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The sweetest
thing ~ a glimpse into the Green Glass future
by
Bluespirit
Fandom: LotR RPS
Pairing: SB/OB
Rating: G
Warning: An alternate universe romance.
Summary: A glimpse of our boys ten years on from the events of 'Green
Glass'.
Series: Green Glass Universe
Word count: ~600
Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. The author is not
making any claims as to the real life sexualities or preferences of the
people portrayed here. This is purely for entertainment, not profit.
Notes:
1. A time-stamp prompt ficlet for Rifleman_s
who asked ‘Well I guess you know what I'm going to ask for! Yes, it's
got to be Green Glass hasn't it?? What will 10 years have brought to their
lives?’
2. It's been a lot of fun revisiting this universe - I do love these boys
so ♥ - & I must thank Rifleman_s
for nudging me to write in it again.
3. Holiday hugs to the lovely Lantean_drift
for the beta.
“So, my Mum
and Sam have got their tickets, yeah?” Orlando asked, rushing past
Sean into the bedroom. His dress shirt was unbuttoned, flapping open as
he flew by, and Sean felt a pang of disappointment as glorious tanned
skin was covered when he finally managed to fumble it closed.
Sean followed and nodded. “They’ve got their tickets and the car
will be there for them with plenty of time to spare. No need to
worry.”
“Okay, yeah I remember now,” Orlando sighed, leaving the collar stud
undone and struggling the last emerald cufflink into place with an
impatient huff. “Oh, what about Craig and Dave? Did they get a
babysitter for Libby? They are coming aren’t they?” he asked
suddenly, a panicked frown wrinkling his brow.
Sean walked over and pulled Orlando into his arms, holding him close.
“Everything’s organised, baby,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to
sweet-smelling curls. “No one would miss this; Elijah and Karl have
even flown back early from the exhibition in New York, just for your big
night. Now, take a nice deep breath and calm down, okay?” He stroked
the nape of Orlando’s neck, the chain of his charm necklace warm where
it lay nestled below the crispness of the stiff, white collar.
“Everything’s taken care of - it’s going to be all right.”
Orlando took a breath and just seemed to melt against Sean’s chest,
pressing his face into the curve of his neck, lips warm and sweet
against Sean’s skin. “Sorry,” Orlando mumbled. “Jus’ nervous.
Y’ know.”
“I know, baby,” Sean smiled gently and tipped Orlando’s chin up
until he could see into troubled brown eyes. “But there really is
nothing to worry about. This is your night - don’t forget to enjoy
yourself.”
Orlando smiled, a small, hesitant curl of soft lips that grew stronger
as Sean smiled back. “Want to help me with my tie? You know I can
never get it right,” he grinned.
“I know,” Sean chuckled, fastening the platinum stud at Orlando’s
neck and reaching for the loose ends of the black silk bow tie. “But I
get double the practice - tying my own and yours,” he said, making
quick work of the knot. He reached for Orlando’s dinner jacket and
helped him into it, smoothing his hands across the shoulders and sliding
them down the lapels.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Jeeves,” Orlando giggled,
and then his eyes grew serious. “I really don’t, you know. I love
you so much,” he whispered, emotion lighting his face like the summer
sun.
Sean cupped Orlando’s cheeks in his palms, drawing him closer, and
kissed him slowly, a soft promise as their lips touched. “I love you
too, baby… and I always will.”
The clock in the hall chimed the hour and Sean reluctantly took a step
back. “Time to go, sweetheart. You ready?”
Orlando let out a deep breath and nodded, his eyes warm and happy, with
just a flash of nervous excitement. “Yeah, yeah - I think so. Um, wish
me luck?”
“No need,” Sean said, taking Orlando’s hand as they left the
bedroom. He smiled as he heard the familiar, comforting clink as their
matching gold bands nestled together. “You deserve this. I’m so very
proud of you….”
~*~
“And this year’s Olivier Award for Best Actor goes to,” there was
a breathless silence as the gilt-edged envelope was opened, “Orlando
Bloom!”
The end
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