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Title: New Love 7/8
(prequel to Pure Love and Infinite Love, which can be found here)
Author: truntelinda (truntelinda@hotmail.com)
Author web page: http://www.livejournal.com/~trunte
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
Rating: pg-13
Warning: extreme fluff
Disclaimers: this is fiction, don´t know them, didn´t happen
Feedback: yes please, i´d love to hear it
Beta: Angel, my little ewoompa-loompa <3 <3
Summary: love...how does it begin?
Notes: there is just no stopping writing this story...help...heeelp! *clings to last shred of sanity*
Dedication: this one´s Angel´s - of course! ;)
Part 7:
"You know, Orli, if I´d declared my death defying love to anyone the way you did I´d hang myself. `Cause you know you´re never living this down."
Elijah needs to stop breathing.
"Does the phrase `go suck a lemon´ mean anything to you, Lij?"
"It does actually, but Billy wasn´t in the mood today!"
Smartass. Stop breathing. Stop breathing now!
"Oi! I don´t remember saying anything about not wanting my lemon sucked today!"
"Really? Ah, cool! We´ll hook up later, then. Or hey, wait...we should let Orlando watch, you know, so he´ll know how to..."
"That´s true...we can do the visuals, and Dom can explain everything as we go along."
"Ah, yes...my name is Dr. Dom and I´ll be your guide this afternoon while we speak of the sucking of lemons...now, what you want to do first unbutton your partner´s pants. Or it might become slightly difficult...not impossible, but difficult...Elijah, please? That is, if he´s wearing buttoned pants...otherwise you just pull them down..."
God, it´s like stabbing yourself in the eye with an ice pick. Only...more painful.
"...unless he´s already pantless, then you´ll have to move on to step two, which is removing the boxe..."
Wow, he´s really unbuttoning Billy´s pants! Right out here in the trailer park where people can see them...and Billy looks...not uncomfortable...I wonder how long this has been going on...? I should pay more attention to what´s going on around me...either way, I don´t need another hard on to take care of so they better quit it now. Or maybe in a sec...
No! Now.
"Okay, if you´re gonna do that here, I´m gonna need a puke bucket. Remember, I´m still hung-over and seeing Elijah´s ugly ass won´t help my nausea one bit..."
"Aww, you´re so boring. As if you wouldn´t want to watch anyway."
Heh...sure I wouldn´t...at least you don´t need to know I would...
"How can you still be hung over, though? We´re all fine..."
"Four pints, six tequila´s and one really weird red thing with an umbrella in it...you do the math."
Blargh, I feel sick just thinking about it...I´m never drinking again.
"Ah, you´re such a girl."
Says the Scot, of course. It´d be cool if sticking my tongue out would actually hurt his pride instead of mine in some way.
"See, Orlando, you´ll have to handle with care, I´m sure Viggo´s citrus fruit is extra sensitive, considering age and..."
...?
"Yeah, okay, Dom, we´ve moved on."
"Oh."
Ah, it´s always wonderful to have Dom around...him and his ever lacking ability to keep up with the conversation never fails to amuse me.
"So, did you talk to Viggo?"
What? How´d he know?
"Uhm...yeah...he came by earlier...why? Why do you ask? How´d you know?"
"Oh, he just...asked about you when I met him before...hey, speak of the devil."
Eek! Viggo!! Damn, it seems like he´s everywhere today! Okay, so just at my place and here, but what the fuck? Is he stalking me? `Cause, you know, that´d be totally okay...alright, he´s coming over here...I need a cigarett...need to look a little cool...a little nonchalant...need to calm my nerves, fuck, fuck, fuck, why do the matches not work?? I look like an idiot here, thank you! Work, damn it!!
"Orli. You want me to get you a manual for those?"
Die, die, die, Dom, die! Hey, that sounds like a chant or something...an evil chant...which I will use excessively if he doesn´t shut up. I´ll have to write it down...
"Hey, girls. Orlando."
Wow...he´s smiling at me...just me...and he didn´t call me a girl...that counts for something, right? Oh, I am so throwing myself at every little crumb. Shut up.
"You know, Vig, just because you followed us home from the circus it doesn´t mean you can talk to us."
Hehehehe...oh, no, wait...Billy insulted Vig...not funny...heh...
"Why, aren´t you a charming little man?"
Hehehehehehehehehehehe...
"I just wanted to know if you´re feeling any better, Orlando?"
Much better now that you´re here...could be even better if you were to lay naked on top of me and stop it, please.
"Yeah, much better..."
"Ah, good...that´s...good..."
Yep. Good it is, for I no longer feel like hurling every time I move...although...hold on now for a sec...if he asks me now, will he still come over later...? Oh my God, what if he doesn´t come over later...? Oh no!! I fucked it up again!! Damn me for feeling better!! Argh!! Fix it! Fix it now!!
"But I might feel gross later again, so you should probably come over anyway, you know, you should come over. To see if I´m still...good..."
Smooth. Very smooth.
"Okay...I will then...later..."
He looks bewildered...aww, pretty ass...I could stare at it forever and ever and ever and ev...okay, until it´s disappeared behind a trailer then...hm...so...why are the Hobbits looking just as bewildered as Vig did?
"What?"
"You know...I wonder sometimes if everything´s totally right in your brain..."
Oh. Yeah, well, the line forms to the left. But who ca-ares, `cause I´m seeing Viggo la-ater and I´m singing in my he-ead and everything is definitely totally right in my bra-ain...at least right enough...sometimes...
tbc...
~~~~
(prequel to Pure Love and Infinite Love, which can be found here)
Author: truntelinda (truntelinda@hotmail.com)
Author web page: http://www.livejournal.com/~trunte
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
Rating: pg-13
Warning: extreme fluff
Disclaimers: this is fiction, don´t know them, didn´t happen
Feedback: yes please, i´d love to hear it
Beta: Angel, my little ewoompa-loompa <3 <3
Summary: love...how does it begin?
Notes: there is just no stopping writing this story...help...heeelp! *clings to last shred of sanity*
Dedication: this one´s Angel´s - of course! ;)
Part 7:
"You know, Orli, if I´d declared my death defying love to anyone the way you did I´d hang myself. `Cause you know you´re never living this down."
Elijah needs to stop breathing.
"Does the phrase `go suck a lemon´ mean anything to you, Lij?"
"It does actually, but Billy wasn´t in the mood today!"
Smartass. Stop breathing. Stop breathing now!
"Oi! I don´t remember saying anything about not wanting my lemon sucked today!"
"Really? Ah, cool! We´ll hook up later, then. Or hey, wait...we should let Orlando watch, you know, so he´ll know how to..."
"That´s true...we can do the visuals, and Dom can explain everything as we go along."
"Ah, yes...my name is Dr. Dom and I´ll be your guide this afternoon while we speak of the sucking of lemons...now, what you want to do first unbutton your partner´s pants. Or it might become slightly difficult...not impossible, but difficult...Elijah, please? That is, if he´s wearing buttoned pants...otherwise you just pull them down..."
God, it´s like stabbing yourself in the eye with an ice pick. Only...more painful.
"...unless he´s already pantless, then you´ll have to move on to step two, which is removing the boxe..."
Wow, he´s really unbuttoning Billy´s pants! Right out here in the trailer park where people can see them...and Billy looks...not uncomfortable...I wonder how long this has been going on...? I should pay more attention to what´s going on around me...either way, I don´t need another hard on to take care of so they better quit it now. Or maybe in a sec...
No! Now.
"Okay, if you´re gonna do that here, I´m gonna need a puke bucket. Remember, I´m still hung-over and seeing Elijah´s ugly ass won´t help my nausea one bit..."
"Aww, you´re so boring. As if you wouldn´t want to watch anyway."
Heh...sure I wouldn´t...at least you don´t need to know I would...
"How can you still be hung over, though? We´re all fine..."
"Four pints, six tequila´s and one really weird red thing with an umbrella in it...you do the math."
Blargh, I feel sick just thinking about it...I´m never drinking again.
"Ah, you´re such a girl."
Says the Scot, of course. It´d be cool if sticking my tongue out would actually hurt his pride instead of mine in some way.
"See, Orlando, you´ll have to handle with care, I´m sure Viggo´s citrus fruit is extra sensitive, considering age and..."
...?
"Yeah, okay, Dom, we´ve moved on."
"Oh."
Ah, it´s always wonderful to have Dom around...him and his ever lacking ability to keep up with the conversation never fails to amuse me.
"So, did you talk to Viggo?"
What? How´d he know?
"Uhm...yeah...he came by earlier...why? Why do you ask? How´d you know?"
"Oh, he just...asked about you when I met him before...hey, speak of the devil."
Eek! Viggo!! Damn, it seems like he´s everywhere today! Okay, so just at my place and here, but what the fuck? Is he stalking me? `Cause, you know, that´d be totally okay...alright, he´s coming over here...I need a cigarett...need to look a little cool...a little nonchalant...need to calm my nerves, fuck, fuck, fuck, why do the matches not work?? I look like an idiot here, thank you! Work, damn it!!
"Orli. You want me to get you a manual for those?"
Die, die, die, Dom, die! Hey, that sounds like a chant or something...an evil chant...which I will use excessively if he doesn´t shut up. I´ll have to write it down...
"Hey, girls. Orlando."
Wow...he´s smiling at me...just me...and he didn´t call me a girl...that counts for something, right? Oh, I am so throwing myself at every little crumb. Shut up.
"You know, Vig, just because you followed us home from the circus it doesn´t mean you can talk to us."
Hehehehe...oh, no, wait...Billy insulted Vig...not funny...heh...
"Why, aren´t you a charming little man?"
Hehehehehehehehehehehe...
"I just wanted to know if you´re feeling any better, Orlando?"
Much better now that you´re here...could be even better if you were to lay naked on top of me and stop it, please.
"Yeah, much better..."
"Ah, good...that´s...good..."
Yep. Good it is, for I no longer feel like hurling every time I move...although...hold on now for a sec...if he asks me now, will he still come over later...? Oh my God, what if he doesn´t come over later...? Oh no!! I fucked it up again!! Damn me for feeling better!! Argh!! Fix it! Fix it now!!
"But I might feel gross later again, so you should probably come over anyway, you know, you should come over. To see if I´m still...good..."
Smooth. Very smooth.
"Okay...I will then...later..."
He looks bewildered...aww, pretty ass...I could stare at it forever and ever and ever and ev...okay, until it´s disappeared behind a trailer then...hm...so...why are the Hobbits looking just as bewildered as Vig did?
"What?"
"You know...I wonder sometimes if everything´s totally right in your brain..."
Oh. Yeah, well, the line forms to the left. But who ca-ares, `cause I´m seeing Viggo la-ater and I´m singing in my he-ead and everything is definitely totally right in my bra-ain...at least right enough...sometimes...
tbc...
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