The Heir and his Body Guard Chapter 2/20?
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vigorliTitle: The Heir and His Bodyguard Chapter 2/20?
Author: Vatulele
Rating: R
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Summary: AU Orlando is a young heir who escapes an arranged marriage to fulfill his dream in the Spanish countryside but Orlando’s parents send Viggo a highly trained guard of the kingdom to bring him home…but Orlando’s not having it.
Based on the book “The Virgin and her Bodyguard” by Mindy Neff
Feedback: Sure doesn't everyone like some?
Disclaimer: None of this is mine; the basic idea was taken from Mindy Neff and her novel.
"...It was what he was paid to do."
Orlando cautioned himself not to forget that Viggo was here only on Harry Bloom's orders if not for that, Viggo would be back home in England. Orlando made himself remember that, especially in leiu of these ridiculous fluttering sensations just his mere presense caused.
Orlando didn't wan't or need a partner. Period.
At last after twenty-nine years of rebelling against strict custom and a sheltered existence that had schoooled him to cater to what would be his role as Prince consort, his life was now full and exciting.
And free.
Viggo's unexpected appearance threatened his freedom. And that, he couldn't tolerate.
"You didn't come all the way from fucking England to play innuendo games with me I'm sure as hell of that."
"No."
"Then what the fuck do you want?"
"When did you get so vulgar? Anyway, your father has recieved a threat against his life and there is a possibility the danger could spill over onto you. I have been sent to bring you back."
He was afraid of that. Orlando dismissed the danger to himself with an airy wiggle of his fingers and a sarcastic 'ooooohhhh'. "If my father is in so much danger why are you here instead of guarding him?"
"I assigned Agent Bean to protect him while I traveled here to retrieve you. He is in good hands I assure you. And I'll be glad to add my own good hands to the job just as soon as you pack a bag." Viggo checked the platinum watch on his left wrist. "The jet is waiting at the airport."
"Then you better run along before you miss it."
He wasn't a man easily dismissed. Orlando should have remembered that from the days when he'd try to escape the family estate unescorted. He remembered it now though. Especially when Viggo advanced on him like a panther stalking its prey.
Like a true coward, Orlando shifted the baby in his arms, using him as a buffer. One of Viggo's light eyebrows arched, but he didn't stop his advance.
Orlando's heart pounded and his insides tumbled. Teenage fantasies teased him, embarrassed him. He'd watched Viggo plenty of times, from his window or from the corner of his eye as he'd fall into step beside him. He'd deliberately ducked him on more than one occasion in England. It had been a sport rife with sensuality, the sensuality being all on his part, how could handsome Viggo ever want Orlando?
Orlando could not duck him now. There was nowhere to run. Though he felt a deep seated urge to at least attempt to run, his feet did not heed the mental command.
Softly now, the music wound a spell around them. The air in the simple villa became charged with something...something musky...something he could not put a name to, had no experience with.
Viggo stopped infront of him, the warmth of his body carrying his unique scent right to Orlando's senses, turning his knees rubbery. His mouth went as dry as his deep, whiskey voice wrapped around him.
"You'll not always have little Milo to hide behind, Orli."
For the life of him, he coulnd't seem to look away from those penetrating blue eyes. He might not have a lot of experience with his own sex, but he knew a sexual threat when he heard one. That it had come from Viggo Mortensen held him rooted to the spot in astonishment. Possibilities flitted through his mind, scenarious that sent his blood pulsing through his veins so fast, so hot, he felt dizzy.
There had been a time when he would have given anything to have Viggo Mortensen look at him just like this, a time when he imagined him to be his knight, his savior who'd rescue him from the smothering influence of his family, who'd climb the tower walls from the climbing vines and ivy and declare his intentions. But that was a lifetime ago. He was a different person now. His own person.
He saw Viggo's gaze shift, saw heat and purpose as he focused on his mouth. Breath suspended in his lungs. Yes! he wanted to shout. Do it!
Baby Milo let out a squeal that broke the spell, reaching his little fur covered arms in the direction of the door.
Horrified by his thoughts, especially with a baby in his arms, Orlando jumped back from Viggo knowing good and well there was a guilty flush to his olive toned cheeks.
A fact that was confirmed by Liv Tyler's dancing edpresion. "Perdoname. Am I interrupting something?"
Orlando stepped around Viggo and moved toward Milo's young mother. "No." he said, pleased that his voice actually wored. Whatever had passed between him and Viggo a moment ago had sent hm into a serious mental break down. "I'm done shooting for the day. The light isn't right anymore, but I have enough photos for this segment." Undoing the costume fastenings, he slipped the fur suit off the baby and buddled the warm infant before passing him to his mother.
"Who is the stranger in Armani?" Liv whispered with a conspiring smile. The neighbors were always trying to fix Orlando up and desparied that he did not seem interested.
"An acquaintance from my country." Orlando replied.
"He has the look of a hungry suitor to me."
Orlando arched his brow. "You've been arround your paistrys for too long if you must characterize everyone as being hungry."
"That is not the type of hunger I meant."
Orlando stared at his friend blankly for a momoent. A possible meaning jelled into his brain, but he didn't dare look at Viggo to see if he was right. Instead he pretended innocence. "He's probably just tired from his flight. But starving or not, he is only an aquaintance."
"Oh, you are alays so evasive. Kirsten and I will pull the details outo f you later, I think."
"There aren't any details to pull." He'd known Viggo would cause a stir in town. And she'd known that Liv and Kirsten, the owners of the bakery next door, would want to know the full story. He hadn't known he'd create so much havoc with is hormones.
"Well, we'll see," Liv said with an impish grin. "He is quite a specimen."
