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'Sunday Afternoon' VM/OB, DM/BB -PG
Title: Sunday Afternoon.
Author: Melissa.
E-Mail: dr_dana_mulder42@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.livejournal.com/users/tiniowien
Archive: I'd be honoured. Simply ask.
Pairing: Viggorli, Dombilleh.
Rating: PG. Fluff. Humour.
Summary: A section of a Fellowship afternoon captured on camera.
Disclaimer: I make no claims about anyone's sexual preference in real life. Nor their ability to use a video camera.
Feedback: Will be loved, framed and placed beside my photo of the cast at the Remarkables. Please?
Notes: I actually dreamt this several weeks ago. It's haunted me ever since. Inspired by a picture I once saw of Dom, Orli and Billy sitting outside what looked like a homely seaside cabin, and the (possibly fictional) comment I vaguely seem to remember reading about Orli lending Dom and Billy a video camera for a couple of weeks.
This could be the first of several. Let me know if it's worth
continuing, 'kay? :)
~*~
Blackness. Pure. Absolute.
A click. Rattling.
"Oop. Shit." Elijah's voice. A muffled laugh, "How do you work this thing again, Dom?"
"Give it here." A click. "Anything?"
Still dark.
"Nope."
"Shit, 'Lij. Orli'l kill me if we've broken it. Wait..."
Light. Unfocussed. A dim outline of a shoe and what could possibly be a section of worn carpet.
"Hang on, Dom. Got it. It's working--"
"Thank God."
"-just let me focus it." A wobble. "It's this nob here, right?"
"The one on the right of the screen? Yeah."
The scene changes as it moves away from the shoe -now visible as a blue and white sneaker- and is angled jerkily upwards.
Everything fuzzes, and then reverses, becoming starkly clear as things zoom back out. A tabletop slides into focus, then out of the frame as it's raised further. Swinging around, it finds the side of Dom's face, incredibly magnified. He grins and reaches out, under the screen, turning its bearer around and angling him towards the open doorway. A curtained window and several old benches, a fridge and an oven pass into view and out again before the doorway is found and passed through.
The light dims in the brief hallway, and it could easily be early evening, until a corner is turned, then another, and a large set of windows reveal it to still be early afternoon. Out through the large panes of glass, the few scrubby plants and off-white sand gives way to a tranquil blue expanse of flat ocean. But the image is swung abruptly away almost
as soon as it is brought into focus, revealing a wood-panelled room. Cabin walls decorated with several framed seascape prints and a small wall cabinet housing a television and a set of speakers.
A lamp currently not in use -thanks to the windows- stands tall in one corner. A small wood and wire table nestles comfortably in the centre of the room, and several empty cans balance in a small pyramid atop it, next to a half-empty bowl of microwaved popcorn.
Numerous single couches and one double litter the room. Several of the occupants of those look up as the screen makes a slow sweep of the room, 'Lij's voice soaking into the image from behind, the grin evident in his tone, "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you... our resident soon-to-be superstars. Slack fuckers, all of 'em."
From his seat just below 'Lij, Astin looks up over his right shoulder at the screen, grins and offers a little wave, before turning his attention back to the television and the rugby game, "It was dangerous giving that thing to him, I hope you know that, Dom. He's hooked for at least an hour now."
Dom's chuckle floats lightly in from somewhere to the right of screen, mixed somewhat with 'Lij's indignant "Hey!" and a slight jiggle of the image, before it continues panning about the room.
The seascape a backdrop to his couch, Bean sits hunched behind a newspaper, using the natural light. The image shakes for a second, then zooms in, 'Lij's voice right behind it, "Beanie! Oy! Give us a smile."
A pair of eyes become visible as the paper is lowered a fraction. They glare for a second, but twinkle before the printed pages are raised again with a gruff, "No thank you."
He jerks as a bare foot prods him, "Spoilsport."
The image jumps up the appendage and focuses on it's owner, Viggo, who grins as he pulls his legs up, dodging a swat with the paper.
