WHAT I DID FOR LOVE -- SAMMIE

[samantha bethany jones]

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most of the time samantha found haldirs games funny. yes they pushed her buttons and annoyed the heck out of her, however she normally understood where he was coming from and had a good laugh on the inside, even if she would never show it or admit it to him. at times she even liked his antics, like having him push her buttons and have buttons to push back, however to night that wasn't the case. when the conversation at the bar started, she was sure it would be the same as always, however as the man kept talking, it became clear that everyone wasn't as funny as it normally was. he sounded arrogant, an ass. he made her sound easy, as if she would hope in the bed with anyone, as if she would sleep with him to spite pippin or help him make her friends jealous. yes she had a past with sleeping with people, hell she still slept around, but he made her feel like a slut with his comments, even if he hadn't meant to. maybe she had been to harsh with the slaps, however she couldn't help it, she was a girl who held her ground and didn't allow men to push her around, something haldir was trying to do. at first she tried to chop it up to him being drunk, like when he pulled her over and forced a kiss on her, however she wondered how drunk he really was.

making her way for the door she never looked back. she was sure haldir was following her, because she she figured he still didn't get the message that nothing was going to happen. at one point she heard him say something, but she didn't really catch it and she didn't stop to clear up the message, she didn't care. she just wanted to get to the car, take him hope, get him in bed and go back to her night on the town, even if she knew all of that was probably down the drain. deep down she knew this was going to be the end of her night, even if she could be back in a little while, her mood was wrecked.

once outside samantha headed for the car, stopping only when she heard a groan. turning around she saw haldir holding his stomach and she signed "if you need to puke do it now, because if you puke in that car channel is going to kill me." watching haldir rolled her eyes before allowing her mood cold mood to soften a bit. making her way over to haldir she placed a hand on his shoulder and spoke lightly "are you okay? do you need to sit down for a minute before we head off?" samantha could be cold, yes it was true, however she could also be sweet and even if haldir had been an ass, she didn't want to see him feeling sick.
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hallie (kait), outfit, 507 words, <3

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[haldir nathaniel bradley]

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"Maybe I should sit anyways. The cool night air might sober me up a little." He chuckled and nodded towards the bench he'd spotted not too long ago and headed towards it. This night, he found, just was getting stranger and stranger. Maybe he had a good thought staying home that day and had only been testing fate by going out that night. Sammie showing up, his ill and stupid trick that he'd played in the bar, pushing his limits. What were the gods planning for them? What was up their sleeves. The way he was feeling was strange in itself, the sudden smile that had lit up his face, his sudden niceness? He wanted to know what was going on, but he couldn't voice his wonder. Who would listen? Certainly not Sammie. She'd probably just chalk it all up to the alcohol coursing through his veins. Something that certainly could have been the cause, but he wasn't about to think too heavily on the thought.

Haldir sat down on the bench and beckoned Sammie towards him. "Come on, Sam. Come sit with me. We can talk."

[samantha bethany jones]

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standing there in front of the man she was slapping just moments ago, samantha almost found it funny that she felt a little sorry for him. she wasn't sure why, there was no real reason really. he wasn't so drunk that he was sure to be in any major pain tomorrow. she might have been a little harsh with her slaps, after all, most of haldirs personality was being funny, however after being around his brother pippin, this bradley brother was almost a shock to the system. she went from one night guy willing to bend over backwards for her, to the ass whole who kept her on her toes, something she normally loved in a man. maybe it was their past history, her past feelings for him, maybe it was the fact that she dated his brother, either way, there was something that made her look at his antic differently than she would anyone else, even the way she use to look at his. although he was a jerk most of the time, it was who he was and deep down he wasn't a bad guy, any more than she was a bad person. smiling back at him samantha nodded and patted his back a few times, before rubbing it lightly and allowing it her hand to fall back to her side.

once haldir admitted he should probably sit down, samantha nodded and looked around, she spotted a curb, however she wasn't really ready to sit that low to the ground. she thought about going and sitting in the car, leaving him to sit alone for a moment and collect himself, however as haldir started to walk off, samantha spotted the same bench he had spotted. watching him, she tried to decide what she herself should do, however her thoughts were cut short as haldir called her over, asking her to join him so they could talk. what could he possibly want to talk about? shaking her head samantha started to stroll over to haldirs side, sitting on the other side of the bench from him, looking at the ground. she herself was buzzed, however it was starting to die, mostly because of everything that was taking place.

