Author: Jenna
Rated: G = fluff.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone depicted in this story.
Description: Conversations about kissing.
Notes: My first Viggorli! *eep*
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Viggo let out a low growl-like laugh. �You�re drunk.�
Orlando shrugged. �Not really.�
�Then I must be.�
Orlando looked at the half a glass of mineral water in front of Viggo. �I don�t think so.�
Viggo�s weathered hands curved around the glass, the condensation smudging as his fingers ran over the cool glass. �I must be on something, because I could�ve sworn you just asked if you could kiss me.�
Orlando leant over a little. �I did ask if I could kiss you.�
Viggo�s hands stayed on the glass, running his rough fingertips over the smooth surface. �Why would you ask a thing like that?�
Orlando shrugged and averted his gaze to look around the sparse club, littered with only a few bodies, dancing to the old Sarah McLachlan song on the jukebox. His eyes danced over Dominic and Billy, wrapped tightly in each other�s arms, swaying gently to the music.
�There has to be a reason,� Viggo pressed, taking a sip of his drink.
Orlando shrugged again. �Just a spur of the moment thing, I guess.�
Viggo nodded as if he understood. �It would make things weird.�
�I�m sorry,� Orlando apologised, his eyes still on Dom and Billy. �I was out of line.�
�I didn�t say that,� Viggo said, in his gravely voice, that skittered up and down Orlando�s spine like an electric current.
�Well, I was. I had no right to say that��
Viggo reached out and placed a hand on Orlando�s forearm. �I�m not mad, Orlando. Just a little�perplexed.�
Orlando�s gaze flicked back to Viggo�s deep eyes. He hated it when Viggo used big words, instead of just saying �confused� or �shocked�.
Big words were not Orlando�s friend.
�Took me by surprise, is all.�
Viggo withdrew his hand and took another sip of his mineral water.
Orlando pushed his empty beer bottle around on the wooden surface of the table, running his finger through the rings of water left by the bottle.
He tried to focus on anything but Viggo sitting next to him, wearing the tight jeans, the ones that made him look taller, and a black t-shirt that could nearly be considered too small, by the way it clung to his upper arms, and around his torso.
Orlando made himself look out over the dance floor and over to the bar, where Elijah stood talking to Sean B, about something that involved big arm movements on Elijah�s part. His eyes drifted to Dom and Billy, who had abandoned the dance floor and who sat on the comfy couches by the booths, cuddling and talking softly. Every so often, Billy would kiss Dom�s index finger that he held in his hand.
Orlando�s gaze moved to Bernard, John Noble and Ian, who seemed to be partaking in a very serious conversation that had Bernard frowning, and Ian moving his eyebrows up and down in quick concession.
Orlando would have given his right arm to just be able to stare at them for the rest of the night, and not at the man on his left side, who was oh-so-casually sipping from his glass, his eyes roaming the pub, drinking in his surroundings, committing them to memory, so he could recall them at a later time.
That was the thing about Viggo, he was constantly thinking in creative mode. He looked at things to see their beauty, or how he could make them into something magical, that would captivate people with their intrinsic details.
Maybe that�s why it was so hard to get through to him sometimes, because he would just be thinking too obscurely. Or he would be so intensely concentrated on the lines of your face, you�d think he was listening to you, but after you�d finish talking, and ask him a question, you could nearly tell, immediately, that Viggo wasn�t there. Viggo the artist had inhibited his mind for a moment.
�Why would you want to kiss me?� Viggo suddenly asked, cutting into Orlando�s thoughts.
He looked over at the older man, startled. �I don�t know,� he responded lamely.
�There has to be a reason,� Viggo countered.
�If there is, I don�t know it.�
A smile curved onto Viggo�s lips. �You�re multifaceted, elf.�
Orlando frowned. Was that an insult?
�Complex. Intricate. Obscure. Ambiguous.�
�Oh.�
Viggo chuckled. �It�s not a bad thing.�
�I know,� Orlando responded dumbly, trying not to let his ignorance show.
Viggo was this all-knowing bundle of knowledge, and next to him, Orlando felt inferior.
Orlando tried to hide his embarrassment by sourcing out Dom and Billy, who had vacated their couch, and were walking hand-in-hand toward them.
�We�re out of here,� Dom said, shooting a knowing look at Billy.
He smiled and nudged Dom�s hip with his.
�We�ll see you tomorrow,� Dom added before pulling Billy towards the doors.
�Not half obvious what that was about,� Viggo said, a lilting tone in his voice, as he drained his glass.
�That�s Dom and Bill, though,� Orlando commented, grabbing one of the green cocktail napkins, and began shredding it in his hands.
�Come on,� Viggo said suddenly, getting up off his chair. �We should go too.�
Orlando nodded, suddenly exhausted.
Viggo dropped a few bills on the table and walked towards the exit, followed by Orlando.
�Cab?� Orlando asked, looking down the deserted street.
�Let�s walk.�
Orlando frowned. �It�s nearly fourteen blocks.�
Viggo smiled. �Didn�t say we were going home.�
Curiosity got the better of Orlando, and he followed Viggo down the street. He looked at his watch and was surprised to see 11:14 glaring back at him. He didn�t realise how long they�d been at the bar, considering how sober he was.
�It�s beautiful, isn�t it?� Viggo mused, looking up towards the sky as they walked. �And so quiet.�
�It is,� Orlando agreed, taking in the looming shadows of the old buildings, the soft lighting that shrouded the street in its orange glow. �It truly is a wonderful place.�
Viggo looked over at him. �It is.�
They walked in silence for a few minutes, coming to a stop as they reached the darkened park at the end of the street.
�Shall we?� Viggo asked, gesturing to the glittering Wellington Bay that lay on the other side of the grassy area.
�Definitely.� Orlando climbed over the chain-link fence and waited for Viggo. He breathed in a lungful of fresh, night air, and exhaled deeply.
�It�s cathartic,� Viggo began as they started towards the water. �Being here at night, in a place that is so populated during the day. It makes it feel so��
�Intimidating?�
Viggo smiled. �Yes. Intimidating. Also forbidden. As if this place is only here to be used during the daytime.�
They stopped at the stone pillars that bordered the bay. They both sat down on one and looked out over the sparkling water.
�Why would you want to kiss me?�
Orlando sighed. �Do we really have to go through this again?�
Viggo rubbed at his stubble-covered chin. �I guess not.�
�But you want a reason.�
�Kinda,� Viggo admitted, the moonlight bouncing off his face.
�I don�t have one,� Orlando said, looking out over the water.
�Ok.�
They sat in silence until Orlando yawned. �I should get home.�
Viggo nodded and got up from his pillar.
Orlando followed suit and they began walking down the stone path back towards the street.
�Can I ask a question?� Viggo inquired as they reached the chains.
�Sure," Orlando responded.
�Can I kiss you?�
