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rugbytackleTitle: The Sharing of Dreams 11/11
Author: Rocketbalm
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: PG-13ish for language
Summary: The lovers come full circle, completing each other.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: A work of my modestly twisted mind -- complete fiction. Never happened. Don’t know these people, sadly all in my imagination.
Authors Note: Well this is it. Thanks to all of you for being so kind and for sharing all the lovely comments and constructive suggestions. You've inspired me to no end. *hugs* to all.
Epilogue – Living the Dream
one year later
Sean loved to watch Viggo wake up. He hoarded those first few minutes of the day to watch his lover in the soft glow of morning, so peaceful, cradled by the dawn, not wanting to disturb the moment. This morning was different, he wanted Vig to wake up, he wanted to create a new moment, something they would remember forever. In anticipation, Sean watched and he waited.
Finally, in the first puddle of pale morning light, Viggo woke with groan, his morning piss hard-on was pressing eagerly into the mattress and Sean's leg over his hip put additional pressure on his too full bladder.
"Gotta pee" he murmured, gently pushing Sean off him and reluctantly leaving the warmth of the bed.
"While you're up," Sean his voice purposely low and full of unspoken promise.
A naked Viggo turned back to the bed with a raised eyebrow, suddenly interested. "I'm going to take a piss, Sean. So if whatever you want isn't between here and the bathroom you're going to have to put a little more effort into your negotiations," grinning slyly.
"I'll make it worth your while" Sean answered with a smoldering flash of his deadly green eyes.
"You still haven't told me what it is you want Sean, so I'm afraid you'll have to do better than vague promises" a scarred hand absently reached down to stroke his himself as the last remnants of sleep slipped from him.
Sean's pulse raced, God he's beautiful. Looking at Viggo never ceased to take his breath away. Figures Vig would throw a wrench in his carefully thought out plan. Typical for a day with Viggo, Sean always scrambling to keep up -- not that he minded, the journey was always worth it. Time to get this back on track, he thought with a smile. Today's was to be Viggo's day -- he'd been planning this in some form or another since the idea began to take shape after their first night together; the night he almost lost everything; and the night he discovered what it meant to truly love and be loved.
"Se-an", Viggo startled him out of the memory. "Bladder's full here"
Sean gave him another smoldering look "I promise if you go downstairs and bring me the Sunday paper so I can check the football stats, I will make it more than worth your while. And," the pause was filled with potential, "if I fail, I agree to be at your disposal for a week." and knowing it would seal the deal added “Wherever. Whenever. Whatever". Making the last three words sound incredibly dirty.
Vig felt himself thicken and twitch at the thought of Sean giving up that much control for a whole week. Sexually, Sean rarely gave up control for longer than a half hour, an hour tops. Vig licked his lips and grinned thinking he would find a way to make Sean ‘fail’; that it was too good an opportunity to miss. "Fine, but I get to pee first"
Sean leaned back against the pillows and smiled. He listened to Vig pee and watched him walk past the bed an out into the hall, heard the pad of footsteps as they faded down the stairs and then nothing. Nothing but silence. As the silence stretched, Sean's nerves did too. He propped himself up on his elbows. Maybe I should go down there… What if he hates it? I can't wait anymore... Sitting up, Sean started to swing his legs out from under the covers when heard the pad of footsteps coming back up the stairs and down the hall. Viggo stood in the doorway holding the picture frame, tracing his fingers across the words written there. He looked up at Sean, his eyes moist, filled with emotion.
"Sean, I don't know what to say," his voice breaking.
"Say you like it."
Coming to sit next to Sean on the bed "God Sean, it's wonderful, amazing. It's perfect" a single tear drop splashed onto the glass and Sean ran his finger through the salty little puddle.
It was beautiful; two pieces of paper, one worn and written in pencil, its corner a jagged burned scar from the heat of a fire; the other, crisp and new, written in ink in Sean's bold hand. The pages mounted side by side on a blue background, the heading written with a flourish in the same bold hand "Living our Dream".
“It’s the most wonderful gift I’ve ever received.” arm around Sean holding him close. “I didn’t know you kept it,” finger tracing over the worn piece of paper he wrote a year ago. “When did you think of this?”
With a grin Sean rested his head on Viggo’s shoulder. “Truthfully, I think I first started thinking about it the morning after I found you in the garden. I discovered your ‘dream’ in my pocket where I put it after I took it from you that night, and I read it. It was so beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time knowing you were so close to letting it go. It was then, that I knew while I wanted to do everything possible to give you your dream, I needed to have a dream of my own. To be part of your dream I had to let you be part of mine and for that I had to understand what I wanted. For the first time in my life I knew what that was.” He kissed Viggo just below his ear, taking the soft skin between his lips and sucking softly.
