It's five in the morning and the sun is lying on the horizon, not quite ready to join the sky. The dull humming of the kitchen light is oddly comforting as I deftly add ingredients to the omelette I'm making, and I whistle off-key while tossing in tomatoes. We have to be up in forty-five minutes and on-set in ninety minutes, and Viggo's still sleeping soundly. My internal clock woke me early, which almost never happens, but I'm a man on a mission this morning. That mission would be to show my love for my incredible boyfriend every way I can.
So I've started with breakfast. Omelettes are one of the very few things I can actually cook, and that along with a good glass of orange juice is one of Viggo's favorite breakfasts. I carefully remove the omelette from the skillet and put it on a plate. Navigating my way through the mess of his house, I smile as I walk into the bedroom. Light is just beginning to stream in through the windows, and Viggo looks so peaceful and lovely fast asleep.
I feel a pricking sensation in my chest as I sit down on the bed next to him, the breakfast tray on my lap. How fucking lucky am I that he forgave me for being such a tosser? He's the most amazing person I've ever met and I almost ruined everything because I couldn't tell him about how I felt. Deep down, I knew he would never consider me a dirty secret, but some part of me was scared that this was some on-set romance that would end completely when we leave New Zealand.
"Viggo," I say softly. "Time to wake up."
"No it's not," comes the sleepy reply. "Too early."
"I made you breakfast."
Yeah, that wakes him up. "An omelette?" he asks as he looks at the tray in front of him. "You didn't need to do that, love."
"I wanted to. I figured it's the least I can do after what happened."
Viggo chuckles as he takes a bite of his breakfast. "You don't owe me anything, Orli. The only thing I want if just for you to be honest with me about your problems from now on. And, I guess, to show me that you love me. Because I did doubt that a bit after the fight."
Jesus, I'm such a creep to have caused him to doubt my love. "You'll never doubt it again, Vig, I promise. That's why I made you breakfast today, to show you that I love you."
He breaks out that wide grin that I adore. "Getting up at five in the morning to make an omelette is pretty sweet of you."
"I try." I sit back and watch him devour his breakfast with a smile on my face.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"You look like you're studying me. Like Jane Goodall, or even that Crocodile Hunter guy that Henry likes."
"Crikey!" I exclaim in a ludicrous Aussie accent. "Watch the full-grown Viggo wolf down the omelette his boyfriend made him! Now the Viggo might look like a very tame species, but you have to watch out when you get to close to this big fella! He's not shy about jumpin' somebody's bones!"
"You're nuts," he laughs after downing his orange juice. "You better hope Hugo never catches you trying to do that accent again."
"It's not so bad," I say defensively. "Besides, what about you? I mean, you practically *invented* an accent for Aragorn! It's not British, it's not American . . . nobody knows what the hell it is! Although it is a turn-on."
"God, don't tell me you're thinking of role-playing again," Viggo groans.
"Hey, after the premiere of 'Fellowship', we're going to have wild monkey sex while pretending to be the elf and the ranger."
"Monkey sex? Do I even want to know what that is?" He puts the tray on the floor and lies back against the pillows. "And while I appreciated the breakfast in bed, why did you make it so early? We still have over an hour until we have to be on-set."
"Well, then let's put it to good use."
Viggo laughs as I straddle his legs. "You're impossible."
"No, I'm just showing you how much I love you." I lean down and kiss him, hearing him moan softly as my tongue slips past his lips. "I like the way you kiss me like it's the only thing in the world that matters," I murmur. "I love ths stubble you have for this role, how it feels against your skin." I rub my cheek against his to prove my point. "And the little cleft in your chin is so adorable."
"Adorable?"
"Yes. Now be quiet and let me worship you."
Viggo smiles softly and reaches up to cup my face. "And when do I get to worship *you*, Orli?"
"When it's your turn to apologize for something." I kiss him again. "May I continue?"
"By all means."
"Well, I love the scar. Even if you got it through sheer stupidity, it's really quite sexy." I ignore his chuckling and brush a finger across his cheek. "The cheekbones are so handsome."
"Mmm, so are yours."
"Oh, hush. Now, it was your eyes that first drew me in, Vig. They're so deep and entrancing, and you have no idea how gorgeous they are." It's true -- he's completely oblivious to his own beauty. "And your hair is so soft; I always thought long hair looked stupid on guys before meeting you, but it seems so sexy now. But only on you."
"Orli, are you going to talk about every part of my body?" he asks with a smile.
"Yes." I kiss down his neck and can feel him beginning to get hard. Good. "I love the tattoo that binds all of us together," I tell him as I kiss his shoulder. "And your arms are so strong, but your hands are so gentle when I need them to be." Each finger gets a kiss. "Your chest is so firm, and I love to lay my head on it and hear your heartbeat." I tease his nipples with my tongue and suck them into hard peaks while Viggo's hand comes down to rest on my head.
