Pygmalion 17/17

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Author: zebraljb
Rating: G to NC17
Disclaimer: It's done. And it's still fake.
Note: Thanks to everyone with the feedback and all. *blush*



"How do I look?" Elijah asked Orlando. Orlando eyed him critically.

"Pretty damn good." Elijah wore a pair of black jeans and a nice blue shirt that brought out his eyes. "She's gonna love you all over again."

"I hope so." Elijah smoothed down the shirt. "I think I'll leave a bit early, if you don't mind...I want to get her some flowers."

"Good idea," Orlando agreed. "I'm gonna take a shower and get dressed. I'll meet you there."


"The last name is Wood," Viggo told the host, slightly nervous in his blue jeans and dark green blazer.

"Of course, sir. You're the first to arrive." The host picked up a menu and led Viggo to the table.

"This isn't right," Viggo said. "We needed a table for three."

"I'm sure Mr. Wood said two, sir," the host said. "Why don't we fix this problem once the rest of your group arrives?"

"Fine," Viggo said, sighing as he sat down. "I'll take a glass of the house red wine." The host nodded and walked away. Viggo drummed his fingers on the table, wondering what Elijah's mother would be like.


"The reservation is under Wood," Orlando said.

“Yes, sir. Someone has already arrived." The host began to walk to a table in the corner. Orlando froze as a very familiar head came into view.

"Uh, are you sure that's my table?"

"Yes," the host said. Orlando could only follow him, or end up looking like an idiot. "Here you are."

Viggo looked up and his mouth dropped open. "Orlando?"

"Can I get you something to drink, sir?" The host asked Orlando.

"Vodka and cranberry juice, light on the juice," Orland said weakly, sitting down. He stared at Viggo for a moment. "What are you doing here?"

"Elijah said he didn't feel right seeing his mother alone, and called me to come along," Viggo said finally.

"That's what he told me," Orlando replied.

Viggo couldn't help but smile a little. "What a matchmaker."

Orlando stared at his silverware as the waiter set down his glass. "Ready to order, gentlemen?"

“I'll need a few more minutes," Viggo said. The waiter nodded and left. "So...you've been okay?"

"Look, Viggo, let's not do this. It's..." Orlando couldn't finish. Viggo looked so handsome and polite, NOT the type of man who'd end up with a prostitute. "It's not gonna work."

"Why not?" Viggo couldn't take his eyes off Orlando. He wore jeans and a dark red shirt that brought out his eyes. "Look, I made a mistake with the painting. I should have asked your permission first. Elijah's especially."

"It's not the painting!" Orlando snapped. "I'm a whore," he said in a low voice. "You're an artist who's going places. I'm not..."

"Good enough for me?" Viggo finished. Orlando simply nodded. "Orli, I love you. Where did you miss that part? I loved you when you were a whore, as you so rudely call yourself. I loved you when you were working for Dom in a real job. I STILL love you, even as you sit there belittling yourself to me. All you're doing is criticizing my taste." Orlando opened his mouth, and then closed it. "I think I have damn good taste." Viggo reached over and took Orlando's hand, not even caring who saw. "You're my inspiration."

Orlando's fingers trembled. "Viggo..." he whispered, desperately wanting everything that Viggo was offering. "I'm scared."

"I'll take care of you," Viggo said softly.

"Are you two ready?" The waiter asked almost impatiently.

Viggo never took his eyes off of Orlando's face. "We'll take the check."


Orlando allowed Viggo to peel away his clothes, though he still felt nervous and unsure. "Relax," Viggo whispered. He bent Orlando back and gently laid him on his bed. "I won't let you go."


Four hours later, as they dozed in Viggo's large bed, the ringing of the phone startled them. "Yes?" Viggo snapped.

"Didn't your mother teach you phone etiquette?"

"Elijah?" Viggo asked, sitting up. Orlando snapped awake and grabbed the phone, sitting up as well.

"Damn you, you little twerp! I can't BELIEVE you set us up like that! I should wring your pale little neck!"

"Orli, where ARE you?"

"In bed with Viggo," Orlando said before he thought. "I mean..."

Elijah laughed. "And you're mad at me?"

"No," Orlando said. "Thank you, 'Lij."

"Ask how it went with his mother, you selfish twit," Viggo whispered, poking Orlando in the thigh.

"Tell him it's fine," Elijah said before Orlando could speak. "How about I bring her over in a few hours, and you can meet her?"

"Tell him that's fine," Viggo said.

"Do the two of you want to just talk to each other?" Orlando snapped. Elijah laughed and hung up.

Viggo lay back down, pulling Orlando with him. He kissed Orlando's forehead.

"I like happy endings," Viggo said.

"Me, too," Orlando said, snuggling into Viggo's embrace.

THE END