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For ladyvader, because you´re, like, such a babe!! *winks*

Title: Art Of Them - Loving You (1/3)
Author: truntelinda (truntelinda@hotmail.com)
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
Warnings: none
Rating: pg-13
Disclaimers: this is fiction, don´t know them, didn´t happen
Feedback: yes please, be brutal
Beta: *kneels and bows head to praise the beautiful and allmighty Angel*
Summary: nah...no summary needed really...just fluffy stuff...
Notes: i was given this brilliant idea by Kung, who thought that i should write a sequel or longer version of Loving You. thanks for the turtle, behold what came out of it... *winks*
Dedication: because no one has ever written me VigOrli-sweetness just to make me happy before and because you are such a kick-ass chick, this is for you and you alone, Kim!!! *hugs you real tight*

~*~ Loving You ~*~


The room goes completely dark when Orlando shuts the door behind him, silently so as to not wake up the sleeping form in the bed. For a few seconds he just stands still and waits for his eyes to adjust. It´s late. He doesn´t want to knock anything down or walk into something. After a moment the room becomes clearer to him and the man in the bed stirs and moves onto his stomach, lets a content sigh out. And then Orli forgets what he was going to do and stays still on his spot by the door, his gaze gentle and loving as he rests it upon the other person. A soft snore breaks the utter silence, making a smile tug at the corners of his mouth and he moves forward a step. Quietly kicks off his shoes and shrugs the jacket off his shoulders and leaves it in a pile on the floor that his lover will trip over in the morning. Orlando laughs a little at the thought before he gets into the bed without removing any more clothes. Some more stirring from the other man as the bed dips, the blanket sliding down, exposing tanned skin stretching over muscle and perfect bone, and then Orli climbs on top of him. Lies down on the firm body, buries his face in the crook of warm neck and marvels at how perfectly he fits there. His still clothed arms wrap around the naked form. He gently kisses a shoulder.

"Orli...angel...what are you doing?" A sleepy murmur, muffled by the pillow and the voice causes Orlando´s heart to skip a beat and his toes to tingle.

"Loving you," he answers, leaning his head on the strong back underneath him and smiles into the soft skin there as he thinks of how true it is. Because all he ever does is love Viggo.

~*~

You speak of sunbeams and earth when you stroke my cheek. A light touch of your hand gives me security and your admiration. Your almost awe. With a shake of your head you surprise me with feelings that should have settled long ago and your smile tells me of adoration and shared kisses.

I smile with mischief and fire when I taste you. In your gaze I see pale blue. Stone gray and your voice. I let out mumbles of golden trees and matching souls as you complete me. Infatuation with skin. You scream of fireworks and love and my name. And you will always have me completely for that.

Sigh with contentment as you kiss my hair. Softness in your entire being, because you want to hold me carefully.

I think of hearts and coincidences when I look into your eyes. I think of love.


~*~ ... ~*~