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Ficlet: Untroubled 2: Waking Dreams (VM/SB, G)
Title: Waking Dreams (1/1)
Series: Untroubled (2/2)
Author: Cinzia
Rating: G (pre-slash)
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Sean Bean
Summary: Sean wakes up.
Disclaimer: This is NOT true, because I just made it up. It NEVER happened.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Author Notes: Sequel to Night-fears, from Sean's POV.
Waking Dreams
by Cinzia
Sean woke up to the sunlight of a brilliant spring morning and the faint sound of someone talking on the phone, downstairs.
Viggo, he thought, and closed his eyes again, remaining still for a few moments more, face turned into the pillow to block out the brightness of the light, just adjusting to the new day.
He took a deep breath and thought, I had a dream last night.
He couldn't remember it clearly, but it'd been a nice dream, pleasant, happy. He knew this because it had left him in a good mood, and that was so rare on a working day.
At last he blinked sleep away, stretching and getting up. He felt remarkably good, refreshed and well-rested, no complaints from overworked muscles. He tried to remember what time he needed to be on set... more sword-training with Viggo, probably. Good: so they could leave together.
It was nice having a roommate, after so long. Sean still didn't know what had made him step out and offer to share his place, but he was glad he had. The man was good company, though a bit odd sometimes. Sean had found out he could listen to Viggo talking about, well, everything for hours, because in the end he could make fun of him pretending not to have heard a word, and Viggo would just laugh and tell him to fuck off--and grin while pretending to scowl.
Daft silly American, he was.
When he got downstairs he found his roommate in the kitchen, preparing breakfast: Viggo was barefoot as usual, his short blond hair spiky and tousled, and was wearing a white t-shirt and baggy sweatpants that almost completely covered his feet--he looked so like a child just woken up, that Sean felt himself grinning fondly, the pleasant sense of peace and contentedness from his dream still lingering in the corners of his mind.
"Morning," he called, and Viggo looked at him from over his shoulder and just raised his eyebrows with a grin, the words 'It was high time already' hanging between them as clearly as if he had spoken them aloud.
Sean grinned back, moving closer to get his favourite mug from the cabinet next to Viggo, and to clip him amiably on the head--when he suddenly smelled it.
Smelled his dream.
"Coffee or tea?" Viggo asked just then, turning around to face him; and when he looked up into Sean's face Sean--stupidly enough--blushed.
It was Viggo.
Viggo was still looking at him, and Sean could see that look changing under his eyes, until he saw a faint rosy glow touch Viggo's cheeks as well.
Sean was sure he had smelled Viggo on his pillow.
They stood there for a while, looking at each other, looking lost; and Sean's arms opened, a little--as if remembering how it'd felt not being empty.
At last Viggo said, "They called from the studio earlier, while you were still..." He trailed off, the faint pink growing a shade darker, but his eyes never left Sean's face. "They found me a place of my own," he finished, half-heartedly.
Faced with decisions so early in the morning, Sean couldn't think properly. He had Viggo's scent still on him, he realised; and a peaceful, happy mood lingering from a--well, not from a dream, after all.
And so "Don't go?" he heard himself say, softly, a little questioningly, as if still dreaming.
Viggo looked taken aback by that; he looked away. When after a moment he looked back at Sean, there was a tentative, wondering smile on his lips.
"Okay," Viggo said, and if there was a question in there as well, or an answer, Sean was suddenly sure he'd come around to it, in time.
Now that he had time--that he knew there could be something for which they would need time.
Viggo leaned closer, reached around him, and handed Sean his favourite mug.
Sean felt his own smile come back, and when he reached out to clip Viggo as he'd planned, his hand opened and his fingers strayed into Viggo's hair, staying there for a second. Or two.
It still felt like living in a dream, Sean thought.
Viggo's eyes were suddenly smiling as well, his fingers briefly closing over Sean's on the mug; and Sean decided that it was a nice dream, a dream that would make him feel good.
