Title: Stains of Blue
Author: Laila

Rating: NC-17
Reasons: Graphic sex-scene, pwp-ish

Disclaimer: I don't own Viggo Mortensen and merely use him here for my and maybe your pleasure ;)

Main: Viggo

Length: About 3-5 Chapter

Summary: Just a little Idea that popped into my head after a date I had *blush*
Don't you think that pool is an incredibly sensual game?





Stains of Blue


His house was exactly how I had imagined it, though the word 'house' seemed barely appropriate for the huge mansion, surrounded by a flourishing green garden I stood in front of. I had dismissed the driver, who had gotten me from the airport, and now trying to regain my composure, I stood there on my own, brushing some folds out of my knee-long black skirt and white blouse.
I couldn't make myself move, couldn't do one more step towards that door, where He would wait for me. He, the man I had been dreaming, lusting, fantasising about for the last two years, for real, in blood and flesh. I had not believed it when I had received his letter, and neither did I now.
"Perceval Press" I could read in the header, next to the so significant white P on red ground. And signed it had been by Him.

"Miss Blake?" a loud voice ripped me out of my reverie and I spun around, there He stood, about a hundred feel away from me, faded jeans, torn and colour stained, bare feet and a quite simple clean, white shirt. I swallowed again, tried to stop my head from spinning, but finally walked towards Him, very well aware of the deep red colour my cheek had applied.
"Yap, that's me!" I said lowly when I reached Him and took the hand He offered me.
"I'm Viggo, a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Miss Blake!" He murmured not louder, but the sensual hoarse quality made me shake to my very core and I could barely hold back the whimper His very vocal chords seemed to elicit from my throat.
"Oh, the pleasure is all mine, and... and please call me Lily!" I breathed, not able yet to let go of His hand, which still held mine. What had I just said? I couldn't remember, I just hoped it hadn't been what I was thinking at the very moment, Please fuck me until I forget my name.

His smile was open and honest, very warm and determined. "I would love to." He said slowly, and I blushed deeper, did I hallucinated the sensual quality
"If you call me Viggo in return. Please come in!" He continued, a bit louder then before and gestured me into the house. "Straight down the corridor!"

Slowly I walked past the walls, closely hung with art of all kinds framed or unfrained, expensive pieces next to something completely unrecognizable ones; huge heaps of papers and paper boxes stood in the corners, and I couldn't take my eyes of all these beautiful proves of his artistry.
He chuckled behind me.
"Please excuse the mess, you won't believe it, Lily, but I am actually quite tidy. I just can't seem to be able to combine art and order."
I smiled and turned around to Him, feeling my heart flutter from the way He pronounced my name.
I chuckled politely in return, unable to say anything that would be worth passing my lips, of course I had to say something anyway. "Oh that's ok..." I mumbled finally, "You should see my place, and I'm not even a real artist!"

Not a real artist, that was a nice description for what I am, not really anything would be perfect. A bit of a writer, a bit of a photographer, a bit of a painter, a bit of a student, a bit of a woman, a bit of a girl - a bit of everything, a bit of nothing, too less to matter and too much to ignore.
That's why I was there anyway, after a bet with my best friend, whom I owed 50 bucks then, and a dedication in my book, I had sent some of my poetry, short prose, drawings and photographs to several publishers. No one had answered, and in a way it felt like a relieve, that I could let go of my obsession with art, could stop dreaming and start concentrating on what my parents would call a decent profession.
But it all turns out different, and especially then I had planned.
It was almost a year later when my mailbox contained a quite usual looking small letter - an invitation.
And there I was on my best way to make a fool of myself, where I originally was supposed to convince Viggo why my work is worth printing.

He chose to ignore my comment, probably because He stood above my pathetic, but - I promise - unintended, fishing for compliments.
"I prefer to have my business conversations in a relaxed atmosphere, is that alright with you?" He asked again, still behind me, I turned around and smiled relieved, that was indeed an idea to my liking.
"Sure!" I replied simply and even managed to elicit a small, softly amused smile from His lips.
"Good, then you can just..." He paused for a second and opened the door next to me, "wait here for me and I get us something to drink!"
He had vanished behind another door before I could react, so I did as He had suggested and a moment later I stood in a rather large room that didn't seem to fit at all into the dreamy poet picture I had of Him: A large pool table, a huge stereo, some comfy looking couches and a bar.
One could practically feel the light, maybe often drunken fun this room contained.

tbc...

OH Laila, please carry on! Viggo-sex! Can it get any better than that? ^^

It's great as always, lovely descriptions, very interesting! :yay:

Perfectly perfect. Wow.

Oh I loved this :D Great :laugh:

I completely love it that you write He and Him with a capital, hahaha.

Wonderful! More please!

1st reply!!

Laila!! OMG!! this is amzing!!! It remind me when I read All Yours (what happened with it) and well.. I'm so happy to read of your work again!!

This sounds so cool.. I loved this part:

A proper Adrienne thouhgt lOL!!

Keep the chaps coming!!!

My quote - type thingy ma-reply-bob lol

Oh, I'm loving this so far, Laila! Post more!

Woot! Viggo smut! With your writings, I might just like Viggo eventually lol...

that was great!!
this sounds so good!!
i can't wait for more!!

We are waiting for more Laila!!

wow Laila that was...FANTASTIC!!!
This girl sounds like me ^_^
Oh I love readin about Viggo especially when you write. You are the greatest! :bow: I love all of your work and this is grrrrrrrrrrrrreat!!!

I would post more but I have to go eat lunch now and lay down afterwards...I've got the flu :(

Anyways post more!! and I hope to talk to you soon! *huggles*


:fairy:
Christi

Smut + Viggo + Laila as a writer= Perfection!
Gorgeoussssssss!!!!!!
Especially after the pic Kierra gently sent me... eheheh! Ask me about it, Laila, when we are on MSN at the same time. YOU DEFINITELY NEED TO SE IT!
For... aerrrrrr *coughporncough* inspiration!
:love:

couldn't agree more! ^_^


:fairy:
Christi

Oh my God, Laila. I think you've just outdone yourself. Its absolutly brilliant!! It just reverberates sexual tension. Yum!!! I don't know how you do it, but you did it! You've made me have that little "dizziness" we were talking about... God, I can't wait for more.

:surrender:

:love: :love: :love:
Kimi

You know what i love about these stories?? that i started to love Viggo because of them!!

The way you described him, in every single detail, i mean, it's amazing ...

i'm starting to love this story, and i'm dying to find out what's next ....

Viggo ... --- a pool table ... --- my imagination : a big escene that i'm dying to read!

luvly
ANdie!

Hahaah Ursi, I think I have an idea which pic kierra sent you, seeing that I sent it to her.. ahahah.. but I bet Laila's already seen tha one ^_^

Anyway: I know readers who are constantly begging for more can be rather annoying, but I just can't help myself: PLEASE post some more of this already delicious story!

I am trying!
I swear I am!

I try to post tonight, ok?
But I have to learn...s o I can't promise anything...

hug
Laila

I had just sat down on one of the sofas when Viggo returned, with a bottle of wine, he smiled at me encouraging and got two beautifully shaped glasses out of a cupboard over the bar.
"Do you mind to set up the balls?" he asked gently while almost gently pouring some of the bordeaux coloured liquid into the glasses. I nodded, got up and fetched the colourful balls out of the device in the table.
"You know how to play, don't you?" he asked casually while handing me one of the glasses, I smiled flushing at the intensity his stare contained.
"Kind of..." I mumbled, tried to look away, but couldn't.
"That will be enough... now, what shall we drink to?" he asked, but answered himself without waiting for an answer, "Ah, I know - To your work, which aroused my interest in the most charming way."

I flushed even more, when we knocked the glasses to each other and the high pinched clink resonated in the room, his intense blue eyes were still locked with mine and I still tried to understand what he meant by his comment, for some reason it sounded unlike the usual compliment I have heard so far. But then again, it might be just my imagination, or wishful thinking, because I still seemed stripped off every rational, observing thought, felt like floating from cloud to cloud into the heights of heaven, or the depth of hell - I couldn't say.

