Love is a bit crazy.
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vigorliTitle: Love Is A Bit Crazy
Type: RPS
Pairings: V/O
Rating: PG - suggestions of sex and written nudity
Warning: This story could be considered sweet. And it is the first V/O story I've written. I could have made mistakes via canon.
Beta: None - because my normal beta is moving and doesn't have time to go over my stories.
Disclaimer: This really didn't happen at least to my knowledge.
Summary: Love can make a person a bit crazy.
He’s heard that love makes a person a bit crazy. If it’s true, then he’s been in love since the moment he saw Viggo. Or maybe it’s even before that he knew Viggo existed. Maybe he was born to love Viggo.
His Mum told him when he was younger that he would just know love when it happened to him. It wouldn’t be a rush of lust or even him being star struck by beauty. She said it would be much more than that. One day he would just look up and just know that this other person would complete him. It would be when their souls met and connected.
He remembers that he wanted to laugh back then. It was just too cliche. Too much of a fairy tale. Too unreal.
Now? He’s not so sure. Maybe something did connect in the moment they met. Or maybe he just lost every rational thinking brain cell that he ever owned in that moment. He can’t remember his first meeting with Viggo. It’s all a blur. Take away educated actor and replace with frantic teen fan with a crush is all that he can remember.
He must have not embarrassed himself too badly, because no one ever teased him about it. He does remember the early days though and for that he did get teased. Like an overgrown puppy dog sitting at his master’s feet is how he was. Soaking up the intensity. The talent. Anything. Always Viggo being so good about it. Taking the time out to explain. To talk. To show.
Slowly he had calmed down. Talked to Viggo about their shared interests. Different types of photography. Color pictures versus black and white. Which cameras were better. Developing techniques. Sculpting and painting. Creating something out of nothing. Even taking a rare two days off to go on an artistic photography hike. Which lead to a first kiss.
He can still remember that kiss. It was everything a first kiss should be. So gentle and timid that it took his breath away. A tease...a question... How could he say no? The second kiss he remembers even better. The bark of the tree scratching at his back. The give and take. A hand, so warm, around his neck, cradling it. The other hand on his hip. One of his hands wrapped in silky hair and the other on a beard roughened cheek.
A second kiss led to a third, which led to a fourth, and another and another. The kisses led to clothes being removed. Nudity led to them on the ground, panting and moving, trying desperately to find fulfilment against each other’s skin. When they did, it was like finding a piece of heaven. Seeing fireworks. Or a thousand other cliche moments. It was then that he knew he was in love and a little bit crazy.
The crazy moments came afterwards. They had rested too long and was now stuck in the woods in the dark. With no flashlight. Luckily Viggo’s flash on his camera still worked, as they tried using the flash to find the way back. It was impossible, as they stumbled over rocks and fallen tree limbs. Really not so great for a Ranger and an elf. So, in their best interest, they sat down and waited for the sun, snuggled together, holding hands while dozing.
The next day, he called his sister and his Mum and told him that he was in love. His sister couldn’t believe that he had made out in a forest. He could hear his Mum’s smile in her voice as she told him that she was happy for him. He smiles too, because he’s happy.
He’s still happy. With all the ups and downs, the relationship is still going. It hasn’t been easy by anyone’s idea. He’s spent far too many nights alone in bed, with a phone tucked close to his ear or in front of him. Cell phones are a wonderful invention with their little cameras. So, big deal if the picture isn’t the best quality, it’s just another way to connect. And really, who cares about the quality, when he knows the reality and feel of Viggo’s skin.
But the distance between the two of them does make it that much sweeter when they finally come together. When skin touches skin. When the history of their kisses repeats, starting with that very first kiss to every single kiss they’ve shared with each other since. When the world stops for just that one incredible moment and there is no one else, but just them two. When it feels like heaven all over again.
There is love and craziness in the quiet moments, where the love overshadows the craziness. The holding hands in the bed right before dawn in their not quite sleep, but not quite awake stage. The sitting at the breakfast table and drinking tea and just absorbing the day’s beginning and the easy silence between the two of them. The piling on the couch with Henry to watch some movie that they just have to see on DVD and feeling like a family. The look across the room and feeling like they’ve been here in that one twinkling of time in thousands of lifetimes in the past and the future.
