The Making of…

Chapter 46

Convenient Misplacement

After our ‘date’, Viggo walked me to the door of my trailer and leant on the doorframe as I fumbled in my bag for my keys. It was already pretty late, and most people had either headed back to their trailers or gone home.

“Do you want to come in for a coffee or something?” I asked as I rummaged.

“If that’s your pickup line then it’s really lame.” Viggo laughed.

“I don’t need pickup lines; I have enough feminine charm to get by.” I grinned, digging through my bag, “Shoot… I can’t find my keys.” I muttered frantically. That horrible moment of sheer, sickening panic hit me. It’s like those moments when you think you’ve lost your phone, or you think your car’s been stolen, but it turns out you just parked it further down the street. I dug around for another second, and then sighted in exasperation.

“Are you sure?” Viggo asked, gently prising my bag out of my hands and checking. “Could you have dropped them somewhere?”

“I don’t know.” I groaned, patting down my dress to see if I could find them. Why was I looking in my dress? It didn’t even have pockets!

“Is there a window open? I could climb through and open the door.” He suggested as I shook my head.

“No, I always lock them before going out.” I sighed, “Do you know if anyone would have a spare key?”

“Peter might, but he’s probably gone home.”

“Great.” I grumbled.

“I could kick the door in?” Viggo fired another suggestion at me and I shook my head.

“You’d probably end up breaking the rest of your toes.” I told him, wrapping my arms around myself as I tried to keep clam and think of a solution.

“You could always spend the night in my trailer.” He murmured, “And we could get the spare key in the morning.” I looked up at him as he smiled comfortingly.

“Would that be ok?” I asked quietly.

“Of course.” He smiled, taking my hand in his and leading me across to his trailer which stood nearby. He opened the door for me and I suddenly felt self-conscious of the fact that I didn’t have anything to wear whilst I slept – my dress certainly wouldn’t be comfortable to sleep in. “I’ll see if I can find you something to wear.” Viggo said, as if he could hear my thoughts. I nodded mutely as he dug around in his wardrobe and produced a large navy shirt, “I bought this but it’s too big for me, you could wear it.” He shrugged.

“You suck at shopping.” I laughed nervously, reaching out and taking it from him, “Thanks.”

“No problem.” He smiled, “You can change in the bathroom.” I nodded and went in to the small room, shutting the door behind me. I slipped out of my dress and pulled on the shirt, carefully buttoning it but leaving the top two undone. It fell to just above my knees and the fabric was soft. It was too-big in a comforting way. I smiled and took the clip out of my hair, letting it fall loosely down around my shoulders as I hung my dress over the back of the door and set my shoes in a corner before leaving the bathroom. I’d been wondering about our sleeping arrangements but I relaxed a little as I saw Viggo tossing a pillow onto the sofa. I didn’t mind sleeping there. He’d changed into a pair of grey sweatpants with a baggy faded black t-shirt over the top, somehow still managing to look adorable. As I entered the room he looked up and smiled.

“How is it that you manage to look better in my clothes than I do?” He asked, causing me to blush. “I’ll sleep on the couch, you can have the bed.”

“But-” I frowned and started to protest, but he cut me off.

“No buts.” He smiled gently, “You get the bed.”

“But-”

“I said no buts.” He grinned and walked to my side, slipping his arms around my waist, “I’m happy enough on the couch.”

“Won’t you be uncomfortable?”

“No.”

“I wouldn’t mind sharing the bed.” I mumbled quietly, causing him to smile and kiss the side of my forehead.

“We don’t have to; I don’t want you to feel pressurised.”

“I’m what?”

“I got the feeling that you didn’t want to rush into things.” He shrugged, “I guess I can understand that, and I’ll respect it. I’m happy as long as you’re happy.” I stared at him, utterly dumbfounded as he smiled. “Now, into bed.” He lightly kissed my lips and bowed dramatically, gesturing to the double bed. I sighed and climbed in, pulling the covers over me. The duvet cover and pillowcases were made of crisp, clean navy cotton – almost matching the shirt I wore and strongly contrasting the flowery duvet back in my trailer. The bed also smelt like Viggo. I smiled as I nestled down amongst the pillows and Viggo leant over me like he was tucking a child into bed. “Goodnight.” He whispered, kissing my forehead before walking over to the sofa and lying down, pulling a blanket over himself as he did so. He turned off the solitary table-lamp that lit the trailer and we were plunged into darkness. I rolled over and tried to drift off to sleep, but after a few minutes I heard Viggo tossing and turning on the sofa. Despite what he had said earlier, he was uncomfortable over there. I curled into a foetal position on my side, the way I always slept, but I couldn’t seem to get comfy. It was odd, that no matter where I was, I always managed to sleep comfortably that way, on my own. In all my previous relationships that involved sleeping in the same bed, I would always be curled up on the opposite side of the bed to my partner. It always made me feel safe, just a habit I supposed.

