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Viggo: *We're a couple minutes away from starting the descent which will land us in Sydney, beginning our search for Miranda. I look over at Sean to make sure his seatbelt is on - stupid really, considering he hasn't removed it since we boarded. And I mean literally, the second we boarded the plane he was strapped in. * Sean ...
Sean: Yes Viggo? *keeps my eyes on the seat in front of me and digs my fingers in my own thigh, trying very hard to keep breathing normally*
Viggo: *hides a grin and reaches over to take one of your hands in mine, squeezing it tightly as the plane shimmies a bit as the descent begins* I'm right here, remember?
Sean: *practically yelps and digs my nails into your palm* I know. I know you're here. *breathe in, breathe out, everything will be fine*
Viggo: *Leans over and kisses your cheek, whispering what I'm going to do to help you unwind once we're in our hotel room, hoping it will help a little.*
Sean: *squirms a little, actually distracted for a few second* That's just dirty, Viggo. I can't believe you're even suggesting it.
Viggo: I've got more ideas where that came from you know. *pays no attention to anyone around us, slides my hand from yours up inside your thigh*
Sean: *eyes widening a little and looks around to see if anyone noticed it* Viggo, not here!
Viggo: *accidently sets my jacket in your lap, giving your cock a firm squeeze* You're not thinking so much about the flight now, are you? *whispers hotly against your neck*
Sean: Viggo, I'm going to kill you... *bites my lip not to moan outloud when you squeeze my cock*
Viggo: Mmhm. But what a way to go ... *palms you a few times just before we land.*
Sean: *hisses softly* If I can't get up because I have a hard on, you're a dead man.
Viggo: *smirks, keeps palming you until we land* We'll have a few minutes for you to calm before we get to the gate.
Sean: *eyes you* You'll be lucky if I don't fuck your brains out in the loo.
Viggo: *makes a happy sound and slowly pulls my hand from your lap* Promise?
Sean: *can't help but start laughing, no matter how much I think I shouldn't be encouraging you* You're insane.
Viggo: *feels very smug at the moment, starts busying myself putting my sketchpad away in my satchel* You still love me.
Sean: It doesn't mean I'm not seriously contemplating tying you up in the closet and leaving you there.
Viggo: Mmhm. Course you aren't. You'd never do that.
Sean: *gives you a look clearly implying I'm thinking about doing it right this second, then yelps when the wheels of the plane hit the ground*
Viggo: *takes your hand again* We're fine, love. We've landed.
Sean: Most accidents happen during landing. *squeezes hard*
Viggo: *leans over and kisses your cheek again* Probably, but we've landed and are taxi-ing to the gate. We're here, love.
Sean: *mumbles that some planes catch on fire right at about this time, tries to break your hand without realizing it*
Viggo: *winces a lot, tries to extricate my hand from your vise of a hand* Um, Sean ...
Sean: *squeezes harder, only starting to breathe again when we slow to a stop*
Viggo: How's the hard-on coming along? *teases and unbuckles my seatbelt*
Sean: Gone. Fear does bad things to me. *grumbles, not unbuckling my seatbelt just yet*
Viggo: *smirks and leans over to unbuckle it for you* Sean, we can get off the plane now.
Sean: *looks a bit panicked when you take away my seatbelt*
Viggo: *shakes my head* The plane isnt going anywhere, love.
Sean: Right. *takes a deep breath and attempts to look calm and collected* Maybe we should get out of here.
Viggo: That would be the plan. *gives your hand a gentle squeeze* Sooner we get settled the sooner we can find her.
Sean: Right. *nods as if I believed that we're actually going to find her or that it would do any good even if we did* Get moving then. *stretches a bit to get my bag from the overhead compartment*
Viggo: *waits until you've moved to reach down and grab my satchel and the pen I dropped earlier but couldn't pick up because you had hold of both hands*
Sean: *waits for you to gather all your crap and then wanders out of the plane, giving a pale smile to the woman at the door*
Viggo: *follows you out, saying a thank you to the attendants for their help, then follows you into the terminal*
Sean: *starts feeling better as soon as I set foot into the terminal* I'd kiss the ground right now.
