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Title: "Temporary Monogamy" (17/27)
Author: Brenda ([livejournal.com profile] azewewish)
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Sean Bean (Karl Urban/Sean Bean)
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Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty-One | Part Twenty-Two | Part Twenty-Three | Part Twenty-Four | Part Twenty-Five | Part Twenty-Six | Part Twenty-Seven (and Epilogue) |



"So tell me whatcha want, whatcha really really want..."

"I dare you to sing that next karaoke night," Sean said, interrupting Orlando in mid-verse.

"Oh, that'd be horrible, I can never get the zig-a-zig-ahs part right." Orlando stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe "2 Become 1" or "The Lady Is A Vamp", though."

"You know, I should have pegged you as bi just by your musical tastes," Sean said, with a grin.

Orlando shoved Sean's shoulder lightly, but not too much. Wouldn't be a good idea to jostle the driver, especially while said vehicle was still in motion. Outside the windows, the passing scenery was lush and green, dotted with sheep and a few houses. The ocean was the sort of blue that looked like it belonged in a fairytale. Of course, that was true of the entire country. Karl was right, this place changed people. Called it enchantment or what you will, but it was certainly true. At least, as far as Orlando was concerned.

"There's nothing wrong with liking the Spice Girls," Orlando said. He could think of far worse bands to listen to on a long journey. "Go on, then, who's your favorite?"

"Baby, of course," Sean laughed. The sound was carefree, light. "Christ, the way she sucks on that lollipop..."

"Oh yeah," Orlando sighed, lustily. "Looks like she knows her way around, y'know?"

Sean risked a quick glance over before focusing back on the road. "Who's yours, then?"

"Ginger." Like Sean needed to ask. "She's short, but those legs, man, they go on for years."

"You are very predictable," Sean agreed, with a smile. Orlando didn't bother to deny it. What would be the point?

"I know, right, women and men, show me a nice set of thighs, and I'm a goner."

"Jerry does have very nice thighs," Sean agreed.

"I mean, not as nice as yours or Karl's, of course, so I suppose it's only fitting that you two are together."

Sean chuckled. "I suppose that's one way of putting it."

Orlando drew his knees to his chin to get more comfortable. "What's Karl up to, anyway, while we're down south?"

"Uh, besides filming Edoras?" When Orlando said yes, Sean pursed his lips in thought. "I think he mentioned helping Harry weed his garden."

"I swear, those two..." Orlando would never, ever get it. He cast another sly glance at Sean's profile. "Does it, y'know, I mean, does it bother you? I mean, that they'll probably get back together sooner or later? Jerry worked craft services on that movie they did together and he said he's never seen two people more destined to be with one another. Said it was like watching two puzzle pieces connecting. He's a bit of a fanciful one, though."

"I think he might have a point," Sean said. He didn't look upset by the shift in conversation, which was nice. Orlando knew he kept bringing up Karl and Harry's unorthodox relationship with alarming regularity, but Sean never acted like it was an odd thing for them to talk about. "They are very suited. I just think they needed some time. I consider myself fortunate that Karl's been choosing to spend some of it with me."

"And when it ends?" Orlando'd spent so much time in awe of their relationship, how easy it was, how free, that he never really bothered to think what it might do to Sean when they did end things. "I mean, you've been together for almost nine months now, that's a long time."

Sean nodded. His hands were light and relaxed on the steering wheel. "I think we'll always be friends. I like to hope so, anyway."

"I'm sure you will," Orlando said. All the same, he couldn't help wishing that Sean would find his own Harry one day. Someone who would make him laugh and keep him from thinking too much as he was prone to do. Sean had so much life in him, and so much to give – he'd just had a bad run of luck in the whole making it last department.

"Hey, do you mind if we stop in the next town for a minute?" he asked. "Thought maybe I'd get in some shopping for everyone back home while we were out and about."

"That's the idea," Sean replied, with a small smile. "Get in some sights, do the tourist thing. Long as we're at the hotel by dark, I think we'll be alright."

"Aces," Orlando said, and smiled himself. The sun was shining, he was with one of his best mates, and it really was shaping up to be a very nice day.

***

"I'm really sorry," Orlando repeated, for what had to be the hundredth time that hour. Outside their small refuge, the rain continued to come down in sheets, obliterating the sight of even the other houses nearby. Orlando hadn't even known rain existed like this outside of the jungle.

