Title: The Moose, the Tree, and the Irish Writer
Author: Sairalinde
Type: HET Fan Fic
Pairing: Viggo/OFC
Rating: R
Beta: Glorfindel
Disclaimer: This never happened…this is total fiction…Viggo is a real person but I
make no claims on him other than he is ready made for writing a romance story
about. Artist/Actor/Poet all that jazz perfect fodder for a romance story, saved me
a lot of time making up a character is all. The female character is a figment of my
deranged imagination from reading far too many cheesy romance novels.
Peripheral characters of Sean Bean and Orlando Bloom are also not mine
obviously and do NOT have a relationship as far as I know. This was written in
fun that's all. All other characters are fictitious.
Feedback: Yes please send to sairalinde@hornofgondor.com
Archiving: Yes but ask first please.
Summary/Notes:Viggo meets an Irish writer in a most unusual way. Love story.

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[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12]

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Chapter 9

When they arrived back at the house they took their purchases in and started putting them away. It was already after noon and Tabby had put the kettle on while they worked. They sat down and had a cup of tea and ate some sandwiches she hadn't even noticed that Viggo had bought for them.

Viggo reached across the table after they were finished and squeezed her hand. "Tabby…I am glad you are here…really I am…I have to say though that I am feeling a bit unstable right now…unsure of myself." He admitted.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Ever since I met you it seems my world has tilted somewhat and I haven't been able to find my feet yet. I know we haven't even known each other a week yet, but…I…" Viggo was unsure if he should finish this now.

"We haven't known each other a week but what?" She prompted with her green eyes sparkling.

Viggo knew he had to say it…he couldn't say it in English though. He took a deep breath and said it quickly, "Táim i ngrá leat." Then everything he was feeling seemed to fall in order…it clicked. He had fallen in love with her the moment he saw her.

She looked at him, she knew what he said in Gaelic and it took her a moment. He had said he had fallen in love with her. She smiled at him.

"I love you." He repeated in English softly.

She smiled. "Gráim thú." She said reverently. (I love you, too.)

He stood then pulling her into his arms. He took her mouth quickly, one hand tangling into her hair scattering pins onto the kitchen floor. She could feel his heat and strength as he plunged her deeper into the kiss, demanding every drop of sweetness her mouth could provide. Her body reacted like her blood was on fire. A slow ache began growing in the center of her being and seeping all over her
body. She moaned softly which drove him even deeper still. Finally his mouth left her lips and slid down her chin to her throat, each place his lips touched her skin it was set ablaze. Her hands had wound themselves into his hair and she realized she was breathing in short shuddering breaths.

His hands had left her hair and were traveling along her face, her jaw as his lips left her throat and kissed her face. Soft like butterfly wings fluttering he kissed her cheeks, her chin, her nose, and her closed eyes. She was exquisite and she was his.

He whispered against her ear. "Tá tú go h-álainn, grá mo chroí." (You are beautiful, love of my heart.)

She sighed as he nipped at her ear lobe…his hands traveled down her back to her waist and then slowly back up her sides until his thumbs met the curve of her breasts. She sucked in a breath as his fingers traced the soft swell. She was trembling now under his touch and when his fingers brushed against her nipple her gasp ripped through him, the sound of it, the sensation of her body arching
against his almost made his knees buckle.

Then he turned slightly and swept her into his arms and began carrying her through the house to his room…their room.

Once inside he kicked the door closed and set her down. He pulled her back to him and kissed her again, his breath hitching inside his chest each time she moaned or gasped. He had never felt such need before, and he wanted to take her quickly but he also wanted this time, this first time to be perfect. Perfect, like her.

Slowly he pushed her sweater off her shoulders until it fell to the floor…then he caressed her arms through the soft material of her dress. His hands slid to her neckline and slowly began opening the buttons that ran down the length of her dress. Each button undone revealed soft porcelain skin that he tasted with his lips and tongue. Each time eliciting a wondrous sigh from her that set his blood
boiling.

Once he unbuttoned the dress to her waist he pushed the dress down her shoulders and let it slip silently to the floor. Now she was in front of him in just a bra, panties, and high heel shoes which she stepped out of. Her hands were then on his collar, unbuttoning his shirt and her soft hands slipping inside the material to feel the hard warmth there. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and then he
pulled her close again. His mouth descending upon hers again was making everything turn golden behind her eyes. Her hands tugged at his waistband and finally he slid his own hands there and his pants were soon in a puddle at his feet.

He worked her bra off and once her breasts were freed he whispered, "God, you are so beautiful."

Her breasts fit perfectly in his palms and no longer able to resist, he lowered his head and tasted them. She moaned, deep in her throat and whispered I love you in Gaelic again. "Gráim thú, Viggo."

