No boundaries, V/O fic 1/1
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vigorliThis is a Christmas fic posted awfully early. My apologies.
Title: No boundaries
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obvmluver
Beta: The always wonderfullittlegreenleaf
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Summary: Christmas time spent in New York.
Rating: PG-13, I believe
Warnings: None
Feedback: lets me know what the readers think. Oh, well...*shrugs*
Disclaimer: All made up. In other words FICTION.
A note: Like I already said this is posted early. It just needed to be posted now. It demanded, stomped on my feet until I relented.*shrugs again* What could I do?
Christmas time was evident all over New York City. Christmas lights and fake trees were everywhere. The thing that made the Christmas feel even more present was the silent snowfall. Orlando glanced up into the evening sky and smiled as a big and fluffy flake landed on the tip of his nose and melted. He chuckled as the cold flake turned into a droplet of water and ran down on his left cheek and made its way inside his jacket.
Securing the bottle of red wine in his hand he made his way across the street. He passed a church where a group of homeless children were singing Christmas carols. Turning back he made his way to the children and stopped to the front of them. A genuine smile spread on his face as one by one the children stopped singing realizing who their audience was. “Oh, my God.” One of the older girls gasped and nearly lost her footing on the icy steps.
“Careful there.” Orlando breathed warmly and walked up to her. “Are you okay?”
A mute nod was the reply he received. “You lot are singing beautifully. Where have you learned that?”
“Mrs. Swinton has always said songs carry the power.”
“They indeed do.” Looking into a small hat placed on the base of the steps Orlando realized there were only a few pennies thrown inside. “How are you going to spend Christmas this year?” he asked.
“Um... we don’t spend it. Of course we’ve got special food at the shelter. That’s our Christmas every year.” One African-American boy confessed.
“What is the name of this shelter, then?”
“Open Door Mission.”
“Can I trust you with something?” Orlando asked then putt the wine down and fished a check book out of his breast pocket.
“Anything.”
“Good.” With that Orlando wrote a five- numbered sum and his signature onto one check. “Here. Take this to Mrs. Swinton and have a real Christmas this year. I’m going to give you presents. Go visit Toys R Us or anyplace you like with her and pick up something you want or need. Okay?” Orlando received twelve mute nods. Then he dug into his wallet and dropped more money into the hat. “Merry Christmas everyone.” he said with a smile and picked the wine back up. “Keep up the good work.” he finished with a wink and then continued his way.
Smiling, he entered the building he was supposed to be in minutes ago and leaned against the lift wall. Pressing the button number 10, he waited. The cling told him soon he had arrived where he was supposed to be. At the end of the corridor was a lone door. The apartment behind it was the only one on that floor. Orlando was just about to knock when the door flew open.
“Hi. I was waiting for you.”
Orlando blinked and then smiled. “Hi. I got caught up. Sorry.”
“For a good cause, I hope.”
“Saw homeless children singing carols, talked to them, found out they won’t have a real Christmas with presents, gave them a check.”
“You are so predictable.” Viggo laughed taking the jacket from Orlando.
“I am?” Orlando feigned surprise. Viggo laughed more. Orlando smiled. “I guess I am.”
“Yeah, you are.” Viggo said after bestowing a small kiss on Orlando’s lips.
“I brought the wine you suggested we’d have for dinner,” Orlando spoke against Viggo’s lips.
“Dinner can wait. I need to memorize you.”
“You remember me.”
“My lips don’t. Three weeks without you is pure hell for them.”
Orlando chuckled. “Fine. I missed you, too.” With that Orlando gave in and responded to the gentle assault.
Taking a step back, Viggo sighed a dreamy smile on his face. “That’s better.”
“Can’t say that was bad.” The grin on Orlando’s face made Viggo crack up. “My lips feel very welcome.” The grin broadened and showed a perfect line of white teeth.
Viggo took Orlando’s hand and shook his head. “Come on, you.”
They made their way to the spacious living room. Orlando looked at the sight opening in front of him. The Christmas lights in Central Park were being lit. “Here...” Viggo said as he took his place beside Orlando handing him a steaming mug of mulled wine. “Five more minutes,” Viggo whispered into Orlando’s ear.
“Five is everything I need.” Orlando smiled, wound a hand to the back of Viggo’s head and pulled him into a warm kiss. Hearing the stove’s alarm go off, Viggo staggered a little from the force of the kiss and made his way to pull the roast out.
“Those should be illegal.”
“What?”
“Those kisses you give me that on a crucial moment make my knees weak.”
“You complaining?”
“Hell, no. After dinner I want more of those.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“Look at you! How can I not be, huh?”
“Good point. Only...the same applies for you, too.”
Viggo had set the table for them in a not so traditional way. There were two seats placed next to each other, white plates. A huge yellow rose sat on the other plate. Its stem was cut short and every thorn carefully pulled away. Orlando stared at the beautifully set table and picked up the yellow rose. He brought it to his nose and smelled. Orlando felt the familiar gentle twist inside his heart knowing the small gesture of finding a flower with his favourite color made him fall in love a little bit more.