And they were caught in it because of Orlando. Because he just had to stop at every small shop that piqued his interest, and Sean had been indulgent enough not to hurry him and insist they get a move on. Christ, he was a rotten travel companion. He had no idea what Sean was thinking.

"It's alright, stop apologizing," Sean replied, also for the hundredth time. He sat near the crackling fireplace, wrapped in an afghan throw, cup of tea in hand, looking, for all the world, like this was just a normal Sunday visit at Orlando's instead of them being trapped in a total stranger's guest house while the road they'd been driving on was being washed away into the bloody Pacific Ocean. Orlando supposed that filming all of the Sharpe films in India or wherever had pretty much made Sean immune to crazy weather patterns. Still didn't make Orlando feel better.

"Come on, sit, drink your tea before it gets cold."

Orlando left the window (not like the rain was letting up anytime this century) and sat on the sofa across from Sean. He didn't pick up his cup. "I'm really..."

"Orlando, if you apologize again, I promise, I'll toss yer ass out into the rain," Sean interrupted, his voice a gruff burr of exasperation. "Christssake, it's not like you can control the weather."

"Not yet, but I'm working on it." Orlando replied, managing a weak smile. Sean's hair and skin glowed golden in the firelight, shimmered like he was some king of old or maybe even Apollo granting an audience. Right now, Orlando felt like a peasant prostrating himself. It wasn't a terribly pleasant feeling. Still, better to be stuck in the middle of nowhere with Sean. He could think of far worse people. Like Viggo. Who'd have probably taken the opportunity to strip naked and run out into the storm to commune with the rain gods or whatever small, furry animals were nearby.

"Did you get hold of Peter or Karl?"

"Both, actually," Sean replied, rubbing at his chin. He seemed relieved at the change of topic. "They think it might be a day or two before the weather turns."

"And us without a chess set." It was another apology, but Sean's soft, crinkly smile showed all was forgiven.

"I found a pack of cards and board in the bedside drawer when I was looking for a dry shirt," Sean said, far too nonchalantly for Orlando to think he wasn’t up to mischief. He'd learned early on to beware of that tone. "You might be brilliant at chess, but there hasn't been a person yet that can beat me at cribbage."

Orlando's naturally competitive spirit rose to the occasion. "Is that so?" When Sean simply inclined his head, Orlando gestured at the coffee table. "Let's see what you've got, then."


As it turned out, Sean wasn't exaggerating. Orlando had learned to play the game at his gran's knee, and considered himself to be a steady enough player, but Sean was the undisputed heavy weight champion at cribbage. He soundly beat Orlando in hand after hand, showing no signs of weakness, no matter what Orlando tried to turn the tables.

"Remind me what I was thinking again?" Orlando complained, after getting thoroughly trounced on show points for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Outside, the weather was still Noah-like and showed no signs of letting up. Inside, they'd traded tea for a nice bottle of bourbon that they'd found in one of the kitchen cabinets.

"You've got nothing better to do?" Sean offered, dealing the next set of cards with a deft flick of the wrist. Man should have been a professional card shark for all the skill he had. Orlando had no idea he'd been keeping such a valuable skill under wraps for so long. It was a constant surprise and delight to him that he kept learning more and more about Sean as time went on, even if this particular epiphany was coming at his own expense.

"If you ever bitch to me about beating you at chess again, I'm just going to laugh at you," he grumbled. His new hand wasn't much better than the last one. It was a damn good thing they weren't betting anything more than cigarettes or he would be fucked.

"You laugh at me anyway. It's one of your better qualities."

"It is?"

"Mmhmm," Sean assented, frowning in concentration as he looked at his cards. With his reading glasses perched on his nose, he looked like a professor. Albeit, a better looking, far sexier and more charismatic one than any that Orlando had ever had in school. Orlando would bet no one would've fallen asleep in Sean's classes. "Not too many people know the fine art of how to laugh at their friends."

Orlando gave Sean his most serious, no-nonsense look. "I'll always make fun of you, Sean," he vowed, and was rewarded by Sean's surprised bark of laughter.

***

Even though Orlando insisted on taking the sofa instead of the bed, Sean had been equally insistent that they flip for it. Luckily, Orlando won anyway, which meant that Sean was enjoying a proper night's sleep on a proper bed. Which was more than what he could say about himself, but, well, he was young and all. Resilient, or so the saying went. Besides which, no matter what Sean said, it was still Orlando's fault they were in this mess; wouldn't feel right, taking the bed.

