Don't Let Go (8/8)
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vigorliTitle: Don't Let Go
Author: me,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
invisible_dream
Pairing: V/O
Rating: NC17
Summary: how it all began...
Beta: the fabulouswillowwing *loves*
Disclaimer: not true; all fake; i'm a perv
A/N: thanks to this anime porn i watched for the idea; some of you might recognize it
I woke up in the middle of the night feeling as though something was off. Shifting my position a bit, but not wanting to open my eyes, I sought the warmth of my lover only to find that I was alone. No wonder I had woken up. Rolling onto my back, I slowly blinked my eyes open and rubbed the sleep from them. This was his apartment...he wouldn't just leave. Would he? Surely not after all we had just been through.
His alarm clock displayed "3:27." Way too early for breakfast.
With a slight groan, I climbed out of bed and pulled my boxers on. Opening the bedroom door, I checked down the hall. There were no lights on in the bathroom or his office.
That's when I noticed the light in the kitchen. What was he doing up at this hour? Quietly, I made my way down the hall towards the kitchen, stopping just outside the door. I peeked inside and softly sighed to myself. Orlando sat at the kitchen table, his sketchbook and a mug of tea close at hand, wearing only a pair of ratty sweats. He looked exhausted...beyond. He looked upset.
Was this when he worked? Forgetting about sleep completely? No wonder he preferred to meet at his place. Leaning against the wall, I sighed again. All those times I randomly showed up here to have him help me with my art, or just to be with him...they seemed so selfish now. He had work to do too. How could I forget that? But then...why did he let me in?
My head fell back against the wall with a soft "thud." Shit.
"Viggo?" I heard him ask.
"Yeah," I replied, walking just inside the doorway, leaning against the frame. "Sorry...I didn't mean to disturb you. I woke up and you were gone. I...uh...I was worried."
Orlando smiled and got up, stretching a bit. "It's okay. You can sit down if you want. I'll get you some tea. Sorry for worrying you. I just need to get this done. I'll be back to bed in a bit."
"Orlando, slow down. It's alright. I'll get the tea. You sit and work," I replied, making my way over to the stove. He was always rushing around, in speech and in life.
"No, it's fine really! I could use the break, Vig," he protested.
"And that's why you look as if your world will end if you don't finish whatever this sketch is by sunrise," I pointed out. He sighed tiredly and I instantly pulled him into my arms. "What's going on, Orli?"
"I just...two sculpture designs that I've been neglecting. I have the one done, but this second one is just...annoying," he admitted, snuggling closer in my embrace.
"Well...would you like some help?"
He pulled back a bit and gave me a funny look.
"I mean, I know I'm not into sculpting like you are, but...I dunno...maybe an extra pair of eyes could give you some help. See things a new way, perhaps?" I shrugged and ducked my head a bit. What a stupid idea.
"That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me," Orlando said softly. "No one has ever cared about my work, especially after they’ve already had my body."
I lifted my gaze to find him smiling at me lovingly. I couldn't help but smile back.
"I'll get the tea. You tell me about your project, okay?"
He smiled brighter and nodded. There was that smile I'd been looking for. Leaning in, I pulled him close to me and pressed my lips to his in a slow, tender kiss. Orlando melted in my arms with a soft whimper and happily returned the kiss, his tongue gently sweeping across mine as his hands tangled in my hair. My hands touched every inch of his exposed skin in the softest caresses imaginable. If I did nothing else for the rest of my life, I'd be perfectly content.
"I...I love you," Orlando whispered against my lips, lightly panting for air.
"I love you too."
~*~*~*~
"Viggo!"
I jump out of my reverie, dropping the paintbrush to the floor, sending bits of light blue paint scattering about. "What?"
Orlando giggles and shakes his head amusedly. "Where's your head, old man? You've been painting that same spot for the longest time. I think it's blue enough."
Painting? What? OH! Painting! Painting the living room! Painting the new house. That's what I'm supposed to be doing, not letting my mind wander all over the place. I grin sheepishly, feeling my cheeks blush a bit. "Sorry...just daydreaming." There's a spot of paint just below his bottom lip, and another above his left eyebrow. I wonder if he'll be annoyed if I get my camera and take a picture.
"Anything good?" he asks with a smile.
I chuckle lightly and grab his wrist, pulling him close. "Just about the best thing ever."
"I'm not having sex with you while there's paint about," he teases, poking me with the end of his brush. "We gotta get this done, Vig."
"What? You don't like it? I think it's kind of modern. We can be different," I reply, looking at the half finished walls.
"Viggo..." He warns.
"Orlando..." It's so much fun to tease him.
He stares at me seriously for a moment, lips pressed in a half-amused, half-annoyed line. With an overly dramatic sigh, he drops his brush on the tarp. "Why, oh why, did I get involved with a crazy artist like you?"
"Because I can make you scream just by kissing the back of your knees?"
"Mmm, never knew that spot was so sensitive," he muses as he wraps his arms around me.
"Care to find out what else is sensitive that you don't know about yet?" I suggest.
"I'm not going to win this debate am I?" he asks, already in the process of unbuttoning my jeans.
“Oh, I don’t know…I’d say we both won,” I answer, dragging him to the floor.
THE END
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to everyone who has read this story, thank you so much. especially to those of you who took time out to leave me a comment, even if it was just a smiley face. they meants a lot to me. i'm glad you all enjoyed it so much. *hugs you all*
Author: me,
invisible_dreamPairing: V/O
Rating: NC17
Summary: how it all began...
