Shadows of life REVISITED, the seguel
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vigorliOkay. Here's a little something for the readers of Shadows of life. I hope you all enjoy. =D
Title: Shadows of life REVISITED, The Seguel
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obvmluver
Beta: The wonderfullittlegreenleaf.
Rating: R, methinks
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Summary: After a wedding there is the honeymoon.
Warnings: None, I believe
Disclaimer: I wish I knew the boys but I don't. I also don't make any profit with this. And I'm truly making things up here.
Crossposted to a lot of places... Please don't nail me for that.
The banner was made by my friendpale80.
Viggo was watching Orlando drinking his evening tea sitting in the living room a remote in his hand. “Orli...” he began softly.
“Hmmmwhat?”
“Close your eyes.”
“What for?”
“Just close them.” Orlando had to smile. “You are crazy, you know.”
“Yeah, I know. That’s why you love me.”
“Not just because of your craziness, Vig.”
“Close your eyes.” Orlando chuckled but did as he was asked. “And no peeking.”
“I would never...”
“Yeah, right.” Viggo laughed. “You are awfully curious.”
Viggo fetched an envelope. Inside there was a brochure, important papers and two flight tickets. Dropping it onto Orlando’s lap he sat down beside him. “Open your eyes, sunshine.” Orlando immediately cast his eyes down and onto the white envelope sitting on his lap. Throwing a suspicious look towards Viggo he peeked in. He took the brochure out and read the text and the brief introduction of Moorea Beach.
“What’s this?” he asked digging deeper. Finding the flight tickets he looked at Viggo. “What in the...?”
“I’m taking you there.” Orlando looked back at the picture of pearly white sand on a tranquil beach.
Orlando let the brochure go and hugged Viggo before giving him a heartfelt kiss. Moorea Beach in Tahiti, French Polynesia had always been a place where Orlando wanted to visit. He faintly recalled speaking about it just days before finishing his shoots for the Lord of the Rings. “God...” Orlando began. “Just Viggo.” Viggo said making Orlando chuckled. “I love you, you crazy man.”
“I love you, too, sunshine.”
Viggo had researched Orlando’s dream vacation spot and found out it was quite a pleasurable place. He thought it was the perfect place for them to spend their honeymoon, having long walks on the beach, their feet bare, making love on a white bed in a hut above the water, enjoying good food and each other. Just the thought of spending time with Orlando in a place looking like it was taken away from a fantasy had brought a dreamy look in Viggo’s eyes.
“When are we leaving?” The bouncy, enthusiastic and exuberant Orlando was back. It made Viggo smile and feel like they’ve never really been apart.
“Tonight, sunshine.”
“Ton...What?”
“I’ve already packed for us both. A cab will take us to the airport in two hours.”
“Fucking hell, Vig!” Orlando yelled. “This is probably the best surprise you’ve pulled in my entire life! Thank you so much.”
“I’d do anything for you.”
“I know. That’s why you are so special.” With that Orlando pulled him to a toe-curling kiss. By the end of it, Viggo was feeling rather uncomfortable all over – in a delicious way.
~*~*~*~
The sun was already setting when they had unpacked their suitcases into wardrobes. A full month of pure bliss was heavenly. Orlando leaned against the windowsill between gently billowing almost-transparent curtains and looked over the turquoise water. He walked outside onto a terrace rounding their hut. It was amazing. He stood on a wooden floor maybe a feet above the surface of the sea. Orlando, mesmerized by the clear water lay down onto his stomach and dipped his fingers into the warm water below. Absentmindedly, he drew patterns to the surface, his eyes closed. Viggo was prepared. He took a picture knowing it would look incredible when he finished the roll in his own dark room. The colors were good: the deep brown of Orlando’s hair, the lighter brown of the wooden floor, Orlando’s white clothes and the turquoise water.
“What are you looking at?” Orlando asked keeping his eyes closed.
“You.” Orlando cracked one eye open and smiled.
“You know, this is perfect. Thank you for bringing me here.” Viggo sat next to Orlando letting his toes brush the water.
“I saw an ad of Moorea not long ago and thought this would be a good place to visit. Then, I walked to the nearest travel agency and bought us our trip.”
“This must have cost you a fortune. A private hut above the water with a tiny kitchenette, a bed full of, I’m assuming, Asian silk...Gods.”
“Well, this definitely cost a lot but I’m spending my whole life with you so I wanted to make this memorable.”
