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Flying With Eagles	By : Zar Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 10191 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Flying with Eagles
Author: Zar
Email: zarakan@hotmail.com
LJ: http://www.livejournal.com/users/squishypiglet/
Warnings: This is slash. Don't like it? Don't read it!
Pairings: Viggorli with special guest Eric Bana.
Disclaimer: This is not true, despite all my wishes.
Summary: Viggo in a towel…Orlando lets him in on a little secret…

Okay, you guys. Yes, this has been a long time in waiting, hasn't it? Well, there are reasons, but I'll talk about that a little at the end. For now, enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 37

I am stunned out of sleep by the sudden presence of a warm figure cuddling to me and stroking my hair. I am cold, so I edge closer to it and draw the affectionate form into my arms and snuggle. I don’t want to wake up yet – I am having the sweetest dream I’ve had since my god decided to leave, and I am not planning on leaving this haven anytime soon.

The soft figure disappears suddenly and I whine, trying to reach out vainly…I like the way this dream is going…and I get is a kiss on my nose for my trouble before a soft voice begins to hum an enchanting melody. But after all this…I still end up alone.

Alone.

Always alone.

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The sun is shining brightly into my room and directly on my bed. Damn. That’s the problem with living in an apartment with glass on all sides. It can get very hot.

Weird, I am only wearing my boxers to sleep…I hadn’t done that in a while, and tend to wear pyjamas. But wait, weirder still, the pyjamas I was wearing last night are folded neatly at the end of the bed.

Feeling slightly disorientated, I slide out from under the covers when I realise how cold it is today. Winter is already beginning in London although it’s mid-September. I am going to need to make it a quick dash to the bathroom.

Of course, I would forget that I had injured my knee and ended up sprawled on the cool wooden floor.

“Ouch…”

I finally make it to the bathroom and practically crawl my way into the tub and start the shower. Ahh…hot water is a blessing. You know how it is though? The second you think things are improving and your day might not be so bad after all, is the cue for more things to go wrong.

My stupid towel isn’t where I normally hang it, on the little bar beside the shower. I am going to have to drip all over the place. And damn, it’s getting cold in London, I can feel the draft coming in and it’s chilling me.

Shivering, I attempt to sprint out of the toilet – though careful not to trip and fall this time – where I find something very unusual. The bed has been remade and the covers from the guest bed are on it too. But on top of all that is my towel, lying innocently on the edge closest to the bathroom.

How weird is all this? I look around quickly, but there’s nobody around. What’s going on?

I grab the towel and wrap it around my trembling body but notice immediately that it’s fluffy and warm. Warm? How? The room is cold.

“I made coffee in the kitchen, whenever you’re ready…” comes a soft voice from behind me.

What??

Framed in the doorway of my bedroom is an immaculate god, already dressed in neatly pressed trousers and button down blue shirt with a few left undone to give a teasing glimpse of throat and tummy. Having not seen him in so long, I can’t seem to stop staring, until I realise I am naked and clutching onto a towel.

“Shit!”

He giggles as he watches me fumble and to my shock, walks over to me instead of away.

“It’s nothing I haven’t already seen, Viggo…”

What…? Does he mean he’s seen me naked before?

“You peeked? While I was sleeping?”

The hands which had been teasing the towel from my grasp stopped as he stared up at me, then flushed bright red.

“I can’t believe I admitted that! Oh god…” he mumbles, stepping away.

“You actually looked at me while I was unconscious?”

He’s shaking his head vigorously…and I am surprised to see that the blush is spreading all the way to his ears. I’ve never seen that before, so I am sort of standing there, towel hanging forgotten by my side as he studiously looks away from me.

“I…I saw you naked from the window.”

“What window?”

“The ones in your living room. The first day you got here…you walked around the apartment naked, and I…saw from the café.”

I don’t remem…oh. Yes, I do. That was the time damn Henry mis-labelled all my boxes when I moved in and I was forced to wander around the boxes trying to find clean clothing.

“…oh god, that’s a very long story. But you saw me from all the way across the river?”

H He doesn’t reply to that, but begins to gnaw on his lower lip, and I realise he’s now staring intently at me. Well, my left nipple to be precise. Crap, I’d forgotten I was naked.

I hurriedly tie the towel around my waist and start pacing backwards into the toilet. The cold is suddenly making itself known again, and I feel so vulnerable wearing only a towel when he’s fully dressed and looking at me with such a pleading and mesmerised expression.

“I’ll…just go change.”

That seems to snap him out of his weird mood and he’s turning as well, going back out the way he came without saying a word, though not without accidentally hitting his elbow in the doorway first.

Back in the relative safety of the toilet, I make sure the door is locked before I rest my hands on the sink and peer at myself in the steamed up mirror.

What am I doing?

This isn’t like me at all. I had better make a decision regarding Orlando soon, before he manages to use his boyish charisma and innocence to charm himself back into my heart. The fact that he must have realised I was cold and brought in the blanket from the guest bed sometime during the night, and the warm towel he must have heated up somehow are already winning him brownie points. He’s on the way to showing me how much he cares for me, by looking after me – a different side of his personality I have only witnessed this morning.

This is such a difficult decision to make.

We’re going to have to have a long talk. I am going to make up my mind before today is through. I only wish he hadn’t done all these things for me…it would make my decision so much easier if he were thoughtless and still immature.

Deep down, though I still can’t admit it to myself, I know my heart has already surrendered and reinstated him as its god. But I can still control my mind, and it’s not letting my heart have any say.

I want to take a nap.

Can’t do that, he’s outside and waiting for me.

I want to paint.

Can’t do that, he’s outside and my mind is too confused right now.

I want to not have to make this decision.

Can’t do that, he’s outside and is waiting for my answer.

I want ie’sie’s help.

Hmm. This one I can do.

TBC...

Yes, that was shorter than normal. I only wrote it because I wanted to tell you guys that I am still writing, only I've been so busy lately that I haven't been able to find much time! My computer broke down, I have a cold, one of my best friends is going through a dilemma, I need to move back to London in 5 days, I am going clubbing when I should be writing...the list goes on!!

But I posted this chapter (as tiny as it is) since I miss getting reviews and emails from you lot...so here is a little offering, hoping to entice you guys into some encouragement. *Offers cookies*

And did anyone catch that thing about Orli seeing Viggo naked through the windows?? Don't you remember early on, I had mentioned that Viggo wanted to photograph Orlando in the cafe from his apartment? Which must mean that Orli could have seen in...while Vig was puttering around. =)

Next chapter will have Beanie's advice. Any guesses what the Beanster will say? Hehe...*evil*

Wyall Jared - I wanted to give you a special thanks for having reviewed so many times. I love reading what you think and it gives me encouragement to carry on. Thank you so much!

Anya - Sorry this chapter is shorter, but I hope you liked it anyway!!
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