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MmmmMMMM! This just keeps getting better and better. :D Absolutely awesome writing, Vetinari!

Hum, hum...when the boys have caught their colds...maybe they could share it with Viggo as well? I mean, eh... :blushing:

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Hum, hum...when the boys have caught their colds...maybe they could share it with Viggo as well? I mean, eh... :D

I SECOND THIS!!1

.... :blushing: ... I mean... what a curious idea ... :blushing: ...

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Hum, hum...when the boys have caught their colds...maybe they could share it with Viggo as well? I mean, eh... :)

I SECOND THIS!!!

.... :laugh: ... I mean... what a curious idea ... :innocent: ...

Well you know Viggo was in the car with Cate. And I asked for requests AGES ago and was amazed no-one asked for him. Don't worry, I never had any intention of letting him escape.......... :laugh:

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Well you know Viggo was in the car with Cate. And I asked for requests AGES ago and was amazed no-one asked for him. Don't worry, I never had any intention of letting him escape.......... :)

:inlove:

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Thanks for all the comments. I am frankly overwhelmed and it's too late to attempt to reply to everyone individually but thanks so much and I'm so glad you're enjoying this. :cryhappy:

Well?????? Anyone for a bit more wetness? And did someone mention Viggo? Not sneezing yet but things are looking hopeful! :)

Part 10

Despite the chill of the lashing rain, Craig slowed to a halt and leaned against a lamp-post, panting. Lifting a weary hand he reached up and rubbed the worst of the deluge from his face, irritably pushing his hair back to stop the water running into his eyes. Viggo, who had been slightly behind, drew to a halt beside him. He was barely breathing hard and Craig looked at him with some trepidation.

"OK?" asked Viggo.

"Course," Craig replied dredging up a wet grin and wilfully ignoring the slight burning sensation which was starting to build in the back of his sinuses. He pulled himself upright and set off again as the rain poured from the sky in sheets. He felt a warm trickle running down the inside of his left nostril and breathed in, trying to sniffle it back but despite his efforts it carried on downwards, ultimately mingling with the rain which was already dripping from the tip of his nose. Reaching up again he rubbed his nose hard and was rewarded with the sudden blossoming of an irresistible tickle. He sniffed again, still running steadily and turning his face to the side, sneezed twice onto the hedgerow on his left, "Heh E’hOO!.........Hak-AHOO!" The sneezes were loud and undeniably masculine, bursting forth with barely controlled enthusiasm and when he realised that the irritation was still not completely eradicated, Craig rubbed his nose again, being rewarded with a further wet sneeze. Viggo, running close beside him gave him a sharp look.

"Are you coming down with Cate’s cold?" he asked.

Craig was caught by another harsh sneeze before he turned to Viggo with a rueful shrug. "Maybe," he conceded, and sneezed yet again. "Ha’kOOooo!"

Viggo just laughed and said "Nearly back," pointing ahead to where the hotel lay, up a narrow tree lined side street. Craig grinned in return as a tear overflowed from his eye and ran down his face, invisible amongst all the other wetness. The two bedraggled men slowed to a walk and mounted the steps that led up to the door of the hotel. As they trailed inside, water dripped from their noses, their hair and their fingers. T-shirts plastered to their torsos they squelched across the blue carpet towards the lifts, eyed with interest by several young women who were congregating in the lobby. Viggo grinned at them playfully as the lift doors clunked shut, his warm brown eyes smiling too.

They separated in the corridor upstairs, Craig lingering a moment until Viggo was out of sight before he retraced his steps slightly, unerringly coming to a halt outside Cate’s door. He tapped on it gently.

"Come in," the low voice called out, still to Craig’s ears sounding adorably husky. A rather satisfied smile spread across his face before he gently pressed the handle and walked into the room, locking the door behind him. He had wiped the worst of the water from his face but his hair was still flat against his skull. Crossing his arms he pulled his T-shit upwards in a swift movement and pulled it over his head. Cate looked up to see him ,standing soaking wet and half naked with his eyes half shut as he squinted up at the ceiling light which fortunately for him was on due to the dullness of the day outside.

"Hek-CHoo!" he sneezed. Not even attempting to cover, the force of it bent him forwards towards the deep pile cream carpet. Cate looked at him in some concern but stood up without a word and disappeared into the bathroom, emerging seconds later with a large white towel. Reaching upwards she wiped away the worst of the moisture, wrapped the towel around his shoulders and taking his hand led him through to the bathroom. She switched on the shower over the bath, turning up the heat until the water was steaming and lastly untied the lacing on Craig’s shorts, carefully peeling them off before sitting down on the velvet topped stool in the corner to watch. Craig stood, facing away from her, inhaling the steam and periodically putting his entire face and head under the deluge, feeling the thrumming water irritate his already inflamed sinuses. He stood there waiting whilst the irritation built to an unbearable itch, then pulling his head from under the water sneezed a harsh triple onto the glass of the shower screen.

Cate watched him, caught between slight guilt at the fact that she had passed her cold onto him and a strange unexpected feeling of warmth as she watched the sneezes build up and burst forth. Craig was so obviously enjoying himself that the effect was definitely causing her to feel.........well interested at least. As the steam built up and enveloped her she felt an answering tickle building inside her own nose. From watching him, her eyes fluttered as her head tilted back delightfully and her mouth fell slack. Craig watched her expression changing, turning his head to see her breasts rising and falling with each hitching breath, culminating in a satisfyingly wet sibilant "ii-ISSSHHOO!" Despite being fully awake, she had made no attempt to raise her hand to cover her sneeze and although she blushed slightly, she looked up at him as she recovered. As she had suspected his expression had changed to being almost predatorial and she smiled up at him archly as if challenging him to say anything. Remaining silent , his eyes stayed fixed on her face as he switched off the shower and reached for the towel.