“I’ve been writing this in my head ever since” pointing at the page he wrote. Taking Viggo’s scarred beautiful hand into his own he continued. “Vig, I know that our dreams will always change as we grow as individuals and we grow together, I just wanted to appreciate our commitment to each other and our commitment to honouring each other’s dreams as well as our own.” Viggo curled into the warmth of Sean’s body, snugging his face in the crook of Sean’s neck, his breathing ragged against Sean’s skin.
“God, I love you so much Sean.” He sobbed, “I never expected anything like this.” It was as if Sean knew exactly what he needed to feel secure in what they had; as if he could see inside his soul; as if they had come full circle, completing each other.
“And I, never expect to find you.” Kissing the top of his head and taking the picture from him and placing it gently on the bureau before wrapping his arms around his lover.
They sat together like that until the sun peeked completely over the horizon, filling the room with its warmth.
“Sean?” Stretching and then snuggling back into the curve of Sean’s golden body.
“hmmm?”
“Can I change my dream to add a week of you ‘Wherever. Whenever. Whatever’ a few times a year? S’only fair don’t cha think, after dangling it in front of me, like that?” Sean could feel the smile against his chest.
“Funny I don’t remember ever getting my paper… maybe I should get a revision too. Sunday paper in bed every week” The Englishman replied smiling.
“Deal” Viggo practically shouted as he launched himself at Sean and covered him with kisses before his lover could re-consider what he was agreeing to. Sean struggled briefly in mock protest before giving over complete control to the man he loved. After all, he mused, forever, was indeed, a very long time and ‘Wherever. Whenever. Whatever’ certainly had its appeal.
end
Author's Note: I've heard from a few people that they want to see a chapter of this where Sean does give up control to Vig, I have to say I'm finding the idea more and more appealing. I think after my other WIP is finished I'll give it a go. Thanks again for reading. *hugs* to all.
Author: Rocketbalm
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: PG-13ish for language
Summary: The lovers come full circle, completing each other.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: A work of my modestly twisted mind -- complete fiction. Never happened. Don’t know these people, sadly all in my imagination.
Authors Note: Well this is it. Thanks to all of you for being so kind and for sharing all the lovely comments and constructive suggestions. You've inspired me to no end. *hugs* to all.
Epilogue – Living the Dream
one year later
Sean loved to watch Viggo wake up. He hoarded those first few minutes of the day to watch his lover in the soft glow of morning, so peaceful, cradled by the dawn, not wanting to disturb the moment. This morning was different, he wanted Vig to wake up, he wanted to create a new moment, something they would remember forever. In anticipation, Sean watched and he waited.
Finally, in the first puddle of pale morning light, Viggo woke with groan, his morning piss hard-on was pressing eagerly into the mattress and Sean's leg over his hip put additional pressure on his too full bladder.
"Gotta pee" he murmured, gently pushing Sean off him and reluctantly leaving the warmth of the bed.
"While you're up," Sean his voice purposely low and full of unspoken promise.
A naked Viggo turned back to the bed with a raised eyebrow, suddenly interested. "I'm going to take a piss, Sean. So if whatever you want isn't between here and the bathroom you're going to have to put a little more effort into your negotiations," grinning slyly.
"I'll make it worth your while" Sean answered with a smoldering flash of his deadly green eyes.
"You still haven't told me what it is you want Sean, so I'm afraid you'll have to do better than vague promises" a scarred hand absently reached down to stroke his himself as the last remnants of sleep slipped from him.
Sean's pulse raced, God he's beautiful. Looking at Viggo never ceased to take his breath away. Figures Vig would throw a wrench in his carefully thought out plan. Typical for a day with Viggo, Sean always scrambling to keep up -- not that he minded, the journey was always worth it. Time to get this back on track, he thought with a smile. Today's was to be Viggo's day -- he'd been planning this in some form or another since the idea began to take shape after their first night together; the night he almost lost everything; and the night he discovered what it meant to truly love and be loved.
"Se-an", Viggo startled him out of the memory. "Bladder's full here"
Sean gave him another smoldering look "I promise if you go downstairs and bring me the Sunday paper so I can check the football stats, I will make it more than worth your while. And," the pause was filled with potential, "if I fail, I agree to be at your disposal for a week." and knowing it would seal the deal added “Wherever. Whenever. Whatever". Making the last three words sound incredibly dirty.
