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Title: Stolen Moments (sequel to Stolen Glances)
Author: Sophia (

sapphiellie)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: You wanted a happy ending? You got one! So much schmoopy smut it makes you taste sugar in your mouth!
A/N: Change in POV’s signified by stars ****(start with OB)
Beta: The fabulous

razzleslash! (Thank-you especially on this)

This will be in 2 posts, Part 1 and Part 2 ‘cos bloody thing was too big to go in one post!

You watch him walk into the trailer and know that you have to seize the chance being given to you, this plan is your last chance to find out if he returns your feelings.
You can’t go on without knowing for definite how he feels or you’ll have a mental breakdown.

Calming your breath, you make your way over to your shared trailer’s door. Slowly and as silently as you can manage, you open the door, knowing from experience that he’ll be in the shower and, as you hear the sound of pounding water, you let out a silent sigh of relief.

You close the door stealthily behind you and lean back against it, knowing it’s now or never. Your heart is beating wildly against your ribcage and you’re sure the whole world can hear it. You do your best to regain your composure and set to work on your plan.

You know you don’t have all the time in the world because Bean is nearly finished on set, needs his make-up removed, weaponry put away and then he’ll be back here to change. That gives you a maximum of an hour.

You strip down to your boxers, arrange your clothes neatly on a chair and search for something in one of the drawers. You find what you’re looking for; a pair of scissors.

Your breath catches as you hear a noise from the shower. There is a curse and you realise that Viggo has dropped the soap. You smile fondly and your mind drifts to him bending over to retrieve it, you snap out of this thought as you realise you’ll probably harden and that your oh-so innocent plan won’t seem so innocent.

You look down at the scissors and tell yourself it’s all in the cause of love. You think of a place that won’t be too inconvenient, you finally choose just underneath your knee and hit the spot with the blunt handle of the scissors causing a small bump to appear, then swiftly you put a small nick on top the bump.

You wait for a tiny amount of blood to trickle before setting about getting Viggo’s attention. You pray it will work and hope against all hope you don’t make an utter fool of yourself.

* * * *

You finish rinsing your hair and just let the water cleanse away the day’s stress. You shut your eyes and picture Orlando as Legolas, standing up for Aragorn at the council. The scene had gone well and now Sean was just finishing with some reaction shots.

All of a sudden a high-pitched yelp grabs your attention and, recognising it as Orli in pain, you rush out of the cubicle to his aid, unheeding of your naked, dripping wet state.
You notice Orlando clenching his knee and grimacing in pain on the floor, in just his boxers, and become suddenly very aware of your bare body. Orlando looks up and you notice a fleeting emotion passing through his eyes before he curses and squeezes his eyes shut, presumably against the pain.

You rummage through the drawers and find some plasters and you grab the box of tissues that are always on the side. You kneel down by his side, handing him the box.

“Wet hands.” You say by way of explanation.

“Thanks.” He says and you smile.

“Here, lemme see.” You reach for his hands and uncover the small bump and cut underneath his knee.

You keep your hand there before looking up at him. “What did you do?”
You slowly rub your thumb around, diluting the small amount of blood with your wet digit.

“Umm…was getting changed and tripped, bashed my knee on the sideboard as I went down.”

You look up and notice he is gazing at your wet form. He raises his gaze to meet yours and says,

“Thank you for helping, Vig.”

You’re sure his voice has dropped down a notch and you feel yourself becoming a lot warmer. He’s so beautiful, you just want to lose yourself inside him completely: mind, body and soul.

Instead of answering, you fumble with a plaster and after he wipes the small wound with a tissue you place the plaster carefully over it, sealing the edges.

You’re almost too nervous to look up.

* * * *
As soon as he came dashing to your aid, soaking and absolutely gorgeous, you knew you wouldn’t be able to control yourself. Already you had felt the hairs on the back of your neck raise up.

As he carefully finishes applying the plaster you realise that now is the time to act. Slowly and with a drawn-out moan you stretch your ‘injured’ knee and find your foot in line with Viggo’s inner thigh.

You can practically feel the heat radiating from him and you see his shoulders quiver slightly.

“Vig?” you whisper quietly, questioningly, wanting him to look up at you. You’re getting scared you’ve read his reactions wrongly.

“Yes, Orlando?” He rasps in a voice which immediately makes your cock twitch. Slowly, he looks up at you with eyes which hold your gaze intensely and make you swell underneath your boxers.

His pupils are very dilated and his hair is dripping down on to your shins, making your skin break out in goose bumps. You open your mouth to speak and can only find yourself letting out a small sound of longing.
Slowly Viggo puts both of his hands either side of your legs and proceeds to crawl up your body until his head is hovering over your own. You just stare, spellbound, as his powerful shoulders ripple with his movement and find yourself captivated in his eyes as he reaches your eye level.

