"What is wrong?"- Bella asked, picking up on her friends' mood instantly.
Shrugging, Ori ran a hand through her short hair, messing it up. She took a deep breath and proceeded to look at Bella squarely in the eye. -"I—I am not like you…I am not pretty or fun or—or even attractive. How can I find my one if I am not pretty enough?"-
-"Oh Ori."- Bella said with a sad smile on her face. She threw one of her arms on her shorter friend's shoulder and sighed softly. Bella knew of Ori's insecurities, most of them caused because of the bullying she suffered when a kid and she wished them gone. She knew that Ori was suffering because of them and it angered her to see her strong, beautiful and brave friend like that. Ori was a very beautiful girl with many, many qualities that would make any man—or woman—go crazy for her, but she just couldn't see it. Bella was hoping, really hoping, that she could find her one. Maybe then that person will start to show her just how much of a treasure she really was.
She had a good feeling though. And so Bella was going to hope and do everything she could to make her friend look the best she possibly could.
The day of Ori's birthday had come quickly after that and the two friends were incredibly nervous. Bella, insisting that they should prepare beforehand, took (dragged really) her friend to the mall and bought her some clothes, shoes and accessories (all the while insisting that Ori needed them for tonight). Bella then dragged her to her apartment, forced her into the bathroom, forced her to wear her pajamas, made her hair, put make up on her and did her nails without even listening to any of Ori's complaints. When done, Bella pretty much demanded Ori to change into the clothes Bella had brought her and, not wanting to incite the wrath of the demon she had for a friend, did as told.
Satisfied with her work, Bella quickly went to prepare herself. Thankfully enough, Bella was a master at all these things and finished her makeup and hair at 7:30. Practically vibrating with excitement, Bella Baggins grabbed her car keys and dragged her quiet friend to the car, driving the two of them to a fancy looking bar. The two got out and entered, one smiling eagerly and the other twisting her hands in nervousness. As soon as the door closed behind them, everyone turned to stare at them because, they made a stunning view.
Ori was dressed in tight leather pants that hugged her legs seductively and a bone white colored shirt, a style similar to a poet's shirt, hanging from her shoulders. Her ginger red hair had a windblown look to it, making her hair look messy but classy. She wore a pair of slightly heeled boots that went up to her ankles. Her makeup was simple, just a touch of mascara, liner and some bright red lipstick and she was done.
Bella, on the other hand, was wearing a pretty flowered dress. Her hair was down and flowing freely down her back and her eyes were decorated simply, with some liner and mascara. She was wearing some cream colored socks that reached up to her lower thigh and a pair of brown colored heeled boots.
Thorin Oakenshield spotted them, his stoic face brightening into a pleased smile. He walked towards the two and Ori simply looked away. The dark haired man was wearing incredibly tight pants that left nothing—and when I say nothing I mean just that—to the imagination and an equally tight black shirt. His hair, usually tied back at the nape of his neck with a leather band, was let loose. He looked good, very good if the way Bella was eyeing him was any indication. He greeted his girlfriend with a very passionate kiss and then he turned to Ori.
-"Hello Ori, happy birthday!"- he proceeded to give her a hug. And oh my gosh, Ori wanted to die from embarrassment. The clothes that he was wearing were so tight that it felt as if she was hugging him while naked. The expression she made must've been funny, because Bella guffawed loudly.
Blushing fiercely, Ori returned the hug awkwardly and looked down to the man's feet when finally separated. -"Th-Thank you, Th-Thorin."-
Smiling gently at the flustered girl, Thorin grabbed his girlfriend's hand and started walking. He then said, -"So you see, this club is…different than most. See, the dancers—strippers—get to choose whomever they wish to give a lap dance to. Meaning that if someone finds you attractive, you will most probably find yourself with a lap full of—well, you know what I mean."-
The nerves came back to Ori tenfold. She was glad Thorin had told her this; she could prepare herself mentally then. Not that she thought that anyone would come to her or anything, but it was better to be prepared, just in case. Bella, meanwhile, was excited over the whole thing. -"So, who's going to dance to me?"- She asked, looking around the place and noticing the many attractive guys littering the floor.
