No, I didn't like it, I LOVED it! Such a beautiful lovely couple they make... *sighs happily*

And God, I've just seen pix of Ewan kissing a guy... *dies* Too much! Too much! :faint:

Wow. This really suck. LOL. Anyway, this is my newest little drabble, and it's slash. I guess it's rated.. G? lol, it's just sweet. :) It doesn't make any sense at all, I know. It's not as brilliant as any of Aurora or Laila's works, belive me, I know. But it's mine, my own. *pats story* Even though I don't like it. *flashes a broad grin* Oh, and I do not own Ewan McGregor or Orlando. Buhu. :cry:



.:Move My World:.

Ewan let out another snort of laughter when Orlando sneezed again, glaring at him with his puffy, ink-dark eyes. His nose were leaking like a fountain, and his normally tanned skin was pale and sore, especially around and right under his nose, and he was moodier then ever because of the damn cold he had been dragging with him for weeks. The elder man tilted his head, examing Orlando's figure, who was for the moment covered in a heavy duvet, with his lips stretched into one of his teasing grins, but Orlando just frowned, rolling over so he faced the white wall. Ewan let out a soft sigh, leaning back in the comfortable, satin arm chair, disappointment written all over his face, the glint in his eyes were vanished.

Orlando was usually like this when he got sick, luckily, he wasn't sick very often, however, he was now, and Ewan did his best to cheer the sour Brit up a little, unfortunatley, to no success at all. He couldn't help but become more and more frustrated with Orlando, all he did was to literally sneeze him off, when he was trying to be helpful and loving, heck, he'd do anything to wipe away that grim look on Orlando's chisel-jawed face, but it appeared as if it was the new look on it. He couldn't help but smile a little when Orlando yawned widely under the duvet.

"You want me to get something for you?" he asked quietly in caution, extending his hand to touch Orlando's usually soft, but now very greasy curls. The youth laid qiet for a couple of secounds, letting Ewan play with his hair, and he had to admit that he liked it, that he missed it while he'd been sick, and as thick and sour he was, he hadn't let Ewan close to him, not once, since he'd caught the frickin' cold. He nodded slowly, not looking at Ewan though. "Wader, pleade..." he murmered thickly under the duvet, and his lips curled into a weak smile as he heard his own voice.

Ewan nodded coyly, pinching his cheek softly. "Water then." He said as he rose from the arm chair, strecthing, before he stumbled out in the kitchen. Orlando peered out from the duvet, watching Ewan silently. He was beautiful really. His unique style intrigued him and his love and care made him feel special, and he knew he was, to Ewan. He was the one who'd always been there for him, even though he could be a complete ass, just like now, but Ewan stood loyaly on his side anyway. Orlando had always been hunted by uncertanity before he met Ewan, and he still was, but the uncertinaty came in another shape this time, like a green cloud of jealousy. Ewan was perfect, almost too perfect, and it amazed Orlando that it seemed as if it never occured the slightly elder man to leave him alone. Honestly, who was he to love? A depressed, 27 year old lad, that clawed his way through his poor life. Who had the luck to bump into one of the most unlikelyperson in the world, in the local CD store, Ewan McGregor, who he'd drooled over ever since he'd seen Velvet Goldmine and Moulin Rouge. Their meeting began with a hug, and ended with raw sex on the toilet, and exchanged phone numbers.

"Here you go." said Ewan softly, and Orlando blinked curiously, snapped back to the reality. Ewan kneeled in front of the bed, eyeing him worriedly, but he didn't say anything, afraid to piss Orlando off in some way. Orlando took the water, and poured it down his swollen throat, smiling as he returned the glass to Ewan, who returned his smile, relived but curious over Orlando's drastic mood change. "I'm dired.." he whispered, trying to conceal another yawn that escaped his lips. Ewan bent over him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "Then sleep."

Wheeh that was the first Ewan/Orlando-fic I've ever read and a wonderful one at that!

Whoa! Heil to the slash-writers! :D

Awww Ewan is so sweeeet! And poor Lando! *cuddles*

Aawwwwwwww! :wub: :faint: Can I order one Ewan please? :love:

Again: awwwwwwwww so sweet! :cloud#9:

Ooh Orlando! Don't say that baby! You're the sweetest! The loveliest! The funniest! The prettiest! *cuddles*

Damn, I *so* need to see VG! SLASH! Boy-touching! Argh!!!!

lol.. great :D

*melts*

Girl that was just TOO SWEET! I completely love how you ended it, it's great, wonderful and slash-tastic! :x

*clings on to you* woooooooooooot! I love you! :x lmao. No, really, aww. :love: Hehe, I'm so glad you liked it, it means much to me. :)

You do indeed! *DROOL* :drool: It's fantastic, brilliant, wooooooooooot! ;)

Aww. :love: thankyouthankyouthankyou!

Kissing? LOL. It's more then that in VG. :tsk: Just look at this quote.


"I took it like a man. He was really tender, very caring. He hugged me afterward. But he never writes.
He never calls. Goddamn him! Actually, it was a freezing night when we were doing the scene, and it
was far less explicit than Ewan and myself thought it was going to be. The camera was on another roof
looking across at us. The only thing Todd did was whisper, 'Cut,' rather than shouting it, so that Ewan
and I couldn't hear. We were going at it for ages. Then Ewan sort of turned his head and realized, 'Hey,
the camera's not fucking pointed at us anymore!' So, I sort of turned my head. We stop, and the whole
crew is just sitting there. They'd cut ages ago!"
- Christian Bale, on filming their love scene in Velvet Goldmine

I'm dead. Seriously. I'm dead. Dear God. Imagine what I'm like when I actually watch that movie. God. Oh dear God.

:faint: :love:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

LMAO. Yeah, it's brilliant, but I don't remember much from it though. :huh:

But I wasn't disappointed when I saw it! :tsk: :D