But Bean is grinning now too, even as he leans back into his own chair and the paper is hastily raised again to ward off the screen as the image follows and focuses back onto him.
The sharp, metallic sound of a flyscreen door slamming echoes throughout the small room. The can-pyramid jiggles in the corner of the frame, but stays upright.
"In here!" Billy calls out as the image pans to the right and slides over him, slumped on the largest couch with Dom down the other end, his legs looped over the Scott's as he lies sideways, effectively taking up as much room as is possible.
The image sharpens to combat the distance and zooms back to allow more room and a wider shot of the lounge doorway. A second later, a figure strides in, his close-cropped hair and mohawk giving him a slightly funny appearance, which strangely, seems to suit and compliment him perfectly. He pauses, a step or so inside the doorway and stares straight at the screen for a second, before grinning, "'Lij, you bastard. So that's where my video camera went."
Orlando moves forward, giving Dom a soft whack to the back of his head as he passes him, "I give it to you guys two weeks ago when you rented this place, and *he* winds up with it." He looks to the screen as it follows his trek across the room, then turns and walks backwards, looking back to the two figures entwined on the couch, "There'd better not be any porn on it. You know I can check the memory on that thing."
"Ow! Shit, Dom!"
The screen jumps back to Billy at the sudden outburst, zooming back in on the Scot as he doubles over with silent laughter, his hand on Dom's
chest as the other man now sits bolt upright, a confused and indignant look on his face as Billy hiccups, "He's kidding Dom. Let go of my fucking arm. It's a video camera, not a computer!"
The room explodes with laughter as the now shaking image focuses -with slight difficulty- on Dom's face as it moves through several shades of red, before he settles back down into the cushions. 'Lij's giggles can be heard the clearest as Billy pats Dom's thigh, adopting a mock-serious tone, "And besides, any and all of our videos taken last week are locked up in my cupboard at home. I solemnly swear it, baby."
"Dom," 'Lij's chuckling voice comes across, "Orli can't even use the internet. So there's no way in hell he could check anything electronic you've got anyway."
The image begins to stop shaking as Dom slowly grins and crosses his arms, obviously restraining himself from throwing any pillows within his reach.
With a cough to stop his giggles, 'Lij falls silent once more, and the image stops jiggling, instead shifting from Dom and Billy as a few more steps are taken into the room. Focusing back on Orli, the screen zooms back in and it's subject flips a finger in the general direction, before making his way around the table and over to Viggo, who looks up from the book he's immersed himself in. In one fluid move, the Brit steps around the chair and lowers himself into Viggo's lap, his arms sliding around the artist's shoulders and neck.
The book drops to the floor with a dull thud and Viggo's arms wrap around Orli's waist as the image becomes unfocused then clears as it zooms in further. Ignoring the whistles that sound, and the laughter that floats from 'Lij behind the image, it captures the moment Orli dips his head and kisses Viggo. Lewdly.
After a minute of catcalls, Astin's laugh of "Get a room!" causes the pair to separate.
"Preferably another one!" Dom.
Orli raises his head and turns towards the image, his heavy-lidded dark eyes locking onto the dead centre, and he grins, raising his eyebrows,
"Just making the tape worthwhile. Giving you something to actually film. 'Lij looked like he was getting bored."
'Lij's snort and subsequent "As if!" sounded, "I'm thinking of getting myself one of these things. They're so cool!"
"Good." Catlike, Orlando drapes himself across an accommodating Viggo, and the image keeps him in focus as he laughs and speaks, "Then maybe I can get my own back one day."
The image swings away, trembling slightly with the movement, "Maybe..." comes 'Lij's teasing voice, echoing slightly as the image is tweaked to focus on objects further away. The window shimmers in the light, and then the blue, frothing ocean comes into view, waves pounding into creamy foam as the wind picks up. "Hey, who's up for a surf? Dom, you keep some boards here, don't you?"