There is love and craziness also in the frantic, hectic, and terrible moments, when it seems there is more craziness than love. When he’s trying to pack everything and everything seems to be lost or hiding from him. When the car to pick him up is outside waiting and there is the need for just one more kiss, one more touch to see him through another too many weeks or months, with all the time apart seeming like it will be forever. When the insecurities of life get to be too much and they are in other rooms of the house trying to figure out why the other one is with them. When words have been spoken that can’t be taken back and tears are in their eyes. When they share salty kisses and whisper to each other how very sorry they are.
There is that strange swirl of love and craziness in every single second of every single minute. So, maybe his love for Viggo and Viggo’s love for him has made him a bit crazy. When it all seems to be too much. With the times he’s had to bite his tongue so he doesn’t betray their secrets. When he gets that call from his PR people that maybe he shouldn’t have reverted back to that teen fan boy with a crush with interviewers and gushed so much about Viggo and now his awkward words will appear in magazines. When he’s torn between wanting to tell the world of his love and shutting the door and keeping the world out.
But all the craziness is worth it. With Viggo’s smile. When he hears Viggo’s whispers of love in his ear, when he’s right at that edge of discovering paradise again. With every single moment he gets to share with this passionate intense crazy man who just somehow completes him. So, maybe his Mum was right with her soul connecting love theory.
He wants to believe in that theory, but there is a part of him that can’t. Because there are those days that he doesn’t want to pinch himself, deathly afraid that he might wake up and this all be a dream. There are those days that he wakes up gasping, reaching out for Viggo, scared that his reality is that he is alone. Scared that he’s not gonna be enough for Viggo.
Then maybe that’s just how love is. All Orlando knows that he’ll take it anyway it comes. At least, just as long as Viggo is there with him.
Type: RPS
Pairings: V/O
Rating: PG - suggestions of sex and written nudity
Warning: This story could be considered sweet. And it is the first V/O story I've written. I could have made mistakes via canon.
Beta: None - because my normal beta is moving and doesn't have time to go over my stories.
Disclaimer: This really didn't happen at least to my knowledge.
Summary: Love can make a person a bit crazy.
He’s heard that love makes a person a bit crazy. If it’s true, then he’s been in love since the moment he saw Viggo. Or maybe it’s even before that he knew Viggo existed. Maybe he was born to love Viggo.
His Mum told him when he was younger that he would just know love when it happened to him. It wouldn’t be a rush of lust or even him being star struck by beauty. She said it would be much more than that. One day he would just look up and just know that this other person would complete him. It would be when their souls met and connected.
He remembers that he wanted to laugh back then. It was just too cliche. Too much of a fairy tale. Too unreal.
Now? He’s not so sure. Maybe something did connect in the moment they met. Or maybe he just lost every rational thinking brain cell that he ever owned in that moment. He can’t remember his first meeting with Viggo. It’s all a blur. Take away educated actor and replace with frantic teen fan with a crush is all that he can remember.
He must have not embarrassed himself too badly, because no one ever teased him about it. He does remember the early days though and for that he did get teased. Like an overgrown puppy dog sitting at his master’s feet is how he was. Soaking up the intensity. The talent. Anything. Always Viggo being so good about it. Taking the time out to explain. To talk. To show.
Slowly he had calmed down. Talked to Viggo about their shared interests. Different types of photography. Color pictures versus black and white. Which cameras were better. Developing techniques. Sculpting and painting. Creating something out of nothing. Even taking a rare two days off to go on an artistic photography hike. Which lead to a first kiss.
He can still remember that kiss. It was everything a first kiss should be. So gentle and timid that it took his breath away. A tease...a question... How could he say no? The second kiss he remembers even better. The bark of the tree scratching at his back. The give and take. A hand, so warm, around his neck, cradling it. The other hand on his hip. One of his hands wrapped in silky hair and the other on a beard roughened cheek.
