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Dreams, Decadence and Unveiled Desires	By : moraine Category: Individual Celebrities > Viggo Mortensen Views: 2200 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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~Disclaimer/Author's Notes~
See previous chapter. I don't want to repeat myself.

Dreams, Decadence, and Unveiled Desires
part 2
By Entervixen

Shea managed to keep her face still as she cleaned up and went home, but she couldn't still her mind. Her mantra kept slipping away, and all the other mental exercises she had learned had no greater effect. Her nerves were shot, her composure all but gone, hanging by a slim thread. She felt rattled and beaten, aching from both the long day and fear of what could happen with all of this. She didn't want to face this, didn't want to deal with what Viggo had said and how she felt, but she knew something had to be done. She just didn't know what.

Once home, Shea shed her clothing and took a long, hot bath, her mind racing the whole time. As the fragrant bath oil she used drifted up on the steam and soothed her troubled heart, her head cleared and she thought. She was afraid, deathly afraid of what would happen. If she did nothing...their relationship would be no more, they would work together and that was it, possibly making it awkward when they had to interact. If she did something, she was risking her heart, and more than that she was risking what she had built herself up to be over all these years. Shea was afraid that she would be no more, and in her place would be some alien replica. As she thought about what could be, she thought about what she already had. She thought about the time they had spent together, talking and getting to know one another, the smiles he would give her, even the touch on her arm. She couldn't, wouldn't, risk losing that. So with grim resolve and a racing heart, she drained the water in the tub and stood, grabbing a towel.

Shea didn't usually spend a lot of time on her appearance, but she did like to look presentable. Even if she had gone after Viggo right away, she still would have taken the time to change clothes and shower. She loved the birds, but smelling like one wasn't something she thought of as arousing. She wanted to look good for Viggo, but she didn't want to be overdone. Something more than her usual brush and go would suffice, but nothing flashy or "trampy," as she thought of it.

She blow dried her hair with a diffuser to allow her natural curls some freedom, liking the bounce and texture they held that way, even if that thought made her blush a bit. It had been so long since she had allowed them to do that; it was quite a change, and a pleasant one, she admitted to herself. Her dress was a black silk one embroidered with tiny oriental flowers that fell to her knees. It had red detailing around the edges and across the bust, forming an empire waist to help give her lithe, muscled body more curves.

The woman that stared at Shea from the mirror was one she wasn't used to, one that hadn't shown herself in a long time. Reddish brown curly hair framed a small heart shaped face that, while unadorned by makeup, was striking nonetheless, and emphasized the coloring of the dress. The dress itself clung where it was supposed to and draped where she wanted, almost making her look like a different girl. She blushed, embarrassed but pleased at the result, and hoped that Viggo would like the result. That thought made her blush again. "You can't hide yourself from him," she told the woman in the mirror. "You can't run from yourself. Just let things...be." It was a hard concept to think of, let along execute, but she would do her damnedest to dry. Shea had to.

On her way to the hotel Shea stopped and picked up her favorite dark ale, both a peace offering and a way to help calm her jittery nerves once she was actually there. Every once in a while she liked to drink, and dark ales were by and far her preferred poison of choice. And, she also knew that Viggo liked to drink, so hopefully he would partake with her. Hopefully, it would help untie her tongue without transforming her into an idiot, or make her look easy.

As Shea approached the hotel where Viggo was staying, her stomach flip flopped and her heart raced. She had a drink once at the bar here, on Viggo and Paul's request, but it had been only one drink and she had left as soon as she was able. Now, though, she was going right to Viggo's room to hopefully make amends, and see where things would go from there.

Thoughts flew through her mind, ranging from why Viggo would stay in a place like this, to how the bronze trim emphasized the maroon wallpaper with its faint design meant to be eye catching.

"May I help you, ma'am?"

Shea's attention was diverted to the man behind the desk, who eyed the ale suspiciously but seemed to have no problems with how Shea herself looked. "I'm supposed to meet a friend of mine here, but I can't remember what room he's in."

The man nodded. "And your friend is...?"

"Oh, Viggo...Mortensen." Shea suppressed the urge to blush, and made eye contact with the man, who looked slightly taken aback before looking up the number. "Shea Anderson?"

"Yes, actually." Shea didn't know if him knowing her name was good or bad, ignoring the gnawing thoughts in the back of her mind.

"He said to give you a key so you could let yourself in. He wasn't sure when you would arrive." The man handed her a key, smiling and winking. Shea ignored both the smile and the wink and took the offered key. "Thank you very much," she said quietly, and headed off to the elevator.