"'Course." comes the faint reply behind the image, "I'll be in that."
"Me too." echoes Billy's equally faint voice, "Astin? Bean? Vig? Orli?
Anyone else moving their asses?"
A resounding affirmative from Orli and Austin sound, followed by a negative from Viggo and Bean. Orli's voice continues as the screen shifts away from the window, walking with 'Lij towards the doorway.
"C'mon human. It'd do you good."
The image swings around even as 'Lij keeps walking away, facing back where it had come from, watching as Orli tugs Viggo to his feet, pulling the other man up and into his arms.
The image floats around again and becomes dim as the hallway drinks in all light. Taking a right turn after passing two other rooms, the image comes to a set of dark blue beads shaped like shells hanging in a doorway. It becomes unfocused as it brushes through with a light clinking sound.
The frame shakes slightly, making a slow sweep of the room and the various surfboards propped up against the opposite wall, across the brown wicca baskets and the rack of ebony wetsuits, and past Dom and Billy, pressed up against one wooden wall, Dom's fingers tangled in Billy's hair, their mouths locked as they reach for each other's skin.
"Jesus guys. We've got waves to catch!" 'Lij's laughing voice drifts in from behind as the screen lists slightly to the left, towards the first of the wetsuits, "Leave that for tonight. I swear, you're getting as bad as Vig and Orli!"
Dom breaks away and looks up at the screen, his eyes sparkling. "That reminds me. You'll never guess where John caught them the day before yesterday, during break." He steps back from Billy with a pat to the
Scot's ass, "Turn that thing off, 'Lij, and get a suit. I'll tell you on the way down to the beach."
'Kay. But I'm taking this down there, too."
The image shivers and grows darkly fuzzy for a second, before Dom's face becomes huge as he steps closer to the screen with a grin and a small sigh. A hand reaches out behind the image, nudging the screen, causing it to wobble, "It's the black button, 'Lij."
Click.
Dom's face and arm disappear in a whisk.
Black.
~*~
The End.
Author: Melissa.
E-Mail: dr_dana_mulder42@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.livejournal.com/users/tiniowien
Archive: I'd be honoured. Simply ask.
Pairing: Viggorli, Dombilleh.
Rating: PG. Fluff. Humour.
Summary: A section of a Fellowship afternoon captured on camera.
Disclaimer: I make no claims about anyone's sexual preference in real life. Nor their ability to use a video camera.
Feedback: Will be loved, framed and placed beside my photo of the cast at the Remarkables. Please?
Notes: I actually dreamt this several weeks ago. It's haunted me ever since. Inspired by a picture I once saw of Dom, Orli and Billy sitting outside what looked like a homely seaside cabin, and the (possibly fictional) comment I vaguely seem to remember reading about Orli lending Dom and Billy a video camera for a couple of weeks.
This could be the first of several. Let me know if it's worth
continuing, 'kay? :)
~*~
Blackness. Pure. Absolute.
A click. Rattling.
"Oop. Shit." Elijah's voice. A muffled laugh, "How do you work this thing again, Dom?"
"Give it here." A click. "Anything?"
Still dark.
"Nope."
"Shit, 'Lij. Orli'l kill me if we've broken it. Wait..."
Light. Unfocussed. A dim outline of a shoe and what could possibly be a section of worn carpet.
"Hang on, Dom. Got it. It's working--"
"Thank God."
"-just let me focus it." A wobble. "It's this nob here, right?"
"The one on the right of the screen? Yeah."
The scene changes as it moves away from the shoe -now visible as a blue and white sneaker- and is angled jerkily upwards.
Everything fuzzes, and then reverses, becoming starkly clear as things zoom back out. A tabletop slides into focus, then out of the frame as it's raised further. Swinging around, it finds the side of Dom's face, incredibly magnified. He grins and reaches out, under the screen, turning its bearer around and angling him towards the open doorway. A curtained window and several old benches, a fridge and an oven pass into view and out again before the doorway is found and passed through.