Viggo let his fingers sink in the long, soft curls. The way Orlando looked today resembled him when he was filming in Malta. Viggo called them Prince Paris Curls. Somehow they made Orlando look younger, together with a shaven face. Orlando sat up then and scooted next to Viggo. “Do you know how much in love I am with your hair?” Viggo asked. Orlando squirmed, a little a smile spreading on his face.
“I still can feel your hair adoration and what it led to yesterday afternoon.”
“You are so gorgeous I can’t keep my hands to myself.” Viggo laughed. Orlando’s eyes widened as he recognized the sparkle igniting in Viggo’s eyes. He burst out laughing.
“I’m in trouble again, aren’t I?”
“You bet.”
Viggo stood up grabbing Orlando’s hand and leading him back inside the hut. Smiling, stealing tiny kisses from each other, they undressed. Orlando let out a long sigh as the cool silky sheets hit his rapidly heating skin. His skin rose to goose bumps and he smiled as Viggo took another photograph. Taking the camera from Viggo’s hands Orlando put it to the nightstand next to the bed and pulled Viggo on top of him. It was the silent plea to stop teasing.
The wind carried on whispered words, sighs, grunts and moans. They had learned to concentrate on feelings and give their emotions a focus. When their relationship had been younger, they had been quite vocal. Now, they used their energy on completely different things.
By the time they snuggled under the covers it was completely dark. Only the lamp gave them some light. Orlando turned slightly from where he was spooned against Viggo’s chest completely spent and sated and gave Viggo a soft kiss. “You really are a godsend.” The admission made Viggo’s heart leap. Orlando was his match. Maybe it really was made in heaven, so happy he was. Orlando may be quite a bit younger, but love was undeniable, infinite and ageless and it chose those it hit. The beautiful ice blue –eyed elf had stolen everything Viggo had ever held dear. The same applied to Orlando. Viggo may be older but it could never be wrong. It never could be unacceptable; never would be. Orlando was glad he was strong and confident. He knew he’ll overcome the obstacles ahead of him, those little things the paths of their lives will come across. It was somehow strange, but he was looking forward to meeting them all.
The End
Title: Shadows of life REVISITED, The Seguel
Author:
obvmluverBeta: The wonderful
littlegreenleaf.Rating: R, methinks
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Summary: After a wedding there is the honeymoon.
Warnings: None, I believe
Disclaimer: I wish I knew the boys but I don't. I also don't make any profit with this. And I'm truly making things up here.
Crossposted to a lot of places... Please don't nail me for that.
The banner was made by my friend
pale80.Viggo was watching Orlando drinking his evening tea sitting in the living room a remote in his hand. “Orli...” he began softly.
“Hmmmwhat?”
“Close your eyes.”
“What for?”
“Just close them.” Orlando had to smile. “You are crazy, you know.”
“Yeah, I know. That’s why you love me.”
“Not just because of your craziness, Vig.”
“Close your eyes.” Orlando chuckled but did as he was asked. “And no peeking.”
“I would never...”
“Yeah, right.” Viggo laughed. “You are awfully curious.”
Viggo fetched an envelope. Inside there was a brochure, important papers and two flight tickets. Dropping it onto Orlando’s lap he sat down beside him. “Open your eyes, sunshine.” Orlando immediately cast his eyes down and onto the white envelope sitting on his lap. Throwing a suspicious look towards Viggo he peeked in. He took the brochure out and read the text and the brief introduction of Moorea Beach.
“What’s this?” he asked digging deeper. Finding the flight tickets he looked at Viggo. “What in the...?”
“I’m taking you there.” Orlando looked back at the picture of pearly white sand on a tranquil beach.
Orlando let the brochure go and hugged Viggo before giving him a heartfelt kiss. Moorea Beach in Tahiti, French Polynesia had always been a place where Orlando wanted to visit. He faintly recalled speaking about it just days before finishing his shoots for the Lord of the Rings. “God...” Orlando began. “Just Viggo.” Viggo said making Orlando chuckled. “I love you, you crazy man.”
“I love you, too, sunshine.”
Viggo had researched Orlando’s dream vacation spot and found out it was quite a pleasurable place. He thought it was the perfect place for them to spend their honeymoon, having long walks on the beach, their feet bare, making love on a white bed in a hut above the water, enjoying good food and each other. Just the thought of spending time with Orlando in a place looking like it was taken away from a fantasy had brought a dreamy look in Viggo’s eyes.
“When are we leaving?” The bouncy, enthusiastic and exuberant Orlando was back. It made Viggo smile and feel like they’ve never really been apart.
“Tonight, sunshine.”
“Ton...What?”
“I’ve already packed for us both. A cab will take us to the airport in two hours.”
