Somedays More Than Others . PG13 Fandom: LOTRPS. Dom/Orlando Words: 450 Disclaimer: The pretties aren’t mine, I just love to play. Notes: Written in Dom's POV. Summary: It's the little things between Dom and Orlando
I watched him as he wrapped some of his final scenes, mine were done a while ago yet I stayed around for the company of my friends. It was nice, it was a family away from home. I hadn't been back to Manchester in a while and while I missed home I had found new comfort here with my family of 3+ years. A family that I had shared everything with.
I still remember those nights, the memories. Some of the memories captured on film - thanks to Viggo, some not captured on film but captured as a flash-bulb scene that loved to replay in my head.
That night for the Two Towers sunrise shoot, I wasn't scheduled anywhere near there yet I wanted to be there, all because he was going to be there.
I felt like an idiot and Bill could see it.
He took the piss out on me, every rib at my expense. I grew used to it and thankfully he didn't do it much 'round the rest of the cast, that was the last thing I needed - to have to explain why I can't look at one of my other castmates without feeling like a blushing schoolgirl.
Thankfully or maybe not, he knew. I thought I had done a good job keeping my thoughts to myself, guess not.
Saturday - I'm on the way to the pub for a brew and he hollers down the hall to me to 'wait up'; I could feel the problem getting worse. Thankfully all he wanted was to join me for the pub trip - not a bad idea 'cept I went there to get thoughts out of m'head; not to put more in. But's not like I can just say that and not give him an explanation...so off to the pub we went.
I was lucky I could remember anything the morning next, we had gotten piss drunk. Singin' long with the jukebox and swingin' our brews about like a bunch of sodden drunk soldiers after a wearying battle.
First thought of the next mornin' was - "Urggh, room to bright," and as I turned to try and block the invading sun from my view, the next thought - as I encountered a lump next to me - was, "Umm, do I wanna see what's in bed next to me?"
Yeah, we must have gotten incredibly pissed as there he lay across from me, I imagine we both looked like we'd wandered the streets all night. Probably looked better suited for the morgue too.
Well I saw the fuzzy outline of his shirt and I could feel the roughness of my jeans, so we were still dressed, that was a plus. Right?