vigorli

TITLE: Coming home
AUTHOR:

gypsy33_66
PAIRING: V/O
WARNINGS: None, really
SUMMARY: Coming home from a trip...
DISCLAIMER: Lies, it's all lies!

Night was falling when Orlando exited the business class of the plane at Boise International Airport.
He smiled contentedly as his expedition in Sydney, Australia was over and he was allowed to return
back to Idaho, back to Viggo, back to his normal life. Viggo and he had first been just friends working with each other, but a shared trailer, cramped up space, endless night shoots, the whole Helm's Deep, had changed them, made friendship turn into something deeper. They had realized they were similar in many ways, and yet complete opposites making them 'click' in a special way.

Orlando decided to take a cab all the way up to Sandpoint to avoid paparazzi, and to be able to try to get
some sleep on his way for he never could sleep in planes. As he had loaded his bags into the trunk he
got inside the car and gave the driver an address. Soon the warmness and the low humming of the
engine lulled him to sleep.

The long drive from Boise to Sandpoint went very quickly, spent in surprisingly deep sleep. The driver
woke him up a little before arriving at the destination and Orlando felt rested. He pointed at a gate,
made of stone and iron, and asked the driver to park there. He paid for the drive, took his belongings
from the trunk and, thanking the driver, started walking down a long dirt road framed by tall willows, their
branches billowing in the gentle morning wind. He picked up his pace as the familiar white house came into
view, wanting nothing more than to be inside, snuggle up with his loved one and enjoy a mug of warm morning
coffee.

Viggo was out in front of the stable, staring at the swallows in the sky, when Orlando finally arrived. Orlando smiled warmly as he looked at the bright aura Viggo had on his face, made by the rising sun. Dropping his suitcases onto the ground, Orlando almost ran to Viggo, who by now had noticed he had returned and opened his arms ready to welcome him home. Viggo showered his face with tiny butterfly kisses before claiming his lips in a searing kiss, giving him a proper welcome and wishing him good morning at the same time.

They made their way inside, Viggo taking all of Orlando's bags and carrying them straight to their bedroom, before returning back downstairs. He made them breakfast while Orlando showered, toast, scrambled eggs, even waffles with maple syrup, Orlando's favourite, and took two mugs for the coffee and waited. Viggo had just set the table in the living room when Orlando came back freshly showered and changed, his long curls still damp. They carried the breakfast to the living room, sat down on the comfortable couch and wrapped a fluffy blanket around them both. Receiving another kiss, Orlando smiled.

"Had fun Down Under?" Viggo asked, gently rubbing Orlando's sweat pant clad thigh.

"Yeah. We managed to trick the paparazzi. I met with Eric, went out to lunch, bike-seeing..." Orlando trailed off. Viggo just smiled and silently admired the tan Orlando had managed to gain while visiting friends in Australia.

"But... I'm glad to be back home."

The End