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fellowshippers2005-02-27 03:03 pm
empress-jae.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2005-02-27 03:03 pm
hello!
i'd been meaning to join this community for awhile and i just kept forgetting. So here is my first contribution for you all! i've posted this before, so this may be partial de ja vu for some folks.
Title: Sunday Morning
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
empress_jae
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: PG-13
Summary: this is what happens when i wake up way to early with 'Monday, Monday' by The Mamas and the Papas stuck in my head. Just Orli thinking about his lovely day off.
Archive: just ask.
Complete bliss.
Orlando had never woken up that way. His eyes adjusted to the stream of soft yellow light flooding through the blinds. Squinting, he looked over at the red digits of the clock on the nightstand. 8:42am. Who gets up that early on a Sunday? Sundays were his day to do nothing. To sleep 'till noon, and maybe fall back into a little catnap once awake. To shower late and never have to completely dress because no one was there to scrutinize him or to take his photograph. In the never ending press conference abyss that was his life, someone in his entourage still considered Sunday to be God's day and had nothing planned for him for twenty four glorious hours.
Orlando smiled at this thought as he rolled over to his side to his warn reminder of where he was. He was not in a random hotel room in "what-city-am-I-in-today". He was not in London. He was not on location.
He was home.
Home was Viggo's ranch. Home was the four poster oak bed with the soft white linen sheets that covered his nude frame. Home was the faint lingering scent of the lovemaking form six hours prior. Home was the body of the man who laid beside him. Who kept him warm. Who kept him safe. Who protected him from the ugly rush of his fortunate life. Who held him when he hurt. Who worshiped his body when he begged.
'It's Sunday,' Orlando thought while he slipped his arm over his lover's torso. 'and I have nothing to do today. Nothing to worry about.'
'Because I'm home.'
:D
Title: Sunday Morning
Author:
empress_jaePairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: PG-13
Summary: this is what happens when i wake up way to early with 'Monday, Monday' by The Mamas and the Papas stuck in my head. Just Orli thinking about his lovely day off.
Archive: just ask.
Complete bliss.
Orlando had never woken up that way. His eyes adjusted to the stream of soft yellow light flooding through the blinds. Squinting, he looked over at the red digits of the clock on the nightstand. 8:42am. Who gets up that early on a Sunday? Sundays were his day to do nothing. To sleep 'till noon, and maybe fall back into a little catnap once awake. To shower late and never have to completely dress because no one was there to scrutinize him or to take his photograph. In the never ending press conference abyss that was his life, someone in his entourage still considered Sunday to be God's day and had nothing planned for him for twenty four glorious hours.
Orlando smiled at this thought as he rolled over to his side to his warn reminder of where he was. He was not in a random hotel room in "what-city-am-I-in-today". He was not in London. He was not on location.
He was home.
Home was Viggo's ranch. Home was the four poster oak bed with the soft white linen sheets that covered his nude frame. Home was the faint lingering scent of the lovemaking form six hours prior. Home was the body of the man who laid beside him. Who kept him warm. Who kept him safe. Who protected him from the ugly rush of his fortunate life. Who held him when he hurt. Who worshiped his body when he begged.
'It's Sunday,' Orlando thought while he slipped his arm over his lover's torso. 'and I have nothing to do today. Nothing to worry about.'
'Because I'm home.'
:D
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*smooches*
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Home was the four poster oak bed with the soft white linen sheets that covered his nude frame
Why does this line make me drool? I love it! The image is just so gorgeous and... *Faints*
Who held him when he hurt.
Another line I love, but this time for a different reason - it's cute and sweet and adorable and lovely!
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thank you so much. your feedback means a lot to me, and it's pretty cool knowing that i can make you faint! ;)
thanks again babe!
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Very sweet ;-)
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gotta love it!
thank you hun! :)
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thanks!
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