Sleep, however, was still eluding him. It wasn't so much annoying at this point as it was expected. Ever since that day at the beach, about the only times he'd fallen right to sleep had been the nights he'd spent with Jerry, and they'd worn each other out. Fuck knew, he could certainly use one of Jerry's mind-erasing blowjobs right about now. He contemplated a quick jerk just to settle his brain, but it seemed sort of off – rude in a way – to do that sort of thing with someone right in the next room. Especially since said person was Sean, and, well, Sean was practically family.

He really hoped Sean would forgive him for this – that they'd be able to laugh about it one day, and Orlando wouldn't feel so horrible about the whole thing. Not that Sean was one to hold a grudge, but it'd be nice to move past it. Orlando knew he definitely owed Sean a few rounds, at the very least.

Ah, well, nothing to do but sit it out and wait for the rains to stop. Orlando would just have to make sure he did his part to be a good sort of roommate. And maybe this was the sort of thing that would only strengthen their friendship. Orlando rather liked the sound of that. He could picture him and Sean on down the line, sitting at a pub, still telling stories and ogling pretty girls in short skirts, with a chess board (no way he was ever playing cribbage with that man again) between them.

The thought was pleasant enough to settle his thoughts and send him drifting into sleep.

***

"Well, whaddaya reckon?"

Karl wiped the sweat from his brow with his forearm and looked around the garden. "I'm thinking if you were wanting something different this year, you could plant a few four o'clocks or nicotiana right there, next to the clematis, to fill in when the spring bulbs are done. Reckon it'd be very pretty come full summer. And it'll draw the butterflies."

"Hmmm...you might be on to something," Harry said. He was equally sweaty and grimy from mucking about in the dirt. By the time Karl had been done for the day and changed out of costume and makeup and made his way over to Harry's, Harry had been digging about, pulling weeds, for a couple of hours.

Karl sat cross-legged on the ground and took a long pull from his bottle of water. When Harry dropped next to him, Karl passed the bottle without a word. They watched the sun set over the hill in silence, and the first of the night stars appearing in the blue-black sky. No matter where Karl's work took him, he never felt as much at peace as he did on this corner of the earth, with Harry beside him.

"Thought about lamb kefta for dinner," Karl eventually said.

"Expect you'll have me chopping parsley for tabuli, then," Harry replied, giving Karl a small smile.

"You're better at it than I am."

"It's a fair trade." Then Harry nudged at Karl's foot. "What is it?"

He should have known that Harry would have picked up on his mood. "You were right," Karl admitted, softly. "I think I fucked up with Orlando."

"I never said you fucked up. Besides, I think this is good for him."

"What, Jerry?" When Harry shrugged in the affirmative, Karl frowned. "He's a nice enough fellow, but..."

"But you were trying to nudge him in Sean's direction, and he didn't fall neatly where you wanted," Harry finished, his voice without censure. Karl couldn't argue, as that was exactly what he'd been wanting.

"I still think they'd be good for each other."

"No doubt." Harry dropped a warm, heavy hand over Karl's. "But you, of all people, should know better than to try to push people where they're not ready to go."

"Touché." Karl hadn't thought of it quite like that, but that's why he had Harry to think of all of the things he couldn't. He laced their fingers together, savored the simple contact. "I suppose Jerry is a good man to have as a first lover."

"He'll take good care of Orlando until he's ready to move on," Harry said. "Much like how you're doing with Sean."

Karl's grin was slightly wicked. "Well, now, I wouldn't say I'm with Sean just out of the kindness of my charitable heart."

Harry's laugh carried in the breeze, the sound lifting Karl's spirits in the way that nothing else ever could. "Fuck me, I would hope not. If Sean Bean was a disappointment in bed, what hope is there for the rest of us?"

That was Harry for you. Self-deprecating to the core. Much like Sean, come to think on it, and maybe Karl really did have a type. With his free hand, he cupped Harry's chin, ran his thumb over soft bristles. "There is no comparison," he said softly, and smiled. He waited, patiently, until Harry returned it, then untangled their hands, and stood. "Enough navel-gazing," he declared. "Ready to eat?"

Harry came to his feet gracefully. "If I'm not cooking, always."

