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Ficlet/Drabble-ish
Title: Out in the Cold
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Orli/Viggo
Author: Fearandloathing
Disclaimer: The only place this happens as far as I know, is in my head.
Author's Notes: My fisrt Fic-ish thing that I am choosing to share.
Summary: Viggo deals with an akward,Drunken-Orli party moment..
Feedback: Please please.. I want to know.
“Orlando..”
I try to get him back to me..
“Hey..” I reach out to touch him, to try to get him to turn around.
“Yeah.. I’m here..” he half turns to me and gives me the best possible attempt at a smile. Not very good.
He looks tight, his arms folded up around his chest, holding himself, his shoulders shrugged and he’s all closed up, practically locked. This is supposed to be fun.. a party. I didn’t expect to be doing this, to be having this conversation now, but here we are. It’s good that it’s god-awful cold out here, no one else wants to stand out on the balcony right now.
“Orli..” I put my arm over his shoulders, I know I can break this tightness. “Orli, come here..” I give a little tug at him. He looks cold now, not just tight, and I want to warm him. I don’t want him to suffer. He looks pained and I can’t stand that. “Come on.. come on..” Another tug and I’m able to turn him towards me and fold him up in my arms.. He buries his face in my neck and his nose is freezing. I pull my coat around him as much as I can and hold him there.
“It’s ok, ok?” I make my voice soft, and try to put my words right in his ear, so they won’t go anywhere else. His ear is freezing too, I press my cheek against it trying to get it warm. I rub his back and then figure out that the coat won’t close because he’s still all folded up front. I reach down and untangle his arms and wrap them around my waist. He seems reluctant at first, like he’s not sure what I am doing, or what he should do, but I know he needs this, this closeness, and so do I. Eventually he relaxes and with a deep sigh that sound like the edge of tears and he clings to me. I wrap the coat up a bit better around us and just hold him.
Earlier he approached me and Sean after the party had been going a few hours. Sean excused himself for another trip to the kitchen and Orli was a little fucked up. He took me by the hand and led me into the hallway, dodging someone exiting from the restroom. We turned another corner and I laughed and asked him where we were going. He pushed me against a wall, wrapped himself around me and slid his body against mine, licked at my neck, and whispered in my ear how he wanted me to come home with him tonight. I couldn’t move, I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say a thing. When he pulled back to see my face, I guess he didn’t know what to think either, because his face changed to sudden embarrassment. He laughed it off for a moment and then quickly escaped. I should have kept him there for a moment while I came out of shock. But he was walking away already by the time my head caught up with my thinking,and left me standing there in silence, feeling like an idiot.
There had been some talk here and there, some jabs at me about my close relationship with Orli. Bean had taken me aside once and asked “so what’s up with you and the elf?” with a surprising amount of concern in his eyes. I remember the half-hearted response I had at the time, the words feeling weak as they emerged from my mouth.Who was I kidding? I noticed the flickers of adoration from Orli, and the special attention he always paid to me. That was when I started to pay closer attention too. Once I became aware, things seemed to accelerate, but I didn’t expect this, not this soon. Maybe Orli started to notice me noticing, and was looking for a ripe time to get ballsy enough to make his mind known. Or maybe he was just drunk.. but that didn’t seem possible. He couldn’t chock this up to drunkenness. I have a very clear feeling that he knows I know, especially now, after tonight.
After gathering my wits for a few, I walked back out, expecting to see Orli cuddling up to another possible prospect, not hoping, but thinking maybe there was a small chance he was just drunk..but I didn’t see him. He emerged from the hallway, most likely the bathroom, a little while later and he looked upset, like maybe even he’d been crying. Oh, if those were tears, I am definitely not worth that. He disappeared briefly down the hall again, and I was on the verge of excusing myself to follow him, but he re-emerged, looking collected, so I held back, waiting. Orli made a stop or two, talking to Dom briefly with a pat on the back, bullshitting with Astin while looking like he was on his way out, disguising his upset expression with a ready smile and and laugh. He knew exactly where I was, and I’m sure he could feel me watching him, but he didn’t meet my eyes, he just went out into the cold. That’s when I followed him. That’s where we are now. All I want to do is make this better, and I don’t think he knows what I am thinking, thinks I’m probably just feeling sorry for him.
The sliding door pulls open and I feel him stiffen, like he needs to escape again, but I don’t let him. I hold him fast, him and my coat, around me. Elijah steps out for a sec and tells us how goddamnedfuckingfreezing it is out here. Orli’s eyes are shut and I’ve got him bundled against me so tight without any real plans to let him go right now. Elijah looks at us for a sec like he’s wondering if something’s wrong, and I can feel that he’s about to ask, or maybe even walk over. He’s such a sweet kid, but his help is not needed right now, as much as he may want to give it. I just raise my eyes to his and shake my head, hoping he gets the hint. He does and steps back inside, sliding the door shut again, leaving us alone.