He had put his glass onto a small table next to one of the sofas and gestured me to do the same while he offered me one of the shorter cues. I took it smiling and gave him my glass in return, which he put next to his onto the table.
"Go ahead..." he said lowly and, suppressing the tremor my body seemed to give into, I made my way to the opposite side of the large, green pool table, bent over and set the cue in position, softly running it over the back of my hand, securely set between two knuckles.
But at the moment I wanted to hit the white ball, I looked over to Viggo for a last reassuring glance, and suddenly got aware of his eyes, that lingered on my form. I trembled again, now extremely self-conscious about my ass, on which this position provided a clear view, and also my breasts which almost seemed to fall out of my neckline - the white ball went straight into one of the holes.

Viggo grinned, suppressing a chuckle, while I got up quickly and tried to pull down my skirt and fiddle with my blouse, my face must have applied a colour very much like the delicious red wine we had tasted earlier.
"Well... uhh... your turn!" I muttered, and took a few more deep sips of wine, avoiding his eyes.
Again his low, characteristic chuckle met my ears, "No, no, come'ere!" be murmured, taking my hand.
He had set the white ball back onto it's original spot and softly nudged me into the right position bending as well next to me.
"See, like this," he said, even lower now that he was so close. I could feel the warmth his body radiated and exhaled a shaky breath.
He pushed the cue slowly back and forth in the slight gap between his thumb and index-finger, "Take it slowly, softly... built up force and then push - easy... Now try it again!"

Now I was happy to literally lean onto the table, because my knees shook so hard that I doubted they would be able to carry me, slowly I imitated his position, the long shaft ran over my skin, unable to stop imagines to flood my mind.
"Now, slowly, focus... yes, that's it... and now push!"
I did it, and the colourful balls splattered all across the table, I sighed relived and regained a standing position, Viggo smiled at me. "Very good!"

He walked around the table a much longer, much thicker cue in his hand, if anything his slow strides resembled the movements of a cat, a big jungle cat, a tiger maybe - slow sensual, so flowing and radiating this incredible essence of strength and natural power.

When he bent over again I couldn't stop myself from letting my eyes travel over his incredibly well toned body, the curve of his neck, his spine, very visible through the thin fabric of his shirt, the soft hardness of his backside... the sound of colliding balls tore me out of my reverie and I turned my eyes back to the table early enough to witness two of the full coloured balls rolling straight into two holes.
"Wow..." I breathed smiling insecure, but he didn't seem to react to my eloquent compliment.

"Do you know what fascinated me about your work?" he suddenly changed topic, and took a sip of wine. I shook my head, it was true I had indeed no idea why of all applications he would choose mine for his limited annual resources.
"On the surface" he started slowly, aiming for another ball, "they cover themes as love, nature, faith... but every single piece, poetry, photography, prose, painting..." each of these four words had been emphasised by a soft push of the cue over his hand, "... contains the distinct atmosphere of... sex!"
The while ball hit a blue one at the moment he had uttered the last word, and for a second I wondered if I had heard him correctly, but there no doubt about it anymore when he spoke again.
"I wanted to meet the woman, able to create such a natural sensuality seemingly without the slightest effort."

tbc...

*faints*

I don't have words for the last part

*faints*

luvly
Andie!

Oh man...
I want to be in her place...

and thanks all of you for all the wonderful replies :)

hug
Laila

*pouts*
hey come on... I thought youwant me to post so badly...

is that last installment not so great?

I swear, I'll come to the sex... honestly ;)

hehe

hug
Laila

omg....
I can so picture that....
Viggo....:drool:

So do I!!

anywo that was great!!
^_^

omg...

I can so picture that whole chapter...
Dang I wish I was that girl ^_^

Viggo is just soo.... :drool:

Just thinking about being with that man :faint:

Laila this is VERY good girl!
Can't wait for more! ;)2

:fairy:
Christi

:yum: Oh, Viggo!!! Great build up of sexual tension with that last chapter. :yay: I'm loving this story. Keep it up.

Guh...er, um....I feel....warm!

:drool:

:shutup:

:lmao: I'd be making sure the boobies were hanging out for him to scope....grrr!!!

:faint: YES YES OH YES!!!!! *pant! Push that cue... PUSH IT! oooh, sorry....carried away

OK!!! WHAT Are you waiting for????????!!! Don't leave me hanging like this girl, it's mean...just plain cruel..... :cry1:

:drool: OMG Laila you are truly talented. *moan* Seriously...don't leave us waiting TOO long...the tension is so, intense. lol

I'll bet he knows how queasy he's making her feel. :eek:

*melts into puddle of drool*

Aragorn's rugged looks keep popping into my brain.