***

The hardwood floors chilled Sean's feet when he finally rolled out of bed in the morning. Rain was still beating a steady tattoo against the roof, so Sean figured they most likely were stuck here for another day, even if the weather did turn later on. He could think of far worse people to be stuck with, however – Orlando had been a delightful companion, in spite of his insistence that somehow this entire debacle was somehow his fault.

After stumbling into the bathroom for a much needed piss and to scrape off whatever'd been left to rot on his teeth (he blamed the bourbon), he went wandering out in search of the kitchen and, more importantly, the first cup of tea of the day.

Orlando was still sprawled on his stomach on the sofa, his mohawk a dark, spiky punctuation to the tangle of sheets that were twisted around him, face half buried in the cushions, limbs everywhere. His cheeks were creased with sleep, and light snores contrasted with the sound of the rain. He looked young and impossibly innocent, with one bare foot sticking from the edge of one blanket, and one hand dragging the floor.

And, standing there, looking down at the slack features of the man that he considered to be one of the brightest and best people he'd ever met, in the fussy living room of a stranger's house in the middle of nowhere, clad only in his boxers and shivering slightly from the chill of the morning air, Sean Bean's heart tumbled completely, irrevocably, and totally into love.

He was in love with Orlando Bloom. With his boyish enthusiasm and boundless energy and bottomless passion. With the prankster that helped Karl and Viggo with their nefarious plans, with the kind-hearted man that fed the strays that hung around on set, with the coltish, yet beautiful way Orlando moved. With the man who made him laugh and think, who quoted Shakespeare and Yeats and Monty Python with equal measure, and yet had no clue about his own appeal.

He hadn't thought it was possible to feel this way again – not with his colorful past or admittedly less than stellar track record. Yet, here he was, a man chasing 40, falling for a man who could almost be his son, yet one who had a soul that was wise beyond his years. Christ, how could he not have seen it sooner?

Karl was definitely going to be insufferable about this.


(To Be Continued)

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Date: 2009-02-03 03:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dienw.livejournal.com
Karl was definitely going to be insufferable about this.

And, well he should be! *cackles*

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Date: 2009-02-05 11:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Exactly what I said. *g*

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Date: 2009-02-03 04:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chrismm.livejournal.com
Needless to say, Sean was the first of the two to actually start putting clues together. Hee!

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Date: 2009-02-05 11:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Of course he is. *g*

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Date: 2009-02-03 05:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mistry89.livejournal.com
Classic line, earnest and so .. *g* "I'll always make fun of you, Sean," he vowed

So pleased to Sean that Sean is now clued up and hope this doesn't make him act differently (in a Bad Way) to Orlando. Nice scene on the Karl/Harry fron, too. :)
Thank you!

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Date: 2009-02-05 11:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Things are definitely going to change between them. :)

And the Karl/Harry subplot is still my favorite.

Temporary Monogamy

Date: 2009-02-03 05:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] argentine65.livejournal.com
Sean: "With his reading glasses perched on his nose, he looked like a professor. Albeit, a better looking, far sexier and more charismatic one than any that Orlando had ever had in school".You bet. Thank you for sharing. Martha

Re: Temporary Monogamy

Date: 2009-02-05 11:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Sean with glasses is very sexy.

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Date: 2009-02-03 06:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krazykitten46.livejournal.com
The scene is set, the players are in place and at least one of them is of the right mind set. I wonder how much it would take to turn Orlando in Sean's direction.

bon

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Date: 2009-02-05 11:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Well, this is Orlando, and he's not ready yet. *g*

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Date: 2009-02-03 07:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alex-quine.livejournal.com
*grins* Well, that's one of them!
Charming scene too with Karl/Harry.
thanks for posting.

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Date: 2009-02-05 11:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Karl/Harry FTW!! *g*

And yes, at least one of them is on board.

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Date: 2009-02-03 08:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vienna80er.livejournal.com
Wherein Orlando and Sean take a drive and Karl and Harry do some weeding... this is misleading if you read the line fast. You have no idea how excited I was about Karl and Harry doing some wedding. *grins and rolls eyes at self*

It's such a relieve that Sean finally started to see. And yes, Karl will be hard to live with in the future. I'm pretty sure about that. But then he deserves to be proud of himself.

Now please, make Orlando see the light too! Thanks! *hugs*

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Date: 2009-02-05 11:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
I've never written wedding fic (well, aside from a crack!fic once), but if anyone could convince me to do it, it'd be those two. *g*

And Orlando will get there, I promise.

