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vigorliTitle: Wife wanted
Author: Ireth06
Pairing: VM/OB – VM/Christine implied
Warnings: AU, slash!!
Rating: NC17 eventually.
Disclaimer: The story is mine, don’t own the characters.
Author’s note: This is my first fic......no killing, but constructive criticism is always welcome!
Unbeta’d as of yet
CHAPTER 2
It didn’t open.
At all.
Not even a little bit.
He would see to it later. Leaving it shut for eight weeks was not an option. But he was handy enough and would be able to fix it if he ever got the time. He turned when he heard a noise behind him and found Viggo in the door opening, looking apologetic.
“It’s all I can think of at the moment, and even though it’s not a big room, it has a better bed than the ones in the bunkhouse so I hope it will suffice. You might hear the horses at night, there’re stables back there.” He waved a bit vaguely towards the right wall. “I could have them put into the stables on the other side of the paddock if it bothers you.”
I don’t mind the horses, I think. Let me get back to you about that after a few days.” He
grinned and bounced some more. ”The bed is just fine, and having a room alone isn’t that bad either. Is there a bathroom coming with this suite or am I to share that with the girls after all?”
Viggo rubbed the back of his head and grinned back. He liked the young man a lot more than the three other crewmembers. It was the genuine smile, he thought, it reached his eyes. Something that Parker dude didn’t seem to do. And the fact that he was drop dead gorgeous helped as well, with high cheekbones, long dark eyelashes, curls that seemed to have a life of their own and a mouth he wouldn’t mind kissing......
Wow, he really had to stop this. It was the girls he ought to be interested in......He looked over at the man on the bed, who seemed to be waiting for something. He mentally shook himself and remembered the question.
“Sorry, but since this used to be a storage-room, there’s no bathroom here, you’ll have to
share with either the girls or the other guys. They have a bathroom of there own. You can make some arrangements with them, I’m sure”
“I’ll ask the guys then. I’m not going to risk my life asking the girls.”
He actually looked scared when he said that, and Viggo laughed, adding another interesting note to his Reasons-for-liking-Orlando-list. Great sense of humor. Damn, he really had to stop this! He turned and stepped back into the short hallway.
“Maybe not a bad idea. By the way, there’s a little dresser out here, which you can use. The top drawer is used by ......” He paused, thinking quickly for the shortest explanation. “Well, it’s used by the vet, who is a friend of mine, it’s easier for him to keep some clothes here than hauling them around with him. You have no idea what that man can do to his clothes! He uses the bed sometimes too, because I will not have him over at the house.” He winked and continued: “He snores like a rhinoceros with a bad cold!”
Viggo left him to it, but couldn’t stop himself from looking back at the young man bending over to take something out of his bag. All that talk about tops and bottoms didn’t make it any easier. It gave him ideas he didn’t have for quite some time. He wondered what the young man would look like without his clothes.......No. NO! He couldn’t. Not now. He was about to be on a television show. Going to pick himself a wife, for fuck’s sake! He would just stay the fuck away from him and everything would be fine. Just fine..........Damn, it was all Sean’s fault. He was double DOOMED!!
He shook his head and focussed on the more important things he had to deal with right now,
like work. He needed to do some paperwork and go over some things with Joe. Being the boss didn’t mean he didn’t pull his own weight. But with the stupid show he had to transfer some of his work to his foreman.
Tomorrow the whole circus would start and just the thought of it made him feel a bit queasy. The only thing he had to look forward to, was his introduction as Mister Viggo Mortensen, proud owner of Mort’s Place the next morning.
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Craig put the last of his clothes away in the dresser and turned to his crewmembers. “So where do you think
He would have to earn his money just as the rest of them, so showing him the kitchen would be a good move. He knew there was a kitchen and a dining hall here somewhere, Viggo told him they could use it for the duration of their stay. But he didn’t know where the kitchen nor where the kid was. He thought Viggo might know more, so he decide to go look for the man.
He wandered around a bit and was thinking of going up to the house for some information, when he saw Viggo exit a small building on the left of the main ranch-house, together with the man that picked them up. They were talking and hadn’t seen him. He called out while jogging up to them. “Viggo! Hey!”
Viggo put his hand on the man’s arm and said something Craig couldn’t hear. The man left, shaking his head and looking back with a little smirk on his face. Viggo turned to Craig, just when he stopped in front of him. “Hey” He said again. “I would like to ask you something if you can spare the time.” Being polite got him more answers he knew and he didn’t think demanding things from Viggo would work. He even smiled his most charming smile. Sometimes he got the feeling the man didn’t like him very much. And he didn’t really know why. It even puzzled him, everybody liked him, always.....so what was it with Viggo?