"what do you want to talk about?" samantha asked calmly. for some reason she was growing a bit tired, which was strange since only minutes ago she had all the energy in the world. "if its about everything that has happened tonight, lets just both agree that we were ass-holes. i shouldn't have slapped you and you shouldn't have said some of the things you said, however we are who we are and we cant change that. lets just agree to disagree and know that we both had faults and chalk it up to be drunk and not knowing our normal limits." samantha just wanted to get the awkwardness out of the way. although the two didn't always get along, things were never this weird and to be honest, it made it a little hard to sit there with him now, so mid as well get it all out of the way.
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hallie (kait), outfit, 533 words, <3

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[haldir nathaniel bradley]

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Haldir shrugged. He actually hadn't even thought of apologizing a second time for what had happened, even if now he thought it would help him purge himself of whatever he was feeling. He nodded. "I agree. Let's just push it behind us and move on." He said, slumping down in his seat, and sticking his hands into his pockets. He was sure that agreeing with her was the best course of action. Mostly for his sake, of course. He smirked, looking over at Sammie, a small smirk on his lips. "I wouldn't mind kissing you again, though." So he couldn't help himself. It was in. His nature to be an annoying, selfish, horny, man-jerk, but he didn't care.

[samantha bethany jones]

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leaning back on the bench, samantha allowed her head to fall back and her eyes to fall shut. things were starting to feel weird. granted, all of it was in the end. the two for them acted as if they knew each other, but in the end they didn't. they had known each other shortly before she started to date pippin and then after that the two for them hardly talked, just a few meetings here and there. although haldir was the brother samantha originally had her eyes on, something in her made her pick pippin, although it wasn't like both were competing for her attention, it seemed as though haldir hardly noticed her, a first in samanthas world. still, she wasn't sure why, but her feelings for haldir change, probably because she knew there was no point. still, it was as if everything was coming full circle. here she was, in another town trying to escape once more and here was another bradley brother on vacation, ready to turn her life upset down. it was a never ending battle and one she was almost ready to give up.

as haldir started to speak, samantha didn't stir. they were both agreeing to move on from everything that happened tonight. there wasn't much else to do any way. they were clearly being tossed together all around town, with the elevator and now this. it was probably best that they both learned to deal with the others antics and get over it, because it was clear that they weren't going to get away from each other till haldir went back home.

still not opening her eyes, samantha hit haldir in the chest with the back of her hand lightly as she chuckled "your just saying that because your drunk. either way, its so not happening to night. i make sure not to make it a habit to make out with drunk men i know. plus even if you weren't drunk, it wouldn't happen." opening her eyes, samantha looked over at haldir, flashing him a small grin. okay so that last teasing comment didn't bother her, in fact it was a little funny. she wasn't to chuckle, but instead she just shook her head and started to stand, holding out a hand to help haldir up. "come on, lets get you home mr big boy who cant hold his liquor." samantha was still smiling, not even sure of the reason for her sudden change in mood.
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hallie (kait), outfit, 423 words, <3

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[haldir nathaniel bradley]

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When Sammie stood, his head fell off her shoulder and he moaned from the loss of contact. Slowly he opened his eyes and looked up at Sammie, then at her hand held out to him. They were going to leave now. Really leave, she was going to take him home, put him into his hotel bed, tuck him under those big down filled comforters -- even in his heat -- and then he would go to sleep and she would leave and go back to her friends leaving him alone for another night. Only who knew when they would meet again. Would it be tomorrow, the day after, a week from now, two, a year? Would it really matter, though? It wasn't like either was going to act on what they felt. They weren't going to go hog wild, buck naked and making babies until the sun rose. No. They werent friends, they weren't lovers, Haldir didn't know what the hell they were. She was probably just going to be Pippin's ex to him for the rest of their lives. That was it, that was their future. Nothing. Just two people who happened to have met and she just happened to have dated his brother. The end.

Haldir sighed and took Sammie's hand and stood up. "Alright, lady you can take me home. No matter how much I kinda want you there with me all night long." He said with a wink. At least he wasn't ever going to change.