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Date: 2009-02-03 08:23 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] keyweegirlie.livejournal.com
And, standing there, looking down at the slack features of the man that he considered to be one of the brightest and best people he'd ever met, in the fussy living room of a stranger's house in the middle of nowhere, clad only in his boxers and shivering slightly from the chill of the morning air, Sean Bean's heart tumbled completely, irrevocably, and totally into love.

HEE!!! Finally! =D

*smoochies*
~Me

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Date: 2009-02-05 11:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
I know, right?!!?! *g*

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Date: 2009-02-03 08:47 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] lulabel.livejournal.com
Squeee! Beanie's in LURVE.

Another wonderful and witty chapter. I really enjoy all the dynamics between these guys - Karl, Harry, Sean and Orlando. It's a sort of pas de quartre, a rather intricate and somewhat chaotic dance as they weave in and out amongst each other.

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Date: 2009-02-05 11:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Intricate & chaotic are definitely good words for them. *g*

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Date: 2009-02-03 10:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fanficprisoner.livejournal.com
Finally Sean got it!!
I think Orlando would realize his feelings for Sean pretty soon, too.

I'm interacting *grins*
You make me a very happy fangirl everytime you update this story.

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Date: 2009-02-05 11:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Orlando will get there sooner or later, I promise. *g* But he's young & stubborn, so, he's got a ways to go yet.

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Date: 2009-02-03 10:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peersrogue.livejournal.com
"Sean Bean's heart tumbled completely, irrevocably, and totally into love." - lovely line really enjoying this story. Many thx.

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Date: 2009-02-05 11:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Thanks!!! :) I'm glad you're enjoying it so far.

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Date: 2009-02-03 11:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ireth06.livejournal.com
... Sean Bean's heart tumbled completely, irrevocably, and totally into love.

YES! *pumps arm*

Karl was definitely going to be insufferable about this.

*giggles* Oh yes!
Thanks for sharing!
Such a great fic! *loves*

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Date: 2009-02-05 11:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
I know, right, it's about time one of them saw the light. *g*

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Date: 2009-02-04 12:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weepingnaiad.livejournal.com
This is such a lovely story! I'm definitely enjoying the dialog and the interactions, especially between Karl/Harry and Sean/Orlando.

So glad that Sean got it! Now if only Orlando will!

*hugs*
WN

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Date: 2009-02-05 11:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Orlando will get there sooner or later, I promise. *g*

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Date: 2009-02-04 12:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rinakabu.livejournal.com
I think it's so sweet how Karl thinks he fucked up with Orlando. And that must have been a real shock for Sean to find out he is in love. I really enjoyed that chapter, thank you.

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Date: 2009-02-05 11:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Well, Karl really does look on Orlando like a younger brother. :)

Glad Sean's realization worked for you!

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Date: 2009-02-04 01:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amygirl.livejournal.com
*squeees*

Oh this was better then I could have hoped it would be.

:-)

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Date: 2009-02-05 11:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
*beams* Thank you, baby!!! It's still going to take Orlando awhile, but we're getting there.

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Date: 2009-02-05 11:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amygirl.livejournal.com
Oy...that boy... *sighs*

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Date: 2009-02-08 10:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Pretty much, yeah.

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Date: 2009-02-04 03:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] giselleslash.livejournal.com
And the choir of smut angels (there are SO smut angels in heaven - God loves the smut. True fact.) sing HALLELUJAH!

Now all Sean needs to do is pounce on top of Orlando right there on the couch. Like a cat. Scare the shit outta him maybe, but eh, who cares? *g*

Also. Karl and Harry are wearing big straw hats that tie under their chins and flowered gardening aprons in my mind. They're pretty.

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Date: 2009-02-05 11:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
God TOTALLY loves the smut, man. You know it. S to the M to the UT, even.

And Orlando still has miles to go before the pouncing. Uh, yeah, I don't know, man, he's stubborn.

Karl & Harry TOTALLY wear hats & aprons. It's like you were THERE.

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Date: 2009-02-04 04:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] katiemoose.livejournal.com
wonderful chapter! Love the way they interact and that Sean could look at Orlando after all the time they have known each other and fall in love. I can't wait for more!

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Date: 2009-02-05 11:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
I know, right, I don't think anyone was more shocked than Sean to find out he was in love. *g*

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Date: 2009-02-04 07:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] angiepen.livejournal.com
LOL! You have a talent for wrap lines. :D I was feeling all mushy with the previous paragraph or two, and then the last line hit and I just had to laugh!

