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rugbytackleTITLE: The Orange Grove (19/32): Leaving
AUTHOR: Cinzia and Gloria
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It was good to lie with his eyes shut in the cool, dark room, listening to someone else's breathing and feeling the warmth of another body, not too close, but simply... comfortable.
Sleep was tempting, but Viggo resisted it. He wanted to stay like this, drifting and daydreaming, not having to think about anything. Having, in fact, to carefully not think of some things, some people. But his body was pleasantly tired, and the smell of their bodies -- sweat, semen, aftershave -- was intimate and anonymous at once. Not such a familiar smell that he couldn't think of anyone else. Not --
Viggo caught himself before he could follow that thought, and sighed.
"So things are different now?" said Petros softly in the darkness.
"I don't know," said Viggo eventually. "What do you mean?"
"Something changed," said Petros, less quietly. He sounded... unfriendly.
"I don't understand," said Viggo again. It wasn't a lie. He knew what had kept him away from the taverna, what had worried Petros; but he didn't know how to resolve it, how to make it all come right. Didn't know yet if it even really mattered.
"You're not here for weeks," Petros accused him. "And then you come here, expect me to be waiting for you, come to me with your new... your wanting something different."
The mimicry in his voice made Viggo flinch. He pushed himself upright and leant back against the wall behind the bed. The plaster was cool against his back: it felt good. Petros lay there, a creased corner of the bedsheet across his hips, scowling at him.
"I didn't mean it like that," Viggo said gently. "I wanted to see you. I didn't expect... I don't have the right to expect anything."
All true. He didn't want to tell Petros how little it all meant to him.
"Maybe you shouldn't come again," Petros said, staring at the blank white wall.
"Maybe I shouldn't," Viggo agreed. "But I --"
"Maybe," Petros said, quiet and vicious, "you should decide who you want."
Viggo leant his head back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. There was a spider's web in the corner, with a fly still struggling in it. "There isn't anyone else."
"So what? Perhaps there will never be anyone else. You wouldn't come here if there is anyone else."
"If there were anyone else," Viggo corrected, suddenly impatient with the whole conversation.
Petros laughed out loud. "Now I believe you," he said, teeth white in the gloom. "But still, you have to go."
"Because I wanted you to fuck me?" said Viggo wryly. He stood up and began to collect his clothes from the floor and the chair. "Thought you liked it."
Petros giggled, and Viggo was suddenly, absurdly reminded of Orlando. One night in New Zealand, in the pub, when he'd been teasing Orlando about laughing like a girl. What had they been laughing about?
Something... something Sean had said. Sean, teasing them about their relationship. About how sweet Orlando looked, smiling at Viggo. "Girly," Sean had said, grinning at them both. "Typical Southerner." And he and Orlando had started calling each other names, Orlando indignant and Sean doing his best to wind him up even more.
Viggo scowled at the memory as he pulled on his clothes. "I'm sorry," he said again, not looking at Petros.
Petros sighed. He was sitting up, the sheet bunched in his lap; he made a gesture of futility. "Things change. You'll be gone soon."
He'd be gone soon. It was true. Filming would be over by this time next month, and they'd go away. They'd go their separate ways. It wasn't Crete that he'd miss most; but he'd miss it.
Outside, the church clock began to chime. Ten o'clock. Viggo was suddenly, unreasonably, desperate to get home.
"Maybe we'll see one another," he said, trying to leave on a good note. "At the taverna, some evening."
"Maybe," said Petros, not meeting Viggo's gaze.
For a moment Viggo imagined staying, talking, fixing it. But it was late already, too late, too far gone... As he closed the door behind him a cheer rose from the distant bar. Maybe it was only another goal for the home team, but Viggo took it as a good omen; good luck, fate working out. Grinning, he hurried across the quiet square, already thinking of what he'd tell Sean.
"Viggo?"
Okay, fate again. Viggo didn't know whether to cheer or scream. He turned and grinned at Sean.
AUTHOR: Cinzia and Gloria
Full headers here
It was good to lie with his eyes shut in the cool, dark room, listening to someone else's breathing and feeling the warmth of another body, not too close, but simply... comfortable.
Sleep was tempting, but Viggo resisted it. He wanted to stay like this, drifting and daydreaming, not having to think about anything. Having, in fact, to carefully not think of some things, some people. But his body was pleasantly tired, and the smell of their bodies -- sweat, semen, aftershave -- was intimate and anonymous at once. Not such a familiar smell that he couldn't think of anyone else. Not --
Viggo caught himself before he could follow that thought, and sighed.
"So things are different now?" said Petros softly in the darkness.
"I don't know," said Viggo eventually. "What do you mean?"
"Something changed," said Petros, less quietly. He sounded... unfriendly.
"I don't understand," said Viggo again. It wasn't a lie. He knew what had kept him away from the taverna, what had worried Petros; but he didn't know how to resolve it, how to make it all come right. Didn't know yet if it even really mattered.
"You're not here for weeks," Petros accused him. "And then you come here, expect me to be waiting for you, come to me with your new... your wanting something different."