Vig felt himself thicken and twitch at the thought of Sean giving up that much control for a whole week. Sexually, Sean rarely gave up control for longer than a half hour, an hour tops. Vig licked his lips and grinned thinking he would find a way to make Sean ‘fail’; that it was too good an opportunity to miss. "Fine, but I get to pee first"
Sean leaned back against the pillows and smiled. He listened to Vig pee and watched him walk past the bed an out into the hall, heard the pad of footsteps as they faded down the stairs and then nothing. Nothing but silence. As the silence stretched, Sean's nerves did too. He propped himself up on his elbows. Maybe I should go down there… What if he hates it? I can't wait anymore... Sitting up, Sean started to swing his legs out from under the covers when heard the pad of footsteps coming back up the stairs and down the hall. Viggo stood in the doorway holding the picture frame, tracing his fingers across the words written there. He looked up at Sean, his eyes moist, filled with emotion.
"Sean, I don't know what to say," his voice breaking.
"Say you like it."
Coming to sit next to Sean on the bed "God Sean, it's wonderful, amazing. It's perfect" a single tear drop splashed onto the glass and Sean ran his finger through the salty little puddle.
It was beautiful; two pieces of paper, one worn and written in pencil, its corner a jagged burned scar from the heat of a fire; the other, crisp and new, written in ink in Sean's bold hand. The pages mounted side by side on a blue background, the heading written with a flourish in the same bold hand "Living our Dream".
“It’s the most wonderful gift I’ve ever received.” arm around Sean holding him close. “I didn’t know you kept it,” finger tracing over the worn piece of paper he wrote a year ago. “When did you think of this?”
With a grin Sean rested his head on Viggo’s shoulder. “Truthfully, I think I first started thinking about it the morning after I found you in the garden. I discovered your ‘dream’ in my pocket where I put it after I took it from you that night, and I read it. It was so beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time knowing you were so close to letting it go. It was then, that I knew while I wanted to do everything possible to give you your dream, I needed to have a dream of my own. To be part of your dream I had to let you be part of mine and for that I had to understand what I wanted. For the first time in my life I knew what that was.” He kissed Viggo just below his ear, taking the soft skin between his lips and sucking softly.
“I’ve been writing this in my head ever since” pointing at the page he wrote. Taking Viggo’s scarred beautiful hand into his own he continued. “Vig, I know that our dreams will always change as we grow as individuals and we grow together, I just wanted to appreciate our commitment to each other and our commitment to honouring each other’s dreams as well as our own.” Viggo curled into the warmth of Sean’s body, snugging his face in the crook of Sean’s neck, his breathing ragged against Sean’s skin.
“God, I love you so much Sean.” He sobbed, “I never expected anything like this.” It was as if Sean knew exactly what he needed to feel secure in what they had; as if he could see inside his soul; as if they had come full circle, completing each other.
“And I, never expect to find you.” Kissing the top of his head and taking the picture from him and placing it gently on the bureau before wrapping his arms around his lover.
They sat together like that until the sun peeked completely over the horizon, filling the room with its warmth.
“Sean?” Stretching and then snuggling back into the curve of Sean’s golden body.
“hmmm?”
“Can I change my dream to add a week of you ‘Wherever. Whenever. Whatever’ a few times a year? S’only fair don’t cha think, after dangling it in front of me, like that?” Sean could feel the smile against his chest.
“Funny I don’t remember ever getting my paper… maybe I should get a revision too. Sunday paper in bed every week” The Englishman replied smiling.
“Deal” Viggo practically shouted as he launched himself at Sean and covered him with kisses before his lover could re-consider what he was agreeing to. Sean struggled briefly in mock protest before giving over complete control to the man he loved. After all, he mused, forever, was indeed, a very long time and ‘Wherever. Whenever. Whatever’ certainly had its appeal.
end
Author's Note: I've heard from a few people that they want to see a chapter of this where Sean does give up control to Vig, I have to say I'm finding the idea more and more appealing. I think after my other WIP is finished I'll give it a go. Thanks again for reading. *hugs* to all.
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Date: 2005-09-21 05:09 am (UTC)thanks for reading, rb
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Date: 2005-09-21 05:28 am (UTC)Re: Hello
Date: 2005-09-21 05:33 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2005-09-21 07:49 am (UTC)Yes, please, more, please.
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Date: 2005-09-22 04:08 am (UTC)cheers, rb
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Date: 2005-09-22 04:09 am (UTC)cheers, rb