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Quickly. V/O G.
Title: Quickly.
Author: Melissa.
E-Mail: dr_dana_mulder42@yahoo.com
Pairing: Viggorli.
Rating: G.
Summary: "Why do you have so many pictures of me?"
Disclaimer: Not mine. They're all far too famous for that. I write for fun, not money.
Feedback: Certainly! Will always be huggled.
Notes: Drabble. Not a drop of redeeming value whatsoever. Pure fluff combined with a very old idea, all swiftly used as an excuse to try out a 1st person POV. :)
~*~
We're at the beach when then words I've been dreading since my habit began tumble from his mouth.
"Why do you have so many pictures of me?"
They're breathless; exhaled as he throws himself down onto his towel beside me. I glance down to him from my advantage of a few inches thanks to the chair I'm currently reclining in, then let my eyes slide back to the watercolour pencil sketch resting in my lap, "I have pictures of everyone."
"Yeah," he shakes his head like a dog, water flinging everywhere, and I automatically raise my sketchpad out of the way, "but I've seen your trailer. There has to be a million of me."
So casual. As if this was an everyday inquiry.
'Where are you having dinner tonight, Viggo?'
'Hey Vig, can I catch a lift with you?'
'Coming to the club tonight, Ranger?'
Hey Viggo, why the obsession with me?
Because I can't help it.
I want to tell him. I can't take my eyes off you. And I can't have you, so I use my camera instead. A poor substitute I know, but it's all I have.
Moments captured in time forever, for when we leave this magical place and I don't get to spend every waking minute with you.
So I turn and plaster a grin on my face, "You're just lucky, I guess. Try not to get a huge head, elf boy. You won't fit into that wig if you do."
A towel makes a stinging swipe of my bare ankle in retaliation, then there is a quiet pause as he finishes drying himself.
A second later, his hand pauses mid-stroke, and a quick smile makes a fleeting appearance,
"I don't mind, you know." Soft. Shy. Endearing.
My hand freezes, fingers unable to feel the coarse grain of the pencil for a moment as I frantically search for something, *anything* to say to that. He's already ducking his head, -shit- and I open my mouth to fumble a reply, when a surfboard is catapulted into the damp sand to my left with a loud thump, followed by two more and then three dripping hobbit bodies.
"Damn Vig, you don't know what you're missing!" Billy grins at me, before diving for the esky as Elijah flops onto his own towel and Dom ambles over, casting a glance over my shoulder as he passes, "Hey, nice."
"Thanks," I reply, scrutinizing the seascape on paper before me, before raising my head to catch him squeezing in beside Billy, both elbow-deep in the ice, rummaging around, "But believe me, I'm more than content on dry land today."
There's a snort of disbelief from somewhere within the esky, which I suspect might be Billy.
I raise my eyes and after a second, realise I can count only three other bodies. I twist around, "Hey. Where are you going?"
Orli turns, already a few feet away, and grins, "For a walk. To dry off, human."
He knows I can't resist that. I'm up and out of my chair in three seconds, hastily stowing my pad and pencils in my shoulder bag, "You sure you guys can behave for twenty minutes or so?"
"Yes, your highness," comes the resounding hobbit chorus, somewhat muffled by the soft drinks they're now gulping down as if their lives depended on it.
A few strides and I'm beside him, two set of feet pounding out an easy rhythm on the sand.
We stay like that for a few minutes, just walking in silence. Actually, with me trying to keep at a leisurely pace, and Orli almost bouncing with each step.
When he finally speaks, it's from the position of a few feet in front, turning back to face me, hands jammed in the pockets of his still-damp board shorts, an uncharacteristically serious pose for him.
I keep my gaze on his face, determined not to let it drop lower, and he regards me like that for a second, before speaking, "Do you like me, Vig?"
What kind of a question is that? I think I gape for a second before spluttering, "Of course I do. What makes you ask?"
A foot scuffs the sand, "Just curious, I guess."
I cross my arms, capture his gaze when he finally turns back to me and hold it until I watch him relent, "It's just that you... you're always with me, and I-I'm forever at your house, man. We do everything together, and--"
Shit. Don't be going where I think you're going. If he's fishing for an honest answer, there's no way he's not gonna get one outta me. I can't lie to the boy.
"--and when I was in your trailer yesterday, I looked, I mean I *really* looked at those massive collages you have, and there were just so many pictures of me. I started counting 'em and I lost count past sixty or so--"
"Orli," I cut in, taking a step towards him, half of me frantic to take him off this track, the other half desperate to get to the end and find out what he needs to say, "Look..."
However, my mind suddenly draws a blank as he looks at me from this new position of a foot and a half in front of my face, and God, snap out of it, Viggo...