You feel trickles of water fall from the front of his hair onto your neck, sliding down your throat, cooling your heated skin. His hot breath against your lips makes you long for the distance between your mouths to be closed, however you find yourself helpless to do anything but groan and throw your head back.

The world has suddenly shrunk to just you two and the almost electric atmosphere you’re creating around you.
You feel like you could fly and soar upwards to sit on the clouds, you feel like you could jump and you would just keep going up and up into infinity until you reached heaven.

You find yourself needing to convey these feelings before you drown in them.

* * * *
You stare at the beautiful sight before you. Is he really willing to give it all up to you? His head thrown back and shoulders and upper chest thrust forward makes you think of a line for a poem you’ve just begun writing.

Strange that the first part had been about your relationship to this point, somehow you’ve reached the next stage, the stage you’ve been dreaming about for so long.

You lift a hand up to caress his collarbone and trail your fingertips down his arm before leaving the warmth of his breath and placing a gentle kiss to the sensitive area of skin on his upper forearm.

With this last movement he sighs and brings his head back up to look down to where your head is tilted against his elbow.
He opens his mouth, shuts his eyes for a moment and slowly begins to sing.

“I knew I loved you before I met you…I think I dreamed you into life, I knew I loved you before I met you…I have been waiting all my life.” A small giggle and his cheeks flush from embarrassment. A whisper to himself, “Ok, that was corny even by your standards Orlando Bloom…”

You smile. And when he opens his eyes, you see them filled with moisture which trickles from the corners to let the love in his gaze fully blind you.

You wonder where the hell all this came from, you never knew all this time, the words enchant you and you find yourself welling with emotion…he loves you.

You know if you talk your voice will crack so instead you slowly raise your head and softly cup his cheek, cradling his head as he leans into your touch…beautiful untouchable Orlando, vulnerable and angelic in your palm.

Gently, ever so gently, you bring your lips to his letting your eyes drift shut at the long fantasised feel of his soft lips against your own. You cannot think of anything more logical on the earth.

Tasting, teasing, you suckle on that pouty lower lip and draw the lithe body of your newly re-discovered elf against you, shifting your positions to enable him to sit atop your thighs.

Tentatively you brush your tongue against the gentle dip where his lips meet.
* * * *

What is this heaven you’ve been granted access to? Because as you feel his tongue meet your own you know there was nothing as divine before this moment.

You feel yourself press willingly against his still slightly damp chest and stroke your tongue against his own with a passion you’ve never felt before.

He devours you completely exploring every inch of your mouth and stroking his strong hands down your back in a firm yet soothing and extremely arousing caress.

You pull away to observe his face, your lips swollen and red from your activity. His eyes burn with that amazing intensity and now they shine, shine with love.

Your fingertips dance along his jaw line as you seek to remember all you can, every dip and rise in the bone, every tiny stubble of hair. When you get to the cleft in his chin you tilt your head, fascinated at its difference to your own smooth, flat one. You dip your little finger into the crease and bend your head to kiss it softly.

Your eyes continue upwards to the smooth curved pillows of pink flesh and they come to rest on the slanted white scar that mars your perfect Viggo’s upper lip.

“Vig, I always wanted to ask but I always got too embarrassed but ummm…”
You start but are interrupted as if he’s read your mind.

“Happened a long time ago…kinda embarrassin’ actually.”

“Tell me, please.”

“Nothing glorious, um I was pissed off my face actually…at a Halloween party too. Dressed up as David Bowie, you know on the cover of Aladdin Sane?”

“Yeah man, with the red and blue lightning bolt! I bet you looked goddamn gorgeous.”

He smiles, a half-smile and continues.

“Yeah I had the bolt too, anyway I was running around through the bushes and this guy was chasing me, kinda had a crush on him at the time you know? So yeah, he was catchin’ up and I had this dumbass deerskin rug I’d got from the house around my neck like a cape and the fuckin’ thing got caught on a branch or somethin’. So he like rams into my back and I go flying forward into this barbed wire fence that appeared outta nowhere and well…here’s the memory.”

He lifts his forefinger to point to the scar. You’re intrigued by it.
“Sounds pretty bloody glorious to me.”

He laughs, a short rasping sound which you catalogue away with some of your other favourites.
“Didn’t even need an anaesthetic, I was so fucked.”

You smile fondly and run your tongue along the mark, savouring the way Viggo’s breath suddenly hitches and his hips shift beneath you.

Knowing you’re driving him crazy, you giggle and begin to nibble teasingly on his earlobe and slowly drag your tongue to trace the shell of his ear.
You faintly register a throaty groan before you find yourself flipped onto your back, straddled by a lust-driven Viggo.

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