Months to Live

A big smile spread across Viggo’s handsome features as his gaze alighted upon Felicity. A smile mirroring his own

spread across her features as well. She jumped down from her horse, rall sll speed towards him, and flung herself into his open

arms. “I can’t believe you’re here,” she gasped disbelievingly into his ear. T of of happiness welled in her eyes and she buried

her face in the crook of his neck in order to hide them from view. She pulled herself away, studying Viggo at arms length.

Tentatively, Felicity traced the contour of Viggo’s face with shaking fingers. Finally believing, a joyful laugh escaped her lips and

she attacked Viggo’s mouth with a flurry of kisses.

“Felicity… honey… wait,” Viggo chuckled in between kisses. Felicity remained relentless though as her lips traveled from

his mouth to his neck. Viggo fought hard to not give in to his desire even though it was extremely difficult. “Honey, we have

guests,” he murmured. Felicity paused in mid-kiss, her lips pursed against Viggo’s adam’s apple. Slowly, her gaze roved to her

left, and through her peripheral vision she saw that they indeed did have guests. Hastily, though with some reluctance, she pulled

herself away from Viggo and straightened out her shirt. Felicity turned towards their guests and held out her hand which was

accompanied with a wide grin.

“Hi, pleasure to meet you both, my name is Felicity Herthing,” she greeted warmly. Orlando noted that she had a thick

Scottish accent, much like Billy Boyd did, as he took her hand which had a surprisingly strong grip. “Orlando Bloom,” he stated

with a small smile. “Yes, I know. You’re the elf-boy,” she chuckled. Orlando thought he would have felt a tinge of annoyance with

the way she had said it, but instead he found himself not minding at all. Felicity was different from all of the other women

Orlando had been introduced to by Viggo. She was tall and slender, almost deer-like. Her eyes were indeed large and deep blue

which gave stark contrast to her light skin and curly jet black hair. A few sun-kissed freckles adorned her smooth features. There

was no denying that Felicity was an extremely beautiful woman. But the woman standing next to him was just as beautiful as

she. “This is Kate Bosworth, my girlfriend,” he introduced the attractive blonde standing next to him. “Pleasure to meet you,”

Kate said softly, reaching out to shake Felicity’s hand.

“The pleasure is all mine, Kate,” Felicity gripped Kate’s hand and shook it firmly. “Are we all hungry?” she asked all

three once the formality had passed. Her gaze lingered on Viggo, lust apparent in the deep blue orbs. “Of course we are, these

two already know about your great cooking since I couldn’t stop talking about it,” Viggo beamed proudly. “Is that right?” Felicity

murmured, stepping close to Viggo and playfully punching his stomach. “They always say the way to a man’s heart is through his

stomach,” she chuckled. Orlando and Kate watched the little exchange of love and adoration pass between the couple, not feeling

one bit put off by it. “Well, come on then, I’ve made a bunch of stuff. Mostly Indian cuisine since most of it is meat free,” she

looked knowingly atandoando, “but for this meat-eater, I made something special,” she pinched Viggo on the nose. “Come then,

to the house!” she declared, wrapping one arm around Orlando’s shoulders and the other around Kate’s.

Viggo grabbed Felicity’s horse, which was grazing a few feet away and followed the trio up to the house. Felicity glanced

over her shoulder and winked at him. Viggo grinned; tonight was going to be a real good night.

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“So he says to me, how can you not like Monet? He’s the best artist there is! The colors and the fusion he uses to

interpret our emotions, what we seek for in life, everything he manages to do on a canvas! It’s amazing what the man has done.

If you’re not into him, then what kind of woman are you?” Felicity impersonated Viggo’s reprimanding shriek. It’s a very good

impersonation, Orlando thought to himself as he laughed at Viggo’s disapproving look. “I did not sound like that,” he whined.

Felicity shot Viggo a look that only he could interpret. “Okay, so maybe I did a little,” Viggo admitted. The look was shot towards

him again. “Okay, so I did a lot,” he sighed. An approving smile was the reward.

“So after that, you decided you loved him?” Kate asked eagerly. She was gripping Orlando’s hand with her own while her

other hand cupped hhin.hin. “Well it took me a while,” Felicity sighed, glancing at Viggo who was scarfing down his lemon and

rosemary-seasoned steak. “I thought to myself, who the hell does this man think he is? What kind of man reprimands a woman

just because she can’t really appreciate art like he does? Then it hit me,” Felicity paused to take a sip from her glass of

wine. “What hit you?” Kate asked. Orlando looked over at her and smiled. She was always the one who loved a good story

telling. “The passion that Viggo emitted. It was so strong that it overwhelmed me. I heard it in the way he talked of things. I saw

it in the way he looked at things. I felt it in the way he touched things,” Felicity murmured, lust once again coloring gaz gaze as it

fell upon Viggo. Orlando felt his cheeks grow slightly warm. “Viggo’s passion made me want to be near him, get to know him

better, love him for who he was. It’s not the passion that controls the man; it’s the man who controls that passion,” Felicity said

breathlessly. Orlando had noted that Kate was breathing heavily beside him. “That’s ang,”ng,” she finally said in awe.

