TITLE: Some Kind of Heaven (8/22)
AUTHOR: Elizabeth (sef7881@aol.com)
WEBSITE: https://www.angelfire.com/scary/randominsanity/RandomInsanity.html
PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Domestic issues (Orli's POV)
FEEDBACK: It's the highlights in my hairdo, the extra arms on Vishnu
WARNINGS: None
DISCLAIMER: This story is solely a product of my twisted imagination
ARCHIVE: BTF, LBES, Lothlorien, my site; all others please ask, but
I'll surely say yes
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I give some quick shout-outs to my favorite suburban
L.A. restaurants in this one. They really exist, I didn't make them
up
DATE WRITTEN: June 29th, 2003
It's a wonderful feeling to spend a Saturday afternoon in early May lounging on the couch with the paper and a bowl of Froot Loops. I only have three more days here in L.A. with Viggo until I fly out to Australia to film my next movie, and I fully intend to savor every second. As much as I love being an actor, I'm not really looking forward to spending almost three months away from Viggo.
The sound of the car pulling into the driveway pulls me from my little melancholy reverie and makes me smile. Viggo spent most of the morning running various errands, and it'll be nice to have some quiet time together before Henry comes over in a few hours. Perhaps enough time for an afternoon shag. Sure, we already had sex twice yesterday, but I'm completely insatiable when it comes to getting naked with my beautiful boyfriend.
"Hey," I call as he walks through the front door. "Do you need a hand with anything?"
"I got it, thanks," he says, putting a bag of groceries down on the kitchen counter. "Enjoying your Froot Loops?" he asks with a smile.
"Of course I am."
"I'm just going to put the laundry in the bedroom."
"Okay." I go back to reading the paper and slurp another spoonful of cereal.
"Orli?" he calls a few moments later from down the hall.
"Yeah?"
"Could you come here?"
Ooh, does he want a shag? That'd be nice. I quickly fold the paper and dash into the kitchen to put my cereal on the counter before bouncing down the hall. "What's up?" I ask breathlessly when I reach the bedroom.
"I thought you said you'd make the bed," Viggo says. He doesn't look horny, he looks annoyed. Not exactly what I was hoping for.
"Um, I forgot."
"You always forget to make the bed, Orli," he tells me with exasperation. "You know that I'm not a neat freak or anything, but I do like to have my bed made every day."
"What's the point, though? I mean, we always end up messing it up anyway," I say suggestively, hoping he'll take the hint.
"Look, if you could just make sure the blankets are pulled up so that they meet the pillows, then I'll be fine."
I resist the urge to roll my eyes as I look at the bed. "Okay, fine." I take the pillows and move them all the way down towards the bottom of the mattress where the blankets are bunched. "Satisfied, Master Chief?"
Viggo closes his eyes for a minute, and I know he's mentally counting to ten to avoid yelling. I've seen him use this technique with Henry. "Orli, making the bed is not that difficult a thing to do."
"Yeah, well neither is remembering to buy soy milk, but you always forget to do that," I point out.
"That's because you never write it on the list! I've told you a million times that if you want something, just write it down. Besides, you know how to get to the grocery store yourself."
"Except that the last two times I went to the grocery store, I had to fill the car up with petrol because you *never* refill it."
"You're one to talk about laziness, Orli. It's two in the afternoon and you still haven't gotten dressed yet."
"It's a bloody Saturday, Vig!" I exclaim. "What should I wear? A tuxedo?"
"Well if it's not too much to ask, Henry's coming over later and I'd like you to be wearing more than just your boxers." He pauses and frowns. "Wait a second. You're wearing *my* boxers, aren't you?"
I shrug. "Yeah, so what? I grabbed them out of the dryer this morning since I woke up naked and didn't have any clean underwear. They're a bit loose on me, but they're clean."
"I can't believe you're wearing my underwear."
"Oh, for God's sake! It's not like it's anywhere *you* haven't been before."
"That's not the point!"
"What *is* the point, Viggo? You're being a real tosser today!"
"Well, excuse me for wanting the bed to be made."
I sigh in exasperation. "You know what, I'm going to go for a walk. When I get back, maybe you'll stop behaving like such an arse." I grab clothes and shoes off of the floor, dressing as I walk to the front door.
"Nobody walks in L.A.," he calls after me.
"I don't give a shit," I holler back, letting the door slam behind me.
*****
I spend about an hour walking around the area where we live. After spending fifteen minutes trying to figure out what the hell is pissing my boyfriend off, I simply give up and decide to think about something else. By the time I circle back to the house, I'm still no closer to knowing why Viggo was being so bitchy. I just hope his mood has gotten better since I left him alone.