Viggo: You bend over and I'll do something nasty right now. *teases, looks for the baggage claim* Fuck I need a smoke.
Sean: You bend over first, Viggo. *mutters* And stop smoking, it's not good for you.
Viggo: You stop first. *looks around* There. c'mon. *tugs your arm to go to the escalator leading down to the baggage claim*
Sean: It's not my fault you feed me cigarettes as soon as I get twitchy. I was trying to quit last time. *follows you*
Viggo: Yeah, well I was trying to quit too, remember? *gives you a little grin*
Sean: Viggo, you'll never willingly quit. *chuckles*
Viggo: No, I'm too old and cranky. *grins*
Sean: If you're old, what does it make me? *tries to find our luggage*
Viggo: Middle aged? *teases, snags a few pieces* Anything left?
Sean: *pounces on the one piece of luggage with a red string so I could recognize it* Nope. My middle aged self will throw you over my knees to spank you, Viggo.
Viggo: There you go again with the promises. *has everything now, heads for the doors to find a taxi*
Sean: I've done it before, Viggo. *snorts and keeps following you, not wanting to slow down because it will get me thinking again*
Viggo: *hails a cab and helps him put our shit in the trunk, giving him the name of the hotel* In you go, Boromir. *holds the back door open for you*
Sean: *eyes you a bit suspiciously, wondering why you're still in a fairly good mood* Thank you, Strider. *tiredly crawls into the backseat*
Viggo: *sighs softly before getting into the cab, looking around the airport, wondering ...* Welcome. *I sigh again then lean back against the seat, eyes closed.*
Sean: *looks over at you, a bit worried* Viggo. *quiet voice, not even knowing what to ask, but needing to say your name*
Viggo: *doesn't say anything, just reaches over and takes your hand, squeezing it tightly*
Sean: *rubs my thumb across the back of your hand, swallowing back my comments about probably not being able to find her once again*
Viggo: *turns my head to look at you, whispering* do you think we're wasting our time?
Sean: *looks a bit worried to be suddenly put on the spot* I don't know. *cautiously, doesn't think you want to hear what I really think*
Viggo: Don't try to spare my feelings with how you feel, Sean. They're already crushed ... *keeps looking at you, waiting.*
Sean: *sighs* When one of my wife walked on me, she never came back. I've never wanted to return when I walked out on someone either.
Viggo: *blinks my eyes shut, knowing it's the truth* If we find her ... maybe we can make sense. Make her see ...
Sean: *nods a little, still feeling no hope whatsoever* Get closure. *says it under my breath*
Viggo: Or that ... *softly, turns to look out the window at the drizzling rain that's falling. seems like it fits the mood.*
Sean: She even gave back her rings. *bows my head and contemplates my own hands*
Viggo: *swallow tightly, clinging to his hand again, needing something to help me feel grounded as i feel like i'm drowning again*
Sean: I'm sorry. *feels you tightening your grip on me and looks up at you* I'm really sorry.
Viggo: *turns toward you when I feel your hand tightening on mine, smiles, but i know my face reflects differently, and I'm just about to answer when the car stops in front of the hotel and the cabbie turns around, giving us a once over*
Sean: *doesn't really care that he caught us holding hands and reaches for my wallet* You need to get some rest first. *pays for his fare and gives him a good tip, then tugs Viggo outside*
Viggo: *helps collect our luggage and stays quiet until we've registered and are in our room before I speak again* Should I call her dad? Or should we just show up without notice?
Sean: *eyes you* I think you should do the polite thing and call him. Do you really think he's lying about her not being there?
Viggo: *shrugging I sit on the bed, then lay back on it and stare at the ceiling* I don't know. I just think he may if she asked him to.
Sean: Well, of course he would, but... *sighs* I really don't feel like she's here, I don't know why.
Viggo: *softly* I don't either ... I have to at least try ...
Sean: *nods* Alright. Maybe you should be the one to go, he knows you already. He never even heard of me, probably.
Viggo: She told him about you ... she never said anything? *looks at you curiously*
Sean: *shakes my head a little* She wasn't talking to me much in the end.