Angie

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Date: 2009-02-05 11:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Thanks, hon!!! :) I'm glad the mixture is working for you.

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Date: 2009-02-04 09:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rifleman-s.livejournal.com
"...Sean Bean's heart tumbled completely, irrevocably, and totally into love."

Perfect! And Yes, I don't doubt Karl will be insufferable!!

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Date: 2009-02-05 11:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
But at least Sean is on the right track. *g*

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Date: 2009-02-07 01:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] afra-schatz.livejournal.com
Oooooh, so much love for Orlando AND Sean being secret Spice Girls fanboys. I don't care whether that's the silliest British cliché ever, but back in the 1990s the Spice girls were, like, Britishness personified for me :). Very fitting that Orlando sings along! (And I'm quite a lot in love with you making Sean like Baby Spice most - it's kinda fitting regarding his usual choice in so much younger women, eh? I love that man :).)

It's really really really great that you wrote a male car conversation about thighs, too. Because hey, it's talking about Sean's and Karl's thighs, there can never be anything better, right? Also, it's pretty awesome that Orlando worships literally every bit of these two, thighs so very definitely included :). Orli is in luuuuurve. *nods*

I also quite love the way Orlando brings Jerry back into the conversation and I adore that apparently after fucking they spend their time before dozing off gossiping about the rest of the cast.

He sat near the crackling fireplace, wrapped in an afghan throw, cup of tea in hand, looking, for all the world, like this was just a normal Sunday visit at Orlando's

SUCH a Kodak moment, it's not funny anymore. I want to print this out and make sweet pervy love to it.

"Not yet, but I'm working on it."

I love him tentatively smug / flirting :).

Orlando had no idea he'd been keeping such a valuable skill under wraps for so long. It was a constant surprise and delight to him that he kept learning more and more about Sean as time went on, even if this particular epiphany was coming at his own expense.

I quite adore this bit because it's such a neat and subtle characterisation of Sean (modest being a real good look for him, especially worn with a slight touch of sneaky) and of Orlando's feelings for him - and ultimately (given the self irony in the end) of Orlando himself, too.

Orlando would bet no one would've fallen asleep in Sean's classes.

I bet. I'm pretty certain no one would've been able to concentrate either, though, so until the exams were about the holyness of Bean's arse, there'd be many Cs and Ds...

"Not too many people know the fine art of how to laugh at their friends."

Naaaw, isn't this the sweetest thing ever? In Bean terms I suppose this is as close to a proposal as it gets *hearts*

"You were right," Karl admitted, softly. "I think I fucked up with Orlando."

This and the entire bit before? Gods, perfect. I love how you manage to write their conversations with that little touch of hm, strangeness to them - different from the whole Orlando/Sean story that we get told sort of first hand with Orlando's pov and all, Harry and Karl always were and still remain a bit of a mystery. Listening to them is like eavesdropping on a couple that's been together for a really long time but that you only get to know now - you can always hear the affection and ultimate understanding between the two of them, even if you're always left with a slight sense of not-completely-getting it. - Aside from that general observation, I so love how Karl comes back with everything to Harry, even his strange playing Cupid routine.

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Date: 2009-02-07 01:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] afra-schatz.livejournal.com

Orlando was still sprawled on his stomach on the sofa, his mohawk a dark, spiky punctuation to the tangle of sheets that were twisted around him, face half buried in the cushions, limbs everywhere. His cheeks were creased with sleep, and light snores contrasted with the sound of the rain. He looked young and impossibly innocent, with one bare foot sticking from the edge of one blanket, and one hand dragging the floor.

And, standing there, looking down at the slack features of the man that he considered to be one of the brightest and best people he'd ever met, in the fussy living room of a stranger's house in the middle of nowhere, clad only in his boxers and shivering slightly from the chill of the morning air, Sean Bean's heart tumbled completely, irrevocably, and totally into love.


I had to quote back the entire bit at you because my God, this is so beautiful. First of all, I love the perfect/imperfect thing you got going here - watching people drool and snore can most usually only be a thing of beauty when you are indeed in love :). Then, I love the combination of Orlando's youth and innocence with the high opinion Sean has of him. I'm not sure whether my words just now made sense, but I adore that Sean loves Orlando for his youth but that this neverever means that he doesn't take him seriously / just finds him endearing or something. - As Sean is with Orlando, I'm quite in love with this.

