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LOTR RPF: Because I Love You 1/1 - David Wenham/??
Title: Because I Love You
Rating: PG13
Pairing: DW/?
Put whoever you want into the other slot... I know who I think it is but I honestly dont mind who you put there.
Don't know them, don't own them, it's all lies and a figbox of my silly imagination.
(Swiped shamelessly from Oran who did the original one ...) This is my response to a litte peice that Oran did the other day.
Breakfast in bed was the hardest, though he loved all of it. But having to leave his adorably sleeping lover, to leave the warm bed was the hardest. But it was more than made up for by the sleepy smiles David graced him with when he returned with a tray full of breakfast. Usually mushroom omeletes, but sometimes another of David’s breakfast favorites. And the cuddles afterwards, just laying with a contented David in his arms, be it five minutes or five hours made even the coldest morning worth making his lover breakfast in bed.
He didn’t need an occasion, either. Often any time he awoke before David, and they had a good while before needing to be anywhere was enough of an occasion for him. David was occasion enough.
The first time they had been apart was agony for him. And even calling David every chance he got wasn’t enough – They had played phone tag the whole time. But he wanted to let David know every moment, as often as he could, how much the red-head was loved and adored.
So the next time they were separated, he had snuck a few notes and one little present into David’s luggage. He’d even gone so far as to tuck a little love note into the pocket of his slacks, so he’d only find it upon sliding his hand into said pocket.
They had still had to resort to phone tag, but the glow in David’s voice now made his heart skip a beat. So from then on, any time they had to be apart, David’s luggage was packed by his lover.
For the longer trips, notes in luggage wouldn’t cover the duration. So he’d send flowers, even cards mailed ahead of time to be sure to arrive while David was there. Often David would get flowers on set, only to find another set waiting at “home” at the end of the day.
When they were out in full public, together, notes weren’t suitable, nor was what he wanted to do. While some of their fans might enjoy watching the pair in a passionate embrace, or even just arm in arm, their agents would have fits. So he was more subtle. The smiles, the brief touches of hand or arm, the way he stood by David, not even touching him, but with a manner that clearly showed his love for the other man. At primeres and banquets, he would frequently eat one handed, if he and David were seated together. Usually he wasn’t being naughty, just holding the hand of his beloved.
His favorite times, of course, where when it was just them. And he was free to love and hold and touch in all the ways he wanted. Free to nuzzle his love, to hold him close for hours. Even among close friends there was a subtle restraint, especially when there was a recent breakup, which in their line of work was frequent.
But alone … Alone, the time was theirs, and David was his, and he was David’s. It was only ever when they were alone that that lovely, slightly rumbley voice would ask why?
The answer, to why, to everything, really, was always the same. It was his reason for being alive now. “Why?” He would murmur, planting a gentle kiss on David’s brow, or hand, or hair. “Because I love you…”
Rating: PG13
Pairing: DW/?
Put whoever you want into the other slot... I know who I think it is but I honestly dont mind who you put there.
Don't know them, don't own them, it's all lies and a figbox of my silly imagination.
(Swiped shamelessly from Oran who did the original one ...) This is my response to a litte peice that Oran did the other day.
Breakfast in bed was the hardest, though he loved all of it. But having to leave his adorably sleeping lover, to leave the warm bed was the hardest. But it was more than made up for by the sleepy smiles David graced him with when he returned with a tray full of breakfast. Usually mushroom omeletes, but sometimes another of David’s breakfast favorites. And the cuddles afterwards, just laying with a contented David in his arms, be it five minutes or five hours made even the coldest morning worth making his lover breakfast in bed.
He didn’t need an occasion, either. Often any time he awoke before David, and they had a good while before needing to be anywhere was enough of an occasion for him. David was occasion enough.
The first time they had been apart was agony for him. And even calling David every chance he got wasn’t enough – They had played phone tag the whole time. But he wanted to let David know every moment, as often as he could, how much the red-head was loved and adored.
So the next time they were separated, he had snuck a few notes and one little present into David’s luggage. He’d even gone so far as to tuck a little love note into the pocket of his slacks, so he’d only find it upon sliding his hand into said pocket.
They had still had to resort to phone tag, but the glow in David’s voice now made his heart skip a beat. So from then on, any time they had to be apart, David’s luggage was packed by his lover.
For the longer trips, notes in luggage wouldn’t cover the duration. So he’d send flowers, even cards mailed ahead of time to be sure to arrive while David was there. Often David would get flowers on set, only to find another set waiting at “home” at the end of the day.
When they were out in full public, together, notes weren’t suitable, nor was what he wanted to do. While some of their fans might enjoy watching the pair in a passionate embrace, or even just arm in arm, their agents would have fits. So he was more subtle. The smiles, the brief touches of hand or arm, the way he stood by David, not even touching him, but with a manner that clearly showed his love for the other man. At primeres and banquets, he would frequently eat one handed, if he and David were seated together. Usually he wasn’t being naughty, just holding the hand of his beloved.
His favorite times, of course, where when it was just them. And he was free to love and hold and touch in all the ways he wanted. Free to nuzzle his love, to hold him close for hours. Even among close friends there was a subtle restraint, especially when there was a recent breakup, which in their line of work was frequent.
But alone … Alone, the time was theirs, and David was his, and he was David’s. It was only ever when they were alone that that lovely, slightly rumbley voice would ask why?
The answer, to why, to everything, really, was always the same. It was his reason for being alive now. “Why?” He would murmur, planting a gentle kiss on David’s brow, or hand, or hair. “Because I love you…”