Me is here!!

LOL!! I loved this chap! I love the way you describe each movement and each wod.. OMG.. I love this

Gee, finally got the chance to read this.

It's amazing. You have such wonderful descriptions, and Viggo is so wonderfully naughty, I love it! :P

Ehehe.. great. And the last part, whoa!
And I don't want to be annoying, but aren't there five words instead of four? ;-)

Anyway, the sexual tension you're building up is great, and I can't wait for the next installment... :lalala:

You know what I've just realised? I've never read non-slashy Viggo-smut before! :eek:

God. Can't wait. *twitches* :lalala:

*stops being annoying*

Hmm... Interesting.

:eek:.

I just happened to stumble across this and all I can say is: THANK GOD I DID!!!

So... hot... *Mumbles incoherently*.

So - much - inuendo. Going - to - overload - with - tension...

*Dies*.

- Jessity B)

ok....
Here you go with a new part...
but... um.. beware... it starts to delve into adult content...



I couldn't move, could not utter a word or even breathe, when His eyes locked with mine. Somewhere deep below the surface my heart wanted to explode with joy and pride, He had seen it, He knew, He had discovered what non of my friends had - He knew what I wrote about, or at least He felt it - I could sense it, sense that He had invited me because deep down in His heart he knew that every syllable was written about Him.
But on the surface I was stunned, frozen, petrified - His tender grey eyes were way to intense, fixed on mine with this tender, hungry expression that left me breathless.

Suddenly a smile curled His lips, and though my inside seemed to melt in a puddle of adoration the spell was broken that seemed to have bound our eyes to each other, glued fixed and completely devoted to Him.
"Your turn!" He breathed still smiling and nodded over to the pool table. For a second I wasn't sure what to do, but I managed to regain my composure and nodded quickly, gulping for air.
The cue, what surprised me, was still in my hand when I got up and aimed for the table, the white ball lay in a quite convenient position, that should make it easy to score, but I hands trembled and aware of his gaze on my shape I quickly shot - over an inch too far left.
Blushing even deeper I backed off the table, again He smiled knowingly then took His cue by slowly running his slightly rough but so very alluring hand over its length.
"I didn't expect her though..." with an impressive move, that vaguely reminded me of Aragorn yielding his sword, He brought the cue from the floor into a horizontal position over the table and aimed at the white ball again, "To be a young, coy girl..."

I shook now visibly. A coy girl?! Well, He was right of course, what else would I be... but there was more to me, much more! And I felt like He was making fun of me, showing me what I could never have being who I am, talking like I do, blushing and stammering. I was getting more and more insecure during that conversation, He seemed to deliberately manipulate me, dragging me into His space, controlling every thought, every move, every breath with His eyes.
And yet I was more desperate then ever before in my life - desperate for something I never felt, but always wanted, thinking of Him - something explosive, something that could shatter all my insecurities into the wind, something to make me feel again, feel like a natural woman. And it felt like only He could give me... of all men there are, only He could make me feel alive, could satisfy what I was longing for so deep down in my soul.

"It didn't make sense to me at first..." He murmured, but loud enough to make sure I could hear every single word, the ball had missed the hole, I suspected He had done it deliberately but I was too overwhelmed to delve deeper into the thought, and He gestured me to go on, "...But I think I know now!"
I trembled, my breathes were mere gulps for air and my knees seemed to consist of that awful red jelly my brother used to love, but I made my way to the table, bent over again to aim, but suddenly I froze - something warm pressed behind my backside not to hard, but locking me between the table and the source of warmth.
Hands added the exquisite feeling, first lying on my hips and then roaming freely over my back, almost as if holding me down, preventing me from getting up again.

'Don't stop... Oh please don't stop!' my heart yelled at the top of it's lungs, filling me completely with need for this man, this warmth, this dream I never dared to think could be reality. But outside I was shaking, with fear, with need, with shock, panic, love, confusion, hope, overwhelmingly surprise and desperate passion all at the same time, washing over me like torrents of inevitable emotion.

