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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.'t l't like it? Don't read it!
Pairings: Viggorli with special guest Eric Bana.
Disclaimer: This is not true, despite all my wishes.
Summary: Both our heroes are frustrated…by things the other just doesn’t understand...

Chapter 40

It’s been two week since I ultimately decided we deserved another chance, and while things have been happy and loving between us…there is still an awkward and odd sense of tension hanging over both our heads though we both pretend it isn’t there. Already, we have our very own pink elephant in the eagle suite named ‘the past’.

In an attempt to not bring up painful memories, I’ve not mentioned anything about Australia or Eric. No mention of tapes, roses or mugs. Nothing about crutches, Kurt, or injured backs. Didn’t dare bring up Orlando’s upsetting youth, or the name Hristo. Definitely no talk of sex or impotency.

What is there left to talk about?

Not much, since those are the things I think about all day, but there isn’t any way to just bring up any one of those topics without some kind of lead up to it. Some way to ease into the subject.

I can imagine it already, how a dinner could be ruined in under 60 seconds:

“Hey Orlando, can you pass the baked beans?”

“Sure.”

“Are you sure you can’t have sex? Definitely? Could we try anyway, just to be on the safe side? You know, just to make sure.”

Yeah, right.

So…there hasn’t been much talk between us.

Sure, there are plenty of hugs and cuddles and snuggling…little innocent actions to show affection and warmth. To show how he feels about me. How I feel about him.

It’s sweet. It’s endearing. It’s comforting.

It’s not enough.

Having him sprawled across me every night, feeling his warm breath feathering across my skin as his head rests on my shoulder, his hand tangled intimately in mine…my body reacts, whether I want it to or not. Well, how could it not react? He’s young, beautiful, alluring, sweet and most importantly, he’s mine. Why can I not claim what rightfully belongs to me?

Because I love him and can’t bear to hurt him by giving unwanted and unnecessary pressure…all because I desire his body. I like to believe our love is clean, pure…and I’ll do anything to keep it untainted by the dirty stains of my lust.

I’ll run my fingers idly down his back and imagine I am stroking his smooth thighs; kiss his closed eyelids and see in my mind the wide-eyed expression on his face when in tortured rapture; nuzzle my face in his freshly washed waves of hair, while envisioning the potent scent of his arousal in the tight curls between his legs; gently squeeze his slender fingers in mine, even as I conjure up images of his strong hands clutching tightly onto bed sheets as I thrust smoothly into him…

But all I dare do, is lie awake in the dark by his side, dreaming.

~~~

When I presented my little dilemma to Beanie, he suggested Orlando and I get out of the apartment, have fun and get to know each other better before I broach those sensitive issues.

In other words, we should have our much delayed first date.

“Our first date?” is the dubious echo I receive upon presenting the idea to my god.

“Yeah…think about it. Do you remember our first date?”

There is a pause as he squints his eyes and looks out the window thoughtfully.

“Hmm, you’re right. We’ve never had an official first date. Complete with pre-date jittery nerves and all that.”

“You want to have one then?”

“Okay. But…wait. That’s it? You’ve just asked me out on a first date like that?”

“Was there something wrong with it?”

“It’s a first date! You’re supposed to stutter, and I am supposed to be coy – ”

“Excuse me? Why should I stutter?”

“Because you’re nervous about asking me out!”

“Why would I be nervous?”

“Because you like me, and I might reject you!”

“You won’t reject me though! You already agreed!”

“No! You have to be nervous!”

He seems really worked up about this whole thing, so I decide to humour him.

“Err…er, would you, err…gorgeous Orlando, umm…like, maybe agree to grace this old man’s otherwise boring and lonely evening with your divine presence?” I mockingly plead.

“No, I am busy.”

“What?”

“I said no.”

“You don’t want to have dinner with me, muffin?”

My prince gives me an exasperated look of deep suffering.

“V-i-g-g-o, I am playing hard to get. You can’t expect me to agree right away!”

What is going on?

“Why not?”

“Because…” he seems lost for words as he flounders and waves his hand about, “…that’s how it always is! The girl can’t let the guy know she’s interested.”

“…um, okay…?”

“But if you ask again, I’ll reconsider. Though I’ll still be busy. Until – ”

“Muffin…I love you. And I am so glad you’ve moved in with me.”

“…Vig, you know I love you too.”

“Great. Now we’ve both said the big L word and since we’re even living together, I think that’s enough to prove we’re at least on the tenth date.”

“Hey! You can’t skip dates like that! You’re not getting out of this first date so easily, Viggo Mortensen!”

