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“Is that lip-gloss?”
Sean fixes a level stare on Orlando. “It’s lip balm. My lips are chapped, all right?”
“Okay, Sean.” He would have expected Orlando taking the piss – lip balm is, after all, nearly as feminine an accessory as lip-gloss - but he must have sounded more annoyed than he actually is because Orlando backs off and hurries out, mumbling something about the hobbits.
Sean decides he owes Orlando a pint. Goes back to applying the lip balm carefully, doing a mental inventory of his injuries.
One overworked and sore shoulder.
Weapons practice.
Very sore and dry lips.
Viggo.
Aching foot.
Run-in with a chair this morning.
Bite marks on his thighs.
Viggo.
Stomach ache.
Really strong coffee too early in the morning. Must remember to add milk.
Slight burning sensation in his - well.
Viggo.
Fatigue.
The gruelling schedule.
And again.
Viggo.
Sean realizes that he is sitting there with a stupid grin on his face. Gets up to
leave. He’ll find the little elf and offer to buy him a pint later and then
he’ll go looking for the good Mr. Mortensen.
For, strange as it may sound, Sean has never felt better.
Summary: Is that lip-gloss Sean's wearing ?
Rated: PG
Categories: Actor RPS Pairing: Sean/Viggo/Orlando Bloom
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 199 Read: 857
Published: 30 Jul 2009 Updated: 30 Jul 2009