vigorli

Title: The guardian moon (1/1)
Author:

obvmluver
Beta::

gypsy33_66
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "Orlando. Are you awake?"
Warnings: Sappiness, fluff, whatever you want to call it
Disclaimer: Lies, lies, it's all lies.
Feedback: Would be appreciated.
A/N: This is, again, one of the silliest plotbunnies I've ever had. It was silly to begin with and stayed that way to the end.

Their separation had finally culminated in the purest and truest form of love
late last night. Now, the room was dark, only the moonlight sifting in through
the curtains highlighted the profiles of furniture in the room. The small candle
on the nightstand beside the bed had burned out long ago, surrounding them in the comfortable darkness.

"Orlando. Are you awake?" Viggo began, bringing his hand to touch the bare arm
of his lover.

"Mmmhmm." came the answer. Orlando's eyes were closed and his breathing was
even.

A long silence stretched over them and Viggo kept running his fingertips on the
arm, up and down. It had almost been to a month of phone calls, of loneliness and
real separation anxiety, driving them both crazy. It was strange how they were
able to breathe more freely when they were together, and being apart living seemed
to be too hard. Now, they were together again.

"I love you." Viggo whispered, not trusting his voice enough to speak it out loud. He
also felt it would have broken the feeling of the moment. Besides, his throat felt too
tight.

Orlando's eyes snapped open and he carefully observed the solemn expression on
Viggo's face, the worry lines and crow's feet at the corners of his eyes highlighted by
the moon. Scooting closer Orlando pressed his nose against Viggo's stubbled cheek
and sighed, smiling. Placing his warm hand on Viggo's shoulder he closed his eyes again.

"I love you, too." Orlando whispered and almost fell asleep but something, an
intuition or a hunch, made him pull back slightly and look at Viggo again.

"Something wrong?" he asked, out loud this time.

"Those three weeks apart got me thinking, that's all. And, I'm also trying to find my guts,"
Viggo answered, staring at the door of their bedroom. His answer was just as enigmatic
as Orlando had expected.

"Where would you need guts anyway, in the middle of the night?"

Another silence fell between them. Orlando had long ago learned to wait. Sometimes it
took minutes for Viggo to answer. He had, once again, nearly fallen asleep when Viggo
spoke up.

"Will you marry me?"

After the question had sunk in Orlando was wide awake. He was staring at Viggo with
wide eyes, mouth open. Viggo smiled at him a little shyly, sliding one finger under Orlando's jaw and gently pressing the mouth shut.

"Are you serious?" Orlando asked carefully, needing Viggo to verify the question.

"The days I spent alone felt longer and longer each day. I had plenty of time to think
things through and I realized I want it. I want to marry you. I know it's not legal and we
can't have a real ceremony, but I would die a happy man if I could say I gave you a
ring, held your hand and put it in place."

"You really are a silly man, Vig. I want to see you sliding that ring around my finger. As if there ever were any other option, you goof." Orlando said laughing and as if on cue, a big yawn escaped Viggo's lips.

"You worried so much over my answer you couldn't sleep?" Orlando asked, brushing a few stray locks of hair away from Viggo's eyes. The smile appearing on Viggo's face was sheepish and apologetic.

"Awww, you. You're too sweet." With that their lips met and they were both pulled into a
warm and unhurried kiss until Orlando's yawn broke it. Viggo caught it a second later.

Snuggling together, heads on the same pillow, they both fell asleep, dreaming about the days to
come and the years ahead. The moon bathed the couple in its silvery light, guarding their
sleep all the way into the morning.

~*The End*~