The mimicry in his voice made Viggo flinch. He pushed himself upright and leant back against the wall behind the bed. The plaster was cool against his back: it felt good. Petros lay there, a creased corner of the bedsheet across his hips, scowling at him.
"I didn't mean it like that," Viggo said gently. "I wanted to see you. I didn't expect... I don't have the right to expect anything."
All true. He didn't want to tell Petros how little it all meant to him.
"Maybe you shouldn't come again," Petros said, staring at the blank white wall.
"Maybe I shouldn't," Viggo agreed. "But I --"
"Maybe," Petros said, quiet and vicious, "you should decide who you want."
Viggo leant his head back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. There was a spider's web in the corner, with a fly still struggling in it. "There isn't anyone else."
"So what? Perhaps there will never be anyone else. You wouldn't come here if there is anyone else."
"If there were anyone else," Viggo corrected, suddenly impatient with the whole conversation.
Petros laughed out loud. "Now I believe you," he said, teeth white in the gloom. "But still, you have to go."
"Because I wanted you to fuck me?" said Viggo wryly. He stood up and began to collect his clothes from the floor and the chair. "Thought you liked it."
Petros giggled, and Viggo was suddenly, absurdly reminded of Orlando. One night in New Zealand, in the pub, when he'd been teasing Orlando about laughing like a girl. What had they been laughing about?
Something... something Sean had said. Sean, teasing them about their relationship. About how sweet Orlando looked, smiling at Viggo. "Girly," Sean had said, grinning at them both. "Typical Southerner." And he and Orlando had started calling each other names, Orlando indignant and Sean doing his best to wind him up even more.
Viggo scowled at the memory as he pulled on his clothes. "I'm sorry," he said again, not looking at Petros.
Petros sighed. He was sitting up, the sheet bunched in his lap; he made a gesture of futility. "Things change. You'll be gone soon."
He'd be gone soon. It was true. Filming would be over by this time next month, and they'd go away. They'd go their separate ways. It wasn't Crete that he'd miss most; but he'd miss it.
Outside, the church clock began to chime. Ten o'clock. Viggo was suddenly, unreasonably, desperate to get home.
"Maybe we'll see one another," he said, trying to leave on a good note. "At the taverna, some evening."
"Maybe," said Petros, not meeting Viggo's gaze.
For a moment Viggo imagined staying, talking, fixing it. But it was late already, too late, too far gone... As he closed the door behind him a cheer rose from the distant bar. Maybe it was only another goal for the home team, but Viggo took it as a good omen; good luck, fate working out. Grinning, he hurried across the quiet square, already thinking of what he'd tell Sean.
"Viggo?"
Okay, fate again. Viggo didn't know whether to cheer or scream. He turned and grinned at Sean.
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Date: 2003-10-29 06:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-30 01:59 pm (UTC)(And don't shake the bunny. Embrace it... you know you want to... ;)
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Date: 2003-10-29 09:09 pm (UTC)And of course, I love how this is progressing....I absolutely cannot *wait* for Vig and the Bean to have the Big Ol' confrontation...can't wait for Friday! *rubs hands in glee*
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Date: 2003-10-30 02:05 pm (UTC)*nodnod* So true! :)
Thank you for your fantastic feedback! We tried to be as realistic as possible
(plus we're teases anyway ;)and we're thrilled to hear that we succeeded. That's the best praise we could hope for. Thanks again!And of course, I love how this is progressing....I absolutely cannot *wait* for Vig and the Bean to have the Big Ol' confrontation...can't wait for Friday! *rubs hands in glee*
Hee! Tomorrow's Friday... Hope you won't be disappointed. *veg* *hugses* ;)
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Date: 2003-10-29 10:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-30 02:09 pm (UTC)cursingscreaming, last night... was that you? Whoa. Powerful lungs. ;)And don't be dead! There's more to come...
Thanks for reading! :)
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Date: 2003-10-30 12:20 am (UTC)I was terrified this morning by your title, but I plucked up my courage and the chapter is wonderful, of course.
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Date: 2003-10-30 02:14 pm (UTC)And don't think for a moment I haven't noticed what you're doing with the oranges.
Eep! We don't think anything of the sort, ma'am. In fact we're glad that's coming across clearly enough... yay! :)
I was terrified this morning by your title, but I plucked up my courage and the chapter is wonderful, of course.
Thank you for reading anyway... and for the gorgeous comment. We appreciate it a lot! :)
*hugs*
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Date: 2003-10-30 07:12 pm (UTC)Friday's chapter should be... interesting.*worries*
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Date: 2003-10-30 03:54 am (UTC)*sighs*
This story is such sweet torture! Love it.
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Date: 2003-10-30 02:17 pm (UTC)We really didn't mean to torture peopleAhem. Never mind... ;)Thank you so much! :D
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Date: 2003-10-31 11:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-03 09:18 pm (UTC)I also enjoy the little details about the LotR filming, Viggo/Orlando etc. that you have added here and there. All in all, the richness of details is probably the thing I like most about this fic (well, besides the very believable and mature characterizations).
...And on to the next part =)
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Date: 2003-11-04 02:31 pm (UTC)no subject
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