Title: The Way You Love Me Author: Juniper Author's Email: jenjuniper77@yahoo.com Pairings: Viggo / Orlando Rating: NC-17 Summary: Kind of a song fic – but not really. It’s not like they say the words to each other or anything. Based on ‘The Way You Love Me’ by John Michael Montgomery. Disclaimer: All in my head people….all in my head. I like the feel of your soft fingertips, I like the sound of your sweet gentle kiss, Viggo’s hands trace lightly over the skin of Orlando’s back as they relax in bed. It’s been a trying week in the Mortensen household. A series of meetings with Orlando’s publicist had not gone well. The young man’s shoulders are tense – tied in knots of stress. Straddling Orlando’s hips, Viggo runs his hands over the knotted muscles, working each kink until it releases. His hands glide over the warm, dry skin of his lover. When each cramp has been lovingly relieved, the older man bends at the waist, bringing his lips to rest between Orli’s shoulder blades. The soft sound of kissing is interrupted only by a low moan from the man beneath him. The way that your fingers run through my hair, How your scent lingers even when you’re not there. As Viggo begins to kiss the back of his neck, Orlando feels the need to see Viggo’s eyes. Moving slightly underneath Viggo, he manages to maneuver onto his back when Viggo raises his body slightly. Looking into the eyes of his lover, he threads his hands back through Viggo’s hair, linking his fingers behind his head and pulling him down for a kiss. Mouths open immediately and tongues battle, sliding across and around each other. Breath is stolen and souls are searched. As Viggo pulls back, Orlando can still taste him in his mouth. He can still smell him on his skin. I like the way your eyes dance when you laugh, How you enjoy your two-hour baths, As Viggo rests on top of Orlando, he looks down into sparkling brown eyes. ‘Filthy human.’ Orlando states, running the pad of his thumb across a smear of green paint that colors Viggo’s chest, ‘My filthy human.’ A shudder wracks Orlando’s body as Viggo returns the gesture, focusing on a small, brown nipple. ‘Not everyone has the luxury of enjoying a two-hour bath, elf boy.’ His smile widens as he remembers the prune of a man that crawled out of the tub at the end of that bathing session. How you convinced me to dance in the rain, With everyone watching like we were insane. Orlando’s eyes crinkle at the corner as his smile grows in return. ‘If you hadn’t talked me into parading around in the rain I wouldn’t have needed a two-hour bath. It took me that long to warm up after that escapade.’ Both men chuckle as they remember. ‘I could have warmed you up quicker. But, as I recall, you were too upset to let me help.’ Viggo replied. ‘I don’t appreciate being pulled into the losing end of a bet, old man. I wasn’t the one who promised Craig Parker he’d dance in front of everyone if he made it through the scene without messing up the take.’ The younger man gently reminded Viggo. Viggo smiled once again. ‘It sure was a nice rendition of ‘Singing in the Rain’ though. I wonder if it’ll end up on the blooper reel?’ As Orlando’s face flushed red, he couldn’t help but dip his head for another kiss. But I love the way you love me, Strong and wild, Slow and easy, Heart and soul, So completely, I love the way you love me. I like to imitate old Jerry Lee, While you roll your eyes when I’m slightly off key, Breaking the kiss, Viggo chuckles, ‘I thought I did a wonderful impression of Gene Kelly. Hollywood should be knocking my door down right about now. Musicals are a returning fad you know.’ Rolling his eyes at the man above him, Orlando simply says, ‘Don’t quit your day job, mate. Somebody’s got to support our family,’ before pushing Viggo off of him and leaving the bed and walking out on the balcony to watch the sun set. I like the innocent way that you cry, At sappy old movies you’ve seen hundreds of times. As Orlando stands on the balcony, leaning on the rails, he can feel Viggo approach him from behind. Warm arms wrap around his waist and a soft chest presses against his back. Viggo slides his hands along Orlando’s arms until their fingers are twined. As he raises their arms out from their bodies, he shouts, ‘I’m the king of the world!’ Jerking his arms from Viggo’s, Orlando whips around, pressing his hand against Viggo’s mouth and pushing him back through the door. ‘You are insane. Has anyone ever told you that?’ Viggo smiles at him. ‘Insanity is watching that movie over and over again, knowing that you’re going to cry from that scene throughout the rest of the movie.’ Blushing once more, Orlando replies, ‘I can’t help myself. I’m a sucker for a love story.’ And he presses his body against Viggo, pinning him to the wall. But I love the way you love me, Strong and wild, Slow and easy, Heart and soul, So completely, I love the way you love me. If I could list a million things, I love to like about you, Viggo breaks from Orlando, pulling him back to their bed. ‘I know you’re a sucker for a love story, baby. I am too. Especially when it’s us. Your tender heart is one of the best things about you.’ A wicked smile lights Orlando’s face as he flops on top of Viggo. ‘One of the best things, huh? What’re some other good things?’ It all boils down to one reason, I could never live without you. ‘Have you got a lifetime to spare, so I can list them all?’ Viggo asks, knowing Orlando’s impatient answer. ‘The best thing about you is that you’re mine. And you will be for the rest of my life.’ ‘Show me.’ Orlando whispers. I love the way you love me, Strong and wild, Slow and easy, Heart and soul, So completely, I love the way you love me. Words fail as Viggo offers his body to his lover, because there are no words that can express the depth of the feelings that flow between their hearts as their bodies slide against each other. A symphony of silence is composed, given tempo by the baseline of desire as passion reaches it’s crescendo. Drifting down from orgasmic bliss, both men realize that here, in this moment, they are complete. Oh baby I love the way you love me.