-"Me."- Thorin growled possessively. -"Of course."-
-"Of course."- Bella agreed amiably. She turned to Ori, -"So, you'll be in the ba-eeep!"-
Ori smirked at Bella as Thorin playfully threw her over his shoulder and took her away to one of the empty chairs. "Yeah, I'll be here! Don't worry…" Sighing, Ori made her way to the bar and ordered herself a drink. She took the glass and proceeded to lean against the counter to see how Bella was doing. A small evil cackle left her mouth as she saw Thorin slowly unbuttoning his trousers and the intense blush staining Bella's cheeks. 'Serves her right!' Ori thought. 'For bringing me to this place.' Quickly enough, her misery turned a little too intense and Ori turned her eyes away. No, she did not want to see that happening between her friends.
And so it was with a small sigh and a rueful smile that Ori found herself taking out her favorite book from her purse and settling herself to a corner to read. Ahh yes, just like she'd wanted: a good book in one hand, a drink in the other. If she ignored the music, the hot men and the erotic movements around her, she could honestly say that this was a good birthday and mean it. Unfortunately fate seemed to have other ideas, for she hadn't even started to read the second sentence of the first page when a clearing of a throat interrupted her. Slightly annoyed, Ori looked up only to find herself face to chest with the tallest man she'd ever seen standing in front of her.
And he was gorgeous…In a very unconventional and hardcore kind of way, of course.
He was tall for one and strong, incredibly so. He was bald and had tattoos… on his shaved head and huge, shapely arms. His beard was short and neatly trimmed and his factions were that of a serious, but incredibly handsome, man. His eyes were dark and intense, the kind of eyes that could just swallow you whole when stared at intently. All in all, he looked pretty intimidating but Ori couldn't help but think of a giant and very firm teddy bear when looking at him. There was something about him, about his dark eyes that made her think like that; perhaps there was incredible warmth that seemed to reside in their dark depths…Yes. Ori gently shook herself from her thoughts.
Just like Thorin, he was dressed in extremely tight clothes, clothes that made his…body firmness even more stunning.
The man gently took her book and closed it with a sharp snap, making the shy ginger jump slightly as he did so, before gently taking one of her hands and pulling her to her feet. The man and Ori stared at each other for who knows how long, each lost in the other's brown gaze. A tingly feeling was starting to grow between them the longer their eyes connected but Ori pushed the thought to the side for later inspection. Suddenly the huge man grunted out his name, his voice deep and smooth and unbelievably strong, -"Dwalin"-
-"Huh?"- Ori blinked, her brain not quite functioning properly. Once her brain caught up with her, she exclaimed, -"Oh! Umm, I-I am O-Ori."- She stuttered out, a bright blush staining her cheeks.
The man then gifted her with a small, genuine smile that made him look even more stunning, -"Ori."- Goodness, the man was gorgeous when he smiled and the red haired female felt herself blushing helplessly when faced with it. -"Dance with me?"-
-"D-Dance?"- Ori looked around, noticing the way that everybody was dancing in this place and blushed even harder. A small part of her mind was freaking out because it seemed that was all intelligent thought have left her and all she could do was blush in response to everything the man said. -"Umm, I-I-I d-don't know how t-to dance like—"-
Chuckling slightly, Dwalin gently tugged the hand he still had trapped in his bigger one, making her get closer to his huge and muscled body. -"I'll teach you."-
-"Errmm,"- Dwalin's dark eyes were dark and sparkling when she looked up at him and before even her mind registered what she was doing, she was nodding her acceptance. -"S-sure. I-I'll t-try."-
Dwalin smiled gently down at the stuttering female as he led her to the dance floor; and she was panicking all the way there. (Yep, her brain had caught up with the situation) He took her hand and spun her around before gently pressing her back to his chest. He then lowered his head until his lips were a few centimeters away from her ear. He proceeded to start his lesson in seductive dancing with a warm whisper that did strange things to Ori's stomach, -"The music is slow for a reason…It is to allow the dancers to free their bodies and just…move and meld against one another."-
Ori thought that Dwalin's explanation was lacking but decided to not say a thing. After all, the man was being kind enough and was trying to teach her how to dance. Never mind that she didn't really understand what to do or how this was all supposed to go. Ori froze slightly when she felt Dwalin move his hips behind her in a slow circle. 'Oh…' was all she could think. 'So this is why they call it seductive dancing!'
A/N: Hello! Please tell me what you think! I've been debating whether to post it or not but I am bored, so I decided to just post it. I mean, what could go wrong, eh? ;D