| Title: Souvenir Author: Jo Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Viggo Mortensen Rating: PG Summary: Viggo gets an unexpected Christmas gift. Disclaimer: Didn't happen. Well, it might have, but they didn't tell me. In other words, I made the whole thing up, yo. Notes: For the "Christmas in New Zealand" challenge. And for Wendy's birthday. Yes, it's terribly late, but it's here. *mwah*
"What's it look like I'm doing?" "Writing." "You just answered your own question." "You can't be writing." "What?" "You. Can't be. Writing." "Sure I can." "Nope." "Why not? I have paper and a pen." "You have too much paper." "What?" "Too much paper. No bits and pieces. And no napkins." "Sometimes I do write on whole sheets, you know." "Sure you do." "I do." "If you say so." "Orlando, does this conversation have a point?" "Not really. Why?" "Because you're dripping on me." "That's because I'm wet." "You've been surfing. Of course you're wet." "Are you coming in?' "What?" "The water. Are you coming in?" "I think you've lost me again." "No, you're right there." "I was being facetious." "I know that. Now, are you coming in?" "Um, no." "Why not?" "Because I'm working on something." "Vig, it's Christmas day. You're not supposed to work." "It's not really work." "You just said...nevermind. If it's not work, it can wait." "But...." "C'mon, Vig. You said you'd come surfing with me today." "No, I said I'd come with you. Never said anything about surfing." "Viggo...." "Besides, the water's too cold." "We'll get you a wetsuit." "No thanks." "Aren't you always at the beach back home?" "Not always, no." "But enough, right?" "I suppose." "Then think of it as being home." "Orlando, it's cold back home." "But you live in L.A." "Santa Monica, actually." "Whatever." "Anyway, it's not always sunny and warm there. Especially in December." "That's what the wetsuit's for." "The answer's still no." "Vig, you said you would." "Never said I'd surf." "I asked if you wanted to come surfing with us, and you said yes." "Not quite what I meant." "It's what you said." "No." "Viggo...." "I don't know how to surf." "You live in L.A. and you don't know how to surf?" "Contrary to popular opinion, we're not all surfers there, you know." "I'm boggled." "You're daft. Go play in the water." "You said daft!" "So?" "Come in the water." "No." "C'mon. Karl and I'll teach you. It'll be our Christmas present to you." "Oh, no. Nonono." "It'll be fun." "Somehow I doubt it." "Please?" "Stop that." "Stop what?" "Looking at me like that." "Like this?" "Orlando...." "Please?" "Oh, for...fine." "Hooray!" "I'm going to regret this." "Nah, you'll have a great time."
"Damn." "What?" "The whole side of your face is purple." "I'm aware of that." "Pete's going to be pissed." "I know that, thank you." "Does it hurt?" "Of course it fucking hurts." "Grouchy." "What?" "Nothing." "Orlando...." "Gonna be a nasty bruise in the morning." "Yeah, thanks for reminding me." "First time I've ever seen anyone wipe out like that." "First time for everything." "Yeah, I guess. Should've ducked, though." "The board attacked me." "It didn't attack you." "It did." "Viggo, it's an inanimate object." "It still attacked me." "You're quite cute when you pout." "Tell me again why I let you talk me into that." "Because you love me." "You're never going to let me live that down, are you?" "Not in this lifetime, no." "Great." "I know." "You don't have to look so smug about it." "Viggo?" "What?" "Merry Christmas."
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