It was really all because of that throne-room scene in Rohan, he'll think later. The one where he and Legolas walked in behind Gandalf the White, taking out the guards weaponless to give him free passage. And as Aragorn, he was, of course, the logical one to grab the concerned niece Eowyn as she stepped forward to help her victimized uncle...
"And ACTION!" -|-
Viggo resisted the urge to wince before lifting his arms to hold Miranda again. He fed into the need to press her tightly back against him, inducing a momentary surge of lust for the firm softness, the weight of her breasts resting on his forearm. She was his second love interest after all. And though his attention still wandered, invariably, to the Elf beside him, this time he made sure to not show any outward sign. He concentrated instead on the smell of Miranda, not fully masked by the layers of make-up and perfume. She was quite beautiful, a personality easy to fall in love with. Easier to love the shield-maiden than the fabled Elf-princess, really, he admitted to himself.After the shoot, he was waiting for her, a drink in hand as the token friendly offering. One she accepted gratefully, as he thought of a polite way to bring up the subject.
"We need to practice." His head jerked up a bit too quickly, wondering if he had been so obvious as to be rude. "Oh, don't look like that." She waved the steaming cup at him, "We both know that the whole Eowyn-Aragorn chemistry isn't working right...yet...and maybe it's harder because we're shooting the scenes out of order, but either way, we've got to work on it."
"Right. Yes. Uh�"
She laughed. Light, throaty, Miranda kind of laugh. This might not be so hard after all.It was completely against what he'd intended, he tried to tell himself later, as he stroked long, callused fingers down her ribs. Hair still damp, but the rest of their bodies sun-dried and warm, lying in the wide bars of light under his window. Her eyes were closed but the curve of her lips showed her to be awake.
He knew it was exactly what he'd intended.
'Practicing' had let to her joining him in the shower and him not asking questions. He'd been shamefully greedy for a soap-slicked body to press against the wet tiles even if it wasn't the one he pictured in his mind. They'd been silent all throughout, not withstanding the few sighs, moans and other incoherent noises that proved that their 'chemistry' was lacking no longer.
They'd been silent and Viggo had been glad because the name he had wanted to call out would not have been hers. He closed his eyes as well, laying his head down between her breasts, and her hand came up to rest on his neck."Y'know, the chemistry on-screen is always the opposite of what it is in real life."
The sudden loss of safe silence had Viggo somewhat startled. He wasn't quite sure what she meant. Speaking took too much effort so he settled for grunting acquiescingly.
"So�maybe this is good as a one time thing." She paused, and he nodded, relieved that things could be so easy. She felt him and continued, "We both needed this, right about now. I know I haven't seen you try anything with Liv."
Viggo snorted. Liv�
"Liv is great." He murmured, "Sometimes I really believe she's an Elf-princess. She's beautiful, sweet, loving and�"
"�Liv." She ended for him.
"�exactly."
"�And on set you and your little blond elf look about ready to shag each other on any available surface, or possibly still standing."
He had a rather abrupt coughing fit at that. "Ehm�"
"If you want to get rid of that chemistry on-screen, you'll have to make sure it exists in real life. Neither of you are unwilling. You need to get over the age thing, since I'm guessing that's what's holding you back. ...If Ian can date that barely-out-of-his-teens bit of manflesh, so can you."
Viggo quelled the urge to point out that Orlando was not as young as said prettyboy of Ian's�Nick wasn't it? Nor was he as old as Ian.
"�So?" Her voice was chiding and amused at the same time. "Will you go confront your little elf or will I have to do it for you?"
He finally lifted his head, staring down at her, eyes open this time. Beautiful eyes, full of mirth. Whoever it was she'd decided to marry was very lucky1. He grinned.
"Yes Mom."
She raised one eyebrow; his hand was still curved around one side of her breast.
He laughed.Later, when they re-shot the throne-room scene along with a few more Eowyn-Aragorn ones, Orlando was surprised to notice something new. The looks between Viggo and Miranda, on and off set, were knowing. �Familiar. Interesting. He took swift gulps out of his can, not sure what it was, just glad that the carbonated soft drink was cold enough to burn his throat. Very interesting. Um. -|-
He couldn't help but ask. Viggo was busy studying the details of the set and he watched Viggo out of the corner of his eyes as they stood off to one side. Most of the other people were busy shooting Eowyn and the Rohirrim traveling to Helm's Deep.
Viggo's reply was soft in his broken yet steady murmur."We were practicing our chemistry."
Right...sure. Orlando swallowed again, only this time there was no burning liquid in his throat. Which was good actually, because that made it easier for him to put on a smirk. He made some inane congratulatory comment, making sure it contained nothing of his thoughts on their chemistry. He managed to keep the smirk working, he was an actor after all, though he could find nothing more to say.
Viggo spoke again.
"It was only one time. We've worked it out now." Orlando wasn't sure if that made any sense at all; Viggo was a quirky bastard. He said so. And Viggo chuckled softly; mentioned something about them both knowing they really wanted someone else. Orlando thought Viggo was talking about Arwen, then remembered he had heard that Miranda might be engaged. Hadn't bothered to really listen, since it didn't seem to affect any on-set relationships anyway. Then he realized Viggo was walking off with his lunch in the direction of the woods, probably in search of a clearing by the lake, and he scrambled to catch up so he could ask one more thing."Who?"
Viggo stopped and looked at him silently. And he knew he was starting to flush, and was unable to control it. Didn't seem to matter though, because all of a sudden Viggo was pushing him up against a tree. A tree! For chrissakes. His hands pinned above his head and rough, demanding lips crushing his, like a ravished sacrifice. Or something. Um�?
Viggo had drawn back, was looking at him with eyes the softest shade of blue he'd ever seen and it wasn't his fault if he moaned. Just a little. It got Viggo to kiss him again, anyway.
If he'd been in the right state of mind, he'd have laughed.
Because, this? Unexpected, but�yes.
Definitely wanted.
Oh, so, wanted.
1. when i wrote this, i had just heard that Miranda had gotten married. ..on new year's i think? so yes. *was somewhat envious of who she married, but in a good way*