"Shhh..." He breathed tenderly at my ear, now bending over me, filling me, covering me with His heat, His radiance of power and most alluring dominance. "I won't do anything you don't want me to... I promise... but you want to - am I right?" His warms were wrapped around my torso, stopping me from shaking, giving me strength to calm, to believe in Him, in me, in this... giving me the strength to submit to His radiance and nodded.
"Because deep down inside you long for something you can't explain, deep in your very core you need to feel this, you need someone to break your defences, who knows how to shatter the façade that you erected to delude yourself and your surrounding, not to let them see your boundless sensuality, but you can show - you don't have to hide what you feel, not from me, not from you, not from anybody..."

His hands started to roam over my stomach, very lightly brushing my breast, my erect nipples, trembling chest and quivering neck, I felt his lips in the back of my neck, his nose brushing away my hair, his breath on my warm skin, and very slowly I got aware of something new, something hard against my back and my heart fluttered in nervous excitement and a hint of pride.

"Do you want me to set you free, little one? Do you want me to make you feel like you always longed to feel - like the woman you are deep inside you, the woman you never felt, just dared to show in your art, deluded and well hidden - but not good enough for me... tell me that you want me to make love to you, little one!"

I couldn't breath, I couldn't movi, couldn't grasp how He could know me so well. Take one look at me and know everything, more even I do myself and more then most people will ever know, how could he see, how feel what I needed so desperately?
But my stomach felt clenched, my vocal chords of no use, no sound would pass my lips, but desperately from the bottom of my heart and my aching loins I wanted Him to know, I wanted to tell Him how much I wanted Him, needed Him, desperately knew how much I loved him. I nodded finally unsatisfied with myself.

"Tell me, love, please tell me what you want, what you need?" He growled softly, kissing my ear, I felt His warm breath, the soft lips, His gently tickling facial hair.
And suddenly I could do it... as if my heart screamed and not my voice and very softly and hoarsely I breathed: "Please make love to me Viggo, please love me until I forget my name..."


tbc

Oh please!!
Please just one reply before Igo to bed because I feel so insecure about this...
pwease :)

Excuse me while I go and melt into a puddle of drool and hormones.

My God, Laila, that was breathtakingly amazing. :faint: :bow:

You're incredibly talented, I've already said it but I'll keep saying it until you make me think otherwise. Which is probably never.

It's incredible.

Everything you write is just.. whoa, it makes you feel like you're there, and I swear, if Viggo is even half like that in real life, I'd jump his bones the second I'd lay eyes on him.

Sex on legs, seriously.

My God.

Anyway, liked this line a lot:

*Claws her way back up to the computer*.

GAH.

:eek:... I have to start playing pool...

Ah, that was sooooooo good. The tension you've created in this fic is phenomenal. I really don't think I blinked at all during that chapter.

*Clears throat*... Must - control - hormones.

- Jessity B)

:eek:
dude...That was great!!
:yum:....Viggo being like that....:yum:
I can't wait until the next part......

Peiyu, how could you! Not like Viggo? snif.. :eek:

JK Sweetie, but if this doesn't change your opinion... I just don't know.

Laila! Finally! Someone does viggo-porn for me! I'm so happy :drool:

Oh, that SO did it for me!

:blush: It's not that I don't like Viggo, but the 4 hobbits and the bloody elf kind of are in front of him in terms of perving admiration :lalala: I'll try! :P

Anyway, Laila, OH MY GOD! *dies*
At this rate the fics are all written on the board, I'm going to die from the pure sexual tension between everyone of the characters, ESPECIALLY YOURS!

Laila... you are a goddess!!! (sp?)

The way you describe Viggo ... you made him so.... sexy .. in a big way!!!!

luving this!!

i may die with you Peiyu!!!!

lol

luvly
Andie!

Wow... what can I say Laila...

This is just... simply.. MAgnificent and amazing, I can't help but bow to you by such awesome descriptions in this chapter!! For real!!

I can't wait for more, sincerely!! So post as fast as possible!!

Yep... add me to the funeral procession. I'm dying over here too.

You totally reminded me why I love Viggo so much! :)

Yes, dying over here, too! Laila, you are making me love Viggo even more. Such a sexy, wonderfully written chapter. Looking forward to more.