Ficlet: I Believe We Knew (SB/VM)
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rugbytackleTitle: I Believe We Knew
Author: Iana (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: R
Summary: And sometimes it is all worth it...
Disclaimer: This is fiction and happened nowhere but in my evil mind
Feedback: rocks my world, so pretty please... *puppy eyes*
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A/N: This started out as a drabble, became a double drabble and has since turned into a ficlet.
Once said I'd missed
you every instant
before we'd met.
Now believe we knew
how sad we'd be
apart.
- 'Apart', Viggo Mortensen -
When I wake up and wrap my arms around myself wishing it were his, when I whisper his name into the darkness just to hear the sound, when I angrily tear apart page after page because all I can write is three words, when I despair because I have lost count of the sketches and still can't capture his smile, when I search the script for the scenes between a King and his Steward and find there are way too few, when I look at the sea turning green in the sunlight and find myself comparing it to the colour of his eyes, when I it strikes me that from too many of my photos his face is staring at me, smiling, laughing, frowning, annoyed, tired, unreadable and smiling again...
When I punch him jestingly in a little mock-fight between friends just to touch him, when someone shouts 'cut!' and I let my hand linger on his cheek for a heartbeat longer than necessary, when I kiss his brow and feel him softly breathe against the skin of my throat, when I smile back at him pretending there is something more than friendship in his eyes, when I help him adjust Boromir's cloak that tends to slip from his shoulders and fight the urge to draw him into my arms, when Aragorn's tears taste bitter on my lips and I feel something inside me break, when I let my fingers run across the cheek of his dead look-alike foolishly hoping they might be warm beneath my touch...
I know that I need him.
When his voice turns to a whisper and his breath is warm against my neck, when his lips burn on mine and I find myself giving in, when his weight pins me against the wall of a dimly lit dressing room and my fingers get lost in his hair, when he struggles with the buttons of my shirt and finally rips them off because I won't let him stop kissing me, when I feel his body is on fire against mine and wrap my arms around his waist trying to draw him closer still, when his tongue leaves a wet trail on my skin as it travels across my chest and traces the thin line of soft hair down to my belly, when I feel I must fall apart at the sensation of his mouth around my aching cock...
When I hear myself moan and hardly recognize my own voice, when my trembling hands fail, fighting with the zipper of his jeans, when the floor is hard and cold beneath me but I find I do not care, when he silences my cry with his lips as he enters me, when the pain gives way to ecstatic pleasure and I watch the expression on his face as he takes me, when I in vain struggle for control, desperately wanting to make this last, when I listen to him say my name, whispering, moaning, crying, when I feel hot tears running down my face because I want him so much I feel my heart must break, when I feel his hands move over me in time with his thrusts, when he claims my lips the moment he comes and I follow only heartbeats later...
I know that he is all I ever wanted.
When I kiss the sweat from his brow as he rests against my chest, breathing hard, when I wrap my legs around his lean body to keep him close, never wanting to let go, when he smiles at me and I see myself in his shining eyes, when I let my hand linger on his cheek and he turns his head to kiss my palm, when I whisper his name and marvel at the beauty of the sound, when he cups my face with his hands and covers it with kisses, when he finally reaches my mouth and I feel his tongue against mine as the kiss slowly deepens, when I reluctantly break the contact, gasping for breath, and he laughs softly, when I tell him, my voice almost breaking, how long I have wanted this...
When he quietly confesses that he has desired me since the day we first met and I cannot believe that he is actually saying it, when I catch my breath as I fall into the green depths of his eyes and find that even the sea can't compare to their colour, when I listen to him repeat Boromir's lines, smiling when he adds another word to the last, when I finally say the three words that have haunted me for so long and I know that for all the torn pages I now do not mind, when he smiles again and I suddenly think of his photo that lies hidden under a pile of books beside my bed, when I repeat the words and marvel at how right it feels...
And when he kisses me then I know it was all worth it.
Author: Iana (
iana_niniel)Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: R
Summary: And sometimes it is all worth it...
Disclaimer: This is fiction and happened nowhere but in my evil mind
Feedback: rocks my world, so pretty please... *puppy eyes*
Archive:
rugbytackle, all others please askA/N: This started out as a drabble, became a double drabble and has since turned into a ficlet.
Once said I'd missed
you every instant
before we'd met.
Now believe we knew
how sad we'd be
apart.
- 'Apart', Viggo Mortensen -
.::I Believe We Knew::.