Beta: the fabulous
willowwing *loves*Disclaimer: not true; all fake; i'm a perv
A/N: thanks to this anime porn i watched for the idea; some of you might recognize it
I woke up in the middle of the night feeling as though something was off. Shifting my position a bit, but not wanting to open my eyes, I sought the warmth of my lover only to find that I was alone. No wonder I had woken up. Rolling onto my back, I slowly blinked my eyes open and rubbed the sleep from them. This was his apartment...he wouldn't just leave. Would he? Surely not after all we had just been through.
His alarm clock displayed "3:27." Way too early for breakfast.
With a slight groan, I climbed out of bed and pulled my boxers on. Opening the bedroom door, I checked down the hall. There were no lights on in the bathroom or his office.
That's when I noticed the light in the kitchen. What was he doing up at this hour? Quietly, I made my way down the hall towards the kitchen, stopping just outside the door. I peeked inside and softly sighed to myself. Orlando sat at the kitchen table, his sketchbook and a mug of tea close at hand, wearing only a pair of ratty sweats. He looked exhausted...beyond. He looked upset.
Was this when he worked? Forgetting about sleep completely? No wonder he preferred to meet at his place. Leaning against the wall, I sighed again. All those times I randomly showed up here to have him help me with my art, or just to be with him...they seemed so selfish now. He had work to do too. How could I forget that? But then...why did he let me in?
My head fell back against the wall with a soft "thud." Shit.
"Viggo?" I heard him ask.
"Yeah," I replied, walking just inside the doorway, leaning against the frame. "Sorry...I didn't mean to disturb you. I woke up and you were gone. I...uh...I was worried."
Orlando smiled and got up, stretching a bit. "It's okay. You can sit down if you want. I'll get you some tea. Sorry for worrying you. I just need to get this done. I'll be back to bed in a bit."
"Orlando, slow down. It's alright. I'll get the tea. You sit and work," I replied, making my way over to the stove. He was always rushing around, in speech and in life.
"No, it's fine really! I could use the break, Vig," he protested.
"And that's why you look as if your world will end if you don't finish whatever this sketch is by sunrise," I pointed out. He sighed tiredly and I instantly pulled him into my arms. "What's going on, Orli?"
"I just...two sculpture designs that I've been neglecting. I have the one done, but this second one is just...annoying," he admitted, snuggling closer in my embrace.
"Well...would you like some help?"
He pulled back a bit and gave me a funny look.
"I mean, I know I'm not into sculpting like you are, but...I dunno...maybe an extra pair of eyes could give you some help. See things a new way, perhaps?" I shrugged and ducked my head a bit. What a stupid idea.
"That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me," Orlando said softly. "No one has ever cared about my work, especially after they’ve already had my body."
I lifted my gaze to find him smiling at me lovingly. I couldn't help but smile back.
"I'll get the tea. You tell me about your project, okay?"
He smiled brighter and nodded. There was that smile I'd been looking for. Leaning in, I pulled him close to me and pressed my lips to his in a slow, tender kiss. Orlando melted in my arms with a soft whimper and happily returned the kiss, his tongue gently sweeping across mine as his hands tangled in my hair. My hands touched every inch of his exposed skin in the softest caresses imaginable. If I did nothing else for the rest of my life, I'd be perfectly content.
"I...I love you," Orlando whispered against my lips, lightly panting for air.
"I love you too."
~*~*~*~
"Viggo!"
I jump out of my reverie, dropping the paintbrush to the floor, sending bits of light blue paint scattering about. "What?"
Orlando giggles and shakes his head amusedly. "Where's your head, old man? You've been painting that same spot for the longest time. I think it's blue enough."
Painting? What? OH! Painting! Painting the living room! Painting the new house. That's what I'm supposed to be doing, not letting my mind wander all over the place. I grin sheepishly, feeling my cheeks blush a bit. "Sorry...just daydreaming." There's a spot of paint just below his bottom lip, and another above his left eyebrow. I wonder if he'll be annoyed if I get my camera and take a picture.
"Anything good?" he asks with a smile.
I chuckle lightly and grab his wrist, pulling him close. "Just about the best thing ever."
"I'm not having sex with you while there's paint about," he teases, poking me with the end of his brush. "We gotta get this done, Vig."
"What? You don't like it? I think it's kind of modern. We can be different," I reply, looking at the half finished walls.
"Viggo..." He warns.
"Orlando..." It's so much fun to tease him.
He stares at me seriously for a moment, lips pressed in a half-amused, half-annoyed line. With an overly dramatic sigh, he drops his brush on the tarp. "Why, oh why, did I get involved with a crazy artist like you?"
"Because I can make you scream just by kissing the back of your knees?"
"Mmm, never knew that spot was so sensitive," he muses as he wraps his arms around me.
"Care to find out what else is sensitive that you don't know about yet?" I suggest.
"I'm not going to win this debate am I?" he asks, already in the process of unbuttoning my jeans.
“Oh, I don’t know…I’d say we both won,” I answer, dragging him to the floor.
THE END
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to everyone who has read this story, thank you so much. especially to those of you who took time out to leave me a comment, even if it was just a smiley face. they meants a lot to me. i'm glad you all enjoyed it so much. *hugs you all*
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Date: 2006-08-22 03:12 pm (UTC)Loved the whole story, Beth. Perfect ending!
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Date: 2006-08-22 03:21 pm (UTC)but i'm glad you liked it all :D
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Date: 2006-08-22 05:34 pm (UTC)Still sniggering about this line!
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Date: 2006-08-22 06:16 pm (UTC)thank you sweetie. so glad you enjoyed the ride :D
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Date: 2006-08-23 03:43 am (UTC)Re: Don't Let Go (8/8)
Date: 2006-08-25 06:33 am (UTC)*Hugs*
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