A dream that would be worth remembering.
End
Series: Untroubled (2/2)
Author: Cinzia
Rating: G (pre-slash)
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Sean Bean
Summary: Sean wakes up.
Disclaimer: This is NOT true, because I just made it up. It NEVER happened.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Author Notes: Sequel to Night-fears, from Sean's POV.
Waking Dreams
by Cinzia
Sean woke up to the sunlight of a brilliant spring morning and the faint sound of someone talking on the phone, downstairs.
Viggo, he thought, and closed his eyes again, remaining still for a few moments more, face turned into the pillow to block out the brightness of the light, just adjusting to the new day.
He took a deep breath and thought, I had a dream last night.
He couldn't remember it clearly, but it'd been a nice dream, pleasant, happy. He knew this because it had left him in a good mood, and that was so rare on a working day.
At last he blinked sleep away, stretching and getting up. He felt remarkably good, refreshed and well-rested, no complaints from overworked muscles. He tried to remember what time he needed to be on set... more sword-training with Viggo, probably. Good: so they could leave together.
It was nice having a roommate, after so long. Sean still didn't know what had made him step out and offer to share his place, but he was glad he had. The man was good company, though a bit odd sometimes. Sean had found out he could listen to Viggo talking about, well, everything for hours, because in the end he could make fun of him pretending not to have heard a word, and Viggo would just laugh and tell him to fuck off--and grin while pretending to scowl.
Daft silly American, he was.
When he got downstairs he found his roommate in the kitchen, preparing breakfast: Viggo was barefoot as usual, his short blond hair spiky and tousled, and was wearing a white t-shirt and baggy sweatpants that almost completely covered his feet--he looked so like a child just woken up, that Sean felt himself grinning fondly, the pleasant sense of peace and contentedness from his dream still lingering in the corners of his mind.
"Morning," he called, and Viggo looked at him from over his shoulder and just raised his eyebrows with a grin, the words 'It was high time already' hanging between them as clearly as if he had spoken them aloud.
Sean grinned back, moving closer to get his favourite mug from the cabinet next to Viggo, and to clip him amiably on the head--when he suddenly smelled it.
Smelled his dream.
"Coffee or tea?" Viggo asked just then, turning around to face him; and when he looked up into Sean's face Sean--stupidly enough--blushed.
It was Viggo.
Viggo was still looking at him, and Sean could see that look changing under his eyes, until he saw a faint rosy glow touch Viggo's cheeks as well.
Sean was sure he had smelled Viggo on his pillow.
They stood there for a while, looking at each other, looking lost; and Sean's arms opened, a little--as if remembering how it'd felt not being empty.
At last Viggo said, "They called from the studio earlier, while you were still..." He trailed off, the faint pink growing a shade darker, but his eyes never left Sean's face. "They found me a place of my own," he finished, half-heartedly.
Faced with decisions so early in the morning, Sean couldn't think properly. He had Viggo's scent still on him, he realised; and a peaceful, happy mood lingering from a--well, not from a dream, after all.
And so "Don't go?" he heard himself say, softly, a little questioningly, as if still dreaming.
Viggo looked taken aback by that; he looked away. When after a moment he looked back at Sean, there was a tentative, wondering smile on his lips.
"Okay," Viggo said, and if there was a question in there as well, or an answer, Sean was suddenly sure he'd come around to it, in time.
Now that he had time--that he knew there could be something for which they would need time.
Viggo leaned closer, reached around him, and handed Sean his favourite mug.
Sean felt his own smile come back, and when he reached out to clip Viggo as he'd planned, his hand opened and his fingers strayed into Viggo's hair, staying there for a second. Or two.
It still felt like living in a dream, Sean thought.
Viggo's eyes were suddenly smiling as well, his fingers briefly closing over Sean's on the mug; and Sean decided that it was a nice dream, a dream that would make him feel good.
A dream that would be worth remembering.
End
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