[samantha bethany jones]

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samantha probably should have given haldir warning before she stood up, however it was to late now to worry about it now. instead she stood there, rocking a little in her six inch heels, which were now killing her feet, waiting for haldir to take her out stretched hand. turning around as she heard the door open, she watched as a man started to stumble his way into the parking lot and toward his car. shaking her head she couldn't believe how dumb some people could be, driving when they were so drunk. it not only put them, but others in danger. returning her attention back to haldir, she could tell he was tired and knew it was best to get him home as soon as possible, before she had a drunk, sleeping man on her hands.

when haldir grabbed Samantha's hand she hoisted him up, letting it go as soon as he was on his feet. turning around she started to head for the car, before laughing at his comment and shaking her head "you are such a guy. its all about sex with you people." chuckling lightly she headed around the car to the passenger side, opening the door and holding it up for haldir. ushering him in, she tried to avoid any contact that would lead to another sexual comment. then closing the door, samantha made her way over to the driver side and climbed in, quickly buckling up and moving the mirrors so she could see. then starting the engine, samantha started to pull out of the lot, heading down the street in the direction of haldirs hotel.

as samantha made the drive, she didn't speak, she didn't have much to say, however she did wonder a few things about the man next to her. like how long was he in town? after all, he was living out of a hotel, he couldn't be in town for to long, after all, who would really want to live that way? with that, when would he leave and would they be stuck running into each other again before he did? samantha kind of hoped not. the two of them often fought more than they got along. just as she was sure he was to fall asleep before they would arrive to his room and she would have to support a half drunk, half asleep haldir to his room before laying him in bed. she was sure, form the way he was acting on the bench, he would be out the moment he hit the sheets, it was probably best that way. it made for an easy leave, something samantha was thankful for.

pulling into the hotel parking lot, samantha found a parking spot and pulled in, turning the car off. "okay hallie, time for bed." she said softly before she climbed out of the driver side and started to make her way to the passenger side to help haldir out, opening the door before he could and holding it open for him.[/div]

hallie (kait), outfit, 513 words, sorry for the god mod a bit. just trying to get them to the hotel.

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[haldir nathaniel bradley]

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He had waited until she had gotten into the car before speaking again, fumbling with the seatbelt as he tried to secure himself into the vehicle. He might have been inebriated, but he wasn't completely dense. "Who said anything about sleeping together?" He asked, sure his comment had initially implied sex, but in all honesty, it wasn't quite what he had in mind. Really he just wanted her to be like a teddy bear for him until the morning, to cuddle with his brother's ex and sleep through the night uninterrupted.

The ride to the hotel seemed short and uneventful to Haldir. He had closed his eyes, shielding them from the harsh streets lights, but hadn't fallen asleep. He was forcing his body to wait until he'd gotten into the king sized bed in his room before letting his body's wishes be granted. When they arrived, he did what any normal human would and pulled off his seatbelt, but due to his current state took him a minute. He had barely realized that Sammie had exited the car, gotten to his side and opened the door for him. He looked up at the brunette and smiled, climbing out of the vehicle, careful not to trip over himself and fall over. "Please don't call me that." he said, the smile on his face being wiped off when he'd heard the nickname. "You know how I despise it." At least his vocabulary hadn't been impared like the rest of him.

notes: no problem, bb

[samantha bethany jones]

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rolling her eyes, still keeping them on the road, samanthas annoyance could be felt any where in the car. haldir always made things sound sexual, as if she was an object, a toy, a play thing. okay so many she had made a few adult films and dated quiet a bit, however haldir didn't know all of these things, he didn't know most of her past and there was a reason for that, it wasn't who she was. so, when people made crude comments, even if they didn't mean for them to be crude, i often got samantha riled up and going. it was just in her nature to stick up for herself, even if she was sometimes to rough around the edges, "you made it sound as if you were implying us sleeping together, which is not happening. plus, what else could you possibly want, your a drunk horny man for god sake, so please don't play me for a fool and act all innocent. you wanted sex and you know it." shaking her head, samantha zipped her mouth shut, making sure not to many any more comments the rest of the ride. she wasn't looking to pick another fight, after all, they had sorta come to a middle ground only minutes ago, so why mess that up?

pulling into the hotel parking lot, samantha shut off the car and climbed out quickly, moving to the passenger side to help haldir out. frowning for some reason samantha felt bad for the nickname she used all of the time. it was a way of pressing his buttons yes, just as he pressed hers, however she had always found it cute and something that her and pippin did. it felt more like an annoying family habit by now, than anything else. "im sorry. i thought you had grown use to it to be honest. however ill stop if it means that much to you." shrugging, samantha moved an arm around the big man and used her free arm to take his and loop it around her shoulder, allowing him to use her for support if he needed it. "either way, lets go big guy, its time to get you in bed so i can go home." pulling the man out of the car lightly, samantha slammed the door shut and started to walk him toward to his room, stopping when they finally reached the door. "do you have the door key on you?" letting go of him, she moved to the side, so he would be able to find his key and slip it in. [/div]

hallie (kait), outfit, words, sorry for the god mod a bit.

