TITLE: The Only Kind of Love (2/22)
AUTHOR: Elizabeth (sef7881@aol.com)
PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
RATING: R
SUMMARY: Early morning euphoria (Viggo's POV)
FEEDBACK: To (badly) paraphrase Galadriel: "This task is asked of the
beloved readers. And if you do not do it, Elizabeth will be
sad." In other words, let me know what you think!
WARNINGS: None
DISCLAIMER: If I knew any of these people, I'd be the happiest
girl in the world. But I don't. So that means this is all
pure fiction, and I don't make any claims that these stories are true,
nor do I make any money off of them. This is all just to satisfy
my demented imagination.
ARCHIVE: Help yourself, just let me know where it's going
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Immeasurable thanks to Lostiawen, my beloved
beta/friend/partner in crime.
5:23.
5:42.
6:01.
The minutes roll by as the sun begins to filter through our
windows. Pokey is snoozing on top of my dresser. Maude is
situated at the foot of the bed so she can protect us from harm,
snoring as only a little dog can. Orlando is wrapped around me
like a warm, secure blanket of happiness. And after everything
that happened last night, life could not be better.
I glance over at the clock. 6:17.
Orlando's warm breath skitters over my neck, making me shiver and trail
my fingers down his spine. He squirms in his sleep, smushing his
body impossibly closer to mine. Oh, does he like that? With
a grin on my face, I trace my fingertips in light circles along his
lower back and savor the whimpers that escape his tempting mouth.
Wanting to push him even more, I slide my hand further down. The
strategy works, as he whimpers even more when I run my fingers up and
down the cleft of his ass. I keep teasing him like this,
delighted that it takes almost no time for him to get hard.
"Viggo," he sighs. His embrace tightens around me, and I can feel
the rhythm of his heartbeat quickening with each sweep of my fingers.
"You awake?" I whisper, not wanting to disturb his slumber. Okay,
that's a lie. I wouldn't be groping him if I really wanted him to
stay asleep.
"I think so," Orli murmurs in his irresistible just-woke-up
voice. "Or I'm having a fabulous dream with a very shaggable
bloke."
"Then you must be awake, because you're the only shaggable bloke here."
"You're cheeky," he admonishes before kissing my neck. "And
you're wrong. I shag you every chance I get."
"Like right now?" I ask hopefully.
He laughs and kisses me with unabashed love. "You're just as
shameless as I am."
"Hey, you can't blame a man for trying."
"No, especially not when his attempts are successful."
The next thing I know, Orli is down between my legs, pushing them far
apart so that he can lower his mouth to my cock. Clinging, wet
heat immediately surrounds my erection; it's always the most
unbelievable feeling, especially when a certain mischievous tongue
joins in for some added fun. And then expert fingers are dancing
along my perineum, pressing just hard enough to make me gasp his name.
His tongue swirls all around the head of my cock, doing wicked tricks
that I have no idea where he learned. It dives in and out of the
slit before doing curling in a manner that's divine and obscene.
It's way too much pleasure for this early in the morning.
"Fucking God, Orlando!" I shout as my climax hits. "Yes!"
Okay, so the fun didn't last as long as I'd like, but I blame that on
Orlando's brilliance. He doesn't say a word, merely travels back
up my body, his sinful lips brushing over every patch of skin he
encounters. By the time he's reached my neck, I've wrapped a hand
around his erection and started to show my gratitude for the attention
he's giving me. His breath hitches as my fingers tease his cock
in the same manner that his tongue teased mine.
The sigh that escapes him at the touch of my hand is music to my
ears. Orli thrusts into my fist, desperate for even more.
Needy little thing. I would laugh at how voracious his appetites
are this morning, but it's difficult for me to make any noise
whatsoever when I catch sight of his half-lidded eyes staring at me
with unfettered lust.
"Feels so good," he groans. I nimbly slide my fingers some more,
and his praises grow louder.
"Do you like that, love?" A plaintive whimper is the only answer
that I receive. "You're so hard for me; it's so wonderful to feel
you getting closer and closer," I whisper, beginning to kiss his
neck. He arches up into my touches with near-feline grace, and I
find myself stunned anew by his beauty. A surge of energy sweeps
through me, making my hand speed up. All I want now is to make
him come, to see that lovely face contorting in ecstasy.
