Request: Andy/Orlando: first-time, h/c - can be fluffy. [Request by shy_nerthuserce]
Summary: Things aren't always what they seem, or what we hope, or what we need. If we're lucky, though, there'll be someone else around who notices and is willing to pick up the pieces.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognize. I know nothing about their social lives or sexual activities, more's the pity. This is fiction, period. It is done as a labor of love and I make no money from it.
Author’s Note: Not terribly fluffy, I'm afraid, and not really classic h/c, either. I tried to get Orlando crying but he just told me to sod off. :P What can I say? I hope this'll do. :) Written for lotrips_fqf, 11/05.
Andy'd been standing by the window looking out into the darkness, at the twinkling lights of Wellington and the darker black of the ocean beyond. And because he'd been there, by the window a meter or so behind the overstuffed chair Bean was sitting in, he was the only one in the room, besides Bean of course, who'd seen Orlando's face.