The light dims in the brief hallway, and it could easily be early evening, until a corner is turned, then another, and a large set of windows reveal it to still be early afternoon. Out through the large panes of glass, the few scrubby plants and off-white sand gives way to a tranquil blue expanse of flat ocean. But the image is swung abruptly away almost
as soon as it is brought into focus, revealing a wood-panelled room. Cabin walls decorated with several framed seascape prints and a small wall cabinet housing a television and a set of speakers.
A lamp currently not in use -thanks to the windows- stands tall in one corner. A small wood and wire table nestles comfortably in the centre of the room, and several empty cans balance in a small pyramid atop it, next to a half-empty bowl of microwaved popcorn.
Numerous single couches and one double litter the room. Several of the occupants of those look up as the screen makes a slow sweep of the room, 'Lij's voice soaking into the image from behind, the grin evident in his tone, "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you... our resident soon-to-be superstars. Slack fuckers, all of 'em."
From his seat just below 'Lij, Astin looks up over his right shoulder at the screen, grins and offers a little wave, before turning his attention back to the television and the rugby game, "It was dangerous giving that thing to him, I hope you know that, Dom. He's hooked for at least an hour now."
Dom's chuckle floats lightly in from somewhere to the right of screen, mixed somewhat with 'Lij's indignant "Hey!" and a slight jiggle of the image, before it continues panning about the room.
The seascape a backdrop to his couch, Bean sits hunched behind a newspaper, using the natural light. The image shakes for a second, then zooms in, 'Lij's voice right behind it, "Beanie! Oy! Give us a smile."
A pair of eyes become visible as the paper is lowered a fraction. They glare for a second, but twinkle before the printed pages are raised again with a gruff, "No thank you."
He jerks as a bare foot prods him, "Spoilsport."
The image jumps up the appendage and focuses on it's owner, Viggo, who grins as he pulls his legs up, dodging a swat with the paper.
But Bean is grinning now too, even as he leans back into his own chair and the paper is hastily raised again to ward off the screen as the image follows and focuses back onto him.
The sharp, metallic sound of a flyscreen door slamming echoes throughout the small room. The can-pyramid jiggles in the corner of the frame, but stays upright.
"In here!" Billy calls out as the image pans to the right and slides over him, slumped on the largest couch with Dom down the other end, his legs looped over the Scott's as he lies sideways, effectively taking up as much room as is possible.
The image sharpens to combat the distance and zooms back to allow more room and a wider shot of the lounge doorway. A second later, a figure strides in, his close-cropped hair and mohawk giving him a slightly funny appearance, which strangely, seems to suit and compliment him perfectly. He pauses, a step or so inside the doorway and stares straight at the screen for a second, before grinning, "'Lij, you bastard. So that's where my video camera went."
Orlando moves forward, giving Dom a soft whack to the back of his head as he passes him, "I give it to you guys two weeks ago when you rented this place, and *he* winds up with it." He looks to the screen as it follows his trek across the room, then turns and walks backwards, looking back to the two figures entwined on the couch, "There'd better not be any porn on it. You know I can check the memory on that thing."
"Ow! Shit, Dom!"
The screen jumps back to Billy at the sudden outburst, zooming back in on the Scot as he doubles over with silent laughter, his hand on Dom's
chest as the other man now sits bolt upright, a confused and indignant look on his face as Billy hiccups, "He's kidding Dom. Let go of my fucking arm. It's a video camera, not a computer!"
The room explodes with laughter as the now shaking image focuses -with slight difficulty- on Dom's face as it moves through several shades of red, before he settles back down into the cushions. 'Lij's giggles can be heard the clearest as Billy pats Dom's thigh, adopting a mock-serious tone, "And besides, any and all of our videos taken last week are locked up in my cupboard at home. I solemnly swear it, baby."