Viggo: *...in the end ...* Me either ...
Sean: *sighs, thinking that maybe I should have pushed her a bit more, than maybe it would have made a difference...* Did you want something to eat?
Viggo: thank god
Viggo: Didn't eat much on the flight, I should probably have something. You too, you know. *gives you a stern look, knowing you haven't eaten much more than i have the past few days.*
Sean: I'm perfectly fine, Viggo, but you should eat. *tiredly eyes the phone, pondering room service*
Viggo: *Walks to the desk to pick up the book with the room service menu having no plans to go out just yet.* If I eat, you're eating.
Sean: *makes a face* My stomach is still really unhappy with me. You eat. *stretches on the bed, watching you*
Viggo: *gives you a look* If you get sick on me ...
Sean: *gives you a look right back* I won't aim for your shoes, I promise. Or your feet, in your case.
Viggo: *makes a face at that* Are you really nauseous? *decides on a cheeseburger and fries*
Sean: You know, if you were sick, I'd lovingly nurture you back to health. *looks almost amused for a moment* I wouldn't make faces at you.
Viggo: It was a face of worry, I assure you. *gives you a soft smile* Last call for food ... want something to drink at least?
Sean: A beer? *looks hopeful as I grope through my bag, looking for cigarettes* And order something healthy, Aragorn. I know you.
Viggo: A beer. And you're complaining of a stomach ache? *shakes my head at you* Tsk, tsk, Boromir. They're in your back pocket, by the way. And I was going to order a chef salad with a cheeseburger. That okay?
Sean: *blinks a little and looks in my back pocket, bemused when I actually find them* Alright, Viggo, did you take up mind reading in your spare time? And the burger isn't exactly a healthy choice.
Viggo: No, but you know me well enough to know that I like my food greasy and covered with cheese. And I also know you well enough to know you'd be worried about me wanting to eat such rubbish. *chuckles a little.*
Sean: You eat roadkill, Viggo. *dry voice* I have plenty of reasons to worry about you.
Viggo: Heh. I'll just ... order the food. *picks up the phone to dial room service.*
Sean: *looks smug because I always manage to win the discussion when I bring up the roadkill, then starts contemplating the ceiling as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world*
Viggo: *orders the room service, then hangs up and crawls up onto the bed, giving you a quick kiss before I lay on my back too* See anything interesting?
Sean: I think that crack in the ceiling looks like Australia. *points at it*
Viggo: *follows your finger to the spot and tilts my head side to side* I can see that. This one up here ... *points to the side* See it? Mt. Rushmore.
Sean: A dragon about to swallow a bat. *points at another one* I think they really need to fix the ceiling.
Viggo: Good eye. *takes your finger in mine and pulls it to my chest, holding it still as I look at you quietly*
Sean: *turns my head to look at you, having no idea what's going through your mind right now* What?
Viggo: *sighs softly, lacing your fingers with mine, making no signs of letting go of your hand any time soon* I'm glad you're here...
Sean: *squeezes your hand back* You know I wouldn't leave your side when you need me, Viggo.
Viggo: *nods* I know you wouldn't, but even so ... I ... you know.
Sean: *smiles a little* I don't know, actually. You haven't talked to me much either.
Viggo: I'm sorry ... I tend to close up when ... *I sigh softly and look back up at the ceiling.* I just tend to close up. I'm sorry - I know it's not fair to you.
Sean: *squeezes your hand again* I do understand, Viggo. If I catch you painting in the middle of the night again, though, I'll drag you back to bed by your hair. You have dark circles under your eyes.
Viggo: I thought I'd get a few more strokes in before we left. That's all. *looks sheepish as I turn back to you*
Sean: *snorts* Next time wake me up and I'll make sure you can fall asleep.
Viggo: *chuckles softly* I'll do just that.
Sean: Okay, then. *contemplates the ceiling some more* Look, a giant bunny with vampire teeth.
Viggo: *laughs* No, it is not. It's an oliphaunt with braces.
