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vigorliTitle : Sometimes a goodbye is a second chance PART II
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obvmluver
Beta: by the lovelypeppervl
Pairing : Viggo/Orlando
Rating : PG-13
Summary : “You’re teasing me, aren’t you, tormenting me with subtle hints - again?”
Feedback : Please, let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always good.
Disclaimer : Fiction and Lies.
Times have changed, for the better I realized once again, as I thought about the past while making some morning coffee so that it was ready when the Sunshine woke up. Fate had stepped in years ago in New Zealand, tying us together with the red ribbon of love, making me realize what had been in front of my eyes all along.
It was frightening, at first, and I don’t doubt for a second that we shared the feeling, but we thought it was worth the risk, and here we are now, living together in an established relationship. It was initially hard for me to accept that someone like Orlando could ever fall in love with someone like me, but I couldn’t complain. I have treasured every single day we have, even the bad ones filled with fighting and sadness for hurting each other. The fights we’ve had have been like cleansing rain washing over us every now and again, bringing hidden thoughts and emotions to the surface. Lately I’ve noticed things changing – again. We hadn’t fought as often as we did a few years ago and I found it nice. To me, it meant our lives, minds, and thoughts were finding the same melody more and more, learning the tune inside and out.
I whistled happily as I poured myself a mug of coffee, took Orlando’s favourite mug out of the cabinet and put it onto the counter, filled the thermos flask, and left it beside the yellow smiley-faced mug. I forgot everything else around me as I stared at a milky white vase full of white tulips – my favourite flowers – that Orlando had bought yesterday. Despite his young age, and I couldn’t help but be amazed about it, he has always been very devoted to me, almost stretching his abilities to make me feel I’m wanted, desired, and loved even though I long ago saw my younger years and was now a middle-aged man. He’s made sacrifices to spend quality time with me; we've had long dark nights watching old black and white movies, with a storm raging outside, when he could have been having fun in a nightclub with his young friends. The little things like a shared movie together have always made me feel he really wants to be with me.
I have to say I doubted him at first, when he asked me if a goodbye was a second chance. How could he have fallen for me when the world was his oyster? I hadn’t been sure he could stay loyal because he was so young, but he once confronted me about my insecurities and I was glad he did. It was a chance for us to get some things settled and though we yelled a lot that night, we made up in the morning.
I heard the soft padding of bare feet approaching and looked towards the kitchen door, where I saw Orlando standing there wearing his favourite skin tight black boxers and my over-large, paint-splattered flannel shirt. He had the long sleeves neatly folded to his elbows and he casually leaned against the doorframe, looking back at me and smiling. The shirt buttons were open and he looked edible, his lightly tanned skin glowing in the morning sun as he blinked sleep-filled eyes. I put the coffee mug down and pulled him into a warm embrace, softly kissing him good morning. He was warm, still, and sleepy soft, smelling like sweet dreams and himself, with the almost unrecognisable hint of Tropical Forest shampoo.
“Morning.” he mumbled against my neck and yawned before nuzzling deeper. He sighed deeply, exhaling a long puff of warm breath that made me shudder as it coursed down under my thin t-shirt and along my back. I smiled as he pulled back and poured himself his morning coffee, buttoning two buttons of the shirt and letting it slip down to reveal one tanned shoulder.
“Seeing something you like?” he asked in his husky voice as he leaned against the counter, smiling into his mug. Mutely, I nodded, and once again wondered how he could affect me the way he did, overwhelming my senses with his mere presence. It never ceased to amaze me how effortlessly he drew me in, making me lose control with something as simple as just one alluring look. Other men had never appealed to me in the same way Orlando did; he was different from all others, always had been. He was like a force of nature, a raging wind, rain pouring down, ever changing like the seasons and that made him unique.
“You’re teasing me, aren’t you, tormenting me with subtle hints - again?” I asked in a soft voice as I felt my resolve cracking a little. Orlando bit his lower lip and grinned while sipping his coffee again. When he had drained the last of the warm liquid, he put the empty mug down and looked at me with half-closed eyes, the smile playing on his lips. Needing to feel him near, I stood up and pulled him close before claiming his lips and I sighing happily as he clung to me and ran his hands down my spine, slipping his treacherous, talented fingers under the waistband of my boxers and making me melt inside.
“Is it working?” he whispered against my lips as his fingers teased their way up to the nape of my neck.
“You know it is,” I growled as I playfully bit his lip. He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly as he gazed at my face, his brown eyes impossibly expressive. Soft lips pressed onto mine, the gesture familiar, yet feeling new.
Over our years together, we learned to value the time given to us, showering each other with affection, cherishing the small things. We led busy lives, our chosen professions often pulling us apart, sending us to different continents, to places where the only way of staying in contact were e-mails and late night – or early morning – phone calls. Moments like this one were cherished, and we both grumbled a little it was broken by the ringing of my phone.
"I’m going to do the laundry," he mouthed at me as I flipped my cell phone open and answered. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek and a fond smile before walking out of the room, his stride just as graceful as it had been nine years ago. I felt myself falling a tiny bit more in love with him as he returned, carrying the full basket of our laundry against his hip, scratching his head near his left temple and making a strand of hair stick up as he descended the stairs and disappeared into the basement.
Love has always been a funny thing, having no beginning and no ending, being built with bits and pieces, of him and me, of conversations and shared things. It was what brought us together eventually, simple and true. A goodbye said at one time, in one place, could be seen as something final, but it could also be a second chance at happiness.
~*The End*~
Author :
obvmluverBeta: by the lovely
peppervlPairing : Viggo/Orlando
Rating : PG-13
Summary : “You’re teasing me, aren’t you, tormenting me with subtle hints - again?”