“Fucking hell, Vig!” Orlando yelled. “This is probably the best surprise you’ve pulled in my entire life! Thank you so much.”
“I’d do anything for you.”
“I know. That’s why you are so special.” With that Orlando pulled him to a toe-curling kiss. By the end of it, Viggo was feeling rather uncomfortable all over – in a delicious way.
~*~*~*~
The sun was already setting when they had unpacked their suitcases into wardrobes. A full month of pure bliss was heavenly. Orlando leaned against the windowsill between gently billowing almost-transparent curtains and looked over the turquoise water. He walked outside onto a terrace rounding their hut. It was amazing. He stood on a wooden floor maybe a feet above the surface of the sea. Orlando, mesmerized by the clear water lay down onto his stomach and dipped his fingers into the warm water below. Absentmindedly, he drew patterns to the surface, his eyes closed. Viggo was prepared. He took a picture knowing it would look incredible when he finished the roll in his own dark room. The colors were good: the deep brown of Orlando’s hair, the lighter brown of the wooden floor, Orlando’s white clothes and the turquoise water.
“What are you looking at?” Orlando asked keeping his eyes closed.
“You.” Orlando cracked one eye open and smiled.
“You know, this is perfect. Thank you for bringing me here.” Viggo sat next to Orlando letting his toes brush the water.
“I saw an ad of Moorea not long ago and thought this would be a good place to visit. Then, I walked to the nearest travel agency and bought us our trip.”
“This must have cost you a fortune. A private hut above the water with a tiny kitchenette, a bed full of, I’m assuming, Asian silk...Gods.”
“Well, this definitely cost a lot but I’m spending my whole life with you so I wanted to make this memorable.”
Viggo let his fingers sink in the long, soft curls. The way Orlando looked today resembled him when he was filming in Malta. Viggo called them Prince Paris Curls. Somehow they made Orlando look younger, together with a shaven face. Orlando sat up then and scooted next to Viggo. “Do you know how much in love I am with your hair?” Viggo asked. Orlando squirmed, a little a smile spreading on his face.
“I still can feel your hair adoration and what it led to yesterday afternoon.”
“You are so gorgeous I can’t keep my hands to myself.” Viggo laughed. Orlando’s eyes widened as he recognized the sparkle igniting in Viggo’s eyes. He burst out laughing.
“I’m in trouble again, aren’t I?”
“You bet.”
Viggo stood up grabbing Orlando’s hand and leading him back inside the hut. Smiling, stealing tiny kisses from each other, they undressed. Orlando let out a long sigh as the cool silky sheets hit his rapidly heating skin. His skin rose to goose bumps and he smiled as Viggo took another photograph. Taking the camera from Viggo’s hands Orlando put it to the nightstand next to the bed and pulled Viggo on top of him. It was the silent plea to stop teasing.
The wind carried on whispered words, sighs, grunts and moans. They had learned to concentrate on feelings and give their emotions a focus. When their relationship had been younger, they had been quite vocal. Now, they used their energy on completely different things.
By the time they snuggled under the covers it was completely dark. Only the lamp gave them some light. Orlando turned slightly from where he was spooned against Viggo’s chest completely spent and sated and gave Viggo a soft kiss. “You really are a godsend.” The admission made Viggo’s heart leap. Orlando was his match. Maybe it really was made in heaven, so happy he was. Orlando may be quite a bit younger, but love was undeniable, infinite and ageless and it chose those it hit. The beautiful ice blue –eyed elf had stolen everything Viggo had ever held dear. The same applied to Orlando. Viggo may be older but it could never be wrong. It never could be unacceptable; never would be. Orlando was glad he was strong and confident. He knew he’ll overcome the obstacles ahead of him, those little things the paths of their lives will come across. It was somehow strange, but he was looking forward to meeting them all.
The End
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Date: 2008-10-30 05:09 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-10-30 08:37 pm (UTC)I wanted for them to spend it in a trye paradise. I did some research and found pics of Moorea. The rest is history.=D
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Date: 2008-10-30 08:37 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-10-31 08:45 pm (UTC)Now THAT's what I call A HONEYMOON!!! It includes everything necessary: a bed, no one else, Asian silk bed covers and a kitchenette (for if they get hungry on food)... hummmm... so good!!!
I'm laughing my heart out on this:
***“I still can feel your hair adoration and what it led to yesterday afternoon.”***
Loved it,
SP
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Date: 2008-10-31 09:40 pm (UTC)Those boys are horny buggers, incredibly insatiable.
And lastly I am glad you enjoyed. =D