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Date: 2009-02-08 10:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Then, I love the combination of Orlando's youth and innocence with the high opinion Sean has of him. I'm not sure whether my words just now made sense, but I adore that Sean loves Orlando for his youth but that this neverever means that he doesn't take him seriously / just finds him endearing or something.

It makes perfect sense. And I'm glad it worked & didn't seem abrupt or too soon or OOC that Sean would just wake up one day, look at Orlando snoring & say, hey, you know what, I'm in love. *laughs*

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Date: 2009-02-08 10:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Oooooh, so much love for Orlando AND Sean being secret Spice Girls fanboys. I don't care whether that's the silliest British cliché ever, but back in the 1990s the Spice girls were, like, Britishness personified for me :).

Well, given that this fic takes place in 2000, the Spice Girls were still totally relevant. *g* And I happen to love the hell out of them.


It's really really really great that you wrote a male car conversation about thighs, too. Because hey, it's talking about Sean's and Karl's thighs, there can never be anything better, right? Also, it's pretty awesome that Orlando worships literally every bit of these two, thighs so very definitely included :). Orli is in luuuuurve.


There should be a lot more conversations about Karl & Sean's thighs. *nods* And Orlando would like to remind you that he is NOT in love with Karl, and please don't suggest it, because he'd be teased until the day he died over it. *g*

I also quite love the way Orlando brings Jerry back into the conversation and I adore that apparently after fucking they spend their time before dozing off gossiping about the rest of the cast.

And that Orlando discusses his very favorite topic - Harry & Karl - with Jerry. After sex. I mean, who DOES that???? *shakes head*

I quite adore this bit because it's such a neat and subtle characterisation of Sean (modest being a real good look for him, especially worn with a slight touch of sneaky) and of Orlando's feelings for him - and ultimately (given the self irony in the end) of Orlando himself, too.


Yes, all of that. You make me sound so clever.


Naaaw, isn't this the sweetest thing ever? In Bean terms I suppose this is as close to a proposal as it gets *hearts*


Pretty much, yeah. *g*

Listening to them is like eavesdropping on a couple that's been together for a really long time but that you only get to know now - you can always hear the affection and ultimate understanding between the two of them, even if you're always left with a slight sense of not-completely-getting it.

Omg, exactly!!! I think I could spend years writing them & not scratch the surface of who they are to each other. They've been the biggest surprise in writing this, to be honest. I had no idea I could write this pairing again & make it interesting.

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Date: 2009-02-13 09:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sparkedbylore.livejournal.com
Said it was like watching two puzzle pieces connecting.
Oooh! Love that analogy.

"I'm really sorry," Orlando repeated, for what had to be the hundredth time that hour.
Oh kiss him and shut him up already! As if the rain's his fault.

"Orlando, if you apologize again, I promise, I'll toss yer ass out into the rain,"
Oh! I prefer my approach thank you. *snicker*

"Not too many people know the fine art of how to laugh at their friends."

Orlando gave Sean his most serious, no-nonsense look. "I'll always make fun of you, Sean," he vowed, and was rewarded by Sean's surprised bark of laughter.

You are brilliant!

No matter where Karl's work took him, he never felt as much at peace as he did on this corner of the earth, with Harry beside him.
So comfy. So secure.

"But you, of all people, should know better than to try to push people where they're not ready to go."
I'm really not sure which of them isn't ready. Especially since they already are whatever it is he thinks he/they aren't ready to be. (Gads! that was awkward.)

And, standing there, looking down at the slack features of the man that he considered to be one of the brightest and best people he'd ever met, in the fussy living room of a stranger's house in the middle of nowhere, clad only in his boxers and shivering slightly from the chill of the morning air, Sean Bean's heart tumbled completely, irrevocably, and totally into love.
Oh my. Beautiful picture, lucky man, lucky readers.

Karl was definitely going to be insufferable about this.
Let's hear it for the grounded ones! (Both of them.)

Thank you.

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Date: 2009-02-14 04:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Oh! I prefer my approach thank you. *snicker*

I like your approach better myself. Unfortunately, Sean & Orlando aren't quite there yet. *g*

Let's hear it for the grounded ones! (Both of them.)

Yeah, this thing would have been much more of a pain in the ass without them. *g*

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