Next chapter up soon, thanks for reading!
Orlando cautioned himself not to forget that Viggo was here only on Harry Bloom's orders if not for that, Viggo would be back home in England. Orlando made himself remember that, especially in leiu of these ridiculous fluttering sensations just his mere presense caused.
Orlando didn't wan't or need a partner. Period.
At last after twenty-nine years of rebelling against strict custom and a sheltered existence that had schoooled him to cater to what would be his role as Prince consort, his life was now full and exciting.
And free.
Viggo's unexpected appearance threatened his freedom. And that, he couldn't tolerate.
"You didn't come all the way from fucking England to play innuendo games with me I'm sure as hell of that."
"No."
"Then what the fuck do you want?"
"When did you get so vulgar? Anyway, your father has recieved a threat against his life and there is a possibility the danger could spill over onto you. I have been sent to bring you back."
He was afraid of that. Orlando dismissed the danger to himself with an airy wiggle of his fingers and a sarcastic 'ooooohhhh'. "If my father is in so much danger why are you here instead of guarding him?"
"I assigned Agent Bean to protect him while I traveled here to retrieve you. He is in good hands I assure you. And I'll be glad to add my own good hands to the job just as soon as you pack a bag." Viggo checked the platinum watch on his left wrist. "The jet is waiting at the airport."
"Then you better run along before you miss it."
He wasn't a man easily dismissed. Orlando should have remembered that from the days when he'd try to escape the family estate unescorted. He remembered it now though. Especially when Viggo advanced on him like a panther stalking its prey.
Like a true coward, Orlando shifted the baby in his arms, using him as a buffer. One of Viggo's light eyebrows arched, but he didn't stop his advance.
Orlando's heart pounded and his insides tumbled. Teenage fantasies teased him, embarrassed him. He'd watched Viggo plenty of times, from his window or from the corner of his eye as he'd fall into step beside him. He'd deliberately ducked him on more than one occasion in England. It had been a sport rife with sensuality, the sensuality being all on his part, how could handsome Viggo ever want Orlando?
Orlando could not duck him now. There was nowhere to run. Though he felt a deep seated urge to at least attempt to run, his feet did not heed the mental command.
Softly now, the music wound a spell around them. The air in the simple villa became charged with something...something musky...something he could not put a name to, had no experience with.
Viggo stopped infront of him, the warmth of his body carrying his unique scent right to Orlando's senses, turning his knees rubbery. His mouth went as dry as his deep, whiskey voice wrapped around him.
"You'll not always have little Milo to hide behind, Orli."
For the life of him, he coulnd't seem to look away from those penetrating blue eyes. He might not have a lot of experience with his own sex, but he knew a sexual threat when he heard one. That it had come from Viggo Mortensen held him rooted to the spot in astonishment. Possibilities flitted through his mind, scenarious that sent his blood pulsing through his veins so fast, so hot, he felt dizzy.
There had been a time when he would have given anything to have Viggo Mortensen look at him just like this, a time when he imagined him to be his knight, his savior who'd rescue him from the smothering influence of his family, who'd climb the tower walls from the climbing vines and ivy and declare his intentions. But that was a lifetime ago. He was a different person now. His own person.
He saw Viggo's gaze shift, saw heat and purpose as he focused on his mouth. Breath suspended in his lungs. Yes! he wanted to shout. Do it!
Baby Milo let out a squeal that broke the spell, reaching his little fur covered arms in the direction of the door.
Horrified by his thoughts, especially with a baby in his arms, Orlando jumped back from Viggo knowing good and well there was a guilty flush to his olive toned cheeks.
A fact that was confirmed by Liv Tyler's dancing edpresion. "Perdoname. Am I interrupting something?"
Orlando stepped around Viggo and moved toward Milo's young mother. "No." he said, pleased that his voice actually wored. Whatever had passed between him and Viggo a moment ago had sent hm into a serious mental break down. "I'm done shooting for the day. The light isn't right anymore, but I have enough photos for this segment." Undoing the costume fastenings, he slipped the fur suit off the baby and buddled the warm infant before passing him to his mother.
"Who is the stranger in Armani?" Liv whispered with a conspiring smile. The neighbors were always trying to fix Orlando up and desparied that he did not seem interested.
"An acquaintance from my country." Orlando replied.
"He has the look of a hungry suitor to me."
Orlando arched his brow. "You've been arround your paistrys for too long if you must characterize everyone as being hungry."
"That is not the type of hunger I meant."
Orlando stared at his friend blankly for a momoent. A possible meaning jelled into his brain, but he didn't dare look at Viggo to see if he was right. Instead he pretended innocence. "He's probably just tired from his flight. But starving or not, he is only an aquaintance."
"Oh, you are alays so evasive. Kirsten and I will pull the details outo f you later, I think."
"There aren't any details to pull." He'd known Viggo would cause a stir in town. And she'd known that Liv and Kirsten, the owners of the bakery next door, would want to know the full story. He hadn't known he'd create so much havoc with is hormones.
"Well, we'll see," Liv said with an impish grin. "He is quite a specimen."
Next chapter up soon, thanks for reading!
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Date: 2006-11-28 05:33 pm (UTC)I hope you don't mind if I point out a few typos.
A fact that was confirmed by Liv Tyler's dancing edpresion (expression).
"No." he said, pleased that his voice actually wored (worked). Whatever had passed between him and Viggo a moment ago had sent hm (him)
...he slipped the fur suit off the baby and buddled (bundled)
"You've been arround (around) your paistrys (pastries)
Kirsten and I will pull the details outo f (out of)
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Date: 2006-11-29 05:16 am (UTC)Glad you liked it!