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Title: New Zealand Mornings.
Rating:PG
Beta: The adorable adam,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
_glassmenagerie. Adorable is his word.
Author notes: This was written for my beautiful lady, who is called Maladeh. Also known ashobbitgwen, who puts up with all my slowness and bullshit. I love you, sweetness. Here is your Dom.
The thing Orlando really hated about the mornings in New Zealand was Dom. Not that he didn’t like him or held some sort of resentment towards him for any reason. It was his face. Dom’s face at five in the morning was brighter and more alive than the rising sun. Walking from his trailer to make-up was a single-minded mission to avoid Dom and his breathtaking, unreal smile. But of course, like all of the hobbits, Orlando managed to run into him each and every morning.
“Elf.”
Orlando really didn’t have to turn around to see who had called to him.
“Dom.”
Orlando didnt lighten his pace and he didn’t even glance back. He could hear the footsteps behind him increasing till Dom walked beside him.
“Billy wants to go out to a little pub he found tonight.”
Dom’s words sort of ran together, his breath escaping his mouth in little tuffs of vapor every time he said a word. Orlando slowed his gait down a notch, feeling guilty because Dom was having trouble keeping up.
“Okay, well, I have things to do tonight.”
Dom snorted and whirled around in front of Orlando, blocking his path to walk and grinning like a fool. Any normal person would have started to sulk and walked away after a comment like that, Orlando thought.
“Damn, I keep forgetting I’m not talking to a nice, polite person and you won’t just submit to my will.”
Dom pushed into Orlando’s chest with his own and plundered Orlando’s senses with sunshine and honey.
“Submit to your will?”
Orlando thought his eyebrows must have arched completely off his face, and he could definitely feel the starts of a smirk tickling his mouth. He held Dom away from him by the arms to save his body from overloading.
“Submit to my will, you heard right you bloody wanker, you will be there tonight.”
Dom eased himself out of Orlando’s grip and stepped back from him. Orlando’s brain raced through a thousand ways to say he couldn’t, but none of them seemed to fit Dom. None of them would have worked on Dom.
“Yeah, I’ll be there.”
Dom smiled and the sun beamed from it. He skipped away, like only Dom could, towards his make-up trailer leaving Orlando standing there aggravated and impressed.
The thing Orlando really hated about the mornings in New Zealand was Dom.
Rating:PG
Beta: The adorable adam,
_glassmenagerie. Adorable is his word. Author notes: This was written for my beautiful lady, who is called Maladeh. Also known as
hobbitgwen, who puts up with all my slowness and bullshit. I love you, sweetness. Here is your Dom. The thing Orlando really hated about the mornings in New Zealand was Dom. Not that he didn’t like him or held some sort of resentment towards him for any reason. It was his face. Dom’s face at five in the morning was brighter and more alive than the rising sun. Walking from his trailer to make-up was a single-minded mission to avoid Dom and his breathtaking, unreal smile. But of course, like all of the hobbits, Orlando managed to run into him each and every morning.
“Elf.”
Orlando really didn’t have to turn around to see who had called to him.
“Dom.”
Orlando didnt lighten his pace and he didn’t even glance back. He could hear the footsteps behind him increasing till Dom walked beside him.
“Billy wants to go out to a little pub he found tonight.”
Dom’s words sort of ran together, his breath escaping his mouth in little tuffs of vapor every time he said a word. Orlando slowed his gait down a notch, feeling guilty because Dom was having trouble keeping up.
“Okay, well, I have things to do tonight.”
Dom snorted and whirled around in front of Orlando, blocking his path to walk and grinning like a fool. Any normal person would have started to sulk and walked away after a comment like that, Orlando thought.
“Damn, I keep forgetting I’m not talking to a nice, polite person and you won’t just submit to my will.”
Dom pushed into Orlando’s chest with his own and plundered Orlando’s senses with sunshine and honey.
“Submit to your will?”
Orlando thought his eyebrows must have arched completely off his face, and he could definitely feel the starts of a smirk tickling his mouth. He held Dom away from him by the arms to save his body from overloading.
“Submit to my will, you heard right you bloody wanker, you will be there tonight.”
Dom eased himself out of Orlando’s grip and stepped back from him. Orlando’s brain raced through a thousand ways to say he couldn’t, but none of them seemed to fit Dom. None of them would have worked on Dom.
“Yeah, I’ll be there.”
Dom smiled and the sun beamed from it. He skipped away, like only Dom could, towards his make-up trailer leaving Orlando standing there aggravated and impressed.
The thing Orlando really hated about the mornings in New Zealand was Dom.
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