“You ready to eat or should we wait?”
“I’m famished, really. I’m just awed at how far, to what extent you are willing to go for me, to find a simple rose and pull the thorns out so that I don’t hurt my fingers, this dinner, and how you’ve set the table. Everything makes me feel so special.”
“But you are,” Viggo stated simply, putting the roast down and pulling Orlando to sit.
“I know. You just keep amazing me.” Viggo sat down next to Orlando and lit the lone candle.
“Love knows no boundaries,” Viggo said placing a kiss on Orlando’s cheek. Orlando felt the lump forming in his throat and he kept quiet waiting for it to disappear.
“I agree with you on that.”
They ate in silence, bestowing butterfly kisses between bites, sharing looks and smiles. They emptied the bottle Orlando had brought slowly, while enjoying each other’s company. It was one of the many Christmases they’ve spent together but once again it was one of a kind and special. They put real effort in making each Christmas count and be memorable. Like Viggo had said, love knows no boundaries.
Orlando lay his head down on Viggo’s shoulder as they looked out through the high windows of their apartment. People were gathering around the big Christmas tree in Central Park. Someone had the privilege to press the button that would, again, light up the whole tree. They had exchanged gifts as well. They would open them a little later, after a long night of sleep. Orlando yawned making Viggo chuckle. “The flight must have been long. And you just had to go out and buy that wine.”
“Hmm, yeah. Although, I feel accomplished. I managed to get excellent wine and if those kids get a smile on their sad faces then I’m happy.”
“That’s exactly why I love you. You’ve done more good tonight than many ever does. You thought of the homeless children. Not everyone thinks they can be more than thieves.”
“That’s just who I am.”
“Yeah. One of the many things why I adore you so much, why I’m so proud to be with you, be the one you come home to.”
“I could say the same about you, Vig.”
“We are quite a pair, aren’t we?”
“A sappy pair, for sure.”
Laughter rang through the apartment as they agreed on what Orlando said. At the same time the lights of the Christmas tree were lit. Orlando placed his other hand on Viggo’s thigh with a slap and held his aching stomach with another. Running the hand up and down along the muscular thigh, he turned a little and pulled Viggo into yet another Christmas kiss. Viggo could only respond. He was glad they were sitting on the couch. His body seemed to respond so forcefully. Orlando had always had a way to make a grown man dribble. This wasn’t an exception. The kiss held so much promise Viggo shuddered and surrendered completely.
The end
Title: No boundaries
Author:
obvmluverBeta: The always wonderful
littlegreenleafPairing: Viggo/Orlando
Summary: Christmas time spent in New York.
Rating: PG-13, I believe
Warnings: None
Feedback: lets me know what the readers think. Oh, well...*shrugs*
Disclaimer: All made up. In other words FICTION.
A note: Like I already said this is posted early. It just needed to be posted now. It demanded, stomped on my feet until I relented.*shrugs again* What could I do?
Christmas time was evident all over New York City. Christmas lights and fake trees were everywhere. The thing that made the Christmas feel even more present was the silent snowfall. Orlando glanced up into the evening sky and smiled as a big and fluffy flake landed on the tip of his nose and melted. He chuckled as the cold flake turned into a droplet of water and ran down on his left cheek and made its way inside his jacket.
Securing the bottle of red wine in his hand he made his way across the street. He passed a church where a group of homeless children were singing Christmas carols. Turning back he made his way to the children and stopped to the front of them. A genuine smile spread on his face as one by one the children stopped singing realizing who their audience was. “Oh, my God.” One of the older girls gasped and nearly lost her footing on the icy steps.
“Careful there.” Orlando breathed warmly and walked up to her. “Are you okay?”
A mute nod was the reply he received. “You lot are singing beautifully. Where have you learned that?”
“Mrs. Swinton has always said songs carry the power.”
“They indeed do.” Looking into a small hat placed on the base of the steps Orlando realized there were only a few pennies thrown inside. “How are you going to spend Christmas this year?” he asked.
“Um... we don’t spend it. Of course we’ve got special food at the shelter. That’s our Christmas every year.” One African-American boy confessed.
“What is the name of this shelter, then?”
“Open Door Mission.”
“Can I trust you with something?” Orlando asked then putt the wine down and fished a check book out of his breast pocket.
“Anything.”
“Good.” With that Orlando wrote a five- numbered sum and his signature onto one check. “Here. Take this to Mrs. Swinton and have a real Christmas this year. I’m going to give you presents. Go visit Toys R Us or anyplace you like with her and pick up something you want or need. Okay?” Orlando received twelve mute nods. Then he dug into his wallet and dropped more money into the hat. “Merry Christmas everyone.” he said with a smile and picked the wine back up. “Keep up the good work.” he finished with a wink and then continued his way.
Smiling, he entered the building he was supposed to be in minutes ago and leaned against the lift wall. Pressing the button number 10, he waited. The cling told him soon he had arrived where he was supposed to be. At the end of the corridor was a lone door. The apartment behind it was the only one on that floor. Orlando was just about to knock when the door flew open.