Sean: *blinks at it, then looks at you as if you were losing your mind* Why would Oliphaunt get braces? *waits for an explanation because it's going to be a good one*
Viggo: Have you seen the tusks on those monsters?
Sean: I have happened to watch the movies for some reason, yes. *smiles at you*
Viggo: *laughs* Then you should see what I'm talking about!
Sean: They're wild animals, you nuts. *lightly hits your shoulder with my free hand*
Viggo: What is this wild animal thing you speak of? *gives you a silly look, nudging you back*
Sean: Well, certainly not you. *gives you a very innocent look, pokes you in a sensitive place*
Viggo: *blinks and grabs your hand as I roll to lay over you* What's that again?
Sean: You're certainly not a wild animal. In bed. *struggles a bit for show*
Viggo: *growls for effect, pinning your arms down* Oh, really?
Sean: *chuckles* Is that supposed to be growling? It needs some work.
Viggo: *nips hard on your neck, giving your crotch a firm grind*
Sean: *arches up to try to throw you off me* Viggo, not my neck, goddamit... *laughs*
Viggo: *clings to your harder, firmly biting you this time*
Sean: *moans softly and resist the urge to just utterly submit to you* Marks... going to show... fuck.
Viggo: *pulls back to lick at the spot, very happy with the outcome* Afraid a fan might see you and question it? *teases*
Sean: I don't fucking care if people know about you and me. *runs my hands over your back, kneading the muscles there*
Viggo: *hisses a little as that feels really fucking good, which causes me to do a nice slow grind against you*
Sean: *moans softly and keeps massaging you* You're like a cat...
Viggo: Can I lick you all over like a cat? *I ask, voice grovely as I practically do purr the way he's doing that.*
Sean: *inhales sharply at the visual* Yes please? *smiles, then brushes my lips against your cheek* I just want you anyway I can get you.
Viggo: *smiles, turning my head toward you to kiss you softly* I don't think that's much of a problem.
Sean: *makes a needy little noise and turns the kiss into something more demanding*
Viggo: *gives into the need, my own building, kissing you harder, my body pressing into yours*
Sean: *hooks a leg around you and then manages to roll you under me, taking advantage of your momentary surprise to get rid of your shirt, not even paying attention when I send some buttons flying*
Viggo: *growls up at you, fisting my hand in your hair to pull you down for a rough kiss, legs wrapping around yours to pull you down*
Sean: *deliberately twists your nipple hard as I kiss you back, then bites your bottom lip, already working on your bloody pants*
Viggo: *hisses, yanking hard on your hair, shifting my hips up to help you get the offensive things off of me now*
Sean: *wraps my fingers around your cock as soon as I have you naked under me, not caring that I'm still dressed, already jerking you off as I look at you with green eyes gone dark*
Viggo: *my breath catches when i see the darkness in your eyes, willing to let you take control for now even though I'd had every intention of fucking you raw*
Sean: *bends down again to kiss you hard, exploring every bit of your mouth with my tongue, then firmly presses your hands against my belt, wanting you to get useful and undress me*
Viggo: *gets with the picture immediately, pulling your belt free to flick open your jeans, unzipping them with ease, my tongue fucking your mouth back as my hands push your pants down, stopping when I can't get them any further in this position*
Sean: *breaks the kiss and licks my lips* Stay there... *pulls back long enough to get rid of my clothes then pounces you again, moaning when my cock brushes against yours*
Viggo: *groans loudly at that, purposely rubbing myself against you, nails dragging up your back* Fuck, Sean ...
Sean: Yes? *grins and licks the hollow of your throat, perfectly happy to fuck you all night if it will make me forget who's missing in our bed*
Viggo: Don't stop. *trembles, trying to get closer to you, drag you into me*
Sean: Not stopping, not ever. *kisses you again and settles between your spread legs, my hands wandering all over your body, still thinking you'll just disappear on me one day too*
Viggo: *nods, returning your kisses, touching you as if memorizing every inch of your body* Please, Sean. I need you.
