Title: Room With A View
Author: Elandae
Pairing: Dave/most everyone, Dave/Vig
Summary: Nothing like a room with a view.
Disclaimer: Nothing in here’s real. Made it all up, cause I do that sort of stuff. An overactive imagination and too much time on my hands, and this is what I do. *g*
Feedback: Always welcome.
Author’s Notes: This was inspired by the words ‘a room with a view’ in Kelly’s fic ‘Jaded’. It set the wheels in my brain spinning….I’m still recovering. ;)
Dave liked a room that had a good view. That was how he judged a room. He’s always thought that there was a lot you could learn about a person from the view they had.
Dave had liked Bean. He was a good laugh, a lot of fun in bed. Nothing you could complain about, certainly. His view, while technically appealing, Dave had found cold, and showing a side of Bean that was certainly not what Dave was looking for, so that was where things between them ended.
Craig had been a huge surprise to Dave, that twisty thing that he did with his tongue that still made Dave squirm thinking about it now. The view from his bedroom might’ve been good, Dave couldn’t tell, they were too many plants blocking it. It was like waking up inside a forest. And Dave didn’t want something that complicated and confusing.
Then had come Karl. He would have been just right, but for one thing. Karl liked it utterly dark when he slept. He picked bedrooms deliberately that had no windows. That didn’t work, for even though Dave had taken advantage of the blackness to ‘fumble’ around to find his clothes, he didn’t like sleeping in the dark. Dave didn’t start things with his eyes closed, he needed to know what he was getting into, and so that was the end of that.
The first thing that Dave noticed about Viggo was his smile. He was quieter than the other men, not someone who drew attention to himself, but there was something about him that Dave was drawn to. Dave didn’t even notice the view until the next morning, when the sun was coming over the low hills in the background, painting the sky a soft pink. He stood before the window, his bare skin gleaming in the soft light. The view was nothing spectacular. It wasn’t a dramatic view of the skyline. No skyscrapers reaching up to the light puffy clouds that were drifting across the sky. It was a simple view, mainly green. Pastures as far as he could see, and the rolling hills off in the distance. It was an unassuming view, something that didn’t draw attention to itself. It was just how he thought Viggo was. And with one last look, Dave turned, and crawled back into the warmth of the bed.
‘What were you doing?’ Viggo murmured, his voice soft and scratchy from sleep.
Dave pressed closer to him, sliding his arm around the Viggo’s waist, turning his back to the window.
‘Just admiring the view.’
The End.