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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 t des despite all my wishes.
Summary: Viggo comes to a decision…and Orlando cooks.

Note: There will be FLUFF GALORE in this comeback chapter of mine...so you were warned!!

Chapter 39

I stayed out longer than I had expected. After Beanie had left, I spent some time alone just thinking, until I received some irritated glances from the waitresses there – after all, my bill was paid, I hadn’t ordered anything else and was just taking up their ta sta staring at nothing.

Time didn’t seem to mean much to me and I walked around window shopping for a while, taking care not to over strain my poor knee. It only just occurred to me how long it had been since I last went out into public. After Orlando left for Australia, there didn’t seem to be a point in leaving the apartment, so I had simply stayed in and hid in the safety of my room. I should make more of an effort to get out and live in the real world, I suppose.

Strolling…take him back?...meandering…follow the heart?...ambling…possible imminent heartbreak again…striding…hiding his secrets…sauntering…risk losing him forever?...stop.

I wasn’t expecting it to be easy, and there is still so much to do and talk about, but the choice was made.

Mind and heart. Body and soul. Orlando and Viggo.

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It was dark when I found myself sweating and heaving myself up the stairs in Paradise. That’s right, they still haven’t finished with the lift repairs since the fire, and I’ve been doing this insane hike. That’s sign enough to convince me I shouldn’t go out in public again any time soon.

I had almost reached the fourth floor, and was trying to distract myself from the pain by imagining the nice long nap I was going to take when I finally reached my apartment. Who cares if it’s about dinner time now and I won’t be able to sleep later? A nap still sounded good. First a cold drink. Then the nap. That sounds even better.

My front door was propped open when I finally arrived at the landing, and I paused a moment to look at it. What’s going on?

A second later, I had my answer as Orlando suddenly appeared in the doorway wearing an apron Beanie had smugly given to me for Christmas one year. In terrible clashy colours, it proclaims: "Any fool can paint a picture, but it takes a wise man to be able to sell it – Samuel Butler." Under that, in bold print, my dear friend had added his own comment to it, “Look, Vig! He and I even have the same initials, it’s a sign from the gods! Happy Xmas from your gorgeous, sexy, stunning, handsome, witty, funny - ” the list stops there because he ran out of room on the apron. I think he forgot a key aspect of his personality – insane.

My god notices me eyeing the apron and hurriedly runs his hands over it as if to remove any invisible wrinkles.

“Umm, I couldn’t find your normal apron, so I opened this one which I found in the back of one of the cupboards…is it okay? Were you saving it for a special occasion or something? Since it was in a plastic wrapping and all… ”

The rambling trails off when I smile at him.

”It’s okay. I just don’t use an apron…don’t really care if anything gets on my clothes. Beanie bought me that, by the way, and I never bothered to open it.”

“Oh.”

He’s following me as I make my way over to the kitchen to see what he’s been preparing, but as soon as he realises my destination, he suddenly rushes forward and blocks my path, nudging me away.

“No, no, no…I am doing the looking-after-you job. You go…watch telly, or something else that doesn’t require energy,” is the reprimand I receive when I try to peer over his shoulder.

I think he’s probably trying too hard, my sweet prince, but I obediently plop myself on the couch, only letting myself take one glance as he bounces back to the kitchen.

~~~

“Viggo? Dinner time…”

I am woken up by a soft squeeze around the shoulders, and I blearily recognise Orlando’s body pressed against mine as he wraps his arms around me.

“Mmm-hmm…”

“You still tired, baby? How about we eat here on the couch then? Won’t be a second…”

He gives me a quick kiss on the cheek, then the warmth disappears again as he heads away.

God, I am so drowsy, I must have fallen asleep while waiting for him to finish cooking. Is it mean to say I am quite apprehensive about what he’s made for us to eat? After all, they weren’t all glowing reviews from Vanessa who has tried his…cooking.

“Ta da!!!”

A plate appears in front of me, but it’s so close to my face it takes a moment for me register just what he’s proudly presenting me with. And when it does, it’s impossible to hold in a loud snort of laughter.

“What’s wrong, Vig? You don’t like beans and toast?”

He’s looking anxiously between my expression and the plate.

“No, no, I like it. Thank you…it’s…very special. I don’t normally have this for dinner.”

I can’t help it. I start grinning insanely and he glares at me for a moment, trying to judge my sincerity.

“Okay…if you say so.”

It’s true, I don’t normally eat this for dinner – Exene used to prepare it for Henry as a punishment and he would be stuck with toast and beans while the rest of us would have normal dinner, whenever he did something he wasn’t supposed to. Like going to Las Vegas for a week with his friends. That earned him a month of beans, and I still don’t feel sorry for him.

“I didn’t do much today, cleaned up your place a little, and unpacked of course. I can’t just live out of a suitcase while I am here, you know…since I’ll be staying permanently – ”

Poor Orlando is so nervous, he’s letting his mouth run away with him again. It’s obvious he’s talking to keep me from telling him how the lunch with Beanie went…and what my decision regarding him is.

“ – but then I realised I didn’t know what tyou you were going to be back, so I couldn’t start dinner until then – ”

“Orlando…”

He stops immediately, a nervous expression across his face. Trying not to agitate or mhim him even more nervous, I put down my plate and take his hand in mine, making sure his eyes are on me.

“Okay. Orlando…you know I’ve been having trouble trying to decide if I want to give this,” I use my other hand to gesture at the two of us, “another chance…if it’s worth trying again.”

I can tell he wants to say something, he’s biting his lip and already turning his eyes onto “pleading puppy look”.

“Well, I am going to give us another shot.”

The relief flooding his face wipes away all the worry-wrinkle lines he had a moment ago, and he eagerly leans forward to throw his arms around me, though even in his glee he is careful to not dislodge my shoulder sling.

“I missed you…” he mumbles quietly against my neck, and it melts my heart.

“I missed you too.”

He beams at me happily, half-sprawled across my lap, with crumbs from the toast still sticking to his lips. I try and wipe off some of the mess, only to have him laughingly try to lick me.

“Of course you missed me,” he says, sticking his tongue out to swipe at my thumb, “I am very missable, you know.”

“…I don’t think that’s how you’re supposed to use that word, muffin.”

“But it’s true! Everyone misses me, so I am missable.”

“No, that means it’s easy to miss you.”

“Exactly! It’s hard not to miss me!”

He’s twisting the words all around and the linguist in me is rebelling, but he’s all smiles and grins and happy hugs, I leave him be.

“Yes, you’re right. You’re very missable.”

It earns me a tender kiss, and I couldn’t be happier, now that he’s back in my life, my apartment, and arms again. I am whole again.

Crumbs and all.

TBC...

Sorry this took soooo long to get written, but I've just moved back to London for uni, and it was HELL getting here. And then of course, once I got here, I decided to party for a week or so, hehe...

It was also really hard to get writing again after such a long time...this relatively short chapter took me almost six hours to write...it's insane, but I couldn't get started writing again. And well, it's 6:15 am. *Sigh*

But I've got this fluffy chapter out, and so, you might think that things are going to go well from now on? Think again, muahaha...

Hopefully, when uni starts next week, I'll get into a good writing schedule again, so you guys won't have to wait so long for an update. Sorry again, and hope you liked this!!
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