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vigorliShort ficlet
Title: Think of Me
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blueluthien and wankers_fate
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: Rated R
Disclaimer: We do not know these two men personally, so we are not making any claims on their sexuality.
They belong to themselves.
This is only the product of two pervy minds.
We wish it was true, though.
Hmm, maybe it is not that far-fetched, either. :-)
Beta:bluetears07, partial editing.
Note: It is Viggo´s POV.
Thank you Julia,wankers_fate for being my partner in crime, and sharing my infinite love for the boys!
Love you!
The flashes of the cameras momentarily rendered me sightless, creating a white void into which images flew in a constant stream. The images in turn played back the sequence of events that had me standing there, looking happy. After a long night of roaming senselessly, finding myself lost in your skin again, inebriated by your sea and desert heat scents; I woke with a start, panting.
My eyes opened, the light reflecting off the crisp white linen turning the world hazy. The first thing I realized was the arm draped around me, holding me close as if never to let go. The warm entangled limbs refused to let go of each other as they recognized what had been missing for too long. They spasmed and held on tighter, asking the daylight to wait patiently before we grew old too soon. Glancing up at the clock with its little illuminated red numbers, I saw that was far past time to go. All I wanted to do was to spend eternity there, in bed with you. All I wanted was for time to stop, to leave me there in your arms, forever. All I wanted was to stay there, limbs entangled, emotions content and watch you greet the morning, with all your beauty.
The phone rang then, once, twice, stubbornly. Your hand reached out to hold mine back, and your voice urged me to make love to you again, with eyes that dared to make the Ancient Gods kneel down at your feet. I wanted to throw the phone off the window, but I ended up picking it up as you frowned. Your hand reached over to hang up the phone but the look on my face stopped you. It was an important call, it was the call that told me if I didn`t get downstairs soon they would be hard pressed to cover my absence. Just the look of realization of the fact that I had to leave you was enough to make my heart melt a million times over, and become a puddle at your feet.
That phone call woke me up, dashing the sleep from my eyes; I groggily made my way to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and wondered if you would like to join me. I discarded the option knowing where it would lead and the fact that I had no time. The time passed in a flash, bouncing around the room, looking for whatever clothes I could find first. It just so happened that what I first laid my hands on were your favorite pair of jeans that you had been wearing the night before. They still smelled like you, that unique sent clinging to the baggy material. I decided to wear them so I could be reminded of you during the entire time we had to be parted.
I rushed into the elevator, and then ran outside to meet with my colleagues for the photo call, but not before kissing your mouth passionately and saving the flavor on my lips. You said: "Think of me." I thought: How could I not think of you every minute!
Burning under the morning sun over the Mediterranean, I felt drops of sweat running down my torso as I tried to keep smiling for the cameras. I felt the Denim texture pressing against my butt, crotch and legs, seducing my aching flesh. I felt so tight, as my arousal rejoiced with your smell buried deep. I kept smiling. No one would ever imagine that I was smiling because of you.
Later, with bare feet over the fresh lawn, I walked around while holding a glass of champagne. I soon started blushing, as I felt the tightness under my, your pants, getting under control. People passed me by and greeted me, but as noon approached, I no longer paid attention to anything except the fire bow on the horizon, where I could see your smile drawn from the sunbeams. I heard your voice in my mind, saying: "Think of me." My hand reached into the left pocket and found a piece of paper containing the words: "Soulmates Never Die", that I had written down and handed you the first time we kissed. "How could I not", I thought to myself, smiling widely back at you.
Title: Think of Me
Authors:
blueluthien and wankers_fatePairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: Rated R
Disclaimer: We do not know these two men personally, so we are not making any claims on their sexuality.
They belong to themselves.
This is only the product of two pervy minds.
We wish it was true, though.
Hmm, maybe it is not that far-fetched, either. :-)
Beta:
bluetears07, partial editing.Note: It is Viggo´s POV.
Thank you Julia,
wankers_fate for being my partner in crime, and sharing my infinite love for the boys!Love you!
The flashes of the cameras momentarily rendered me sightless, creating a white void into which images flew in a constant stream. The images in turn played back the sequence of events that had me standing there, looking happy. After a long night of roaming senselessly, finding myself lost in your skin again, inebriated by your sea and desert heat scents; I woke with a start, panting.
My eyes opened, the light reflecting off the crisp white linen turning the world hazy. The first thing I realized was the arm draped around me, holding me close as if never to let go. The warm entangled limbs refused to let go of each other as they recognized what had been missing for too long. They spasmed and held on tighter, asking the daylight to wait patiently before we grew old too soon. Glancing up at the clock with its little illuminated red numbers, I saw that was far past time to go. All I wanted to do was to spend eternity there, in bed with you. All I wanted was for time to stop, to leave me there in your arms, forever. All I wanted was to stay there, limbs entangled, emotions content and watch you greet the morning, with all your beauty.
The phone rang then, once, twice, stubbornly. Your hand reached out to hold mine back, and your voice urged me to make love to you again, with eyes that dared to make the Ancient Gods kneel down at your feet. I wanted to throw the phone off the window, but I ended up picking it up as you frowned. Your hand reached over to hang up the phone but the look on my face stopped you. It was an important call, it was the call that told me if I didn`t get downstairs soon they would be hard pressed to cover my absence. Just the look of realization of the fact that I had to leave you was enough to make my heart melt a million times over, and become a puddle at your feet.
That phone call woke me up, dashing the sleep from my eyes; I groggily made my way to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and wondered if you would like to join me. I discarded the option knowing where it would lead and the fact that I had no time. The time passed in a flash, bouncing around the room, looking for whatever clothes I could find first. It just so happened that what I first laid my hands on were your favorite pair of jeans that you had been wearing the night before. They still smelled like you, that unique sent clinging to the baggy material. I decided to wear them so I could be reminded of you during the entire time we had to be parted.
I rushed into the elevator, and then ran outside to meet with my colleagues for the photo call, but not before kissing your mouth passionately and saving the flavor on my lips. You said: "Think of me." I thought: How could I not think of you every minute!
Burning under the morning sun over the Mediterranean, I felt drops of sweat running down my torso as I tried to keep smiling for the cameras. I felt the Denim texture pressing against my butt, crotch and legs, seducing my aching flesh. I felt so tight, as my arousal rejoiced with your smell buried deep. I kept smiling. No one would ever imagine that I was smiling because of you.
Later, with bare feet over the fresh lawn, I walked around while holding a glass of champagne. I soon started blushing, as I felt the tightness under my, your pants, getting under control. People passed me by and greeted me, but as noon approached, I no longer paid attention to anything except the fire bow on the horizon, where I could see your smile drawn from the sunbeams. I heard your voice in my mind, saying: "Think of me." My hand reached into the left pocket and found a piece of paper containing the words: "Soulmates Never Die", that I had written down and handed you the first time we kissed. "How could I not", I thought to myself, smiling widely back at you.
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Date: 2005-05-31 02:36 pm (UTC)Please, you darlign girls, you have to write more together!! I absolutely positively adored this piece. There were such brilliant details there, not to mention the hot reactions that took place in me at the thought of Viggo's thoughts about Orli... And Orli having kept that piece of paper in his pocket melted me inot a puddle. <33
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Date: 2005-05-31 02:40 pm (UTC)I am so glad that you loved it!
Your opinion means the whole world to me.
*Clings to you and loves you for life*
~Ana
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Date: 2005-05-31 06:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-31 07:00 pm (UTC)So glad you liked it that very much!
*Huggles*
All my love
~Ana