Fic Title: Cake 

Author's Name: Lostiawen
Email: changeling@planetx.org
Author's site: http://www.planetx.org/~changeling
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: VM/OB
Genre: RPS
Feedback:  Sure.

Summary: Orli feels like baking something for Viggo.
Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction.  Never happened.

Warnings: Fluff, sap, PWP.

Author's Notes: For Peony.  I rattled this off quickly,
but I hope it helps brighten your day.  This is done in
Orli's POV.

Originally posted April 2003.

*****


I woke up early today.  Well, early for Viggo, which translates
to before ten.  Anyway, I was feeling really motivated to
bake.  I haven't had a chance lately between all of the films
I've been in, and today is one of the first days I've had
a chance to settle down and stay at home.

I pause to lean over and look at Viggo sleeping beside me.  I 
still can't believe how fortunate I am.  So many things 
could have prevented us from meeting each other in New Zealand, 
but we did, and we both fell head over heels in love as soon
as we saw each other.

I smile as I watch him sleep.  He looks so peaceful, especially
without him radiating his usual intensity.  I stroke
his cheek gently before I pry myself out of bed.

I quickly brush my teeth and I'm down in our kitchen.  Hmm,
everything's here, so I rattle about, grabbing everything I
need.  I'm about done with the mixing when Viggo wanders in.

"Morning, sleepyhead," I said cheerfully.  He just looks so 
adorable in the morning.  Mussed up hair, ragged t-shirt, 
shorts.  Yum.

"Morning," he grunts as he kisses me.  He's always a bit grumpy before 
he gets
his first cup of yerba mate.  And certain things don't register
with him at first.  I start the count, one...two...three...

"Orli, why are you bustling about the kitchen naked?"

Yup, that's my love, sharp as a tack. 

"I'm baking a chocolate cake."  I feel myself melt inside
when I see Viggo's eyes light up.  He loves chocolate.  

Then his eyes narrow. "You're not baking a vegan cake, are you?"

I pout at him.  "Give it a chance, Vig.  There are some smashing 
recipes out
there for vegan cake.  I'll bet you that I can make one
that you'll love.  Pleeease?"  I give him my best puppy dog eyes.

He gives me that drop-dead sexy smile.  "All right, elf boy."
As I start the mixer again, he shouts over the din, "You still
haven't explained why you're baking in the nude."

Rather conveniently timed, a small amount of batter leaps out
of the bowl and onto my chest.  I turn off the mixer and
glare at it.

"That's why.  I can never make chocolate cake without making
a mess, and I don't want it staining my shirts."  I shoot a
glare at Viggo. "And no comments from the peanut gallery about
them."

I start reaching for a towel when Viggo puts his hand over mine.

"I have a better idea," he purrs.  Damn.  That voice in the
morning is lethal.  I'm already getting hard when he leans forward and
slowly licks the batter off my chest, teasing me with his
hot tongue.

He licks his lips and says, "Mmm, delicious."  Then he starts
planting feathery light kisses up my chest and my neck.
I can't really form a smart reply because he's melting me
inside.

His lips hover over mine and he says huskily, "Want a taste?"
I don't need much more of an invitation, and I lean in to
kiss him.

I can never get enough of his kisses, so tender and loving.  We 
tangle our tongues together, and I feel that familiar tingle 
deep inside of me.  Soon, I feel like I'm drowning inside of 
him, the kitchen; hell, the world fading away as I lose myself to the
caresses of his tongue.  Viggo's own taste is mixed with the 
sweetness of chocolate, a combination that I find addicting.

My head's spinning and my cock's aching when we part.  His 
kisses always do that to me.

"Well?" he asks.

I lick my lips.  "Yummy.  I could get used to chocolate-flavored
Viggo."  

He laughs at this, his eyes twinkling.  I grin goofily at him and tug
his clothes off.  He kisses me again, and while I'm losing myself
in the feel of him, he wraps his arms around my waist and picks me up.  
I play-shriek like a girl and wiggle as he lifts me higher and sets 
my arse down on the counter.  Unfortunately, while I was flailing
around, I planted my right hand into the bowl of batter, getting
it all over my hand and splattering some up my arm.

