He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not!
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,399
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
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Fic: He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not! 1/5
Type: RPS
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: Juniper
Rate: NC-17
Pairing: V/O
Archive: See the e-mail address? Let me know…
Disclaimer: Only in my dream, and it is such a sweet dream.
Feedback: If you wish.
Warning: First time, mild violence, sickness, childish acts, character death?
Summary: Orli is sick – Viggo tries to find out why.
Note: In this story, Viggo is in New Zealand from the beginning of filming.
~
1.
Orli’s POV
**On the set**
Answering the knock on my trailer door, I found Peter standing outside. “Come on, Orlando, I want to introduce you to the rest of the cast.”
I nodded and followed him outside. There were a lot of new faces in the crowd. They looked at me strangely. I offered a shy smile before ducking my head. I didn’t know what to do.
I paid close attention as Peter introduced each one of the new faces. “This is Dom, he plays Merry. Elijah plays Frodo…” I absently listened to the rest of the introductions as I mused over how much the small men looked like children.
“… This is John Rhys-Davies and he plays Gimli. This is Viggo…” I tuned Peter out again as I focused on Viggo’s face. He was staring intently at me. I felt like I could sense every move he would make.
I heard a muffled ‘ORLI!’, but I felt numb…I couldn’t even move. I could hear Dom ask what was happening to me. I could see Viggo walking toward me. I could feel myself trembling.
With every step he made toward me, my trembling increased. The thought, ‘He’s coming closer…’ kept running through my mind. As he neared, I swayed – and then the world went black.
Viggo’s POV
I watched as Orlando fell to the ground. In the background, I could hear Peter shout, “Orli!”
The thought ‘So – his name is Orli…’ crossed my mind.
The cast gathered around Orlando as I knelt beside him and took his hand. “Orli, can you hear me?”
I received no answer.
I took the opportunity to study the younger man as he lay on the ground. Damn, he looks so beautiful.
I heard John suggest splashing water on him, and Dom left to get water. The young man came back shortly and splashed the water on Orlando’s face.
We could only wait to see if this worked.
Orlando’s POV
I blinked as the cool water hit my face. I knew I had a surprised look on my face. I wasn’t sure what had happened or why they were looking at me strangely. They sighed, sounding relieved as I tried to sit up. “What happened?”
I felt like an alien as they continued to study me. Peter was the first to speak. “You fainted."
Viggo asked, “Are you okay?”
I nodded at him. I didn’t feel as if I could offer any other answer.
Peter knelt in front of me. “Can you get up?”
I nodded once again. I still couldn’t feel my legs, and my stomach was beginning to ache.
Dom looked at me doubtfully. “I don’t think he should get up, Pete.”
Peter glanced at Dom. “Why not?”
The younger man answered, “Look at him! He’s too pale and he keeps grasping his stomach. He looks like he’s going to be sick any second.”
Peter studied me for a moment before sighing. “Okay. One of you – take him to the hospital or to the hotel. Make sure that he’s taking care of himself.”
I sat on the ground watching as they looked from one to another, silently discussing who would be responsible for me. I swallowed as they turned their attention to me. ‘Please, Viggo, take me…’ I begged with my eyes.
Viggo narrowed his eyes for a moment before responding, “I’ll take him.”
I managed to hide a triumphant smile as a voice inside of me shouted, ‘YES!’
I felt a strong pair of hands carefully lifting me and moving me toward the car as Peter asked Viggo to keep him informed of my well being. As he settled me into the car, I heard Peter tell Viggo, “…and I only want to hear good news…”
I could hear well wishes from the rest of the cast as Viggo moved around to the driver’s side of the car. When he finally seated himself, I felt his hands sweep over my chest as he reached for the seatbelt, pulling it snug over my hips as he fastened me into the car. His eyes held mine the whole time.
As he began to drive, I took a chance to examine his features. I wanted to touch his hair so badly. It was so long and smooth and begged to be touched – but I couldn’t do it.
He glanced sideways at me. “Orli – are you okay?” He asked me several times over the course of the drive. My stomach was still aching, but I didn’t tell him that.
He smiled at me, “I’ll take you to my place.”
I returned his smile shyly. “You really don’t have to…”
“I want to…” was his reply.
A few minutes later we arrived at his apartment and he pulled the car to a stop. He placed a hand on my thigh as he leaned across me to replace the seatbelt after he had released it. Getting out of the car, he opened my door and helped me out, walking me to his door.
After digging for his keys in his pocket, he unlocked the door and invited me inside. He closed and locked the door behind us and led me to his bed, laying me down on it. It had to be his bed. It smelled just like him.
As I lay there relaxing, he gently removed my shoes. Lying beside me, he searched my eyes for something that I did not understand. I could feel the heat rising and I began to sweat. I closed my eyes against the heat.
I couldn’t breathe.