“Hi. I was waiting for you.”
Orlando blinked and then smiled. “Hi. I got caught up. Sorry.”
“For a good cause, I hope.”
“Saw homeless children singing carols, talked to them, found out they won’t have a real Christmas with presents, gave them a check.”
“You are so predictable.” Viggo laughed taking the jacket from Orlando.
“I am?” Orlando feigned surprise. Viggo laughed more. Orlando smiled. “I guess I am.”
“Yeah, you are.” Viggo said after bestowing a small kiss on Orlando’s lips.
“I brought the wine you suggested we’d have for dinner,” Orlando spoke against Viggo’s lips.
“Dinner can wait. I need to memorize you.”
“You remember me.”
“My lips don’t. Three weeks without you is pure hell for them.”
Orlando chuckled. “Fine. I missed you, too.” With that Orlando gave in and responded to the gentle assault.
Taking a step back, Viggo sighed a dreamy smile on his face. “That’s better.”
“Can’t say that was bad.” The grin on Orlando’s face made Viggo crack up. “My lips feel very welcome.” The grin broadened and showed a perfect line of white teeth.
Viggo took Orlando’s hand and shook his head. “Come on, you.”
They made their way to the spacious living room. Orlando looked at the sight opening in front of him. The Christmas lights in Central Park were being lit. “Here...” Viggo said as he took his place beside Orlando handing him a steaming mug of mulled wine. “Five more minutes,” Viggo whispered into Orlando’s ear.
“Five is everything I need.” Orlando smiled, wound a hand to the back of Viggo’s head and pulled him into a warm kiss. Hearing the stove’s alarm go off, Viggo staggered a little from the force of the kiss and made his way to pull the roast out.
“Those should be illegal.”
“What?”
“Those kisses you give me that on a crucial moment make my knees weak.”
“You complaining?”
“Hell, no. After dinner I want more of those.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“Look at you! How can I not be, huh?”
“Good point. Only...the same applies for you, too.”
Viggo had set the table for them in a not so traditional way. There were two seats placed next to each other, white plates. A huge yellow rose sat on the other plate. Its stem was cut short and every thorn carefully pulled away. Orlando stared at the beautifully set table and picked up the yellow rose. He brought it to his nose and smelled. Orlando felt the familiar gentle twist inside his heart knowing the small gesture of finding a flower with his favourite color made him fall in love a little bit more.
“You ready to eat or should we wait?”
“I’m famished, really. I’m just awed at how far, to what extent you are willing to go for me, to find a simple rose and pull the thorns out so that I don’t hurt my fingers, this dinner, and how you’ve set the table. Everything makes me feel so special.”
“But you are,” Viggo stated simply, putting the roast down and pulling Orlando to sit.
“I know. You just keep amazing me.” Viggo sat down next to Orlando and lit the lone candle.
“Love knows no boundaries,” Viggo said placing a kiss on Orlando’s cheek. Orlando felt the lump forming in his throat and he kept quiet waiting for it to disappear.
“I agree with you on that.”
They ate in silence, bestowing butterfly kisses between bites, sharing looks and smiles. They emptied the bottle Orlando had brought slowly, while enjoying each other’s company. It was one of the many Christmases they’ve spent together but once again it was one of a kind and special. They put real effort in making each Christmas count and be memorable. Like Viggo had said, love knows no boundaries.
Orlando lay his head down on Viggo’s shoulder as they looked out through the high windows of their apartment. People were gathering around the big Christmas tree in Central Park. Someone had the privilege to press the button that would, again, light up the whole tree. They had exchanged gifts as well. They would open them a little later, after a long night of sleep. Orlando yawned making Viggo chuckle. “The flight must have been long. And you just had to go out and buy that wine.”
“Hmm, yeah. Although, I feel accomplished. I managed to get excellent wine and if those kids get a smile on their sad faces then I’m happy.”
“That’s exactly why I love you. You’ve done more good tonight than many ever does. You thought of the homeless children. Not everyone thinks they can be more than thieves.”
“That’s just who I am.”
“Yeah. One of the many things why I adore you so much, why I’m so proud to be with you, be the one you come home to.”
“I could say the same about you, Vig.”
“We are quite a pair, aren’t we?”
“A sappy pair, for sure.”
Laughter rang through the apartment as they agreed on what Orlando said. At the same time the lights of the Christmas tree were lit. Orlando placed his other hand on Viggo’s thigh with a slap and held his aching stomach with another. Running the hand up and down along the muscular thigh, he turned a little and pulled Viggo into yet another Christmas kiss. Viggo could only respond. He was glad they were sitting on the couch. His body seemed to respond so forcefully. Orlando had always had a way to make a grown man dribble. This wasn’t an exception. The kiss held so much promise Viggo shuddered and surrendered completely.
The end
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No just kidding ... Lovely and very Christmassy (is that a word?)
Thanks for sharing early ... Hugs and kisses!
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