When I wake up and wrap my arms around myself wishing it were his, when I whisper his name into the darkness just to hear the sound, when I angrily tear apart page after page because all I can write is three words, when I despair because I have lost count of the sketches and still can't capture his smile, when I search the script for the scenes between a King and his Steward and find there are way too few, when I look at the sea turning green in the sunlight and find myself comparing it to the colour of his eyes, when I it strikes me that from too many of my photos his face is staring at me, smiling, laughing, frowning, annoyed, tired, unreadable and smiling again...
When I punch him jestingly in a little mock-fight between friends just to touch him, when someone shouts 'cut!' and I let my hand linger on his cheek for a heartbeat longer than necessary, when I kiss his brow and feel him softly breathe against the skin of my throat, when I smile back at him pretending there is something more than friendship in his eyes, when I help him adjust Boromir's cloak that tends to slip from his shoulders and fight the urge to draw him into my arms, when Aragorn's tears taste bitter on my lips and I feel something inside me break, when I let my fingers run across the cheek of his dead look-alike foolishly hoping they might be warm beneath my touch...
I know that I need him.
When his voice turns to a whisper and his breath is warm against my neck, when his lips burn on mine and I find myself giving in, when his weight pins me against the wall of a dimly lit dressing room and my fingers get lost in his hair, when he struggles with the buttons of my shirt and finally rips them off because I won't let him stop kissing me, when I feel his body is on fire against mine and wrap my arms around his waist trying to draw him closer still, when his tongue leaves a wet trail on my skin as it travels across my chest and traces the thin line of soft hair down to my belly, when I feel I must fall apart at the sensation of his mouth around my aching cock...
When I hear myself moan and hardly recognize my own voice, when my trembling hands fail, fighting with the zipper of his jeans, when the floor is hard and cold beneath me but I find I do not care, when he silences my cry with his lips as he enters me, when the pain gives way to ecstatic pleasure and I watch the expression on his face as he takes me, when I in vain struggle for control, desperately wanting to make this last, when I listen to him say my name, whispering, moaning, crying, when I feel hot tears running down my face because I want him so much I feel my heart must break, when I feel his hands move over me in time with his thrusts, when he claims my lips the moment he comes and I follow only heartbeats later...
I know that he is all I ever wanted.
When I kiss the sweat from his brow as he rests against my chest, breathing hard, when I wrap my legs around his lean body to keep him close, never wanting to let go, when he smiles at me and I see myself in his shining eyes, when I let my hand linger on his cheek and he turns his head to kiss my palm, when I whisper his name and marvel at the beauty of the sound, when he cups my face with his hands and covers it with kisses, when he finally reaches my mouth and I feel his tongue against mine as the kiss slowly deepens, when I reluctantly break the contact, gasping for breath, and he laughs softly, when I tell him, my voice almost breaking, how long I have wanted this...
When he quietly confesses that he has desired me since the day we first met and I cannot believe that he is actually saying it, when I catch my breath as I fall into the green depths of his eyes and find that even the sea can't compare to their colour, when I listen to him repeat Boromir's lines, smiling when he adds another word to the last, when I finally say the three words that have haunted me for so long and I know that for all the torn pages I now do not mind, when he smiles again and I suddenly think of his photo that lies hidden under a pile of books beside my bed, when I repeat the words and marvel at how right it feels...
And when he kisses me then I know it was all worth it.
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Date: 2003-04-19 08:45 am (UTC)This is really quite lovely. It's got such a breathless, exuberant quality that's irresistible. Sigh.
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Date: 2003-04-22 01:06 pm (UTC)Thank you so much. :) *happy sigh* I'm glad you liked it.
*is a very happy writer now...* :)
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Date: 2003-04-19 08:59 am (UTC)And when he kisses me then I know it was all worth it.
Beautiful! Thanks!
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Date: 2003-04-22 01:10 pm (UTC)They demanded to be happy... just this once. I think I've written too many angsty fics lately, too much unrequited love... *sigh*
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Date: 2003-04-19 10:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-22 01:12 pm (UTC)*one very happy girl now*
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Date: 2003-04-19 11:26 am (UTC)And I love the smooth transition from Viggo's hopelessness at the beginning, to the fulfillment of his hope in the second half of the fic... *happy sigh*
Thanks for sharing! :)
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Date: 2003-04-22 01:13 pm (UTC)I actually wanted it to be a little like poetry and I'm glad it worked. *smiles happily*
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Date: 2003-04-20 01:38 pm (UTC)Hot and sensual. Viggo loves him so much. (teary). Thank You.
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Date: 2003-04-22 01:15 pm (UTC)and thanks for friending me. I have added you back. :D
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Date: 2003-04-22 01:17 pm (UTC)Love your icon BTW. ;)