They had ten minutes to sit down and relax while Peter double-checked lighting. Ten minutes to find a chair and claim it before they had to be up and running and again.

Ten minutes to find a large enough tree to hide behind so that they could make out like teenagers and not been seen and teased.

Ten minutes for Viggo to press against Ian and smile as Ian's fingers did their damnedest to slip under Viggo's tunic and into his hair.

Ten minutes for Ian to feel bark against his back and Viggo against his front, and be wonderfully glad for the long, flowing robes of a wizard that hid a multitude of things one did not need to see on camera.

Ten minutes of half-serious groping, and a mutual chuckle when they bumped noses.

Ten minutes with each other, alone, against a tree, just close enough to set to hear Peter's yell for everyone to take their places.

Ten minutes finished off with an "I love you", murmured against each other's lips.

Ten minutes to keep them warm until the hours they had planned for that night.