But he just looks at me with those eyes deep enough to drown in, and I think I can hear my blood pounding in my ears, 'cos he's leaning in, my scrambled mind rambles, not slow and calm like they do in the movies -like *I* do in this movie- but lightning fast, and his lips are pressed hotly to mine, hotter than the sun I can still feel on my side, and oh God, his hands come up to cup the sides of my face, and before I can do anything, he's pulling back, and I'm standing there, just standing there, with what must be the blankest look on my face...
"Vig?"
I blink, "Yeah?"
"Are you... was that... I mean, was it okay? What I just did?"
Nod, you idiot. Do something. Move.
He's growing apprehensive as I simply stand there; I can see it in his face, and the way his easy posture becomes slightly rigid. Like I'm going to explode on him.
But I finally connect to my muscles again and nod, smiling slightly as my mind still runs over what just happened like a piece of film on eternal loop. Orlando just kissed me. Fuck.
He reaches out a hesitant hand and links his fingers through mine, stepping closer again, and fuck me, that's Orlando's warm skin pressing against my palm...
"Good. I uh... I'm sorry it was so rushed. I--"
But I'm getting the hang of this kissing Orlando thing, I think quickly, as I reach out and draw him to me, effectively cutting off whatever he was going to say as I slant my mouth over his. He lets out a little sound of amusement, and presses up against me, until I can feel every centimetre of his body flush against mine.
I swipe my tongue slowly across his bottom lip, seeking permission, and a moment later he grants it, his mouth opening, and his own tongue darting out to slide warmly across mine.
When he eventually pulls away, -his breathing now audible- his eyes startle me. They're heavy-lidded and impossibly dark, even in the sun's glare.
The sun. The beach. Shit.
Suddenly, I can feel every grain of sand under my feet, and it all returns in a flash. The sketch in my bag. Surfing. The hobbits. We're at the goddamn beach.
I want to laugh, and Orli looks to me quizzically, tongue darting out to moisten his bottom lip. I smile and give his hand a squeeze, "Come on, little Elf. Let's get back. We'll be missed."
He grins and nods, playing with my fingers as they twine with his by our sides.
His pace is actually more sedate as we return, in order to stay attached to me, and my heart feels lighter than it has in months.
The small silhouettes of the hobbits come into view and grow larger. Orli keeps his hand firmly tucked in mine as we approach.
Watching them grin as we arrive, I feel like catching the sunbeams and wrapping them around us.
~*~
The End.
Author: Melissa.
E-Mail: dr_dana_mulder42@yahoo.com
Pairing: Viggorli.
Rating: G.
Summary: "Why do you have so many pictures of me?"
Disclaimer: Not mine. They're all far too famous for that. I write for fun, not money.
Feedback: Certainly! Will always be huggled.
Notes: Drabble. Not a drop of redeeming value whatsoever. Pure fluff combined with a very old idea, all swiftly used as an excuse to try out a 1st person POV. :)
~*~
We're at the beach when then words I've been dreading since my habit began tumble from his mouth.
"Why do you have so many pictures of me?"
They're breathless; exhaled as he throws himself down onto his towel beside me. I glance down to him from my advantage of a few inches thanks to the chair I'm currently reclining in, then let my eyes slide back to the watercolour pencil sketch resting in my lap, "I have pictures of everyone."
"Yeah," he shakes his head like a dog, water flinging everywhere, and I automatically raise my sketchpad out of the way, "but I've seen your trailer. There has to be a million of me."
So casual. As if this was an everyday inquiry.
'Where are you having dinner tonight, Viggo?'
'Hey Vig, can I catch a lift with you?'
'Coming to the club tonight, Ranger?'
Hey Viggo, why the obsession with me?
Because I can't help it.
I want to tell him. I can't take my eyes off you. And I can't have you, so I use my camera instead. A poor substitute I know, but it's all I have.
Moments captured in time forever, for when we leave this magical place and I don't get to spend every waking minute with you.
So I turn and plaster a grin on my face, "You're just lucky, I guess. Try not to get a huge head, elf boy. You won't fit into that wig if you do."
A towel makes a stinging swipe of my bare ankle in retaliation, then there is a quiet pause as he finishes drying himself.
A second later, his hand pauses mid-stroke, and a quick smile makes a fleeting appearance,
"I don't mind, you know." Soft. Shy. Endearing.
My hand freezes, fingers unable to feel the coarse grain of the pencil for a moment as I frantically search for something, *anything* to say to that. He's already ducking his head, -shit- and I open my mouth to fumble a reply, when a surfboard is catapulted into the damp sand to my left with a loud thump, followed by two more and then three dripping hobbit bodies.
"Damn Vig, you don't know what you're missing!" Billy grins at me, before diving for the esky as Elijah flops onto his own towel and Dom ambles over, casting a glance over my shoulder as he passes, "Hey, nice."