He's sitting at the table on the back patio, staring into space and smoking a cigarette. Holy fuck. Smoking a cigarette? The only time Viggo ever smokes is when he's *really* stressed about something. Okay, now I'm getting worried.
"Vig?"
"Hey," he says softly, turning around to look at me. "I'm sorry I was such a dick before."
I chuckle and sit down next to him. "Apology accepted. Do you want to tell me why you're so upset that you're trying to give yourself lung cancer?" I take the cigarette from his fingers and grind it out in an ashtray. "You never smoke unless something's really wrong."
Viggo sighs. "Orli, these last two months have been so wonderful. It's been amazing to have you here all the time, to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep with you every night. And I just hate the fact that you're going to Australia."
"Oh, Vig," I say sadly, taking his hand in mine.
"Look, I couldn't be happier that you got the part in 'Ned Kelly'. And I know better than anyone that this is your job, it's how you live your life. I mean, it's how I live *my* life, too. But it's still hard to be separated from you."
"I don't want to be separated from you either, you know."
"Oh, I know that. And I wasn't mad at you, Orli," he explains. "I was just . . . I don't know, being an idiot. The whole thing put me in a bad mood, and then when I saw the stupid unmade bed, it was the last thing I needed."
"Yeah, well I didn't exactly help by moving the pillows down at the foot of the bed."
Viggo chuckles and squeezes my hand. "It was kind of cute that you called me 'Master Chief', though."
"I was having a 'G.I. Jane' moment." I switch chairs and deposit myself on his lap. "That movie always makes me want to be a misbehaving young recruit who needs to be disciplined by the ruthless Master Chief," I say with a grin.
He laughs loudly. "Is that so?"
"Yes." I kiss him soundly and feel his arms come around my body. "I've been a very bad boy, Master Chief. I think I need to be taught a lesson."
"We're not doing 'G.I. Jane' roleplaying, love."
"Fine. Then you can be Viggo, the eccentric artist, and I'll be Orlando, the carefree daredevil, and we'll sit here and snog."
"Sounds better." With that, he grins and pulls me in for a devastating kiss. I moan softly when his lips move down to attack my neck; one of his hands slips under my tee-shirt and gently strokes my back.
All snogging stops, however, when we hear the glass door that separates the patio from the living room being opened. We look up and immediately blush crimson as we see Henry standing there, laughing like crazy at us. Viggo and I quickly disentangle ourselves and stand up, trying to act as if we hadn't been doing anything.
"Am I interrupting something?" Henry asks as he cracks up.
Viggo looks like he wants to be swallowed up by the ground. "Um, no . . . we were just . . ."
"Making out like crazy," Henry cackles. "I saw."
"Well, we didn't think you'd be here this soon," he explains.
"Dad, I called you this morning to tell you that Exene was dropping me off at three instead of at five, remember?"
"I must have forgot," Viggo says, still avoiding eye contact with his son. I would be laughing along with Henry except for the fact that I know I'll now be the recipient of much teasing from the boy. Not to mention that he'll probably call Elijah to tell him about this incident.
"Should I leave you two alone?" Henry asks with a grin. "I can go into my room and turn the music up."
"No, really, it's no big deal," Viggo says hastily. "Let's just forget about this and, um, go to a movie or something." He walks into the house, giving Henry a quick hug as he passes him.
"We're never going to live this down, are we?" I ask Henry.
"Nope," he tells me, still smiling. "But it could be worse, you know. I mean, all I saw was you guys playing tonsil hockey My friends have some horror stories of seeing their parents really going at it. If that every happened to me, I'd have to poke my eyes out. No offense, or anything."
"None taken," I laugh.
Henry's smile fades as he looks at the ashtray on the table. "Dad was smoking?"
"He had one cigarette."
"Is he okay?"
"Yeah. He was a little stressed, but nothing major."
"About you going away?" Damn, he's a perceptive kid.
"Right. But he's fine now."
"Okay, I called the movie theater," Viggo announces as he comes back outside. "Henry, if you really want to see 'Spider Man', it's playing at 4:30 down at the Rancho Palos Verdes theater."
"Sounds cool. Is that okay with you, Orli?"
"Sure, kid. It looks like a cool movie."
"Are you kidding? It looks awesome." Henry is quite a comic book fan; it's one of the reasons he's become friends with Lij.
"Where do you want to go to dinner afterwards?" Viggo asks his son. "Does El Tarasco sound good?"
"Orli should pick," Henry declares. "I mean, he's leaving on Tuesday and all."
They both look at me expectantly. "Um, can we go to the PCH Chinese restaurant?"
"Sure," Viggo says with a smile. "On one condition."
"What's that?"
"Go make the bed."
I grin. "Yes sir, Master Chief."
We both start cracking up, and Henry looks at us like we've gone crazy.
"You guys," he says with a shake of his head, "are so weird."