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[haldir nathaniel bradley]

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He looked down at Sammie and let his lips form the smile he'd been sporting earlier that night, but this time he wasn't going to let it bother him. He was drunk, it didn't matter if he smiled or not. Sure, he was usually a heartless bastard and the smile actually made him seem like a psychopath, but maybe he was. He just didn't know it yet. He shrugged, licking his lips. "Think what you like, babe. That wasn't my intention, however." he said, being truthful. He needed to stop drinking. It made him quite different from himself. It made him more like his brother than he already was. He hadn't realized it, but he and Pippin were more alike than either of them could have ever expected. They were both devoted, athletic, flirty men, and when they put their minds to something it was stuck. Less so for Haldir, but it was still a small part of his personality that made him that much more like Pippin, that he despised just As much as that god forsaken nickname his brother gave him.

When they reached his room, Haldir nodded and rummaged through his pocket for the key to his room. He pulled it out only a second later and quickly examined the white card. He found it quite pretty and flipped it around his fingers, smiling foolishly. "Thanks." He mumbled before slipping the key into the right slot and opening the door to his room. He let the large wooden door swing open, but didn't go in. He made a motion, letting Sammie go in first, which took him a little off guard and he briefly lost his balance. He giggled and quickly fixed himself, waiting for Sammie to enter the room first. "After you."

notes: no problem, bb

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no one would have expected for such a well built man to weigh so much. however samantha was sure it was due to haldirs height and muscles that he weighted so much. she was just thankful that he still had his feet about him to help her out. because if she had to hold all of his weight on her own she would have been screwed. looking up at the tall man, she watched him for a moment as they continued to make their way to his hotel room. she liked that he was tall, that was half of the reason why she had once been attracted to him. she liked tall me. in fact she liked them tall, dark, and handsome. she liked that when she was with a taller man she had to reach for a kiss, that she had to reach up to wrap her arms around their neck, that if she wanted to rest her head on them it would be resting on their chest. it was something she looked for in a man, their height. even if most of the time she ended up with shorter men, she did have a major thing for taller men, something that drew samantha into haldir, even now.

finally arriving in front of the hotel room door, samantha moved to the side and waited for haldir to find his key. she just hoped he would be able to handle this part on his own. she didn't want to have go digging into his pockets, in fear that she would come up with something else. luckily for her he found the small plastic key and played with it between his fingers for a moment, a small on his face, before swiping it and pushing the door open. samantha waited for haldir to go in, so she would be able to follow him, shove him on the bed, take his shoes off and get him to sleep so she could leave, however it seemed as though haldir was ushering her in instead and she ended up being the first one to head inside. making her way into the room, samantha stopped only feet inside of the hotel. looking over at haldir, she made it a few more steps inside and reached over to lay her keys on a table. turning around samantha grabbed haldirs head and started to pull him over to the bed. "come on, lets get you ready for bed so you can go to sleep."

almost dragging haldir over to the bed, samantha shoved him down and grabbed for the hem of his shirt, starting to pull it over his head before he could protest. tossing it to the side, samantha leaned down to start undoing his shoes, hoping that haldir couldn't do this for himself. she would feel stupid if she found out he could have done all of this on his own. however she didn't want to leave the drunk man to fend for himself. no she would take his shoes off, get him to lay down and tuck him in. she would be out of the room in a matter of minutes and on her way. yes in a minute or two samantha would be leaving and this night would be nothing more than a small nightmare.

standing back up, samantha looked down at haldir, smiling at him lightly "come one, lay down and ill get you covered up so you can go to sleep." she said lightly as she waited for the man to lay down so she could do as she said and be on her way.
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hallie (kait), outfit, 611 words, sorry for the god mod