"Oh," he breathes, pushing even closer against me. "Vig, need to–"
I cut him off with a hard kiss, curling my tongue around his at the
same time that I flick my wrist in a way that always drives him
insane. A loud moan is the only warning I get before I feel him
tense and release, covering my hand with his hot come. I let out
a moan as well, making sure to kiss him thoroughly once more before
pulling back.
Orli's eyes open as a smile spreads across his face. He's the
picture of blissful content, and I almost want to reach for my camera
just so I can capture that expression. But I know these moments
belong solely to us, not to be recorded in any way except by our
memories. And I already know that I'll remember this morning for
a very, very long time.
*****
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course." Orlando licks a stray bit of apricot jam off of his
finger before taking another hearty bite out of his toast.
I sigh in mock annoyance. "Where the fuck is my engagement ring?"
He looks up at me, startled and blinking in confusion. "What?"
"Don't I get a diamond, or something?" I ask in my best
pissed-off-and-hurt tone of voice.
"W-well, I didn't think you'd want a ring, since you never wear flashy
things, so . . . wait. His eyes narrow. "You're mocking me."
"Me? Never?" I grin and sip my tea.
"You cunt! I thought you were really narked at me!"
"Over a ring?" I laugh.
"Hey, after all the planning I went through to make sure that last
night was perfect, I'm a bit touchy about things like that. Not
buying a ring was actually a decision I had to make."
"Last night *was* perfect, Orli," I assure him. "There wasn't a
single thing about it that I'd change."
He sighs with relief. "You have no clue how petrified I was that
you'd say no, or you'd think it was a joke, or that . . . I don't
know. I just had all of these scenarios in which everything would
go wrong."
"Proposing marriage is a terrifying thing. Hell, I almost threw
up on Exene before proposing to her because I was so nervous. I
rambled for about ten minutes before she told me to shut up and that
she'd be happy to marry me, since she had guessed what I was going on
about."
Orli laughs. "Very smooth. Then it's a good thing I didn't
come to you for advice about this."
"That'd be great – you asking me for advice on how to propose to *me*."
"It would kind of take away the element of surprise, yeah?"
"Just a bit," I laugh. "Speaking of surprise, it should be fun to
tell everyone about this."
"Oh, definitely! Although Sam will probably be annoyed that I'm
getting married before she is," he says with an evil grin.
"Well, maybe she'll get lucky and catch the bouquet."
"What bouquet? I'm not carrying any bloody bouquet!" He
looks horrified. "Fuck, if you ask me to carry flowers and wear a
gown, this whole thing is off!"
"But you look so good in white," I coo.
"Don't even joke about it, Vig! I'm not the bride!"
"So I can't carry you over the threshold?"
He pauses and thinks for a moment. "Well . . . maybe you can do
that. You know, if you're going to through me down on the bed
afterwards and give me a good shagging."
"It's a deal." I take another long sip of tea. "So, who do
you think we should tell first?"
"Um, well, Henry kind of knows already."
I arch an eyebrow at him. "Oh, does he?"
"Yeah. Well, I didn't want to even ask you to marry me without
getting permission from him."
"Permission?"
Orli nods, blushing a little bit. "I know we've been together for
a long time, but marriage is something else entirely. It wouldn't
be fair to him to change the way our family is without asking him,
would it? I mean, especially since he's the most important person
in your life."
"You *both* are the most important people in my lives," I say
softly. "Orli, I can't believe you did that. It's such a
wonderful thing to do."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. And it makes me love you even more, if that's
possible." I lean across the table and kiss him.
"Love you, too," he sighs.
"You know," I murmur, "there was a time after my divorce when I swore
off the concept of marriage and loving someone until death do you
part." Orli nods sympathetically, having heard this before.
"It just seemed impossible to be committed to somebody for that long
without it being tested. But you've taught me that the tests are
part of love, and that if your bond runs deep enough, the commitment to
each other will never falter."
"No, it won't falter. If anything, what we've dealt with over the
years has made us stronger."
"Strong enough to last forever," I tell him in a voice filled with
wonder and love.
"Without a doubt."
I can't stop a goofy grin from spreading across my face. Spending
forever with Orli sounds pretty damned good to me.
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