I rolled over again, trying not to feel guilty, but I did. I could tell that he wasn’t asleep as I sat up and swung my legs out of the bed, blindly feeling my way though the darkness until I found him.

“Viggo?” I whispered.

“Hm?” He answered, and I heard him turn to face me as I crouched down at what I assumed was his side.

“Vig, come over to the bed.” I murmured, reaching out and finding one of his hands.

“It’s ok, I’m fine here.” He protested quietly as I tugged on his hand.

“I know you’re uncomfortable, please?” I begged.

“But-”

“I promise I’ll be fine with it. Come on, I think we’re at the point in our relationship where we can share a bed.” I smiled, even though he couldn’t see me.

“Are you sure?” He asked uncertainly.

“I’m positive.” I answered determinedly. “Come on.” He sighed and sat up, and I heard him tousle his hair with his free hand.

“Alright, I’m coming.” He mumbled, squeezing my hand as I stood and took a step towards the bed – and proceeded to bump into the coffee table. I winced but continued leading him over to the bed. I sat down and shifted over to make room for him as he pulled the covers over us both and I rolled over to face him – but he lay on his back at the edge of the bed, obviously trying to show that he wasn’t going to do anything. I was very aware of his presence in the bed though.

“Viggo…” I whispered, reaching out and lightly touching his arm. He rolled over to face me and I smiled through the darkness. “Hug?” I asked shyly, causing him to laugh.

“You’re too cute for your own good sometimes…” He muttered, shifting towards me and wrapping his arms me as I nestled closer to him, clinging to the front of his t-shirt. I didn’t feel the habitual need to curl into a tight, solitary ball; I liked the feeling of Viggo’s arms around me. It made me feel safer than my usual sleeping position did. “What time do we have to be on set tomorrow?” Viggo asked quietly.

“Not until the afternoon.” I yawned as I listened to his steady heartbeat.

“Good.” He replied as he rested his chin on my head.

“Viggo?” I whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Sweet dreams.” I smiled as he laughed almost silently.

“Sweet dreams my Sleeping Beauty.” He murmured, kissing the top of my head as I sighed and felt myself drifting off to sleep.

*

I awoke in the morning feeling blissfully happy, yet I couldn’t quite remember why. As my consciousness slowly returned, I became aware of the arms wrapped around me and I smiled. I realised that I was back to sleeping in my usual position – some old habits die hard I guess – but Viggo still held me in his sleep, his body curled protectively around mine, his face buried in my hair. I smiled and closed my eyes again. I didn’t know what time it was, and I didn’t really care. It was morning, and I was in bed with Viggo, that was about the extent of my awareness right now. I sensed him beginning to wake up as he shifted slightly and yawned, and then he cuddled closer to me – his body warming mine.

“Good morning.” He whispered into my hair, his breath tickling my neck.

“Morning.” I yawned with a smile as he gently blew my hair out of his way so he could kiss my exposed neck.

“I like waking up with you.” He murmured, moving closer so he could rest his cheek on my shoulder.

“I think this probably the nicest waking-up-experience I’ve ever had.” I agreed, “Apart from Christmas morning when you’re a kid – nothing beats that.” He laughed quietly and I turned in his arms to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he kissed the tip of my nose.

“You’re bed-head’s adorable.” He said softly as I blushed.

“I’ve never heard a haystack described as ‘adorable’ before.” I joked, my legs tangling with his under the duvet. Viggo smiled and leant his forehead against mine. “I wish we didn’t have to get up…” I sighed, closing my eyes as I matched my breathing to Viggo’s.

“We have a few hours before we have to get to makeup.” He murmured, “Although I don’t think we can spend the entire time in bed.”

“No… I need to get the spare key for my trailer.” I said, remembering the reason as to why I was actually sharing a bed with Viggo.

“Yeah, we should probably get that sorted.” He sighed, loosening his hold on me and sitting up.

“No, wait, I’ve changed my mind.” I grinned, pulling him back down, “Screw the trailer.” He laughed and rolled over so he was crouching over me, pinning me to the bed as he secured my wrists. “Well…” I sighed thoughtfully, “This is a compromising position.”