~~~

It only hit me how important this ‘first date’ was to my prince, when we were getting ready to go out for that special evening.

I’ve been ready for a good half an hour now and am currently sprawled on my bed watching in astonishment as Orlando putts around the room in a frenzy. I know he really takes to heart how other people see him and therefore spends too much time making sure he looks his best all the time – remember when we went out to the crazy ‘doctor’ restaurant with Beanie? My god spent forever with me on the phone beforehand, obsessing about what to wear. For this first ‘date’ with me, he’s even more jumpy and anxious than I had thought possible.

I can’t help him at all, since he rejects all my comments and suggestions, so I’ve been banished to the bed, content to play with the black hat he had automatically pulled out of the wardrobe, and watch my prince mutter and grumble in his own little world.

“Crap…why won’t you…argh, stop doing that!”

No, he’s not talking to me, but rather mumbling to his unruly mop of silky curls. I don’t understand why he’s so agitated with them, pulling them one way, then teasing them another before angrily rubbing more gel into them. I can only hope Orlando doesn’t use too much hair product, otherwise poor Johnson is going to be hard and sticky, instead of smooth and bouncy.

Hehe, Johnson…hard and sticky…because of the brisk rubbing of gels…

Damn, my thoughts are all going in one direction recently.

“Orlando, are you almost ready? Our reservations are at seven thirty…”

He whirls around and looks embarrassed.

“Sorry, Viggo…I forgot you were there for a moment.”

“No, it’s okay. I am just reminding you…and I just want you to know that you look fantastic. Hair included. No, hair especially.”

“You’re exaggerating…”

I am not. He really does look amazing, especially when he ducks his head and smiles shyly at me like that. I suddenly remember why I put up with all the frustration and pain from the sleepless nights. His rare and smiles of happiness are the silver lining to the fat cloud of otherwise crap and unanswered questions.

Hmm…well, the cloud right now has a beautifully sophisticated pinstripe lining with a touch of casual denim aura about him.

“You’re such a handsome cloud…” I say dreamily.

It earns me an odd look as he self-consciously adjusts the blue shirt he’s planning on wearing under a fitted pinstripe jacket. And that belt…it just draws attention to his hips and waist. Among other things. Which I am studiously not thinking about.

“Are you sure I look okay? Not too informal? The denim shirt is okay? The jacket isn’t too much?”

“You look perfect. Come on, let’s go. You don’t want to be late for our first date, do you?”

I heave myself upright, and offer my hand to him in a teasingly courtly gesture. It obviously delights him because he snorts with glee before composing himself again and sketches a peculiar bow back.

As I pick up his jacket and help him shrug it on, I notice his gaze focused on the bed to where I had deliberately left his hat.

Don’t do it, Orlando…just leave the hat behind…

I stay silent, letting him make up his mind as he carefully tucks the blue collar inside his jacket. There are no words spoken as he scrutinizes himself in the mirror, looking himself up and down slowly. There is one more glance at the hat. I will him to not wear it.

“I…I think something’s still missing, Viggo.”

I can’t help the loud puff of air I exhale in my dismay. Had he been lying in his tape? Are we back to exactly the way we were before? I thought he had changed…he told me I had helped him move on from the hiding…

He pulls me forward and moves me around, but I can’t look up at him – I don’t want him to see my disappointment if I can help it.

“There. Now it’s all perfect,” he declares in a satisfied voice.

What?

I look up to see what he’s talking about and finally notice our reflection. He’s manoeuvred us both in front of the mirror with his arms cradling mine around his waist, chin hooked over his shoulder and his head tenderly tilted towards mine. There is a delighted smile on his face and I find myself echoing it.

Not a hat in sight.

“You’re right…it’s perfect. We’re perfect. Together.”

He angles his head back so he can reach my lips, massaging them teasingly with his own for a heartbeat and then enticing me to part by licking softly. I pull him tighter against my body and feel him suddenly shudder and melt into me, warm and pliant.

I don’t know how long we spent there, basking in each other’s affection and wondrously gazing at the united image we presented in the mirror.

Needless to say, we were both late for our dinner reservation.

He wouldn’t have wanted our first date to begin any other way.

TBC...

Thanks so much for the reviews you guys! I tried to get this chapter off as soon as I could, since you were all so sweet and encouraging.

Wouldn't be able to do this without your support! MUAH!!!

I'd like to just give you all a big hug for sticking with this story, even through its ups and downs and (recently!) infrequent updates. I wanted to...reward you guys a little for all the crap our beautiful couple was going through, so here was a nice cuddly scene for you!

And of course...the Viggo perving on Orli bit too, muahaha...

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