Snow Angel
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vigorliTitle: Snow Angel
Author: Bee
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: VigOrli
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piximyr
Summary: Snow angels
Dedication:piximyr - the most incredible, amazing friend anyone could possibly be graced with. I love you sweetie.
White for as far as the eye could see, pristine, unbroken except for the rich dark brown of tree trunks and the lush green of tall aged pines.
Orlando smiled, he and Viggo had planned on spending a few days in the cabin alone and then return to 'the real' world. The snowstorms of the past few days put an end to those plans. Luckily, Viggo, the eternal 'boy scout' was well prepared. The cabin had enough food to last for months; the wood shed attached to the back of the cabin was stacked to the roof with cords of chopped wood. In one corner were the three - yes, three, not one or two, but three back up generators for when power failed.
Wiping the last mug from their mid-morning snack, Orlando noticed a movement at the corner of the house; peering out the window, he spotted Viggo. "What is that crazy man up to now?" His lover was dragging something large and dark across the thigh deep snow...tarp! A thick plastic tarp was spread across the ground then Viggo disappeared again.
Shaking his head in resignation, acceptance that he'd never fully understand Viggo's mind, Orlando moved into the living room and the wonderfully fragrant fire. Cuddling up into the large armchair - the same one he and the older man always sat together in, the younger brunette picked up his book and flipped it open to the correct page.
An hour later when Viggo entered by the back door into the mudroom, the house was silent and a bit chilly - or maybe that was because he'd been outside so long. Pulling his sodden outer clothing off, he quickly moved into the kitchen and closed the connecting door. On sock covered feet, he walked toward the fireplace for a bit of heat, and smiled at the riot of dark hair that draped over the arm of their chair. Orlando was fast asleep, the book still held in his hands.
Building up the fire, Viggo sat before it, reveling in the sweet warmth, content to listen to the soft snores from his lover. Scooting back, he rested against the chair, Orlando's knee resting near his shoulder. Taking the book from boneless fingers, blue eyes skimmed the page; Orlando's reading material always surprised Viggo. Sometimes it was romances of all things, but as the younger man explained, he used those to numb his mind so he could sleep - and yes, in bed is where he did read those - when they weren't occupied doing other things. This one however was on the Greek astronomer Claudius Ptolemy and his life and accomplishments. Marking the page, Viggo placed it on the floor and dropped his head onto Orlando's knee.
A sleep-roughened voice broke the comforting silence. "Hey babe, when'd you come in?"
"Maybe an hour ago angel, didn't want to disturb your sleep."
Stretching, Orlando moved his leg so it wrapped around Viggo's face, earning him a 'bite' on the calve muscle. A squeaking giggle escaped him as he gently swatted the back of Viggo's head.
"Bastard." There was no heat in the word, and both knew it was a loving tease.
"Babe, lets go outside okay?"
"Vig, didn't you get enough before?" Turning in the chair, Orlando managed to sit up, Viggo's back between his knees. Leaning forward he pulled the older man's head back and kissed him, slow and sweet.
"It's beautiful now, come on, share that with me?"
Orlando knew he would, and debated with himself about playing reluctant - but the heated, desire filled look from Viggo decided that for him. "Okay."
Standing in the mudroom, Orlando started to take down his winter coat, but Viggo's fingers on his wrist stilled him. "No, naked."
Eyes wider than imaginable stared back. "Are you nuts?"
"Trust me."
His mind screamed no, his heart said of course. And ten minutes later both men were outside, in the snow, naked. Orlando began to shiver immediately. "Vig, this is nuts - you're nuts!"
"Look!" Finger pointing, Orlando followed the direction and gaped. The tarp from earlier was hidden under a mattress, and sheets with a goose down duvet, all nearly as blinding white as the snow. No trace of the dark plastic was visible.
Questioning eyes turned toward Viggo, and Orlando shook his head. "I don't understand."
Viggo's large hand cupped the softer cheek. "I've never made love to a snow angel; will you let me?"
Soft dawning brought a smile to Orlando's face, illuminating it with a joyful glow. "I'd love to."
Kissing his lover's mouth, Viggo gently pushed him toward the makeshift bed. "Pictures first."
It was never a good idea to argue with Viggo when he was in artist mode, so Orlando traipsed through the shoveled path, climbed up on the mattress and sat.
Time later, after numerous photos and poses, Viggo joined the younger man, and both wiggled under the coverings.
"It's warm!" Orlando had been concentrating on Viggo; he hadn't noticed the comforting warmth under him.
"Electric blanket - one of those made for outdoor use." Deciding enough time had been wasted on the practical, Viggo cuddled closer to the more slender frame.
Slowly moving into their well-known position, Viggo pressed kisses across Orlando's cheeks and lips. "Love you angel."
The only sounds that afternoon were the soft rustling of sheets as white as the snow and muted cries of passions as Viggo pleasured his snow angel.
