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Title: New Love 8/8
(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 8:
"Rød grød med fløde."*
Rhoghroghmeflho what?
"I don´t think I´ll be able to say that..."
"Sure you will, just...try it...rød grød med fløde."
Yeah, I´m sorry, I don´t have a bucket of porrigde in my mouth, so how do you expect me to make those noises?
"What does it mean anyway?"
"Oh...it...means something very...special and...delicious..."
Eh? You shitting me?
"It means `something very special and delicious´?"
"Haha...no, no...it means something that IS very special and delicious..."
Aha...aww, I bet it´s something really sweet...or something really naughty that he´s too embarrassed to tell me...hehe...
"Oh."
Wow. I honestly didn´t think he´d actually come, you know...it´d be perfectly understandable, what with my mental health - or lack there of - and all...he did, though...come, I mean...come, as in come over...not in the dirty way...hrm...oh, God...Viggo coming...mghghnngg...ow! Biting my tongue just a little bit hard maybe...I need to wash my brain with soap.
But anyway...he did come...not really in, because I was sitting out here on the steps when he came by, so he´s been sitting here with me for the last hour and a half...right next to me...his thigh is touching mine...his thigh...I´m starting to sweat...ggg...stop thinking about Viggo´s thigh...Viggo´s sweaty thigh...oh, God...ACK!!! No, not again!! Let´s see...what do we have, what do we have...? Oh! Tony Blair naked! Ewww...change the subject, please...
Phew...
Anyway...what I´m trying to say is...he´s here...Viggo´s here...with me...on my doorstep...with me...
"Well, I´ll practice it, okay?"
"Sure...you do that..."
God, he´s so close...maybe I can scoot just a little closer without him noticing...
"Hey, know what I was thinking?"
You want me. You need me. You must have me. Right here, right now.
"That I better go now...early call tomorrow, you know."
Bugger.
"Yeah, okay...I´ll see you in the morning then? `Cause we´re on the same sets, right? Like, we´re in the same scenes...like..."
Shut up, shut up, shut up. Please! Why don´t you just chain yourself to his leg? That´d be less obvious!! See, now he´s laughing at me...meh...I´m such a laughable twit.
"Yes, Orlando. We´re on the same sets, we´re in the same scenes...just like almost every day...so yes, you´ll see me in the morning...and I´ll see you in the morning..."
Meep! Was that a...? Yes, I believe it was! He...winked at me...and I´m staring at him like a fucking dork. Charming.
...can´t stop, though.
Aw, he´s going...with his perfect butt and his perfect legs and his perfect eyes and his perfect brain...he´s perfect. He is perfection. He´s perfect for me...I´m so in love with him...
I guess I should go inside...or I can just sit here for another couple of hours and stare dreamily into the sky...think about what it´d be like to wake up next to someone like Viggo and just smile and cuddle up with him and just lie there in his arms...and then I´d kiss him good morning and go make him coffee...or tea, whatever...it´d be so romantic...I´d love that...I just said I´d love romance...something seriously strange is happening to me...if I weren´t feeling so fuzzy and gooey I´d probably be scared...
Hmm...I miss him already...but...oh, well...I guess that´s alright...as long as I see him tomorrow...and the day after that...and the day after that...dreamy sigh and such.
end
~~~~
* "Rød grød med fløde" means `red porridge with cream´ (but refers to
creamed strawberries with whipped cream) and is a very common phrase
that Danes use to tease foreigners - who wants to speak Danish -
with, as it is very hard to pronounce.*
~~~~
(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 8:
"Rød grød med fløde."*
Rhoghroghmeflho what?
"I don´t think I´ll be able to say that..."
"Sure you will, just...try it...rød grød med fløde."
Yeah, I´m sorry, I don´t have a bucket of porrigde in my mouth, so how do you expect me to make those noises?
"What does it mean anyway?"
"Oh...it...means something very...special and...delicious..."
