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TITLE: Learning to
Waltz on Sundays

AUTHOR: shira
EMAIL:
shira_uma@hotmail.com

PAIRING: VM + ?
RATING:
PG for sexual references
SUMMARY: Viggo learns to dance on his days off.
FEEDBACK: Please?

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing other than the
vision in my head, and I�m not even sure I want that, because it�s too much of
a tease! This is a work of pure fiction and it simply did not happen, at least
as far as I know. No disrespect is meant to any of the namesakes mentioned in
this piece of writing � it is all, really, a great big bunch of flattery and
imagery.
NOTES: Umm� read first, then read footnote *grins*
Thanks muchly to kaydee who beta�d this for me.

It has been an exhausting few days of filming. By the end of the week, everyone
is tired and dirty, and attention is running short. The cast and crew are
looking forward to Sunday, their one day off. After finishing up scenes on
Saturday, everyone will scatter like flower petals on the wind once their
release is granted. Some simply spend the day at rest, catching up on
much-needed slumber. Others engage in grander activities to get their minds
relaxed and thinking about something else for a while. Viggo goes to learn how
to waltz.

His partner awaits, also enjoying the luxury of a day off from the set, but for
this meeting, he is amiable and willing. For this encounter, he shakes his hair
out and enjoys the close comfort of casual contact and sweet words. There are
no cameras today. No madness to create havoc. No rushing or pushing beyond the
limit. Today is a day of rest and enjoyment, and both partners intend to
utilize it to its fullest.

Viggo silently, sensually lets his fingers massage out the kinks left over from
the strenuous work on set, smiling at the response generated. �Feel good?� he
asks in his characteristic drone, his hands noticing the lean against them,
asking for more. He slowly moves his hands over the neck and towards the
shoulder, his fingers working their magic all the way. Viggo steps closer and
buries his face in dark hair, breathing in, filling his senses with the aroma
of sweat and sweet musk, of leather and oil and mild shampoo. He places one
soft kiss behind an ear, and smiles again � a soft, caring smile � as his eyes
explore the wonder before him. He is reciprocated with the gentle touch of
velvet lips on the back of his hand, and a soft, soulful gaze.

�Shall we?� Viggo leads his partner off with calm admiration, always the
gentleman, always considerate of others. There is a trust that has been built
between the two, and he is careful to respect it. They emerge upon the setting
of this seductively beautiful dance and Viggo is filled with a sense of
serenity despite his anticipation.

He gathers himself, then gives himself completely to his partner and to the dance.

Viggo begins to guide them slowly, being mindful not to ask for too much at
once. They have plenty of time. The sun is just beginning to set over the
painted landscape, and it provides a beautiful backdrop for dancing. They have
all night if they need it.

And though they have waltzed on the set over and over again, this dance is
different. It is controlled and subtle. It is sensual and silent. Smooth and
comfortable, ethereal and trance-like in its own way. A nudge here. A touch
there. A squeeze that elicits immediate response as two partners react to each
other. Then before long it is Viggo who is the student, being taught the more
complex intricacies of this love affair. He allows himself to be shown the way,
concentrating, eyes half-lidded in this expression of beauty and art.
Listening, feeling, he is absorbing every motion and movement that his more
experienced partner has to offer him, and he smiles.

�Nice.� A ghostly whisper passes over his lips as Viggo is immersed in their
mixed aura. Creaking leather and light footfalls are the only other sounds to
be heard.

They dance. They speak to each other without words. They are a silhouette of
one as they perform the movements. They seep with erotic and spiritual motion,
floating above the dance floor, light as a breeze. It is a difficult
choreography, this dance, but one that brings joy after days of such harsh
work. It is Shakespeare; it is Michelangelo. It is tempo and score, pirouette
and travers, rather than mad dashes and leaps, swords and stunts. It is poetry
in motion, and it is beautiful. Two partners so in tune, so in love with the
waltz. As the dance builds in its controlled fury, the crescendo is both
monumental and delicate.

Then, when it is over, Viggo gently draws himself away, then moves to wrap his
arms around his partner�s sweaty neck. For a few moments they stay like that,
enjoying each other�s closeness. Enjoying each other�s touch, appreciative of
the break in the monotony, and to be able to dance like that. Tomorrow it is back
to the set and back to the masks of character roles, so this is the time to
enjoy it.

Now they both carry the aroma of must and leather, but Viggo loves it.

�Uraeus.� He whispers his partner�s name, his voice almost sexual, then offers
lead to bring him back inside, where he will be lavished once more with
attention.

The sun is still behind them as the silhouetted pair goes. They are shadowed
against the landscape of the falling night, walking slowly, savoring every step
to prolong the sentimentality of their meeting. Two intimate friends with a
spiritual, silent relationship. They will smile at each other tomorrow, but
what they have just shared tonight is special, only for them. It is sacred.
Others would not understand it.

It is a very private relationship, this bonding between a man and his horse.

~End.

*Uraeus is the horse that Viggo rides in the LotR movies. He played Aragorn�s
horse Brega. After shooting the movies, Viggo was so in love with the horse
that he bought him and brought him back to L.A. with him. Uraeus is a Warmblood
stallion that was competing in FEI (international level) dressage before
becoming a movie star.
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