Interludes and Whispers: Addicted to Love
The little AU: Interludes and Whispers: Addicted to Love
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Crack!fic
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The stereo turned up as loud as it will go, VH1 'Top Ten Music Videos of All Time' on.
At least something's on somewhere. All he's got on are loose trousers, braces, and necklaces, and a wanton expression as he pounds his feet on the floor in rhythm with the bass as his head bobs sharply toward his imaginary guitar/drums/lover. The sand from his feet bounces on the floor in time to the pounding. The Cat watches, expressionless, from the bay window.
Viggo watches, amused, from the studio door, catching glimpses through the window of this animal-man prancing and pounding out the tune.
Karl on the other hand sheds all but boxers, slips on a boa hanging off a hook behind the closet door, some prize from an event earlier in the year, and heads on out to join the party. He's been paying attention: comes right in on the chorus with his hands on either side of Orlando's unbelted waist, chanting
Might as well face it
You're addicted to love
Might as well face it
You're addicted to love
Might as well face it
You're addicted to love
Might as well face it
You're addicted to love
Viggo has no choice. He's come inside, pulled the belt out of his torn Levi's, and slipped a mix into the CD player: Where Robert Palmer lets the song go, Tina picks it up again, Huey Lewis takes a spin, then a pair of kids Orli liked at the Brits a couple of years ago.
The men Orlando is not don't look at each other from their posts in the studio, but they smile, nonetheless... Addicted to love they whisper to each other, the hot sexy scent of it rising like incense over the house at the end of the bluff road as the music plays on, and the men dance.
The video for download, should you desire
slashfairy
G
Crack!fic
~~
The stereo turned up as loud as it will go, VH1 'Top Ten Music Videos of All Time' on.
At least something's on somewhere. All he's got on are loose trousers, braces, and necklaces, and a wanton expression as he pounds his feet on the floor in rhythm with the bass as his head bobs sharply toward his imaginary guitar/drums/lover. The sand from his feet bounces on the floor in time to the pounding. The Cat watches, expressionless, from the bay window.
Viggo watches, amused, from the studio door, catching glimpses through the window of this animal-man prancing and pounding out the tune.
Karl on the other hand sheds all but boxers, slips on a boa hanging off a hook behind the closet door, some prize from an event earlier in the year, and heads on out to join the party. He's been paying attention: comes right in on the chorus with his hands on either side of Orlando's unbelted waist, chanting
Might as well face it
You're addicted to love
Might as well face it
You're addicted to love
Might as well face it
You're addicted to love
Might as well face it
You're addicted to love
Click to viewViggo has no choice. He's come inside, pulled the belt out of his torn Levi's, and slipped a mix into the CD player: Where Robert Palmer lets the song go, Tina picks it up again, Huey Lewis takes a spin, then a pair of kids Orli liked at the Brits a couple of years ago.
The men Orlando is not don't look at each other from their posts in the studio, but they smile, nonetheless... Addicted to love they whisper to each other, the hot sexy scent of it rising like incense over the house at the end of the bluff road as the music plays on, and the men dance.
The video for download, should you desire