He picked her up and carried her to the bed laying her down gently. He kissed her softly on the lips and then kissed down her body until he came to her stomach. She gasped when his tongue darted into her belly button and his hands slid her panties off. When she lifted her hips allowing him to pull them off he had to bite his lip and clamp down on his control. Then he stood up and quickly removed his
boxers before lying down beside her again. He craved the feel of her soft skin against his.

"You are so beautiful, so soft, so lovely." He whispered between kisses that traveled down her chest. When his hand moved down across her stomach, he felt her arch and he smiled against her skin. His hand moved lower to the juncture of her legs, he cupped her lightly, she was damp and hot and he groaned when she arched up toward his touch again. Slowly he slid his fingers down until she
gasped when he touched her most sensitive spot. His mouth found her breast again and began teasing her nipple with teeth and tongue as his fingers moved below. She was arching against him again with soft whimpering sounds coming from her throat. Then her body stiffened slightly as sudden waves of pleasure captured her, she called out his name and then stilled against him. Her mind left in a pleasurable fog. He kissed her lips and then moved to settle himself between her thighs.

She whispered, "Please." And he smiled.

She was so small, so deliciously tight; it used every ounce of willpower to not thrust greedily into her. Instead he moved slowly, torturously slow until he was sheathed inside of her warmth. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and arched up so that he could fill her even more fully and then he began to move. Slowly at first until she looked up at him and said, "Please, Viggo, faster." He did
exactly as she asked moving faster and faster as her body gripped around him. Her next climax spiked through her like lightening and she screamed out his name and several words in Gaelic he didn't recognize. Viggo was feeling his control slip as her body convulsed around him and then he felt himself explode within her. He collapsed on top of her breathing heavily and then rolled to the side and
gathered her close against him. He kissed her temple. "I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too." She said back rubbing her hand along his shoulder.

The afternoon sun was streaming into the room, but both of them slipped into sleep. When she woke up Viggo was watching her. "Hi." He said softly, reaching out to brush a wayward curl from her cheek.

"Mmmm how long have you been watching me sleep?" She asked stretching.

"Not too long…I imagine that Sean and Orlando will be back soon though." He said softly.

"I suppose we should go start dinner then. You know we spend an awful lot of time in the kitchen." She said laughing then.

"Yes, seems we do." He agreed. He got up and grabbed his boxers and put them on. She watched him and he turned looking at her.

"What?" He asked as he tugged on his jeans.

"You have an amazing body." She said smiling as he handed her panties to her.

"So do you." He said handing her bra to her as well.

He grabbed his shirt and walked out the door putting it on. She finished getting dressed and went downstairs.

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Once again in the kitchen she giggled when she found Viggo on his knees gathering her scattered hairpins. She put them in her pocket and then set about cleaning up the kitchen from lunch so they could start dinner for Sean and Orlando.

"Are they normally gone this long hiking?" She asked.

"No, I don't imagine they went much further than the tree line until they stopped and went to sleep out there. I know the two of them all too well." Viggo said as he wiped down the kitchen table.

Tabby was standing at the sink rinsing berries when she saw the two of them walking back over the rise. "There they are."

When they came in the backdoor she already had tea ready. Sean collapsed into a chair and gratefully took a cup.

"So?" Viggo asked.

"It's beautiful here Viggo…truly, and I am exhausted. I am getting too old to go traipsing about in the woods. I am not like you." Sean said sitting back and looking at him. He cocked his head to the side and noticed that Viggo's shirt was not buttoned correctly. Apparently their getting out of the house was a good thing.

Viggo went over to get something out of one of the cabinets and put his arm around Tabby's waist pulling her to him. She smiled and looked up at him.

Orlando noticed and smiled at Sean waggling his eyebrows. Sean had to suppress a chuckle at that.

"So what have you two been up to?" Orlando asked taking a sip of tea.

"We went to the farmers market and went by to see Kate. When we came back, put everything up and had lunch then we took a nap." Viggo lied smiling at Tabby.

She tried not to smile back but had difficultly.

"Nap huh? Guess that's why your shirt is buttoned wrong and her sweater is on inside out?" Sean asked with humor in his voice.

Viggo looked down and groaned and Tabby made a strange sound in her throat and took off her cardigan and turned it correctly. Orlando and Sean chuckled.

"Seems you two definitely had a good afternoon." Orlando said smiling coyly.

"Yes almost as good as ours I should say." Sean said toasting Orlando with his cup of tea.

Viggo rolled his eyes. "If you don't stop teasing we won't feed either of you."
Tabby scolded.

Sean said getting up as if on cue, "Well I guess we better get cleaned up, eh Orli?"

The two men left for their rooms while Viggo and Tabby continued to work in the kitchen preparing dinner. They shared a few kisses while they worked.

