The Moose, the Tree, and the Irish Writer

Once they were upstairs Viggo pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply stealing her breath away. “Too many clothes.” He murmured as he pushed her sweater off and then began unbningning her dress. She stopped him and reached down pulling the dress up over her head…she hadn’t bothered with her panties after all. Viggo grinned wickedly at that. “Oh I like this kind of surprise.”

She giggled and said; “Now you are the one with too many clothes.”

He fixed that problem quickly then buried his hands in hairhair kissing her again. They finally tumbled into the bed. This time there was no patience in him; he wanted her now, fast, white-hot heat. Everything about him was hard this time, no sweetness, no slow torture this time. He used his fingers to send her crashing mercilessly from peak to peak. Her vision blurred but she could still see him his eyes burning into hers as if flames danced within their depths. She cried out his name, sobbed it out as he pulled her up to her knees. Using his hands to mold her as if she was a piece of clay she was helpless against his assault. She bowed back, shuddering when his teeth scraped down her throat to her breast where he teased and nipped with his teeth and tongue all the while his fingcontcontinuing to drive her higher and higher.

He couldn’t think…all he could do was feel; control no longer existed. He wanted her bucking and screaming under him. He pushed her back onto the bed and he started kissing at her mouth and worked his way down feasting on her. When his tongue plunged into her she gasped and arched off the bed. Pressure continued to build and explode inside her over and over again. The only thing she could think was he was doing incredible, wicked things to her and she didn’t want him to ever stop. Her climax was like a fist driving into her soul. He slid over her sweat-slicked body gripping her hips and drove himself inside her. She stifled a scream against the back of her hand as he moved within her plunging deeper each time she arched to meet him. He watched as he saw in her eyes…the fire burning there and in that final plummet her eyes darkened and sparked as her muscles contracted around him and he plummeted himself spewing words in Danish, which she didn’t understand.

He collapsed on top of her kissing her neck then rolling still buried within her until she lay on top of him. Her coppery curls fell against his chest like silk. They were still trying to catch their breath.

“I’m sorry.” Viggo said at last.

“Why?” She asked.

“I lost control.” He saibbinbbing his hand down her back.

“So did I.” She said simply…then she kissed him sweetly tasting herself on his lips.

“I love you.” He said softly as his eyes drifted shut.

“I love you too.” She said sliding off of him and pulling the covers over them. Then they fell asleep with the lights on.

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The next morning Viggo woke up it seemed unusually bright in the room for being so early then he realized the light had been left on. He slipped out of bed and got dressed, turned off the light and went down stairs. He went straight to barnbarn. Viggo had been working with the horses for about twenty minutes when Sean walked in.

“Good morning.” Sean said smiling at him.

“Morning.” Viggo said dumping feed into a bucket.

“Sleep well last night?” Sean asked smiling.

“Yes, yes I did.” Viggo smiled back.

“Oh figured you did…you know your walls are awful thin.” Sean responded. Viggo turned a little red and shook his head.

“Came to lecture me about sex, Sean?” Viggo asked filling one of the feed buckets.

“Not at all…seems you know what you are doing from what I could hear.” Sean teased.

Viggo rolled his eyes. “Jesus, Sean. Sorry.” Then they both laughed.

“Don’t be sorry.” Sean said softly.

Sean grabbed the other bucket and helped Viggo with the horses. “You ever ride these things?” “I h“I haven’t since I got back from New York…Tabby and Kate took thut wut while I was gone…but they do need exercise. They don’t like being left to pasture all the time. Why you want to ride with me today?” Viggo asked.

“No, Orlando might, or maybe Tabby…she seems to like the beasts.” Sean said patting Sky’s muzzle.

“Oh and you don’t?” Viggo asked watching his friend.

“I do but I only ride them in movies.” Sean teased. “So when Tabby’s car is fixed what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know.” Viggo said leaning against the wall.

“You told her you loved her?” Sean asked.

“Yes.” Viggo replied, “And she said she loves me.”

“Good…now all you gotta do is ask her to stay.” Sean said looking over at him.

“I don’t know Sean…you have been married three times…I have been married once already…I am not sure that would be a good idea. She does have a life, a place in Taos, and her career and I have mine. I am not always here in Idaho, I am not sure if we would work in L.A. or when I am on a shoot you know? Hell I don’t know if we will work until the end of the fucking month, Sean. I know every part of me wants it to work, but what if it doesn’t. What if I want more than she does or vise versa?” Viggo said looking solemn.

“That’s a lot of what ifs and maybes, Viggo. I didn’t tell you to marry her, I told you to ask her to stay…be a part of your life.” Sean said simply.

“I do want that…I want her to be a part of my life and I want to be a part of hers…but once she goes back to her life will she still want me?” Viggo asked.

“I think she will.” Sean said as he hung the feed bucket back on the wall.

When they returned to the house Tabby and Orlando were at the kitchen table laughing. She had on a cute red plaid dress that looked very Irish and Viggo could hear the washer running in the laundry room. Her clothes still hadn’t arrived and she was out of clothes, though Viggo was sure if Sean and Orli weren’t here he would insist she not wear any. He almost smirked at the thought.

“Something smells really good.” Viggo said as he planted a kiss on Tabby’s forehead.

“Orlando and I made a vegetable frittata…should be ready soon.” She said smiling.

“Mmmm.” aid aid sitting down. Sean smiled.

“Mmmm indeed Orli’s frittata’s are delicious.” Sean said smiling fondly at Orlando who actually appeared to blush.

Viggo sat a bit straighter in his chair as he started to realize what was really going on. He looked at Sean and then at Orlando and then at Tabby who also was looking at them oddly then Tabby smiled widely.

“So when are you moving your things into Sean’s room Orlando?” Tabby asked seriously. Viggo coughed. She didn’t mince words, that’s for damn sure.

Sean and Orlando looked like two deer caught in headlights. Tabby laughed.

“I am a writer…observing people is what I do…I have suspected it since you arrived but now I know for sure. When were you planning on telling poor Viggo?” She asked softly.

Viggo shifted. “Yeah, when were you going to tell your best friend Sean?”

It was Sean’s turn to look uncomfortable now. “I uh…we…um oh hell.”

Orlando smiled. “What he is so eloquently trying to say is we gotetheether a few months ago…we wanted to tell you but we didn’t want to do it over the phone…then once we arrived, well Mike had just passed, Tabby was here…and well we just weren’t sure when to say something.”

Viggo smiled brightly. “I only have one question…I thought you were straight, Sean?”

“I am…or I was…I still am I guess…hell I dunno.” He so eloquently stated again.

Orlando laughed. “He hasn’t exactly come to terms with it yet either I think…neither of us have really. Though I can say it’s nice to get it out in the open with you two. Thanks, Tabby for being the one to bring it up…I think both of us would have left without saying a word.”

Viggo just smiled at his two friends. “Well at least now I know why the two of you the last few months have been practically attached at the hip.”

Tabby had trouble swallowing her tea and burst out laughing. All of them seemed to get what had amused Tabby so much and Viggo turned a bright shade of red.

“Sweetheart that wasn’t the best choice of words I should think.” Tabby said wiping tears from her eyes and patting Viggo’s hand.