"I love your cock," I say with a blush as I remove his boxers. "I know that sounds like a stupid thing to say, but I mean it. When you're inside of me or I'm inside of you, it just makes me feel so complete, like there was a part of me missing before I met you but I didn't even know it. I love you so much, Viggo."
"I love you, too, Orlando." His hands pull at my clothes and soon I'm as naked as he is. Gently rolling me to my back, he crawls over me and runs a finger down my cheek. "So beautiful," he murmurs. My cheeks flush from the compliment. "I could tell you all the things about you that I love, but words are failing me right now. Do you mind if I just show you?"
"Of course not." He kisses me with the utmost tenderness and my hands reach around to stroke his back. How could I have ever put myself in jeopardy of never having this again, of never again feeling him be close to me and loving me?
"Stop thinking," Viggo mumbles against my lips. It's amazing how well he knows my thoughts. "I've already forgiven you; there's nothing to atone for anymore."
Our erections brush up against one another and I moan into his mouth, sucking on his tongue. "Need you *now*," I tell him. Viggo nods and fumbles around on the nightstand before grabbing the lube and beginning to coat his fingers. "No," I say. "I'm ready, just do it."
"Are you sure?" It's a reasonable question -- after all, Viggo is pretty well-endowed.
"Yes."
Quickly slicking up his cock, Viggo pushes firmly into me; it hurts a little, but I don't care. "God, you're so tight," he gasps. "Are you okay?" I nod and reach up to caress his face. He slowly begins to move with deliberate strokes, still conscious of how snug the fit can be when he doesn't stretch me with his fingers first. After a minute, I lock my ankles around his waist and draw him closer to me, needing more. His hands slide under my arse and tilt my body upwards just enough so that the angle changes and he hits my prostate.
I give out a hoarse cry and move my hands to the back of his head, urging him down for a kiss. Our mouths meet and all I can feel is bliss. This is what I meant when I told him he makes me feel complete. It's like everything in the universe boils down to those moments when we're connected physically as well as spiritually. And if that sounds like the sappiest thing anyone could say, I don't care.
The feeling of a strong hand on my erection makes me whimper into his mouth as he continues to kiss me. When I thrust up into his hand, I also push myself further onto his cock, and the double stimulation leaves me trembling. I bite back a groan of displeasure when he breaks the kiss, but he smiles at me and brushes a thumb over my lips.
"I love you," he says softly as he moves inside of me. "I love you so much."
"Viggo . . ." I can't say more right now, but I don't need to. We both know that I return the love with every fiber of my being.
His hand begins to stroke me in earnest now, concentrating on bringing me to orgasm. I'm reduced to gasping and moaning, not even capable of saying anything that resembles coherency. When he leans down for another kiss, it's enough to drive me over the edge, coating his hand with my release.
My muscles clench around him as his strokes become more shallow, his own climax about to crash down on him. "JesusfuckOrli!" he cries as he comes inside of me, his hands tightly gripping my hips. Watching his face contort in ecstasy is really a wonder to behold, and I know I'll never get tired of seeing it.
Viggo avoids collapsing on me by doing a nifty sideways roll, and I reach my hand over to stroke his sweaty forehead. "That was wonderful," I tell him. He pulls my hand down to his mouth and kisses my palm before sliding his lips to the tattoo on my forearm. "You definitely showed me what you feel."
"Sometimes words aren't necessary," he says. "I know that I can put more love into a kiss than I can into a poem." He proves it by kissing me sweetly. "See what I mean?"
"Hmm. I might need more evidence."
He hits me with a pillow. "You're such a needy little thing."
"Well, as much as I love to lie here and get attacked by pillows, we should get up soon. A shower is definitely in order, even if your character is supposed to look dirty."
"Yeah, and I don't think Aragorn is supposed to reek of sex," he says dryly. Unless Pete rewrote today's scenes to include a rendezvous with your gay elf."
"Hey, Legolas is *not* gay. He's just a little in touch with his feminine side."
Viggo snorts. "Yeah, that's like saying Boromir's a *little* tempted by the ring."
"Oh, stopbeing mean. I'm going to go take a shower." I hop out of bed, sashaying into the bathroom and wiggling my arse for the full effect. "Are you joining me?"
"Hell yeah!" he exclaims, smacking my arse as he runs past me.
"You mangy git!" I holler, following him into the shower. "This means war!"
Viggo laughs as the water starts to cascade over us. "If it's all the same to you, I'd rather just get clean."
"Wanna wash my back?" I ask, leering at him.
"I always do." Viggo leans forward and kisses my nose, and I respond by sticking my tongue out at him. "Your maturity continues to amaze me," he chuckles.
"Oh, just soap me up, old man."
"Of course. I can't say no to you." It's said lightly but
I know he means it, and I realize once again how insanely blessed I am
to have Viggo as my partner in life. Now that everything's okay again,
I can breathe normally, hold my head up high, and be ready to face a new
day.