Feedback : Please, let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always good.
Disclaimer : Fiction and Lies.
Times have changed, for the better I realized once again, as I thought about the past while making some morning coffee so that it was ready when the Sunshine woke up. Fate had stepped in years ago in New Zealand, tying us together with the red ribbon of love, making me realize what had been in front of my eyes all along.
It was frightening, at first, and I don’t doubt for a second that we shared the feeling, but we thought it was worth the risk, and here we are now, living together in an established relationship. It was initially hard for me to accept that someone like Orlando could ever fall in love with someone like me, but I couldn’t complain. I have treasured every single day we have, even the bad ones filled with fighting and sadness for hurting each other. The fights we’ve had have been like cleansing rain washing over us every now and again, bringing hidden thoughts and emotions to the surface. Lately I’ve noticed things changing – again. We hadn’t fought as often as we did a few years ago and I found it nice. To me, it meant our lives, minds, and thoughts were finding the same melody more and more, learning the tune inside and out.
I whistled happily as I poured myself a mug of coffee, took Orlando’s favourite mug out of the cabinet and put it onto the counter, filled the thermos flask, and left it beside the yellow smiley-faced mug. I forgot everything else around me as I stared at a milky white vase full of white tulips – my favourite flowers – that Orlando had bought yesterday. Despite his young age, and I couldn’t help but be amazed about it, he has always been very devoted to me, almost stretching his abilities to make me feel I’m wanted, desired, and loved even though I long ago saw my younger years and was now a middle-aged man. He’s made sacrifices to spend quality time with me; we've had long dark nights watching old black and white movies, with a storm raging outside, when he could have been having fun in a nightclub with his young friends. The little things like a shared movie together have always made me feel he really wants to be with me.
I have to say I doubted him at first, when he asked me if a goodbye was a second chance. How could he have fallen for me when the world was his oyster? I hadn’t been sure he could stay loyal because he was so young, but he once confronted me about my insecurities and I was glad he did. It was a chance for us to get some things settled and though we yelled a lot that night, we made up in the morning.
I heard the soft padding of bare feet approaching and looked towards the kitchen door, where I saw Orlando standing there wearing his favourite skin tight black boxers and my over-large, paint-splattered flannel shirt. He had the long sleeves neatly folded to his elbows and he casually leaned against the doorframe, looking back at me and smiling. The shirt buttons were open and he looked edible, his lightly tanned skin glowing in the morning sun as he blinked sleep-filled eyes. I put the coffee mug down and pulled him into a warm embrace, softly kissing him good morning. He was warm, still, and sleepy soft, smelling like sweet dreams and himself, with the almost unrecognisable hint of Tropical Forest shampoo.
“Morning.” he mumbled against my neck and yawned before nuzzling deeper. He sighed deeply, exhaling a long puff of warm breath that made me shudder as it coursed down under my thin t-shirt and along my back. I smiled as he pulled back and poured himself his morning coffee, buttoning two buttons of the shirt and letting it slip down to reveal one tanned shoulder.
“Seeing something you like?” he asked in his husky voice as he leaned against the counter, smiling into his mug. Mutely, I nodded, and once again wondered how he could affect me the way he did, overwhelming my senses with his mere presence. It never ceased to amaze me how effortlessly he drew me in, making me lose control with something as simple as just one alluring look. Other men had never appealed to me in the same way Orlando did; he was different from all others, always had been. He was like a force of nature, a raging wind, rain pouring down, ever changing like the seasons and that made him unique.
“You’re teasing me, aren’t you, tormenting me with subtle hints - again?” I asked in a soft voice as I felt my resolve cracking a little. Orlando bit his lower lip and grinned while sipping his coffee again. When he had drained the last of the warm liquid, he put the empty mug down and looked at me with half-closed eyes, the smile playing on his lips. Needing to feel him near, I stood up and pulled him close before claiming his lips and I sighing happily as he clung to me and ran his hands down my spine, slipping his treacherous, talented fingers under the waistband of my boxers and making me melt inside.
“Is it working?” he whispered against my lips as his fingers teased their way up to the nape of my neck.
“You know it is,” I growled as I playfully bit his lip. He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly as he gazed at my face, his brown eyes impossibly expressive. Soft lips pressed onto mine, the gesture familiar, yet feeling new.
Over our years together, we learned to value the time given to us, showering each other with affection, cherishing the small things. We led busy lives, our chosen professions often pulling us apart, sending us to different continents, to places where the only way of staying in contact were e-mails and late night – or early morning – phone calls. Moments like this one were cherished, and we both grumbled a little it was broken by the ringing of my phone.
"I’m going to do the laundry," he mouthed at me as I flipped my cell phone open and answered. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek and a fond smile before walking out of the room, his stride just as graceful as it had been nine years ago. I felt myself falling a tiny bit more in love with him as he returned, carrying the full basket of our laundry against his hip, scratching his head near his left temple and making a strand of hair stick up as he descended the stairs and disappeared into the basement.
Love has always been a funny thing, having no beginning and no ending, being built with bits and pieces, of him and me, of conversations and shared things. It was what brought us together eventually, simple and true. A goodbye said at one time, in one place, could be seen as something final, but it could also be a second chance at happiness.
~*The End*~
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Date: 2009-03-07 07:39 pm (UTC)I love the way you set it years later to show they were still going strong.
Loved it :D
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Date: 2009-03-07 07:44 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for stopping by and leaving this comment. =D
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Date: 2009-03-07 10:55 pm (UTC)Anyway, thanks for stopping by. =D
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Date: 2009-03-09 09:43 pm (UTC)Thank you. =D