Winterfilth 15


" I'm trying to do my work" I cry jumping up.

Richard lays on my bed propped up on his elbows.

" I know but can't you do it later?" he whines.

I roll my eyes. I come back to my bed, and sit on him, facing him.

He immediately sits up and wraps his arms around me.

" I can't resist you, and it drives me crazy" I growl.

He gives a light laugh.

" that's because you want me so bad" he says cockily.

True but he want me to.

His hands rub my back, and he kisses me passionately.

All I want to do is rip off his clothes.

And I begin to, but someone knocks on the front door.

Groaning I get up and go to the door. I open it, and to much surprise see my parents.

" what? Umm, hi. What are you doing here?" I ask, a little confused.

My parents push past me and sit in the living room.

Richard comes to my bedroom door. Shit! I push him back in.

" it's my parents and their not anybody you want to meet, I'll explain more later" I say then shut the door.

I go to the living room and sit down on a chair opposite to the couch.

" well we're back from our trip, I thought we would stop by to tell you that" my mother starts.

My mother- proper women, with a spine of steel. Most times she doesn't seem to have much emotion, even when she calls me honey. She is basically the commander in our household. This is my thought about her, she wished she never had kids. I wish she didn't either, she's not the kind of mother you can go to when you cry, she would most likely say ' crying is for weak people'.

" how was your summer?" she asks, but it's obvious she doesn't care.

" boring as hell" I say. Why lie?

" nothing interesting happen? No new people come to town? What about the tourists?" my father asks.

My father- whipped by my mother. He's a caring fellow, but my mother doesn't let him act that way. She feels embarrassed that my father isn't as hard as her. I wish he had a back bone to stick up to her.

" no not really." I answer.

" well we should go, we still have to travel back to Mirkwood." My mother says and stands up.

She hates it here, so when she does come it's usually for ten or so minutes. It makes me wonder though, if she hates it why would she send me here.

" now just a minute, I think we can stand to stay longer to talk with our daughter" my father argues.

Wait a go dad! Even if I don't like them much, I still want to talk with them.

My mother sits down again.

" How is that boy?" my father asks.

" Legolas?" I say.

" yes that's the one"

" he's good"

" I hope your still not seeing him, it's not good to get mixed up with royalty. They break your heart, and don't even care" mother says bitterly.

" we were never seeing each other, and he's not like that any ways." I protest.

My mother rolls her eyes.

" well I hope to God, that boy is using protection" she mutters.

Not this again!

" I don't want you getting pregnant, you hear me!"

" yes I'm going to get pregnant, and the father is going to be my best friend, who I have never had any thought about, in that way." I say sarcastically.

" your mother is right, I do hope he uses protection" my father puts in.

I can't believe I'm hearing this. Me and Legolas? Ha like that's ever going to happen.

It's like they don't hear me or something, because they totally ignore the fact that I keep telling them I'm not with Legolas.

I pretend to look at the time.

" you two should really go, Mirkwood is still far away, and I bet your tired and just want to get home as soon as possible." I say standing up.

My mother seems relived.

" well I expect you will be home for Christmas?" she asks, but it's more like a statement.

I nod.

I walk my parents to the door, and give my father a hug, before they leave.

I close the door behind them, and lean against it.

" you can come out now" I say after a few minutes.

Richard opens the door and steppes out.

" so why couldn't I meet your parents?" he asks.

" they would talk about sex and how you should use protection and shit like that. I got that talk of course." I tell him.

He gives me a confused look.

" they think I'm with Legolas, for some odd reason, so I get a sex talk every time they see me" I explain.

For a moment he has a look on his face, but it passes to quickly for me to recognize it.

A sudden knocks makes me jump away from the door.

I really hope it's not my parents.

I open the door slowly and see it's Legolas.

" hi! What's up?" I say and open the door further so he can step in.

" so your parents still think we're sleeping together." he says.

" what did they say to you?" I gasp.

He nods at Richard.

" something along the lines of, I can't stop you two so I mite as well help you" he says.

" what's that supposed to mean?" I ask.

" oh then she gave me this" he continues and hold out a box to me.

I take it away and read it. I can feel my face going a hundred shades of red.

It's a box of flavored condoms. Strawberry and chocolate to be exact.

I hand the box back to him.

" I hate them, I really do" I say.

Richard and Legolas, seem to be having a fun time laughing at me.

" so I get to keep them huh?" Legolas says between laughs.

" well they gave them to you" I tell him.

He smiles then leaves us and goes back to his own room. I hate my parents so much right now.

I drag my laughing boyfriend back to my bedroom, to finish what we started.