"Shit!" I grump.  Viggo's laughing again, and I really should
be narked at him, but he looks so lovely when he laughs.  His
entire face lights up and sparkles, like sunshine dancing on
the water.  I watch him and just feel myself get all squashy
inside.

Still, I feel a tiny bit indignant.  I press my hand to
his chest, leaving a chocolate hand print.  

I giggle.  "There. You're marked now with the chocolate hand of Orli."

"Why you..." he says, grabbing my wrists.  I shriek again,
but it quickly dissolves into a moan as he wraps his mouth
around a chocolatey finger.

Christ...feels so good feeling his tongue lap against my skin.
He sucks my finger hard, his tongue dancing wickedly over my finger,
and I imagine him sucking my cock the same way.  He lavishes
the same attention of each finger before he moves down to
clean off my palm.

I moan as I feel the touch of his lips and his teeth lightly 
scraping against my hand.  He's causing little tingles to
shoot up my body.  He kisses his way languidly up the inside
of my wrist, stopping to trace his tongue over my fellowship
tattoo.

Oh god...I feel tingles shoot through my entire body as
he licks his way around.  Even my hair feels sensitive.
He kisses his way slowly up my arm, cleaning off the
last bits of batter.  

I choke out, lifting my hips slightly off the counter and thrusting
my hips towards him.  He takes the hint and begins teasing my
hole with his fingers.  As I squirm against him, I realize that
there's no lube in the kitchen.

Thinking quickly, Viggo dips his fingers into the soy margarine I was 
using.
He works a slick fingers into me, opening me up for him.  I purr
as he strokes me inside, his finger hitting all the right spots.

He adds another and brushes it against my prostate, making me see
stars.  I grind against his hand, needing more contact, needing him
inside of me.  

He smiles slyly as he slicks up his cock.  He grabs my hips and pulls
them to the edge of the counter before he slides into me, both of
us groaning loudly.  He then begins a slow, gentle rhythm.

I don't think I'll ever get tired of having him inside of me, feeling
his wonderful hardness striking all the right spots, feeling myself
melding into him: becoming one heart, one body, one soul.  I sigh
as I sink into his lazy strokes, enjoying each and every nuance,
not wanting to rush.

I don't how long it is before I feel myself getting close, but
I soon feel the urge building inside of me.  I wrap my legs
around him and reach down to grab my dripping cock.

Viggo immediately speeds up his rhythm, changing the angle slightly
to glide over my sweet spot.  I grind into him frantically now, soaring
as his hard strokes make me come apart inside.  I gasp as my
climax rushes over me, feeling myself spill on my hand.

Viggo's moaning louder as his thrusts become more erratic.
I clench my muscles around him, milking him until he gives
a final thrust and shudders, filling me with hot liquid.

He leans against me, breathing heavily, smearing some of the
hand print on me.  When his breathing steadies,
he licks my hand clean, causing me to just melt into a little
puddle.  His chest sticks a bit to my skin when he pulls out, 
causing him to wince a little.

I can't help myself and I giggle.  

He grumps.  "Some of us don't have hairless chests."

"And I love it," I say as I lean forward and kiss him lightly.

"I think I'm going to have to re-evaluate my stance on soy products.  
The margarine stayed slippery the entire time," he says.

I laugh again.  "And it's going to be a bitch to get off of your
skin.  I can say that with authority."

"Is that how you got by on the other movie sets without me?" he teases.

I flush 3 different shades of red.  "From baking, you wanker.
Come on, let's hop in the shower.  We're both a mess and I 
can help you get it off."

He scoops me off the counter and starts carrying me to the shower.
As we pass by the bowl of batter, I sneakily dip my finger into
it.

When he puts me down in the shower I gently beep his nose, putting
a blob of batter right on the tip.  I'm grinning like a Cheshire Cat as
he glares at me.  It quickly disappears when I lick the
batter off and kiss him.  

"Mmm, sweet.  Just like you," I say.  He wraps his arms
around me and gives me another dizzying kiss.

"I love you, angel," he says. 

"I love you too, filthy human," I reply, leaning against him.

He turns on the taps and we spend a long time washing, kissing, and
petting each other.  I don't think I'll ever get tired of touching him, 
of being with him, for now or for the rest of my life.

THE END