I put my lips right over Orli’s ear. It’s getting really unbarably cold out here, but I still have something to say, it shouldn’t wait. I hope my lips feels good and don’t tickle, cause his ear is so cold, I really want to warm it up, wouldn’t mind making sure all of him is warm. I’m going to try this one more time.. “Orlando..?” He raises his head and looks at me and his face is trying hard to be blank, or at least neutral, but there are twinges of pain still visible at the corners of his eyes. His arms are still around me fast and I’m glad they are. I pull him a little closer and put my forehead against his. This little ritual of ours turning tender, all of a sudden. I can feel myself getting lost at this close range, lost in his eyes, in the depth of his emotions. He looks entirely exposed to me right now, and I feel that I will be responsible for how this goes. I’m supposed to be the wise one here, the mentor.
I disconnect one of hands from around him and slide it up to his face. I want him so badly to know right now how much I’ve grown to care, to love him, I hope he can see it, but in case he can’t, I want him to feel it. I hold his face gently, then tilt it a little, and press my lips to his. He is shaking, and I’m not surprised. I’m hoping he’s not thinking ‘mixed signals’, so I’m going to make damned sure. I open my mouth and let him feel my tongue. I can feel him gasp, though his breath is taken up by me. He opens too, tentatively at first, then when I slide my hand to the back of his shorn head, his shyness shifts to hunger, and he’s making me hungry too, so much in fact that I merely open my eyes when I hear the door slide open again, and Bean is standing there.. He squints for a moment as us, like he’s not sure he’s seeing what he thinks he’s seeing, his mouth drops open when he’s sure it is us that he is seeing. Yes, it’s me and Orlando. Yes, we are kissing. And not like friends. I can’t imagine what I must look like to him. I can tell what I feel like, like I’m burning from the inside out, and my eyes must reflect that. I don’t really feel like sharing this with him, so I shut them, and then I hear the door slide shut too.
I don’t wonder or care about what, if anything, he’s going to say to anyone in that room. I really don’t care. My priorities have narrowed to one specific thing in the last 20 minutes. I break the kiss and now it’s time to take care of business. His face is flushed and full of lust and desire and he looks beautiful all over again. Tightness all gone, or at least the kind we started with. I can’t wait to see him lose it in my arms, under my hands, against my mouth. I can’t believe it’s going to be tonight. I look him straight in the eye, leaving no room for doubt.
“Let’s go.”
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Orli/Viggo
Author: Fearandloathing
Disclaimer: The only place this happens as far as I know, is in my head.
Author's Notes: My fisrt Fic-ish thing that I am choosing to share.
Summary: Viggo deals with an akward,Drunken-Orli party moment..
Feedback: Please please.. I want to know.
“Orlando..”
I try to get him back to me..
“Hey..” I reach out to touch him, to try to get him to turn around.
“Yeah.. I’m here..” he half turns to me and gives me the best possible attempt at a smile. Not very good.
He looks tight, his arms folded up around his chest, holding himself, his shoulders shrugged and he’s all closed up, practically locked. This is supposed to be fun.. a party. I didn’t expect to be doing this, to be having this conversation now, but here we are. It’s good that it’s god-awful cold out here, no one else wants to stand out on the balcony right now.
“Orli..” I put my arm over his shoulders, I know I can break this tightness. “Orli, come here..” I give a little tug at him. He looks cold now, not just tight, and I want to warm him. I don’t want him to suffer. He looks pained and I can’t stand that. “Come on.. come on..” Another tug and I’m able to turn him towards me and fold him up in my arms.. He buries his face in my neck and his nose is freezing. I pull my coat around him as much as I can and hold him there.
“It’s ok, ok?” I make my voice soft, and try to put my words right in his ear, so they won’t go anywhere else. His ear is freezing too, I press my cheek against it trying to get it warm. I rub his back and then figure out that the coat won’t close because he’s still all folded up front. I reach down and untangle his arms and wrap them around my waist. He seems reluctant at first, like he’s not sure what I am doing, or what he should do, but I know he needs this, this closeness, and so do I. Eventually he relaxes and with a deep sigh that sound like the edge of tears and he clings to me. I wrap the coat up a bit better around us and just hold him.
Earlier he approached me and Sean after the party had been going a few hours. Sean excused himself for another trip to the kitchen and Orli was a little fucked up. He took me by the hand and led me into the hallway, dodging someone exiting from the restroom. We turned another corner and I laughed and asked him where we were going. He pushed me against a wall, wrapped himself around me and slid his body against mine, licked at my neck, and whispered in my ear how he wanted me to come home with him tonight. I couldn’t move, I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say a thing. When he pulled back to see my face, I guess he didn’t know what to think either, because his face changed to sudden embarrassment. He laughed it off for a moment and then quickly escaped. I should have kept him there for a moment while I came out of shock. But he was walking away already by the time my head caught up with my thinking,and left me standing there in silence, feeling like an idiot.