“I see it in you two,” Felicity said pointedly, glancing from Orlando to Kate. “It’s a small flame now, since you both are

just starting out, but soon it will bloom into a wild fire which neither of you won’t be able to tame. Don’t worry though, when that

time comes, it will be the best time of your liv Fel Felicity reassured. “I just fell in love with Felicity because she was a great

cook,” Viggo chirped up and burped rudely afterward. Laughter rang through the dinning room accompanied by a small hiss of

pain when Felicity had smacked Viggo upside the head. “I swear, this man will run me clear out of food. You should see the type

of chaos he leaves after he has raided the fridge,” Felicity chided, casting Viggo a disapproving look. “It’s a wonder how you don’t

fall over with that belly of yours,” she looked pointedly at Viggo’s extended belly which he rubbed lovingly. “It takes skill and

talent my dear, skill and talent,” Viggo boasted.

Felicity rolled her eyes and got up from her chair. Orlando stood up as well. He started to help Felicity clear the table

but she chided him gently and ordered him to sit down. “I hope you’ve left room for desert, its pumpkin pie,” Felicity licked her

lips languorously. “I really like her Vig,” Orlando commented once she had left the room. “So do I,” Kate chimed in. “You two and

the whole freakin’ world,” Viggo grinned.

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“Tell me one more time about New Zealand?” Felicity pressed as her gaze followed Viggo’s hand trail across her taut

belly. “For miles around, the land was flat,” he murmured, continuously rubbing Felicity’s belly before slowly making its way up

towards her breasts, “there was this one amazing spot were the land would bow and bend into a crevice between two monstrous

mountains,” he grinned as he traced Felicity’s cleavage. Felicity laughed and smacked his hand away. “Jerk,” she snapped

lovingly. “That wasn’t the way you said it before,” she noted. Viggo smiled down at her, his body was still draped over hers and

tingling in the orgasmic haze of love-making. “Each day brought wonders. The birds would never tire of their constant melodious

singing. The grass would sway in harmony with the whispering breeze and the air always smelled of pine. The mountains towards

the west were guarded jealously by the light morning fog, though by noon the fog reluctantly would reveal its secret and unveil

the mountains from its tight hold. The river, not to far away would splash nst nst the rocky banks, adding its voice to the relaxing

day. There were many times were I thought I could just lose myself and forget who I was. But there was never a time where I

could forget you,” Viggo leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Felicity’s lips.

He brought his hand up and gently wiped the tears that gathered at the corner of Felicity’s closed eye-lids. “I wish I

could have been there with you,” Felicity whispered remorsefully against his lips. “You were sweetheart, you were,” Viggo

reassured her. Felicity turned her head away and sighed deeply. Viggo rested his forehead against her cheek. “Have you been

going to the doctors lately?” he sighed. “Even though I hate to, you know I have,” Felicity muttered. “Anything new?” Viggo

wondered aloud. “Same old same old,” Felicity said resentfully, “they still don’t know what it is. I’m just glad this new disease isn’t

contagious,” she added. “If it were, we wouldn’t be able to have any fun. Still that wouldn’t stop me,” Viggo joked. Felicity tugged

on his hair. “Jerk,” she chided. She rubbed his fine hair in between her fingers, still kept long since the end of filming Lord of the

Rings. “I like this look for you,” she commented. “Is it sexy?” Viggo raised an eyebrow suggestively. “You know it!” Felicity

laughed.

Suddenly Viggo felt despair wash over him, it was so overwhelming that he felt himself shake with unwanted

emotion. “You look so healthy,” he gasped. He ran his hand over her face and suddenly dissolved into tears. Felicity wrapped her

arms around him and held him tightly. “I am healthy, don’t worry love. I am,” she whispered reassuringly. “How can you say that

when you know you only have four more months to live?” Viggo demanded, unable to control the anger in his tone. “How can you

look upon someone, knowing that they are going to live longer than you are?” he choked on his words and tried to calm his

hysteria. “To be honest, I feel humbled by it. It makes me glad to know that you will be able to go on living your life. Even if I’m

not,” Felicity swallowed, “even if I’m not in it,” she finished. “How can you be so sure?” Viggo wailed. “Because I know you Viggo.

I know how trultruly are. It was your strength and your passion that caused me to love you. You can’t let me down now,” Felicity

reminded him, determination strong in her tone. “I’m not as strong as you think,” Viggo shook his head ruefully. “No, you’re not

as strong as you think,” Felicity told him. He smiled weakly down at her. Suddenly Felicity’s eyes widened as if she remembered

something. “I have something for you,” she beamed, trying to lighten the mood. She squirmed from beneath Viggo and he

reluctantly rose up and let her out from under him.

She rummaged through the drawers and pulled out a piece of paper. “I wrote this for you,” she said sheepishly. Viggo

turned and sat up right, his back pressing against the head board. He took the paper from her and reached over for his reading

glasses. “I was advised to,” Felicity found her throat constricting, “to write thank you letters to loved ones,” she finished hoarsely.

Viggo’s repentant emotion was starting to affect her. “I don’t think I can read it now,” Viggo admitted. Felicity tried not to feel

disappointed, and forced an understanding smile on her face. “That’s fine,” she said, hoping to sound cheerful. Viggo noted the

hint of disappointment in her tone, but decided not to push it further. “We should sleep soon anyway, we have to get reenergized

for tomorrow,” Felicity laughed. “Yes, we do,” Viggo muttered. He reached over and turned off the light and snuggled down,

pulling the blankets over himself and Felicity. He wrapped one arm around Felicity and pulled her close to his body possessively.

He closed his eyes and willed himself not to cry again. Unfortunately, telling by the dampness on his chest, Felicity ’t h’t have

the same strength in will-power.