Viggo stopped himself in time from sighing, he really hadn’t that much time nor patience to deal with Mr. Parker right now. Oh well...He forced a smile on his face and asked, “What can I help you with, Craig?
After explaining his problems Viggo was glad it was such a simple thing. “The kitchen is on the other side of the bunkhouse, there are two large picknick tables outside, you can’t miss it. And
Craig waved to let Viggo know he heard and walked straight to the barn. He didn’t need to go over to the kitchen, he only needed to know where it was, in order to tell
He struggled with the barn door. Stupid doors! Why did they make them so damned big? He tried to pull them open again and heard muffled laughter from somewhere behind him. He looked over his shoulder and saw two ranch-hands walk across the yard. They were trying very hard not to laugh and obviously not succeeding. He took some steps back and looked the doors up and down. Then he saw it, a normal sized door was on the left side of the big slide doors and he felt as stupid as those guys probably thought he was. He stepped over to it quickly and tried the handle. He pulled and then realised he had to push. He could feel himself blush a fiery red and stepped in quickly so he didn’t have to hear their laughter...
When he closed the door behind him, he took a deep breath, made a face at the smell of horses and hay and tried to regain his composure. It wouldn’t do for
When he had himself under control once more, he turned right, down the small hallway and knocked on the door at the end of it.
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outside and have a look around. Craig didn’t say anything about him having to work this afternoon, but leaving his room would probably mean Craig seeing him and finding him something to do. Maybe staying here wouldn’t be so bad after all.
When he heard the knock on the door, he knew it didn’t matter what he wanted.
He went to the door. “Who is it?” He asked although he had a very good idea of who would be behind it, but also hoping it was someone else. He opened the door. /Bingo! He scored another 10 points! His boss Mister Craig Parker himself, who else would it be? Viggo? Not bloody likely!/
Craig walked right in and sat on the only chair in the room. He was delighted to see where the kid would have to sleep. Yes this was just about good enough for the little shit!
He came right down to business. “Okay, so here’s what I expect from you. You take care of the meals, that’s your main task. You do know how to cook, right?” When
/Other stuff?/
“It’s on the other side of the bunkhouse. You can’t miss it. You start tomorrow at breakfast.” Craig was already half way down the hall when he said that. He couldn’t wait to leave the barn. On his short walk to the foreman’s quarters, he remembered the barbecue. Damn, he forgot to tell
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Viggo made his way towards the kitchen. The barbecue would start in about and hour and he wanted to make sure the guys had already started to prepare. It would take some time for the barbeques to be fired up. They were huge. His ranch-hands knew what to do, there was a barbeque every Saturday, if work and the weather allowed it. It improved the working relationships and it gave him a chance to stay in touch with his workers. And it was fun and a great way to wind down after a week of hard work.
This time it was a little different. He had guests to take care of and impress. He snorted. /Impress! Yeah right! Like that was going to happen!/ But he could show them how to have a good time on a ranch.
He thought it was probably a good idea to invite the girls personally. He could be a gentleman if he wanted to be! After being satisfied the preparations were in progress, he walked around the bunkhouse and stepped on the porch. It felt weird knocking on the door, he hadn’t done that in....well never in fact. He always waltzed right in. He waited and when he lifted his right hand to knock again, the door opened, but only a bit and a woman’s voice asked: “What do you want?!” It sounded annoyed and aggravated.
“I would like to invite you ladies to a barbecue this evening. It will be held on the other side of the bunkhouse. I hope you all will come.” He smiled and pointed in the direction they would have to go. The door opened a bit further and the girl smiled back tentatively and nodded. “That will be nice, I can’t speak for the others but I will be there.” She looked up at him and then added: “I’m Dolores, by the way.”
“Glad to meet you, Dolores, I’m Viggo, but I think you already know that? The fun starts in about an hour. I will see you then.”
When she nodded again, he didn’t really know what else to say, fiddled with his hat, nodded back and turned to leave. The door closed behind him.
Since he was being such a gentleman he decided he should invite the guys properly as well. As he walked down the porch to the foreman’s quarters he heard the girls talking inside. The sounds were less bitchy and actually there was more excitement than when he met them.
He only had to knock on the guys’ door once.
And leaving his message with them didn’t take long at all.
When he stepped off the porch and walked back to the house, his eyes were drawn to the barn. He really shouldn’t.....but he couldn’t just not invite him, right? /Not very gentleman-like../
He changed his course and headed to the barn.
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After walking three sides of the paddock he found himself on the back of the main house.
There was a small path leading between a small orchard and the house. He kept on walking,
but not to fast, so he had time to look at the building more closely.