There had been some talk here and there, some jabs at me about my close relationship with Orli. Bean had taken me aside once and asked “so what’s up with you and the elf?” with a surprising amount of concern in his eyes. I remember the half-hearted response I had at the time, the words feeling weak as they emerged from my mouth.Who was I kidding? I noticed the flickers of adoration from Orli, and the special attention he always paid to me. That was when I started to pay closer attention too. Once I became aware, things seemed to accelerate, but I didn’t expect this, not this soon. Maybe Orli started to notice me noticing, and was looking for a ripe time to get ballsy enough to make his mind known. Or maybe he was just drunk.. but that didn’t seem possible. He couldn’t chock this up to drunkenness. I have a very clear feeling that he knows I know, especially now, after tonight.
After gathering my wits for a few, I walked back out, expecting to see Orli cuddling up to another possible prospect, not hoping, but thinking maybe there was a small chance he was just drunk..but I didn’t see him. He emerged from the hallway, most likely the bathroom, a little while later and he looked upset, like maybe even he’d been crying. Oh, if those were tears, I am definitely not worth that. He disappeared briefly down the hall again, and I was on the verge of excusing myself to follow him, but he re-emerged, looking collected, so I held back, waiting. Orli made a stop or two, talking to Dom briefly with a pat on the back, bullshitting with Astin while looking like he was on his way out, disguising his upset expression with a ready smile and and laugh. He knew exactly where I was, and I’m sure he could feel me watching him, but he didn’t meet my eyes, he just went out into the cold. That’s when I followed him. That’s where we are now. All I want to do is make this better, and I don’t think he knows what I am thinking, thinks I’m probably just feeling sorry for him.
The sliding door pulls open and I feel him stiffen, like he needs to escape again, but I don’t let him. I hold him fast, him and my coat, around me. Elijah steps out for a sec and tells us how goddamnedfuckingfreezing it is out here. Orli’s eyes are shut and I’ve got him bundled against me so tight without any real plans to let him go right now. Elijah looks at us for a sec like he’s wondering if something’s wrong, and I can feel that he’s about to ask, or maybe even walk over. He’s such a sweet kid, but his help is not needed right now, as much as he may want to give it. I just raise my eyes to his and shake my head, hoping he gets the hint. He does and steps back inside, sliding the door shut again, leaving us alone.
I put my lips right over Orli’s ear. It’s getting really unbarably cold out here, but I still have something to say, it shouldn’t wait. I hope my lips feels good and don’t tickle, cause his ear is so cold, I really want to warm it up, wouldn’t mind making sure all of him is warm. I’m going to try this one more time.. “Orlando..?” He raises his head and looks at me and his face is trying hard to be blank, or at least neutral, but there are twinges of pain still visible at the corners of his eyes. His arms are still around me fast and I’m glad they are. I pull him a little closer and put my forehead against his. This little ritual of ours turning tender, all of a sudden. I can feel myself getting lost at this close range, lost in his eyes, in the depth of his emotions. He looks entirely exposed to me right now, and I feel that I will be responsible for how this goes. I’m supposed to be the wise one here, the mentor.
I disconnect one of hands from around him and slide it up to his face. I want him so badly to know right now how much I’ve grown to care, to love him, I hope he can see it, but in case he can’t, I want him to feel it. I hold his face gently, then tilt it a little, and press my lips to his. He is shaking, and I’m not surprised. I’m hoping he’s not thinking ‘mixed signals’, so I’m going to make damned sure. I open my mouth and let him feel my tongue. I can feel him gasp, though his breath is taken up by me. He opens too, tentatively at first, then when I slide my hand to the back of his shorn head, his shyness shifts to hunger, and he’s making me hungry too, so much in fact that I merely open my eyes when I hear the door slide open again, and Bean is standing there.. He squints for a moment as us, like he’s not sure he’s seeing what he thinks he’s seeing, his mouth drops open when he’s sure it is us that he is seeing. Yes, it’s me and Orlando. Yes, we are kissing. And not like friends. I can’t imagine what I must look like to him. I can tell what I feel like, like I’m burning from the inside out, and my eyes must reflect that. I don’t really feel like sharing this with him, so I shut them, and then I hear the door slide shut too.
I don’t wonder or care about what, if anything, he’s going to say to anyone in that room. I really don’t care. My priorities have narrowed to one specific thing in the last 20 minutes. I break the kiss and now it’s time to take care of business. His face is flushed and full of lust and desire and he looks beautiful all over again. Tightness all gone, or at least the kind we started with. I can’t wait to see him lose it in my arms, under my hands, against my mouth. I can’t believe it’s going to be tonight. I look him straight in the eye, leaving no room for doubt.
“Let’s go.”
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the part where Sean B. saw them made me giggle :D
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I like the strong tone of the last paragraph. Actually, I like it all, but the change at the end was rather nice.
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Will there be more?
More?
Thank you so much for the feedback, I really appreciate it!!
Glad you enjoyed it.. ;)
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silly question..
Where is a good place I can post a LOTR FPS fic? I'm looking around in LJ, and seeing a lot of RPS communities, but I think I am missing something? Looking for either general LOTR FPS fic communities or specific pariing communities.. HELP!?!?
Re: silly question..
Re: silly question..
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But..Arg, you can't stop here! ;)
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