Sean: I need you too... *sighs softly when I press myself against your entrance, slowly sinking in you, careful because I didn't bother to try to find the lube*
Viggo: *I feel it, that familiar burn, and embrace it, ankles locking behind your ass and pulling you up and into me hard, breath catching, making a little choked sound*
Sean: *cries out when you do that, freezing for a second because I'm still afraid of hurting you*
Viggo: Fuck ... don't you fucking stop! *I croak out at you, squeezing my ass around you tightly*
Sean: *abruptly gives in and tigtens my grip on your hips, finally letting loose as I pull back and slam back in, crying out again at the friction*
Viggo: *i arch my back, crying out harshly, clawing at your chest, ignoring the throbbing in my cock as it begs for attention, just letting myself become overwhelmed by the feel of you taking me this way*
Sean: *growls and manages to pin down one of your hand, squeezes my eyes shut as I fuck you roughly, letting go of all my frustration of the last days, wanting you to scream*
Viggo: *squeezes my eyes shut tightly, arching more to take all of you, feeling every thrust you make down to my core, somewhere deep that I can keep it, cling to it and know you won't leave me, crying out when you hit that spot, ripples of white heat racing through my veins*
Sean: *savagely kisses you as I finally take your cock in my fist, feeling it throbbing in my hand as I roughly jerk you, breathing hard*
Viggo: *returns your kisses just as roughly, pulling on your lips with my teeth, bruising them, hips bucking up to fuck your hand*
Sean: *uses all my strenght to fuck you as deeply as I can, shifting a little to hit your prostate, growling non stop as I break the kiss to bite your shoulder deeply*
Viggo: *cries out harder, louder, fisting his fingers in your hair again then leaning close to bite your neck hard, clenching my ass around you*
Sean: *screams when you get tight around me, shaking all over as I grit my teeth to stop myself from coming so soon, grunting from the effort of nailing you to the mattress*
Viggo: *pulls hard on your hair, bucking up more, unspokenly begging you for more, needing you to take me hard and rough*
Sean: *growls and pulls hard on your hair, goes after your exposed throat with a growl, mumbling mine under my breath as I lift my hips a little, sinking even deeper in you*
Viggo: FUCKYES!! *cries out my approval, raking your back with my nails, meeting your thrusts with my own, ignoring the needy throb in my cock*
Sean: *swallows around the bite, almost able to taste your blood, all my muscles straining to bury myself in you and claim you as mine*
Viggo: *moans deeply, dragging my nails over your back hard enough to leave scratches, head tilting, needing and wanting more*
Sean: *slams in you one last time and screams against your skin when my orgasm slams into me, almost painful in its intensity, instinctively bites down even harder, tearing your skin*
Viggo: *cries out hoarsely, grabbing at you when I feel my skin splitting, embracing the pain, coming painfully hard, body tightening vise-like around you*
Sean: *shudders hard against you and moans brokenly when you get even tighter, still sucking on your skin*
Viggo: *pushes my fingers into your hair, cradling your head as I slowly come down from my release, relaxing my body*
Sean: *sucks on your skin some more, then lets go, resting my head on your chest instead*
Viggo: *strokes my fingers through your hair, looking up at the ceiling once more, eyes blinking back tears*
Sean: Hey... *straightens up to look at you, somehow sensing the change in your mood*
Viggo: *looks at you, which causes a few tears to slip free* You should sleep some. *whispers, trying to ignore that look in your eyes*
Sean: *shakes my head and carefully, carefully kiss your cheek* Not when you're hurting.
Viggo: *shuts my eyes briefly, opening them when you pull back* Going to be hurting for a while. You have to sleep, love.
Sean: So do you. *lies down next to you and tangles my legs with you, not wanting you to wander off in the middle of the night again*
Viggo: *wraps my arm around your waist, turning slightly toward you* I will eventually.
Sean: Stay with me, please. *soft voice, brushes my lips against yours*
Viggo: *shuts my eyes tight, voice breaking when I speak, my arm tightening around you* I'm not going anywhere.
Sean: Good. You're staying right with me. *tightens my grip on you, voice rough with emotion* You're never going anywhere without me again.
Viggo: Never. *your words echo in my head, on my tongue, my pillow dampening with warm tears as we hold each other*