The end 12/15/2006
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Author: Bee
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: VigOrli
Beta: the incomparable
piximyrSummary: Snow angels
Dedication:
piximyr - the most incredible, amazing friend anyone could possibly be graced with. I love you sweetie.White for as far as the eye could see, pristine, unbroken except for the rich dark brown of tree trunks and the lush green of tall aged pines.
Orlando smiled, he and Viggo had planned on spending a few days in the cabin alone and then return to 'the real' world. The snowstorms of the past few days put an end to those plans. Luckily, Viggo, the eternal 'boy scout' was well prepared. The cabin had enough food to last for months; the wood shed attached to the back of the cabin was stacked to the roof with cords of chopped wood. In one corner were the three - yes, three, not one or two, but three back up generators for when power failed.
Wiping the last mug from their mid-morning snack, Orlando noticed a movement at the corner of the house; peering out the window, he spotted Viggo. "What is that crazy man up to now?" His lover was dragging something large and dark across the thigh deep snow...tarp! A thick plastic tarp was spread across the ground then Viggo disappeared again.
Shaking his head in resignation, acceptance that he'd never fully understand Viggo's mind, Orlando moved into the living room and the wonderfully fragrant fire. Cuddling up into the large armchair - the same one he and the older man always sat together in, the younger brunette picked up his book and flipped it open to the correct page.
An hour later when Viggo entered by the back door into the mudroom, the house was silent and a bit chilly - or maybe that was because he'd been outside so long. Pulling his sodden outer clothing off, he quickly moved into the kitchen and closed the connecting door. On sock covered feet, he walked toward the fireplace for a bit of heat, and smiled at the riot of dark hair that draped over the arm of their chair. Orlando was fast asleep, the book still held in his hands.
Building up the fire, Viggo sat before it, reveling in the sweet warmth, content to listen to the soft snores from his lover. Scooting back, he rested against the chair, Orlando's knee resting near his shoulder. Taking the book from boneless fingers, blue eyes skimmed the page; Orlando's reading material always surprised Viggo. Sometimes it was romances of all things, but as the younger man explained, he used those to numb his mind so he could sleep - and yes, in bed is where he did read those - when they weren't occupied doing other things. This one however was on the Greek astronomer Claudius Ptolemy and his life and accomplishments. Marking the page, Viggo placed it on the floor and dropped his head onto Orlando's knee.
A sleep-roughened voice broke the comforting silence. "Hey babe, when'd you come in?"
"Maybe an hour ago angel, didn't want to disturb your sleep."
Stretching, Orlando moved his leg so it wrapped around Viggo's face, earning him a 'bite' on the calve muscle. A squeaking giggle escaped him as he gently swatted the back of Viggo's head.
"Bastard." There was no heat in the word, and both knew it was a loving tease.
"Babe, lets go outside okay?"
"Vig, didn't you get enough before?" Turning in the chair, Orlando managed to sit up, Viggo's back between his knees. Leaning forward he pulled the older man's head back and kissed him, slow and sweet.
"It's beautiful now, come on, share that with me?"
Orlando knew he would, and debated with himself about playing reluctant - but the heated, desire filled look from Viggo decided that for him. "Okay."
Standing in the mudroom, Orlando started to take down his winter coat, but Viggo's fingers on his wrist stilled him. "No, naked."
Eyes wider than imaginable stared back. "Are you nuts?"
"Trust me."
His mind screamed no, his heart said of course. And ten minutes later both men were outside, in the snow, naked. Orlando began to shiver immediately. "Vig, this is nuts - you're nuts!"
"Look!" Finger pointing, Orlando followed the direction and gaped. The tarp from earlier was hidden under a mattress, and sheets with a goose down duvet, all nearly as blinding white as the snow. No trace of the dark plastic was visible.
Questioning eyes turned toward Viggo, and Orlando shook his head. "I don't understand."
Viggo's large hand cupped the softer cheek. "I've never made love to a snow angel; will you let me?"
Soft dawning brought a smile to Orlando's face, illuminating it with a joyful glow. "I'd love to."
Kissing his lover's mouth, Viggo gently pushed him toward the makeshift bed. "Pictures first."
It was never a good idea to argue with Viggo when he was in artist mode, so Orlando traipsed through the shoveled path, climbed up on the mattress and sat.
Time later, after numerous photos and poses, Viggo joined the younger man, and both wiggled under the coverings.
"It's warm!" Orlando had been concentrating on Viggo; he hadn't noticed the comforting warmth under him.
"Electric blanket - one of those made for outdoor use." Deciding enough time had been wasted on the practical, Viggo cuddled closer to the more slender frame.
Slowly moving into their well-known position, Viggo pressed kisses across Orlando's cheeks and lips. "Love you angel."
The only sounds that afternoon were the soft rustling of sheets as white as the snow and muted cries of passions as Viggo pleasured his snow angel.
The end 12/15/2006
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Date: 2006-12-17 12:12 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading, enjoying and responding. It's been a while since I did a 'pure' (no laughing now) V/O fic... Feels good to be back in the fold.
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