Title: "Privacy" Featuring: Orlando Bloom, Viggo Mortensen (Karl Urban/Viggo Mortensen) Rating: PG Summary: "You should tell him." Gen-fic Disclaimer: Fiction means just that. Notes: Drabble for the Lotrips100 'book quote' challenge. All apologies to J.D. Robb. "Who has access to your collection?" "I do. Only I do." --("Naked In Death" by J.D. Robb, pg. 214) "Should tell him one day, y'know." Viggo looked up from his paper and half-consumed cup of coffee to Orlando's lazy grin. "Who?" "Karl." "Tell him what?" Orlando rolled his eyes, stretching for the container of milk. His tea was white by the time he finished pouring. "That you fancy him, of course." "I do?" Orlando shrugged, the motion fooling neither of them. "Lot of photos of him in your dark room." Viggo shifted, suddenly uncomfortable in his own kitchen. "I...uh...that's a private room, Orlando." Wide grin around a piece of heavily buttered toast. "Since when has that ever stopped me?" If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!