Title: "Rituals" Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Sean Bean Rating: PG Disclaimer: Never happened. Summary: Orlando recounts his favorite part of the week. Notes: Written for the Comment_Fic Free For All post - my prompts were 'sleepy cuddling' and Bean/Orlando. After almost five years with Sean (of course, they'd known each other for a decade, but didn't actually hook up until one memorable night in Mexico while filming 'Troy'), it was the little things, the small routines, that Orlando cherished most. The mingling of coffee mugs in the cabinets, the way that Sean always prepared Orlando's cup first, then his own, how they split the grocery list while shopping (mostly because Sean was crap at picking out fresh vegetables and Orlando wouldn't know a good cut of meat if it mooed at him), the nightly calls when they were away working...all of the tiny details that made up a life together, one learned over time. One of Orlando's favorite routines was the weekly movie. Normally, it was Thursday, but the actual day didn't matter. There were snacks of some sort – crisps or nachos or popcorn or cheesecake (the cheesecake nights were Orlando's favorite) – and lounging about in their pajamas on the World's Most Comfortable Sofa (big enough to fit an army and deep enough so that Sean and Orlando could both sleep together on it if they fancied a mid-day nap), and watching whatever movie happened to be on. Didn't matter the genre or director or cast – if it was on, they watched it. Sometimes in reverential silence, awed by the power of the acting or script or directing, and the discussions that followed led to either a wishlist of future people to work with or tales of past films. Sometimes the films were, well, less than stellar (to be polite about it). And those films got the MST3K treatment, and sometimes the Recasting Treatment. But, whatever the movie, it was their time to turn off their cell phones, turn off the world, and just spend time with each other. When they were off on shoots and had time, they did movie nights by phone, but it wasn't quite the same. Nothing could compare to the cuddling together and lazily traded kisses and sometimes falling asleep on the sofa, with both of their hands still in the popcorn bowl. It was this routine above all others that Orlando dreamed about during their time apart, and the one that he always looked forward to when a shoot wrapped up and his time was his own again. Funny how it really was the little things – more than the grand gestures or declarations – that cemented a partnership. If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!