“You’re telling me.” He smirked, leaning forwards to kiss me. I closed my eyes and managed to slip my wrists out of his grasp so I could wind my arms around his neck and pull him closer, and somehow we both rolled over so I was now lying on his chest. As his mouth explored mine, my hands explored his chest, whilst his own hands moved to my hips. I trembled involuntarily as his fingertips lightly brushed my exposed legs. I realised suddenly that we were rolling over again, and we were getting pretty close to the edge of the-

“Eek!” I squeaked as we both tumbled over the side of the bed and onto the floor – somehow dragging the duvet and most of the pillows after us. I looked up at Viggo and he stared at me sheepishly, before we both burst out laughing.

“I think that’s a sign for us to get up.” Viggo grinned, scrambling to his feet, and then wincing.

“Is your foot still sore?” I asked, standing and lifting the duvet back onto the bed.

“A little.” He replied, tossing the misplaced pillows back to their spots, “I’m fine though.” He assured me with an easy smile.

“Ok.” I nodded, “I’ll just go get changed.” I skipped into the bathroom and quickly pulled my borrowed shirt off. I folded it carefully before locating my dress and slipping it over my head. I could shower when I got back to my trailer. I fumbled for the zip at the back of my dress but I couldn’t get it the whole way up. “Viggo?” I called, wandering out of the bathroom. “Little help please?” He smiled as I turned my back to him and he easily pulled the zip the rest of the way up. He gently swept my hair over one shoulder and kissed the back of my neck. I turned to face him and smiled shyly. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” He grinned, “Come on, let’s go get that key.”

“Aren’t you going to change?”

“I can do that later.” He explained as I slipped on my shoes. He had pulled on a pair of worn trainers and was already making his way over to the door. He held out his hand for me and I took it without thinking about it. We were passing my trailer on the way to Peter’s ‘Office’ when something caught my eye. Something metallic glinting in the early afternoon sun.

“Hang on…” I mumbled, letting go of Viggo’s hand and jogging over to my trailer. I bent down and peered under the steps, rolling my eyes as I spotted my keys lying in the dust. “Got them!” I cried victoriously, waving them at Viggo as he laughed, “I must have dropped them as we were leaving yesterday.”

“Really? Because to me it looks like you thought up an elaborate scheme just to get me into bed.” He smirked as I raised an eyebrow.

“Do you really think I’d need to resort to a scheme? I can have you any time it takes my fancy.” I stuck out my tongue and ascended the steps to my trailer door.

“You already have me; hook, line and sinker.” Viggo murmured, wrapping his arms around me from behind as I unlocked the door.

“Hey guys!” I glanced over my shoulder as I heard Orlando’s cheerful voice. He was standing with his hands in his pockets, staring at us. “Coming home in yesterday’s clothes? What were you two up to last night?” He smirked accusingly as I untangled myself from Viggo’s arms.

“I got locked out of my trailer so Viggo let me stay over at his.” I shrugged, “Nothing excessively interesting happened, so you can shut down your perverted mind right now.” I scolded him sternly as he grinned.

“Whatever, see you on set!” He waved before running off to the makeup bus.

“He’s going to be spreading that around…” I muttered, opening the door and walking into my trailer with Viggo following close behind.

“Let him spread what he likes.” He smiled, “So, what now?”

“Well, we both need to change… And I’m hungry… So I’ll make something for breakfast… And then we have to get onto the set.” I counted off on my fingers.

“Ok, I’ll go change.” Viggo said, “Unless you need any help getting out of your dress – in which case I’d be perfectly happy to oblige.” He smirked mischievously as I rolled my eyes.

“I think I’ll manage.” I laughed, kicking off my shoes.

“Just making sure.” He grinned, “I’ll be back once I’m changed.”

“Alright.” I smiled, making my way over to the bathroom as he walked out the door.

As I stepped into the shower and stood under the torrent of falling water, I couldn’t get Viggo out of my head. Or rather, I couldn’t get last night out of my head. It was sweet of him to make sure that things weren’t moving too fast for me. I trusted him completely, but somewhere in my mind I was still afraid of getting hurt. I knew Viggo would never do anything to hurt me… But I guess I’d just been affected by my previous relationships. None of them had felt like this though, which made me wonder; if I thought I’d been in love before, then what did I feel for Viggo? Was it more than love? I wasn’t sure if I believed in all that ‘soul-mate’ rubbish… Was it true that somewhere in the world, there is a single person who is perfect for you? The fact that they could be anywhere baffled me, but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. After all, Viggo and I lived on opposite sides of the world to each other, but we’d been brought together… I smiled to myself as I ran one hand through my soaked hair. Maybe it wasn’t a load of rubbish after all.