Title: Spur of the Moment 
Author: Brigantine 
Pairing:Vig/Bean 
Rating: R 
Warning: AU  
Summary:  Sometimes planning ahead is a good idea. (post Novice Chronicles)

A/N:  Written for kyuuketsukirui's "Imperfect Sex is Not the End of the World" 
challenge. Oh dear.
 
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Viggo has refused sex.   
 
It was a desperate, apologetic sort of refusal, but entirely serious, and now Sean, rather 
than fucking a writhing, moaning Viggo into the wall in the downstairs hallway and then 
standing over him while he licks his own come off the paint is instead standing at the 
kitchen counter, making tea.   
 
And chuckling. 
 
Sean will admit to a certain amount of initial dark muttering and adjusting of jeans until 
his unsatisfied cock got the message and gave up hope, but by now he is genuinely 
giggling as he turns the heat up a bit further beneath the kettle and reaches for a package 
of Walker's shortbread. 
 
Sean peers into the back yard through the kitchen window, counting dogs.  They'll be 
wanting in soon.  Ach, well.  Can't be helped.  He hears the toilet flush, and shakes his 
head, snorting.   
 
Viggo creeps into the kitchen, all contrition and guilt, and begins his apology, "Sean, I'm 
so sorry!" 
 
"C'mere, luv,"  Sean beckons with both hands. 
 
Viggo obeys, babbling unhappily as he stands before his owner, "I am so very sorry!  
There you were, all fierce and dominant and sexy, and now the opportunity is 
*completely* ruined--" 
 
Sean nudges a finger of Walker's against Viggo's lips.  "Open.  Hold it, don't bite."  He 
takes Viggo's face between his palms, making Viggo look him in the eyes.  "Mother 
Nature don't give a flyin' fuck about our timing or my dominant urges.  Sometimes a 
bloke just needs to take a shit." 
 
"Mmmmph," agrees Viggo. 

--end--