End of Chapter 1.
R/R
Type: RPS
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: Juniper
Rate: NC-17
Pairing: V/O
Archive: See the e-mail address? Let me know…
Disclaimer: Only in my dream, and it is such a sweet dream.
Feedback: If you wish.
Warning: First time, mild violence, sickness, childish acts, character death?
Summary: Orli is sick – Viggo tries to find out why.
Note: In this story, Viggo is in New Zealand from the beginning of filming.
~
1.
Orli’s POV
**On the set**
Answering the knock on my trailer door, I found Peter standing outside. “Come on, Orlando, I want to introduce you to the rest of the cast.”
I nodded and followed him outside. There were a lot of new faces in the crowd. They looked at me strangely. I offered a shy smile before ducking my head. I didn’t know what to do.
I paid close attention as Peter introduced each one of the new faces. “This is Dom, he plays Merry. Elijah plays Frodo…” I absently listened to the rest of the introductions as I mused over how much the small men looked like children.
“… This is John Rhys-Davies and he plays Gimli. This is Viggo…” I tuned Peter out again as I focused on Viggo’s face. He was staring intently at me. I felt like I could sense every move he would make.
I heard a muffled ‘ORLI!’, but I felt numb…I couldn’t even move. I could hear Dom ask what was happening to me. I could see Viggo walking toward me. I could feel myself trembling.
With every step he made toward me, my trembling increased. The thought, ‘He’s coming closer…’ kept running through my mind. As he neared, I swayed – and then the world went black.
Viggo’s POV
I watched as Orlando fell to the ground. In the background, I could hear Peter shout, “Orli!”
The thought ‘So – his name is Orli…’ crossed my mind.
The cast gathered around Orlando as I knelt beside him and took his hand. “Orli, can you hear me?”
I received no answer.
I took the opportunity to study the younger man as he lay on the ground. Damn, he looks so beautiful.
I heard John suggest splashing water on him, and Dom left to get water. The young man came back shortly and splashed the water on Orlando’s face.
We could only wait to see if this worked.
Orlando’s POV
I blinked as the cool water hit my face. I knew I had a surprised look on my face. I wasn’t sure what had happened or why they were looking at me strangely. They sighed, sounding relieved as I tried to sit up. “What happened?”
I felt like an alien as they continued to study me. Peter was the first to speak. “You fainted."
Viggo asked, “Are you okay?”
I nodded at him. I didn’t feel as if I could offer any other answer.
Peter knelt in front of me. “Can you get up?”
I nodded once again. I still couldn’t feel my legs, and my stomach was beginning to ache.
Dom looked at me doubtfully. “I don’t think he should get up, Pete.”
Peter glanced at Dom. “Why not?”
The younger man answered, “Look at him! He’s too pale and he keeps grasping his stomach. He looks like he’s going to be sick any second.”
Peter studied me for a moment before sighing. “Okay. One of you – take him to the hospital or to the hotel. Make sure that he’s taking care of himself.”
I sat on the ground watching as they looked from one to another, silently discussing who would be responsible for me. I swallowed as they turned their attention to me. ‘Please, Viggo, take me…’ I begged with my eyes.
Viggo narrowed his eyes for a moment before responding, “I’ll take him.”
I managed to hide a triumphant smile as a voice inside of me shouted, ‘YES!’
I felt a strong pair of hands carefully lifting me and moving me toward the car as Peter asked Viggo to keep him informed of my well being. As he settled me into the car, I heard Peter tell Viggo, “…and I only want to hear good news…”
I could hear well wishes from the rest of the cast as Viggo moved around to the driver’s side of the car. When he finally seated himself, I felt his hands sweep over my chest as he reached for the seatbelt, pulling it snug over my hips as he fastened me into the car. His eyes held mine the whole time.
As he began to drive, I took a chance to examine his features. I wanted to touch his hair so badly. It was so long and smooth and begged to be touched – but I couldn’t do it.
He glanced sideways at me. “Orli – are you okay?” He asked me several times over the course of the drive. My stomach was still aching, but I didn’t tell him that.
He smiled at me, “I’ll take you to my place.”
I returned his smile shyly. “You really don’t have to…”
“I want to…” was his reply.
A few minutes later we arrived at his apartment and he pulled the car to a stop. He placed a hand on my thigh as he leaned across me to replace the seatbelt after he had released it. Getting out of the car, he opened my door and helped me out, walking me to his door.
After digging for his keys in his pocket, he unlocked the door and invited me inside. He closed and locked the door behind us and led me to his bed, laying me down on it. It had to be his bed. It smelled just like him.
As I lay there relaxing, he gently removed my shoes. Lying beside me, he searched my eyes for something that I did not understand. I could feel the heat rising and I began to sweat. I closed my eyes against the heat.
I couldn’t breathe.
End of Chapter 1.
R/R