moldava | Silly!Fic

I swear I have not been smoking bad dope, I've no idea where this jumped out of... I was writing a totally innocent email to

liars_dance when this bunny attacked.
I guess it means that it's for her *g*

Title: The Bodice Ripper
Author:

moldava
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: not mine
Archive: Rugbytackling; Green Opals
Notes: the book back cover is a mix of covers from Stephanie Laurens's books.
Dedicated to my beloved

liars_dance

Viggo slipped into his seat and fastened his seat-belt, darting a quick look at the passenger already settled in the window seat.

A woman..
She didn't look like she might be a nuisance, though.
Forty-something, power-suit, sleek streaked hair...
She just gave him a withering glance and whipped a paperback as thick as a brick out of her Prada bag.

Viggo waited until he could see that she was engrossed in it, then shifted a bit in his seat so that he could give a peek at what it was. He was always curious to see what books people were reading, and he was doubly curious to see what a woman like this one would be reading.. Some management handbook, he was willing to bet..

Slowly, very slowly he twisted around, ostensibly look out of the window as the plane taxied to the take-off strip.

His sharp intake of breath made the woman's head lift up from the book and eye him warily. He just faked a bout of coughing and offered an apologetic grimace, doing his best to look innocent and harmless until the carefully coiffed head bent down on the book again and Viggo could resume his fascinated study of its back cover.

He would never know the book's title and author, he thought almost wistfully, but now he did know what the book was. He nodded to himself and smirked. Oh yes, he'd heard talk about these books.. bodice-rippers they were called. He squirmed nonchalantly in his seat and studied the image on the back cover again, utterly fascinated.

A couple, apparently perched on the very edge of a cliff, a moonlit shore down below.

The man was tall and had a blond, tousled mane. He was clad in extremely tight high-waisted black pants and polished boots. A Regency? mused Viggo, his eyes zeroing in on the white billowing shirt open to the waist and displaying a smooth chest corded with muscles, with small tight nipples very much in evidence.

The woman was a buxom little thing who was trying to climb up the man's legs while wearing a dress in which all the fabric seemed to have slithered around her legs and none was left to cover her abundant tits, pressed of course against the man's upper stomach.

She was granted only a cursory glance before Viggo's gaze turned again to the blond man. Fuck, he looked so much like Sean being Sharpe.. thought Viggo licking lips that had suddenly gone dry as his eyes morphed the man on the book into the man that was always filling his mind until only remote, rusty corners of it remained functional for everyday brain activity.

Forgetting all about the woman and her book, Viggo slid down into his seat and allowed himself to slip into a reverie that quickly turned into sleep. He didn't notice the plane taking off or the stewardess draping a blanket on him and fiddling with the back of his seat to make him more comfortable.

He was lost in a dream that mixed Sean, Sharpe and himself.

He was the one on that moonlit cliff, bare-chested and hooking his leg around the hip of the blond man with unbelievably long legs and devilish green eyes, pressing himself wantonly against the bulge under the tight high-waisted pants. His was the hand moving in slow circles on the smooth, bare chest pushing aside the open, billowing shirt to torment the small tight nipples. His was the hand that reached up to tangle in the blond mane to bring the man's head down for a lewd, heated kiss.

Slowly they moved out of the square window Viggo had of the scene, the book back cover.. There was a tree a few steps back from the cliff and suddenly he felt its bark against the bare skin of his back as the blond man pressed him into the trunk, gathering Viggo's wrists in one of his hands and pinning them above his head as his booted foot nudged Viggo's feet apart and the other hand quickly opened his trousers.

The night air on his cock should have felt cooling, but it only served to excite Viggo even more and his hips jerked forward. A soft chuckle and the noise of buttons being quickly dealt with was the only response to his needy whimper.

In the moonlight he could see the blond man's hand flash before his mouth and the man's tongue dart out to slick it before the hand moved down to the blond's cock, pumping it leisurely, slicking it with spit and precome.

There was no other preliminary, just the feel of a thick, blunt head pushing into him, burning as he desperately tried to relax and loosen his clenched inner muscles. Tears stung his eyes and he furiously blinked them back, because there was nothing he wanted more than this.. to be filled, to be taken by this man..

And suddenly he was open, made loose by the rough hand that had closed around his own cock, moving in long leisurely strokes, fingers tightening in a ring around the head and making him moan softly for more. And the man's shaft was in him deep, lifting him off his feet with slow upward thrusts as his ears were filled with the man's harsh breathing and with his own moans.

They came together, breaths stopping and whooshing out as a single breath in much the same way as semen gushed from bodies, joined in pleasure.

Viggo felt the weight of the blond head on his shoulder, hiding in the curve of his neck and nuzzled into the thick hair, suddenly feeling confused and overwhelmed, dizzy.

He could feel someone shaking him and blinked, startled to meet the concerned eyes of the stewardess.

"I'm sorry to wake you up, sir, but we will be landing at Heathrow in half an hour. I thought you might like to have a bit of time to refresh yourself before that. You've slept like a baby throughout the flight, you must have been very tired.." she beamed at him like a proud mother and moved on.

Viggo stretched and rotated his shoulders, feeling stiff. And that was not the only stiff thing, he suddenly realized, grateful for the blanket covering his groin and for the fact that he had chosen to wear for the flight comfortable baggy pants and a loose, longish shirt.

He stood up to go to the toilet and as he did so he gave a quick look at the woman seated next to him.

She must have remained awake reading her book through the entire flight, cause she seemed to have made considerable progress into it. She looked flushed and happy, Viggo noticed, thinking that he probably looked the same after his dream. He nodded and smiled at her and she eyed him doubtfully but smiled back before burying her nose again in the book.

The plane was already bumping through the thick blanket of clouds above Heathrow when Viggo returned to his seat, refreshed and composed and eager to be there already.

Landing and passport control and luggage claim flew past in a blur and he was soon throwing himself into the arms of the tall blond man wearing dark pants and a white sweatshirt who was waiting for him.

"Hey, missed me, have you?" the man murmured softly, the accent in his beautiful voice more pronounced than usual, the way it always did when he was excited.

"Dreamed of you on the plane," Viggo nuzzled into the man's neck taking deep breaths to fill his lungs with the scent of his skin. "You were Sharpe and Mellors and yourself all rolled into one. You were the ultimate bodice ripper.."

"Been drinking the complimentary booze on the plane, have you love? Well, let's go home and you can tell me all about it. I'll even rip your clothes off if you ask me nicely. I'll probably rip them off even if you don't ask me to. Been needing you crazily.." Sean shouldered one of Viggo's bags and started to move towards the exit. Viggo grabbed the handle of his trolley and followed.

As he walked at Sean's side his eyes met those of the woman who'd been seated next to him on the plane and who was also headed towards the exit. The woman's eyes fixed on Sean and widened, studying him closely, then they turned to Viggo and winked, awed. Viggo grinned and winked back.

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