Soon they were all gathered in the kitchen eating and talking. After dinner was over and the kitchen straightened up Viggo and Tabby brought a tray with dessert into the living room so they could all enjoy it in front of the fire.

"This really is amazing." Orlando said tasting the dessert.

"Yes it is. What is it?" Sean asked.

"It's actually a combined recipe", Viggo explained, "its Danish and Irish I suppose, Rødgrød med fløde and one of Tabby's grandmother's recipes for brownies."

"The brownies are a variation on Irish Whiskey Cake actually." Tabby added.

Sean smiled. "I thought the chocolate part tasted somewhat familiar. And this Rødgrød med fløde it's a berry soup, Viggo?"

"Yes, we thought they would be good together." Viggo answered.

"They certainly are…Elijah would be so jealous of me right now." Orlando said smiling.

Sean smiled. "You two certainly work well together…odd how you met just last week. You'd think the two of you had known each other for years."

"Hmmm" Viggo responded patting Tabby's thigh next to his on the couch.

After dessert Viggo said, "We never looked at the photos."

"What? Oh we didn't, did we?" Tabby said surprised she had forgotten about them.

"What photos?" Orlando asked.

"The ones I took the day Tabby arrived and the day after…they are in the dark room." Viggo said standing and pulling Tabby up with him.

They went to the dark room and Viggo flipped on the light. Sean and Orlando were in the studio milling around looking at various half finished works Viggo had scattered around. Sean walked to a sketchpad and pointed. "Have a look."

Orlando looked and it was a lovely sketch of Tabby. "Beautiful." Orlando whispered.

They walked out of the dark room with the photos. "Here they are…and here is who caused Tabby to land up in my life." Displaying a photo of the moose.

Sean laughed and took a look as Viggo laid them on the table. "These are magnificent Viggo…the lighting, my God." Orlando gushed.

"Tabby developed them…well with my help but she did every step right along with me." Viggo said proudly.

"Bravo, dear, bravo. It's not as easy as one might think…Viggo taught me how and I still screw it up from time to time." Orlando said smiling.

Tabby blushed.

Sean said, "Well I hate to beg out early but I am exhausted…goodnight all."

Orlando yawned. "I am pretty wiped out myself…no hiking tomorrow! Goodnight."

After they left Viggo and Tabby returned to the living room and cleaned it up and put the dishes in the dishwasher. They didn't talk just worked companionably the entire time. When they were done Viggo pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead. "Let's go to our room now."

Tabby didn't miss that he said "our room".

Once they were upstairs Viggo pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply stealing her breath away. "Too many clothes." He murmured as he pushed her sweater off and then began unbuttoning her dress. She stopped him and reached down pulling the dress up over her head…she hadn't bothered with her panties after all. Viggo grinned wickedly at that. "Oh I like this kind of surprise."

She giggled and said; "Now you are the one with too many clothes."

He fixed that problem quickly then buried his hands in her hair kissing her again. They finally tumbled into the bed. This time there was no patience in him; he wanted her now, fast, white-hot heat. Everything about him was hard this time, no sweetness, no slow torture this time. He used his fingers to send her crashing mercilessly from peak to peak. Her vision blurred but she could still see him his
eyes burning into hers as if flames danced within their depths. She cried out his name, sobbed it out as he pulled her up to her knees. Using his hands to mold her as if she was a piece of clay she was helpless against his assault. She bowed back, shuddering when his teeth scraped down her throat to her breast where he teased and nipped with his teeth and tongue all the while his fingers continuing to
drive her higher and higher.

He couldn't think…all he could do was feel; control no longer existed. He wanted her bucking and screaming under him. He pushed her back onto the bed and he started kissing at her mouth and worked his way down feasting on her. When his tongue plunged into her she gasped and arched off the bed. Pressure continued to build and explode inside her over and over again. The only thing she
could think was he was doing incredible, wicked things to her and she didn't want him to ever stop. Her climax was like a fist driving into her soul. He slid over her sweat-slicked body gripping her hips and drove himself inside her. She stifled a scream against the back of her hand as he moved within her plunging deeper each time she arched to meet him. He watched as he saw in her eyes…the fire
burning there and in that final plummet her eyes darkened and sparked as her muscles contracted around him and he plummeted himself spewing words in Danish, which she didn't understand.

He collapsed on top of her kissing her neck then rolling still buried within her until she lay on top of him. Her coppery curls fell against his chest like silk. They were still trying to catch their breath.

"I'm sorry." Viggo said at last.

"Why?" She asked.

"I lost control." He said rubbing his hand down her back.

"So did I." She said simply…then she kissed him sweetly tasting herself on his lips.

"I love you." He said softly as his eyes drifted shut.

"I love you too." She said sliding off of him and pulling the covers over them. Then they fell asleep with the lights on.

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