There was a porch on three sides of the house, with several doors and windows opening up to it. There were bushes and some shrubs along side the porch at the back. Some rosebushes, not yet in bloom, grew on the side of the house.
It was a wooden, two story house. It was well-kept and it looked comfortable, welcoming people to enter and rest. It looked like home.
Thinking of home sadness entered his mind, thinking of what he left behind and of what had happened, making his eyes tear up, but he refused to let them fall. If everything worked out the way he planned he would be back in
Entering the barn, the soothing smell of hay and horses washed over him. Not wanting to
return to the solitude of his room, he turned left into the part of the barn where the stables were situated. He saw the head of a beautiful brown horse, stick it’s head outside a stable. He moved as close as he dared, knowing not all horses were as friendly as what they looked like.
“Hey there beautiful.” He stepped a bit closer holding out his hand. When the big animal touched his hand with its muzzle and snorted he couldn’t help but giggle. “Nobody taking any notice of you? I know how you feel.” Unconsciously he kept stepping closer until he was leaning against the door. He rubbed his hands over the head of the horse and kept up his soft murmuring. And that was how Viggo found him.
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Letting his eyes get used to the dimmed light in the barn, Viggo walked towards
He shuffled his feet and
“I’m sorry, I didn’t meant any harm, I heard him and he looked kind of lonely and I never saw such a beautiful horse before and with the door there, I thought it would be safer than in the paddock and I only petted it and if I’m not allowed here I won’t come here again ....”
Viggo smiled.
He watched as
“He had an unfortunate encounter with a misplaced rock, due to a stupidity of the rider. He injured his hind leg. So we keep him inside for the moment. But he can’t wait to get out, can you big bud?” Viggo stroked the horse’s neck lovingly and looked at
“I’m surprised he lets you touch him, though. He doesn’t usually take to strangers that quick. What did you do? Cast a spell?” Viggo teased.
He finally remembered what he came here for. “Tonight we’re having a barbecue. I was hoping you would come as well.” Looking over at the young man, he was hardly able to conceal his anxiety over the answer he would get. When
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So now it was already quite late when he was reminiscing the past day with a scotch, sitting on his back porch. The barbecue had been a small success. His workers had handled themselves admirably, and even got the girls to join them in a bit of square ~ and line dancing. They all looked like they had a good time. By the time the food was distributed there was a bit of bitching about tortured and burned meat, but he had made sure there would be enough bread, salad /rabbit food/ and fresh fruit, so he was able to keep the peace. His guests where taken care of for today. And tomorrow......He didn’t want to think about it really, at least not yet, but the thought that he would actually be on a show, on television, was just scary. Especially when the show was called: “Wife Wanted...”
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Date: 2008-01-04 10:47 pm (UTC)hmmmm *eyes Dolores suspiciously* don't you dare get interested in Viggy, he's Orlando's *glares at all the girls*
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Date: 2008-01-05 12:06 am (UTC)Uraeus has great human knowledge....and what about Orlando's charm?
And then the girls.....hehehehehehe!
Thanks for reading, hun!
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Date: 2008-01-05 12:09 am (UTC)Uhm yes, it's my first, I glad you like it. *blushes*
Thanks! *hugs*
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Date: 2008-01-04 11:51 pm (UTC)I'd like to kick Craig and push him on his arse in a pile of horse manure, as for the girls... how about we put them on a bus straight back to suburbia?
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Date: 2008-01-05 12:12 am (UTC)Don't worry hun, Craig's ego will be shitted on eventually! As for the girls.....this is slash right? *LOL!*
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Date: 2008-01-05 12:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-05 12:41 am (UTC)Thanks for reading! :)
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Date: 2008-01-05 02:06 am (UTC):)
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Date: 2008-01-05 09:00 pm (UTC)Trust me, it's still a bit scary, letting everybody read my stuff....
Thanks! :)
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Date: 2008-01-05 03:28 am (UTC)I hope that Orlando has more friends than V and U - the girls and the crew don't seem to be kindred souls :) Perhaps the farmhands will prefer him to the "baggage"?
Thank you.
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Date: 2008-01-05 09:03 pm (UTC)There will be more friends for Orlando, he's making friends quite easy if they give him a chance!
Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2008-01-05 05:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-05 09:04 pm (UTC):)
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Date: 2008-01-06 02:06 am (UTC)Thanks for reading! :)
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Date: 2008-01-06 01:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-06 02:11 am (UTC)Like I said in one of my other replies, I actually know *dick* about horses. But I always thought they were smart and had their own character. I'm glad you like! Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2008-01-06 09:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-06 10:46 pm (UTC)I'm updating twice a week: Tuesdays and fridays! Lots more to come !
:)