A second kiss led to a third, which led to a fourth, and another and another. The kisses led to clothes being removed. Nudity led to them on the ground, panting and moving, trying desperately to find fulfilment against each other’s skin. When they did, it was like finding a piece of heaven. Seeing fireworks. Or a thousand other cliche moments. It was then that he knew he was in love and a little bit crazy.
The crazy moments came afterwards. They had rested too long and was now stuck in the woods in the dark. With no flashlight. Luckily Viggo’s flash on his camera still worked, as they tried using the flash to find the way back. It was impossible, as they stumbled over rocks and fallen tree limbs. Really not so great for a Ranger and an elf. So, in their best interest, they sat down and waited for the sun, snuggled together, holding hands while dozing.
The next day, he called his sister and his Mum and told him that he was in love. His sister couldn’t believe that he had made out in a forest. He could hear his Mum’s smile in her voice as she told him that she was happy for him. He smiles too, because he’s happy.
He’s still happy. With all the ups and downs, the relationship is still going. It hasn’t been easy by anyone’s idea. He’s spent far too many nights alone in bed, with a phone tucked close to his ear or in front of him. Cell phones are a wonderful invention with their little cameras. So, big deal if the picture isn’t the best quality, it’s just another way to connect. And really, who cares about the quality, when he knows the reality and feel of Viggo’s skin.
But the distance between the two of them does make it that much sweeter when they finally come together. When skin touches skin. When the history of their kisses repeats, starting with that very first kiss to every single kiss they’ve shared with each other since. When the world stops for just that one incredible moment and there is no one else, but just them two. When it feels like heaven all over again.
There is love and craziness in the quiet moments, where the love overshadows the craziness. The holding hands in the bed right before dawn in their not quite sleep, but not quite awake stage. The sitting at the breakfast table and drinking tea and just absorbing the day’s beginning and the easy silence between the two of them. The piling on the couch with Henry to watch some movie that they just have to see on DVD and feeling like a family. The look across the room and feeling like they’ve been here in that one twinkling of time in thousands of lifetimes in the past and the future.
There is love and craziness also in the frantic, hectic, and terrible moments, when it seems there is more craziness than love. When he’s trying to pack everything and everything seems to be lost or hiding from him. When the car to pick him up is outside waiting and there is the need for just one more kiss, one more touch to see him through another too many weeks or months, with all the time apart seeming like it will be forever. When the insecurities of life get to be too much and they are in other rooms of the house trying to figure out why the other one is with them. When words have been spoken that can’t be taken back and tears are in their eyes. When they share salty kisses and whisper to each other how very sorry they are.
There is that strange swirl of love and craziness in every single second of every single minute. So, maybe his love for Viggo and Viggo’s love for him has made him a bit crazy. When it all seems to be too much. With the times he’s had to bite his tongue so he doesn’t betray their secrets. When he gets that call from his PR people that maybe he shouldn’t have reverted back to that teen fan boy with a crush with interviewers and gushed so much about Viggo and now his awkward words will appear in magazines. When he’s torn between wanting to tell the world of his love and shutting the door and keeping the world out.
But all the craziness is worth it. With Viggo’s smile. When he hears Viggo’s whispers of love in his ear, when he’s right at that edge of discovering paradise again. With every single moment he gets to share with this passionate intense crazy man who just somehow completes him. So, maybe his Mum was right with her soul connecting love theory.
He wants to believe in that theory, but there is a part of him that can’t. Because there are those days that he doesn’t want to pinch himself, deathly afraid that he might wake up and this all be a dream. There are those days that he wakes up gasping, reaching out for Viggo, scared that his reality is that he is alone. Scared that he’s not gonna be enough for Viggo.
Then maybe that’s just how love is. All Orlando knows that he’ll take it anyway it comes. At least, just as long as Viggo is there with him.
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Date: 2005-06-16 01:25 pm (UTC)I wanted to leave the details of the camera phone bit vague, because it's just more sensual to leave out details at times. Though I could imagine Viggo carrying around a pic on his camera phone of Orlando's foot, just because it appealled to him in some artistic sense. Orlando carrying around a picture of Viggo's hand because of all the things that he likes Viggo's hand to do. :)
*blush* Thank you for your kind comment about the first paragraph. Sometimes I find that the hardest part to write.