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Viggo shuffled into the kitchen close to noon, yawning and dragging a hand through sleep-disheveled hair. Seeing Sean sitting at the table, brow furrowed as he stared contemplatively out the window, Viggo smiled sleepily. "Morning," he murmured, heading straight for the coffee maker. He sighed appreciatively when he saw that Sean had not only made him coffee, but he'd also thoughtfully left a clean mug next to the machine. "What's Dudley Do-Right's girlfriend's name?" Sean asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence that had descended between them. "What?" Viggo asked bemusedly, turning to face Sean, coffee cup in hand. Raising an eyebrow, he took in the picture before him: Sean sat comfortably at the head of the table, wearing boxers, a loose t-shirt, and a white pair of crew socks. He had a pencil tucked behind his right ear. "Dudley Do-Right's girlfriend," Sean repeated, forehead creasing as he met Viggo's gaze. "I can't remember her name, and it's driving me insane." Viggo leaned casually against the blue tiled counter and covered his grin by taking a sip of the hot coffee. "Any particular reason you're puzzling over the subject?" "Yeah," Sean replied, gesturing to the tabletop, and Viggo noticed for the first time the folded paper sitting there. "I'm trying to do this crossword, and I can't remember this damn inane fact for the life of me." "Does it bother you that much?" Viggo tilted his head to the side. "So much so that I was about to wake you to ask," Sean confessed. "Ah, then I wish I could help you. Unfortunately, I don't remember her name, either," Viggo said, shrugging. "Damn it! If my memory is this bad now, I'd hate to see what it will be like in a few years," Sean grumbled, retrieving the pencil from behind his ear and stabbing it at the paper. This time Viggo laughed lightly, amused by Sean's pout. "Ah, don't worry," he reassured, moving to stand behind Sean and rubbing the other man's neck with his free hand. "You'll probably remember it tonight when you're just drifting off to sleep, and you'll scare the hell out of me when you jolt up and yell it out." Viggo dropped a quick kiss on Sean's shoulder before he moved to sit in the chair opposite the blonde. Sean smiled a bit, but his attention remained on the paper. Viggo watched as Sean's forehead creased again while he read a clue and carefully penciled in the answer. Viggo was content to watch Sean bend over the crossword, Sunday afternoon sunlight filtering through the window to pick out light blonde highlights in his hair. Taking slow sips of coffee, he visually memorized the image of Sean deep in thought, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth and twirling the pencil with elegantly tapered fingers. After a couple of minutes and a few more answers, Sean sighed and turned the pencil to erase something. "What in the bloody hell is an intermezzo?" he asked irritably, swiping the paper clean in short, abrupt strokes. "It's a musical term mostly," Viggo answered slowly, searching his memory. "It can be used for theatre, too, but it mostly describes a break between two major sections of a musical piece, an interlude of sorts that--" "Interlude!" Sean interrupted, snapping his fingers and writing quickly. "Thanks, love," he said, not even bothering to glance up. "Speaking of music," Viggo said, "I've been thinking about picking up guitar again." "Really?" Sean asked, writing another response. "Yeah, I used to play back in the day. I kind of miss it now," Viggo mused, studying his left hand. "I liked that it gave me calluses right here on my fingertips." "Right," Sean said absentmindedly. Viggo glanced up at Sean's uninterested tone of voice and found that Sean was chewing on the pencil now, glaring down at the puzzle. "Yeah, and after that I thought I could move to India." Viggo modulated his voice carefully to keep it just the same as before. "Y'know, maybe then I could take up magic, get an oriental rug, and turn it into a flying carpet," Viggo's eyes bored into the top of Sean's head. "Mmmm," Sean grunted disinterestedly. "Ha!" he exclaimed triumphantly, after pulling the pencil from his mouth and filling in another set of boxes. "Once I've mastered that," Viggo drawled, deciding to toy with his oblivious lover, "I think I'll buy a trench coat, wait until you're unsuspecting, and then I'll flash you." Immediately, Sean's head shot up, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He tossed the pencil across the room, shoved back from the table, and pulled Viggo up from his chair before the other man's face had even registered the shock. "Hey, I thought you weren't paying attention," Viggo protested mildly as Sean led him down the hall to their bedroom with his fingers wrapped firmly around his left wrist. Viggo still held his coffee in the other hand. "Ahh, you were right," Sean admitted, grinning crookedly as he released Viggo's wrist and stripped out of his shirt in one swift movement. "But when it comes to all things 'sex-with-Viggo' related, my hearing is flawless. There can be no mistranslations." At that, Sean shucked his boxers and reclined on the bed, legs spread invitingly. Viggo noted the white socks were still on as his coffee cup hit the floor. END
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