Eh? You shitting me?
"It means `something very special and delicious´?"
"Haha...no, no...it means something that IS very special and delicious..."
Aha...aww, I bet it´s something really sweet...or something really naughty that he´s too embarrassed to tell me...hehe...
"Oh."
Wow. I honestly didn´t think he´d actually come, you know...it´d be perfectly understandable, what with my mental health - or lack there of - and all...he did, though...come, I mean...come, as in come over...not in the dirty way...hrm...oh, God...Viggo coming...mghghnngg...ow! Biting my tongue just a little bit hard maybe...I need to wash my brain with soap.
But anyway...he did come...not really in, because I was sitting out here on the steps when he came by, so he´s been sitting here with me for the last hour and a half...right next to me...his thigh is touching mine...his thigh...I´m starting to sweat...ggg...stop thinking about Viggo´s thigh...Viggo´s sweaty thigh...oh, God...ACK!!! No, not again!! Let´s see...what do we have, what do we have...? Oh! Tony Blair naked! Ewww...change the subject, please...
Phew...
Anyway...what I´m trying to say is...he´s here...Viggo´s here...with me...on my doorstep...with me...
"Well, I´ll practice it, okay?"
"Sure...you do that..."
God, he´s so close...maybe I can scoot just a little closer without him noticing...
"Hey, know what I was thinking?"
You want me. You need me. You must have me. Right here, right now.
"That I better go now...early call tomorrow, you know."
Bugger.
"Yeah, okay...I´ll see you in the morning then? `Cause we´re on the same sets, right? Like, we´re in the same scenes...like..."
Shut up, shut up, shut up. Please! Why don´t you just chain yourself to his leg? That´d be less obvious!! See, now he´s laughing at me...meh...I´m such a laughable twit.
"Yes, Orlando. We´re on the same sets, we´re in the same scenes...just like almost every day...so yes, you´ll see me in the morning...and I´ll see you in the morning..."
Meep! Was that a...? Yes, I believe it was! He...winked at me...and I´m staring at him like a fucking dork. Charming.
...can´t stop, though.
Aw, he´s going...with his perfect butt and his perfect legs and his perfect eyes and his perfect brain...he´s perfect. He is perfection. He´s perfect for me...I´m so in love with him...
I guess I should go inside...or I can just sit here for another couple of hours and stare dreamily into the sky...think about what it´d be like to wake up next to someone like Viggo and just smile and cuddle up with him and just lie there in his arms...and then I´d kiss him good morning and go make him coffee...or tea, whatever...it´d be so romantic...I´d love that...I just said I´d love romance...something seriously strange is happening to me...if I weren´t feeling so fuzzy and gooey I´d probably be scared...
Hmm...I miss him already...but...oh, well...I guess that´s alright...as long as I see him tomorrow...and the day after that...and the day after that...dreamy sigh and such.
end
~~~~
* "Rød grød med fløde" means `red porridge with cream´ (but refers to
creamed strawberries with whipped cream) and is a very common phrase
that Danes use to tease foreigners - who wants to speak Danish -
with, as it is very hard to pronounce.*
~~~~
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"Rød grød med fløde."
Rhoghroghmeflowhat?
*laughs hysterically* I'm partly Danish myself, and I'm having big troubles with getting the pronounciation right. And a Brit... It almost hurts to imagine!
"... how do you expect me to make those noises? *rofl*
...I need to wash my brain with soap. Yeah, don't we all...
...Let's see... what do we have, what do we have... Tony Blair naked! Ewwwww, change of subject, please. Yes, please! I'd like another subject as well!
"Hey, know what I was thinking?"
You want me. You need me. You must have me. Right here, right now.
"That I better go... early call tomorrow, you know."
Bugger. ROFL!!!!
There's a reason for me to call you the Goddess! And it's right here! Well, one of them anyway. *falls on knees and worships*
MWAH! for writing this.
-Chrisita
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