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vigorli2007-09-12 06:53 am
FIC: 4. First
I'm jumping back in time today - it's a New Zealand fic and a very short one at that! Hey! When you post a comment, would you mind posting what part of the world you're from? It's so funny that I post in the morning here (US - East coast) and read how some people read the fics after work in the evening only an hour later! You don't have to, I'm just curious...and lazy since I can easily just poke around people's journals... ha ha!
Title: 4. First
Author: Ranmaru
Rating: PG
Summary: First winter in NZ.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, just playing. (And unsure if I used the word "bollocks" correctly! ^_^)
Table A Prompt 4
“First”
It was cold enough to see his breath on the air but Viggo wasn’t ready to go in quite yet. He shifted; the frozen grass beneath the blanket he was laying on crackling with the movement. He wished it would snow so he could stand perfectly still and let the flakes fall around him and on him, the warmth of his skin ending their frozen journey but allowing them to live on as droplets of water. He loved the sound of a heavy snowfall, like cushioned raindrops, soft and enveloping. It was a kind of silence because not everyone heard it, not everyone would take the time to open their ears and their senses. Would step outside of their snug homes, outside of the manic city. Maybe it was better that way.
Rhythmic crackling of grass heralded the arrival of his lover and Viggo smiled when
“Enjoying the cold?”
Viggo shrugged. “My first winter in
“Can do that perfectly well by looking out the window.”
“No.” Viggo sat up so he was cross-legged. “If you’re cold, go back inside.”
“Nah.”
Viggo grinned and reached over to hold one of
They were quiet, the distant sounds of the city reaching their ears. Viggo’s mind was pleasantly blank and all he concentrated on was gently chafing his lover’s hand until it was warm again. He cupped his hands and exhaled hot breath against
“I have another hand,”
Viggo then held both hands between his, blew more hot air, continued rubbing. “You should come with me to
“I’d like that,” Orli said softly. “I’d really-“ He leaned against Viggo, hiding his face in the older man’s shoulder. He sighed. “Yeah.”
“Yeah.” Viggo put his arm around the Brit and looked up at the stars.
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