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drabbles (request #5)
Sep. 28th, 2005 07:55 pmfor ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
telesilla:
Viggo/Bean:
The trailer door slams shut and Viggo's eyes look crazed, impossible to read. His walk is predatory, but I'm not intimidated. Fuck him. Who does he think he is? The cameras have stopped; he isn't the bloody king. I growl without quite meaning to, but don't stop myself either.
He circles as I wait for him to make his move, alert and ready. For anything he'll do, any switch his mood will make. He could fight, exorcise Aragorn's frustration with Boromir. Or he could yank at my clothes and try to fuck me into the floor.
Either way, I win.
Liam/Ewan:
"Did you ask her?"
I look away from him, away from temptation. "No."
"Are you going to?" His voice is a mix of patient and petulant. Trying not to push but still wanting to get his way.
"I don't know yet." An honest, yet not entirely truthful, answer. I don't know if I'm going to ask her; I don't know if I want to. If I want him that much. If I truly want to do this, let alone honorably. Perhaps it's more fun if it's illicit.
Everything is more fun when you know you shouldn't, but do it anyway.
ETA:helenasrenn very kindly pointed out that it's unclear who the 'her' is in the above drabble -- it's Natasha Richardson, Liam's wife. I was still thinking about my comments/opinions back to telesilla when she requested this pairing, and didn't mean to be obscure.
telesilla:Viggo/Bean:
The trailer door slams shut and Viggo's eyes look crazed, impossible to read. His walk is predatory, but I'm not intimidated. Fuck him. Who does he think he is? The cameras have stopped; he isn't the bloody king. I growl without quite meaning to, but don't stop myself either.
He circles as I wait for him to make his move, alert and ready. For anything he'll do, any switch his mood will make. He could fight, exorcise Aragorn's frustration with Boromir. Or he could yank at my clothes and try to fuck me into the floor.
Either way, I win.
Liam/Ewan:
"Did you ask her?"
I look away from him, away from temptation. "No."
"Are you going to?" His voice is a mix of patient and petulant. Trying not to push but still wanting to get his way.
"I don't know yet." An honest, yet not entirely truthful, answer. I don't know if I'm going to ask her; I don't know if I want to. If I want him that much. If I truly want to do this, let alone honorably. Perhaps it's more fun if it's illicit.
Everything is more fun when you know you shouldn't, but do it anyway.
ETA:
helenasrenn very kindly pointed out that it's unclear who the 'her' is in the above drabble -- it's Natasha Richardson, Liam's wife. I was still thinking about my comments/opinions back to telesilla when she requested this pairing, and didn't mean to be obscure.
