Score: a present, from princessofg
The little AU: Interludes and Whispers: Score
princessofg
PG
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Because she asked for writing prompts in comments. She keeps doing this. I love it.
Karl/Viggo/Orli
prompt: TV watching and chocolate and distraction
"No, you don't GET it," Karl insisted, standing there in front of the entertainment center in Orlando's flat, waving the remote, as the blue light washed over him and the over-orchestrated semi-classical music swelled. "The UK gets these episodes way before we do, and tonight's the season 10 premiere, and --"
Orlando plucked the remote away from him and clicked off the television, the silence and dark coming down abruptly. It took Karl's eyes a moment to adjust to the dimness, with the only light coming in from the kitchen, and in that moment Orlando had wound arms around his shoulders and pressed his hips against Karl's.
"YOU don't get it. Words cannot convey to you the depth of my disinterest in Stargate."
"Uninterest," Viggo supplied from the kitchen.
"Whatever," Orlando said, but Karl wasn't paying attention, because Orlando was nuzzling his lips now, pressing against him, and, oh yes, Viggo'd been making something involving chocolate in there, because that's what Orli tasted of... chocolate, and lust, and you know? Television could wait. There was always youtube, after all.
They tripped over the remote on the way to the big leather sofa, but Karl didn't really notice.
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princessofg
PG
~~
Because she asked for writing prompts in comments. She keeps doing this. I love it.
Karl/Viggo/Orli
prompt: TV watching and chocolate and distraction
"No, you don't GET it," Karl insisted, standing there in front of the entertainment center in Orlando's flat, waving the remote, as the blue light washed over him and the over-orchestrated semi-classical music swelled. "The UK gets these episodes way before we do, and tonight's the season 10 premiere, and --"
Orlando plucked the remote away from him and clicked off the television, the silence and dark coming down abruptly. It took Karl's eyes a moment to adjust to the dimness, with the only light coming in from the kitchen, and in that moment Orlando had wound arms around his shoulders and pressed his hips against Karl's.
"YOU don't get it. Words cannot convey to you the depth of my disinterest in Stargate."
"Uninterest," Viggo supplied from the kitchen.
"Whatever," Orlando said, but Karl wasn't paying attention, because Orlando was nuzzling his lips now, pressing against him, and, oh yes, Viggo'd been making something involving chocolate in there, because that's what Orli tasted of... chocolate, and lust, and you know? Television could wait. There was always youtube, after all.
They tripped over the remote on the way to the big leather sofa, but Karl didn't really notice.
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