"Thanks," I reply, scrutinizing the seascape on paper before me, before raising my head to catch him squeezing in beside Billy, both elbow-deep in the ice, rummaging around, "But believe me, I'm more than content on dry land today."
There's a snort of disbelief from somewhere within the esky, which I suspect might be Billy.
I raise my eyes and after a second, realise I can count only three other bodies. I twist around, "Hey. Where are you going?"
Orli turns, already a few feet away, and grins, "For a walk. To dry off, human."
He knows I can't resist that. I'm up and out of my chair in three seconds, hastily stowing my pad and pencils in my shoulder bag, "You sure you guys can behave for twenty minutes or so?"
"Yes, your highness," comes the resounding hobbit chorus, somewhat muffled by the soft drinks they're now gulping down as if their lives depended on it.
A few strides and I'm beside him, two set of feet pounding out an easy rhythm on the sand.
We stay like that for a few minutes, just walking in silence. Actually, with me trying to keep at a leisurely pace, and Orli almost bouncing with each step.
When he finally speaks, it's from the position of a few feet in front, turning back to face me, hands jammed in the pockets of his still-damp board shorts, an uncharacteristically serious pose for him.
I keep my gaze on his face, determined not to let it drop lower, and he regards me like that for a second, before speaking, "Do you like me, Vig?"
What kind of a question is that? I think I gape for a second before spluttering, "Of course I do. What makes you ask?"
A foot scuffs the sand, "Just curious, I guess."
I cross my arms, capture his gaze when he finally turns back to me and hold it until I watch him relent, "It's just that you... you're always with me, and I-I'm forever at your house, man. We do everything together, and--"
Shit. Don't be going where I think you're going. If he's fishing for an honest answer, there's no way he's not gonna get one outta me. I can't lie to the boy.
"--and when I was in your trailer yesterday, I looked, I mean I *really* looked at those massive collages you have, and there were just so many pictures of me. I started counting 'em and I lost count past sixty or so--"
"Orli," I cut in, taking a step towards him, half of me frantic to take him off this track, the other half desperate to get to the end and find out what he needs to say, "Look..."
However, my mind suddenly draws a blank as he looks at me from this new position of a foot and a half in front of my face, and God, snap out of it, Viggo...
But he just looks at me with those eyes deep enough to drown in, and I think I can hear my blood pounding in my ears, 'cos he's leaning in, my scrambled mind rambles, not slow and calm like they do in the movies -like *I* do in this movie- but lightning fast, and his lips are pressed hotly to mine, hotter than the sun I can still feel on my side, and oh God, his hands come up to cup the sides of my face, and before I can do anything, he's pulling back, and I'm standing there, just standing there, with what must be the blankest look on my face...
"Vig?"
I blink, "Yeah?"
"Are you... was that... I mean, was it okay? What I just did?"
Nod, you idiot. Do something. Move.
He's growing apprehensive as I simply stand there; I can see it in his face, and the way his easy posture becomes slightly rigid. Like I'm going to explode on him.
But I finally connect to my muscles again and nod, smiling slightly as my mind still runs over what just happened like a piece of film on eternal loop. Orlando just kissed me. Fuck.
He reaches out a hesitant hand and links his fingers through mine, stepping closer again, and fuck me, that's Orlando's warm skin pressing against my palm...
"Good. I uh... I'm sorry it was so rushed. I--"
But I'm getting the hang of this kissing Orlando thing, I think quickly, as I reach out and draw him to me, effectively cutting off whatever he was going to say as I slant my mouth over his. He lets out a little sound of amusement, and presses up against me, until I can feel every centimetre of his body flush against mine.
I swipe my tongue slowly across his bottom lip, seeking permission, and a moment later he grants it, his mouth opening, and his own tongue darting out to slide warmly across mine.
When he eventually pulls away, -his breathing now audible- his eyes startle me. They're heavy-lidded and impossibly dark, even in the sun's glare.
The sun. The beach. Shit.
Suddenly, I can feel every grain of sand under my feet, and it all returns in a flash. The sketch in my bag. Surfing. The hobbits. We're at the goddamn beach.
I want to laugh, and Orli looks to me quizzically, tongue darting out to moisten his bottom lip. I smile and give his hand a squeeze, "Come on, little Elf. Let's get back. We'll be missed."
He grins and nods, playing with my fingers as they twine with his by our sides.
His pace is actually more sedate as we return, in order to stay attached to me, and my heart feels lighter than it has in months.
The small silhouettes of the hobbits come into view and grow larger. Orli keeps his hand firmly tucked in mine as we approach.
Watching them grin as we arrive, I feel like catching the sunbeams and wrapping them around us.
~*~
The End.
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