Title: Kissing Orli
Author: Eruberueth Sadril
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom (Viggo's POV)
Rating: G
Summary: Orlando really likes kissing.
Warning: I wrote this quickly and it is not all that good.
Feedback: Please! (eruberueth@yahoo.com)
Disclaimer: I make no claims of knowing the sexual orientation of
either of these men.
Author's Notes: I read a quote of Orli's where he said that if he
gets to kiss someone in a movie he's happy. And really, who wouldn't
be happy kissing Orli back? 


Orlando really likes kissing. He'll kiss anyone, really. Try it. 
Introduce him to one of your friends and see what happens. I
guarantee that immediately after shaking hands with the person he
will lean in and plant one right on their surprised lips.

He lives for the intimacy of a kiss. The openness. The honesty. 

So he greets with kisses, says `thank you' with kisses and gives
everyone a kiss `good night." I've gotten quite used to it. 
Actually, I think it is very endearing. Mostly this is because I
know that no matter how many kisses he passes out during the course
of the day; he saves his best kisses for me.

They start off as soft as a whisper, his lips just barely touching
mine. As his mouth begins to move, his fingers tangle themselves in
my hair or massage the muscles of my neck in a matching rhythm. He
likes to trace the shape of my mouth with his tongue and lick lightly
at my scar. He will do this at great length before he ever requests
entrance to mouth, which is usually accomplished by a gentle nip on
my lower lip. Once inside he begins a meticulous exploration that
never fails to leave me weak-kneed and harder than all hell. I groan
into his mouth, grind against him, anything to get him to stop the
torture and give me what I need. 

But Orli really likes kissing. He will continue to kiss me until he
is satisfied. Until I have come completely undone. Until I am
whimpering. Begging.

Not that I'm complaining.