"Dom," 'Lij's chuckling voice comes across, "Orli can't even use the internet. So there's no way in hell he could check anything electronic you've got anyway."
The image begins to stop shaking as Dom slowly grins and crosses his arms, obviously restraining himself from throwing any pillows within his reach.
With a cough to stop his giggles, 'Lij falls silent once more, and the image stops jiggling, instead shifting from Dom and Billy as a few more steps are taken into the room. Focusing back on Orli, the screen zooms back in and it's subject flips a finger in the general direction, before making his way around the table and over to Viggo, who looks up from the book he's immersed himself in. In one fluid move, the Brit steps around the chair and lowers himself into Viggo's lap, his arms sliding around the artist's shoulders and neck.
The book drops to the floor with a dull thud and Viggo's arms wrap around Orli's waist as the image becomes unfocused then clears as it zooms in further. Ignoring the whistles that sound, and the laughter that floats from 'Lij behind the image, it captures the moment Orli dips his head and kisses Viggo. Lewdly.
After a minute of catcalls, Astin's laugh of "Get a room!" causes the pair to separate.
"Preferably another one!" Dom.
Orli raises his head and turns towards the image, his heavy-lidded dark eyes locking onto the dead centre, and he grins, raising his eyebrows,
"Just making the tape worthwhile. Giving you something to actually film. 'Lij looked like he was getting bored."
'Lij's snort and subsequent "As if!" sounded, "I'm thinking of getting myself one of these things. They're so cool!"
"Good." Catlike, Orlando drapes himself across an accommodating Viggo, and the image keeps him in focus as he laughs and speaks, "Then maybe I can get my own back one day."
The image swings away, trembling slightly with the movement, "Maybe..." comes 'Lij's teasing voice, echoing slightly as the image is tweaked to focus on objects further away. The window shimmers in the light, and then the blue, frothing ocean comes into view, waves pounding into creamy foam as the wind picks up. "Hey, who's up for a surf? Dom, you keep some boards here, don't you?"
"'Course." comes the faint reply behind the image, "I'll be in that."
"Me too." echoes Billy's equally faint voice, "Astin? Bean? Vig? Orli?
Anyone else moving their asses?"
A resounding affirmative from Orli and Austin sound, followed by a negative from Viggo and Bean. Orli's voice continues as the screen shifts away from the window, walking with 'Lij towards the doorway.
"C'mon human. It'd do you good."
The image swings around even as 'Lij keeps walking away, facing back where it had come from, watching as Orli tugs Viggo to his feet, pulling the other man up and into his arms.
The image floats around again and becomes dim as the hallway drinks in all light. Taking a right turn after passing two other rooms, the image comes to a set of dark blue beads shaped like shells hanging in a doorway. It becomes unfocused as it brushes through with a light clinking sound.
The frame shakes slightly, making a slow sweep of the room and the various surfboards propped up against the opposite wall, across the brown wicca baskets and the rack of ebony wetsuits, and past Dom and Billy, pressed up against one wooden wall, Dom's fingers tangled in Billy's hair, their mouths locked as they reach for each other's skin.
"Jesus guys. We've got waves to catch!" 'Lij's laughing voice drifts in from behind as the screen lists slightly to the left, towards the first of the wetsuits, "Leave that for tonight. I swear, you're getting as bad as Vig and Orli!"
Dom breaks away and looks up at the screen, his eyes sparkling. "That reminds me. You'll never guess where John caught them the day before yesterday, during break." He steps back from Billy with a pat to the
Scot's ass, "Turn that thing off, 'Lij, and get a suit. I'll tell you on the way down to the beach."
'Kay. But I'm taking this down there, too."
The image shivers and grows darkly fuzzy for a second, before Dom's face becomes huge as he steps closer to the screen with a grin and a small sigh. A hand reaches out behind the image, nudging the screen, causing it to wobble, "It's the black button, 'Lij."
Click.
Dom's face and arm disappear in a whisk.
Black.
~*~
The End.