Her hands shook slightly as she shifted both the ale and the key to her left hand so she could knock. A few seconds passed with no answer, so she took the key and opened the door, her heart thundering and her palms slick with nerve-wracking sweat.

No one seemed to be there at the moment, so she set the alcohol on the small table and put as many bottles as she could into the mini-fridge. She had just grabbed one for herself and popped it open when the bathroom door opened and steam billowed out, followed by Viggo, dressed in nothing but a towel.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in the shower," Shea choked out, forcing herself to not fidget and took a swig of beer instead.

Viggo grinned, one hand on the towel as he leaned against the doorjamb to the bathroom. "No problem. That's why I had them give you a key." His grin was mischievous, knowing; his pose was tantalizing and alluring. As quickly as he had posed, however, he straightened and headed for the back room. "Give me a second to dress, okay?"

Shea had to look away from those well-muscled legs and smooth ass, wanting to actually take time to talk to him before she did anything else. She swallowed hard, twice, and drank some more, focusing on the standard hotel art displayed on the walls.

"I debated taking that down and putting up one of my own pieces, but I thought about it, and decided to leave it and work around it, if I chose to."

Shea was a bit startled, as she was lost in thought, but turned to Viggo and smiled a bit. It was a ghost of a smile, just a mere twitch of lips, but it brought a smile to Viggo's face. "I've never seen your work." She told her heart to stop fluttering as she forced her eyes to his face. Viggo had dressed in worn jeans and a flannel shirt that was unbuttoned. It looked comfortable and enticing at the same time.

Viggo feigned mock surprise. "And we've been hanging out so long..."

Shea decided to try something and frowned a bit at him, before batting her eyes twice and heading back over to the mini-fridge and pulling out an ale. "I figured you would like this. It's my favorite."

Viggo took it. "Thanks. Trying to get me drunk?"

Shea shrugged with one shoulder and sat down in one of the chairs. "If you want, be my guest. To be honest though, it's more of an apologetic peace offering ."

"Thank you, but you really don't have to apologize for anything."

Shea sighed and gathered her courage. "Yes, I do, even if it's just for me. I figured if I ignored it, it would go away. I didn't realize you felt the same."

Viggo shrugged. "It's not a problem, Shea. Shit happens, you know? And while I figured you needed a push, I didn't want to scare you off. I took a chance, laid everything out, and let you decide what to do. Honestly, I didn't even know if you would show up here or not, but I had to try."

Shea looked down as she rolled the neck of the bottle between her fingers, not knowing what to say, let alone think, about that. "And don't worry about it, either. No harm, no foul. Let's just talk."

"Let's just talk." It sounded innocent enough to Shea, who had been feeling more and more uncomfortable about all the talk about emotions and what went with them. So she settled back, somewhat relieved, and nodded. "That sounds good."

Viggo and Shea talked for a long time, the alcohol they consumed as they did giving her a pleasant buzz. It must have helped loosen her tongue as well, for she soon found she had no problems talking to Viggo. After some time passed, she got up and sat on the couch next to him, as that way she could rest against something and didn't worry about falling off the chair and embarrassing herself.

Viggo proceeded slowly, glad that she had come but could tell she was still uncomfortable with her feelings for him. So he tried to find safe topics, and was pleased as she relaxed more and more with him.

Shea felt more at ease than she had in a long time, even finding herself smiling and laughing. Laughing she rarely did; smiles were reserved for almost no one. It felt nice, though, to not worry about being on guard and not have to make sure that her walls were in place, even if it did make her feel a bit odd. It wasn't until she glanced at the clock, though, that she realized just how late it was, and how much she had to drink.

"Damn, I didn't mean to stay so long. We have to work in the morning. " Shea rubbed her eyes, suddenly feeling the time, and tried to stand. Viggo stood as well, catching her arm as she tottered backwards.

"Don't worry about the time. You can crash here."

Shea didn't stop the surprise that crossed her face, though she wasn't sure she could have if she tried. "Uh, are you sure?"
Viggo smiled slightly. "You can take the bed. I'll sleep on the couch."

"I don't want to put you out..." she began, to be silenced by Viggo.

"Nonsense. You aren't driving in this state, and it really isn't a problem. Just get some sleep." Viggo steered her toward the bedroom as he spoke and helped her into the bed. "Just get some rest, that's all that matters."

Shea yawned and settled back, blinking in an effort to keep her eyes open. "And you'll sleep on the couch?" She didn't know why it was important to know, but she had to.

Viggo nodded. "I'll be on the couch. Sleep well."

Shea nodded again and closed her eyes, not sure if Viggo really had kissed her ont he forehead, or if she was already dreaming.

TBC…
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