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She by Cee (NC-17)
Greetings!
My name's Faith, and I'll be your LOTRIPS van driver for this month. Hopefully I'll be able to shed some light on new fic, or bring you back to some old favorites. ;) Personal favorite is Viggorli, but I've got some other pairings up my sleeve... so don't worry, variations are a plenty. Like the icon. :)
Now? Our Rec:
Fandom: LOTRIPS
Pairing: Viggo/OFC, Orli/OFC, Viggo/Orli
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
_cee / earthmagik_fic
Author Website: cee @ slashcity [dot] com
Why this must be read:
Cee writes gorgeous fic. Plain and simple. The words she uses and where she decides to use them paint images you could barely imagine. I read this story... and it just blew me away. This is how *my* Viggo and Orli would interact with eachother. Vig's married with a baby on the way, and Orli takes care of his wife. There's jealousy, anger, love, hurt... and it's all WAY too real just to be on paper, or on the screen if you haven't printed it out like I have. It's a gorgeous story.
It's dark but not terribly late when he flings his keys into the plate next to the phone. Orlando's car is still in the driveway and there's a plastic bowl of Chinese soup sitting cold on the kitchen counter. Viggo pads up the stairs and stands in the bedroom doorway, watches them sleep.
She is his wife, she is having his baby, when she wakes up in the morning she smells like incense and orange juice. He knows that she's not ticklish anywhere except behind her knees and that sometimes she laughs out loud for no reason at all. She bites her nails and tugs on her ear when she's thinking and right now she's spooned up in Orlando's arms, so close that Viggo can hardly tell in the shadows where one ends and the other begins.
His wife, his best friend, although if you ask him he'll say his wife is his best friend; Orlando's face is buried in her hair and her belly swells out a little over the top of her sweatpants, where the waistband is rolled down and her tank-top is riding up. Orlando's hand covers the swell protectively; they breathe in unison.
He steps into the room, onto the creaky board by the foot of the bed, and Orlando raises his head and he smiles, his teeth flash bright white in the dimness. He leans down and he kisses her cheek and she rolls onto her back and makes gimme hands at Viggo, smiling sleepily.
He always takes the right side of the bed. She always takes the middle.
Orlando rolls off the left side of the bed and stuffs his feet into his sneakers; he waves before he goes, still grinning but with a haunted look in his eyes.
Viggo buries his face in the crease of her neck. She rocks him and whispers nonsense until he falls asleep.
She
My name's Faith, and I'll be your LOTRIPS van driver for this month. Hopefully I'll be able to shed some light on new fic, or bring you back to some old favorites. ;) Personal favorite is Viggorli, but I've got some other pairings up my sleeve... so don't worry, variations are a plenty. Like the icon. :)
Now? Our Rec:
Fandom: LOTRIPS
Pairing: Viggo/OFC, Orli/OFC, Viggo/Orli
Author on LJ:
_cee / earthmagik_ficAuthor Website: cee @ slashcity [dot] com
Why this must be read:
Cee writes gorgeous fic. Plain and simple. The words she uses and where she decides to use them paint images you could barely imagine. I read this story... and it just blew me away. This is how *my* Viggo and Orli would interact with eachother. Vig's married with a baby on the way, and Orli takes care of his wife. There's jealousy, anger, love, hurt... and it's all WAY too real just to be on paper, or on the screen if you haven't printed it out like I have. It's a gorgeous story.
It's dark but not terribly late when he flings his keys into the plate next to the phone. Orlando's car is still in the driveway and there's a plastic bowl of Chinese soup sitting cold on the kitchen counter. Viggo pads up the stairs and stands in the bedroom doorway, watches them sleep.
She is his wife, she is having his baby, when she wakes up in the morning she smells like incense and orange juice. He knows that she's not ticklish anywhere except behind her knees and that sometimes she laughs out loud for no reason at all. She bites her nails and tugs on her ear when she's thinking and right now she's spooned up in Orlando's arms, so close that Viggo can hardly tell in the shadows where one ends and the other begins.
His wife, his best friend, although if you ask him he'll say his wife is his best friend; Orlando's face is buried in her hair and her belly swells out a little over the top of her sweatpants, where the waistband is rolled down and her tank-top is riding up. Orlando's hand covers the swell protectively; they breathe in unison.
He steps into the room, onto the creaky board by the foot of the bed, and Orlando raises his head and he smiles, his teeth flash bright white in the dimness. He leans down and he kisses her cheek and she rolls onto her back and makes gimme hands at Viggo, smiling sleepily.
He always takes the right side of the bed. She always takes the middle.
Orlando rolls off the left side of the bed and stuffs his feet into his sneakers; he waves before he goes, still grinning but with a haunted look in his eyes.
Viggo buries his face in the crease of her neck. She rocks him and whispers nonsense until he falls asleep.
She