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[haldir nathaniel bradley]

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Haldir sat on the bed with no problem, aiding his female acquaintance in the removal of his shirt. The elder man, sighed and closed his eyes, leaning back on the bed, using his hands as support, letting Sammie undress him. He wasn't quite sure if he was able to do these things by himself, and he didn't quite care, especially after what had happened with his jacket. Sure, he wasn't frustrated anymore, however he believed that if the wrong thing was said he would blow a fuse, and he couldn't handle that. It had been evident in the past that his words could cut like a sharp blade, and he didn't want to urt Sammie with something stupid he would say if she had said something. He figured that he might as well just keep his mouth shut and not say anything. He wasn't about to ruin this night for either of them anymore than he'd already done.

Once his shoes where off and Sammie was standing before him, Haldir sat up, looking up at the beautiful brunette before him. He gave a slightly drunken smirk and put his hands on her hips, pulling her towards her. He let one of his hands travel up her torso, over her waist, the top of her chest, her shoulders, her neck, as the other pulled loose the already loose braid, letting the dark flowing locks cascade around her shoulders. He smiled and buried his fingers in her hair. He pulled her down so that their faces were level and their noses were touching. He stared into her eyes, waiting for any sort of reaction from her, but when it appeared that none would, he spoke softly, his voice deeper than usual. "Just give in." He said and crashed their lips together in what he felt was a passionate kiss, using his free hand to pull her on top of him as he lay back on the bed, giving into his own temptations. He didn't care what shed said about sleeping with drunk men. He knew that she and Pippin had a few wild nights back in the day, and he wasn't about let a few silly words get in the way.

notes: oh my goodness, babe. This is intense.

[samantha bethany jones]

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there wasn't much of a wait for the haldir to make a move, however it wasn't the move samantha was expecting. while she was waiting for the man to lay down so she could tuck him in, he instead moved his hands to her hips, pulling her toward him. she stumbled a little, not expecting the actions the man had just made. placing her hands on his shoulders for support, samantha tried collect herself. here he was again, trying to make a move. had it not been clear all night that she wasn't sleeping with the drunk man? she didn't think so low of herself. a man didn't need to be drunk to want to sleep with her and if they did, he wasn't worthy of her. haldir was no different.

looking down as she felt his hands drift up her sides, over her waist, samantha was sure he was going to go for a boob grab, in which case he was going to get alone slap for the night, making it three and he was going to be out. samantha was a firm believer in the three strikes your out rule, something she didn't even give a man that man. however, haldirs hands kept making their way up, till they were at her neck. frowning her brow lightly, samantha watching him curiously, making sure not to move just out of pure curiosity of what he was up to. she could feel her hair let loose and she was sure her hair was loose of its braid. great, now she would have to redo that before returning to the girls.

"what are you.." samantha didn't get to finish her question before her face was being pulled down to the same level as haldirs, their nose's touching lightly. blinking once, samantha watched the man. she was still curious of what he was up to. surly he wasn't brave enough to pull this move yet again? if he did, he had more balls than samantha had thought. "im not giving in to.." once again samantha was cut short, only this time it was by haldirs lips pressing onto hers, for the second time of the night.

it wasn't long before the drunk man was pulling samantha down on top of him, not letting up on the kiss. for a moment samantha followed him. crawling up as he laid on the best, resting her knees on either side of his waist in a straddle, her hands falling onto his chest for support. she was even kissing him back, with more force than he had started with. however this only lasted a moment before she was pulling away and using one of her hands to push her hair back, looking down at haldir. for a moment she was sure she was going to collect her keys and run, however, as she sat there, looking down at the man, she really couldn't fight it any more. she had once wanted this, not in this way, however she had wanted a night with haldir. granted times had change, but she couldn't deny that one night with the man would be so horrible. before samantha knew it her hand found its way to his neck and her lips back to his.

maybe it was the buzz clouding her mind, however all of her normal judgment was out the window and she was taking action. her hand was moving down to his belt, already starting to undo it in a fast pace, her hands working frantically as she started to trail kisses down the side of his mouth, to his jaw line, then down to his neck. her free hand gripping his shoulder, her nails digging in lightly. okay, she wouldn't fight it any more, she would let go, and letting go was what she was doing.

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hallie (kait), outfit, 657 words, sorry for the wait

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credit to TONY