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Viggo shivered suddenly as he opened the door to his suite. His hair hung around his face, moulded to his cheeks and another tremor ran through him as he reached up to push it back. Alone in his room, he too headed for the shower, turning it up to full blast. Quickly stripping off his wet clothes he stepped into the cubicle, feeling the relieving warmth thrill over his tanned muscular chest, running right down to his feet. Gradually the chilled feeling left his body but he continued to stand there, soaking up the warmth, enjoying the feeling of the water caressing his body. Eventually with a sigh he switched off the water, towelled himself down roughly and wandered back into the bedroom. He eyed the TV remote thoughtfully but feeling an unaccustomed wave of tiredness he decided to lie down for a while before dinner. He pulled back the crisp white sheets and slid between them naked, relishing the slight roughness of the cotton against his skin. His head sank into the soft feather pillow and almost immediately his eyes closed and he fell into a deep sleep.

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Yumminess! Wet, naked sneezes on to glass...no wonder Cate feels compelled to reply in gorgeous,

uncovered kind. { I expect she'll be joining him next},...

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Oh dear! What possibilities.... We've got still the ongoing boys' sneezing-contest and a shivery Viggo who has just snoozed... Oh dear. This is like the day before christmas! :whistle: Vetinari, this is wonderful, you keep me glued to the screen.

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Finally I've done some more. Thanks to those who commented. Some more Dom for you LOSTfreak!

Part 11

Rough! As soon as he began to stir, Viggo could feel the soreness in his throat. He lay quietly, his eyes still closed and swallowing tentatively; assessing. Carefully he inhaled: His nose felt fine he thought, but the nagging feeling in his naso-pharynx remained, painful, just on the edge of sensation but definitely there. Damn! So Craig wasn’t the only one who had been infected at that party.

Thinking back to that night, he supposed it wasn’t surprising. He had shared the car with Cate and he could remember her sneezing a number of times. Not that he had thought much of it at the time of course but the virus must have been circulating in the enclosed space of the car nicely. He grimaced. Not that it was Cate’s fault of course; it happened to everyone from time to time but he could have done without it at the moment.

He cleared his throat and the pain from the raw and inflamed membranes stabbed him once more. Sighing deeply he sat up and rubbed his face with his hands. At least it seemed that only his throat was affected at the moment. He disliked drawing attention to himself by sneezing and his cold sneezes were invariably massive and virtually uncontrollable. For the moment though, it was unlikely anyone would be any the wiser. He reached for the water in the glass at the side of the bed and took a tentative sip. He winced slightly but it was bearable. Feeling tired once again he lay down on his back and stared at the ceiling, waiting for energy to return.

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“H’ISSSHHoo!”

Dominic sniffled. He could feel another tickle building in his nose and being alone in his room he made no attempt to prevent the inevitable, nor indeed to cover in any way.

HURASHHHHOOOO!” He could see himself in the mirror opposite the bed and he watched with some degree of interest as yet again irritation built up. He studied his own face as he inhaled and exhaled slowly, feeling the inevitability building and gradually his eyes narrowed. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes completely he gave himself over to another massive sneeze.

His plan, he thought with some satisfaction, had worked. Although he sometimes awoke to a sneeze or two he knew well his normal morning sneezes were nothing like this. “HAAAAACCHHOOOO!” another overtook him. Afterwards, even in his state of temporary relief he felt the clear mucus running down the inside of his left nostril and making a bid to escape. Chuckling to himself he brushed it away with his forefinger, turning his hand then and rubbing his nose hard with his palm.

The best part was that he seemed so far to only be succumbing to increased sneeziness and according to the information he had read on the forum, that should hopefully continue to be the case. Because he had visited the forum of course. Just as well that Orlando had mentioned it. Even better, Orly himself didn’t seem to have done his homework too well, or perhaps he had just been unlucky. Dom had been looking, after all, for ways of catching cold and had been rewarded quite early on with an interesting suggestion, namely that by carefully introducing the cold virus into the nostrils and nowhere else, the worst of the other symptoms could be avoided.

He cast his mind back to the day after Orlando had made his little suggestion. It had been perfectly obvious to Dom with his sharp eyes that there was something wrong with Cate at her party and his suspicions had been neatly confirmed by what had become known as “The Cake Incident”. Orlando, as usually hadn’t been paying any attention; too busy chatting up some waitress or other but Dom’s eyes had been drawn as soon as Cate stood up by the unusually glazed look in her eyes. Admittedly a night of champagne had taken its toll but even so he had been unsurprised as her breath began to hitch. The sheer quantity of spray produced had taken him by surprise; it was something he had never really thought about that much before. But the backlighting had produced quite a stunning display as the silver droplets cascaded onto the cake, into the air and ultimately on Craig who had stood so protectively at her shoulder. Dom couldn’t help wondering how Craig himself was faring after such a deluge.

His train of thought was distracted once more by another impeding sneeze. He had not been exaggerating when he had informed Orland that the first couple of days of a cold were, for him, marked by almost continuous tickles and explosive sneezes. “HiiCCHHHOO!” he sneezed, the outburst shorter, but more intense that time and ultimately unsatisfying as the itch rebuilt immediately, “Huh…….SSSSHHAAAA!” Better, he thought as his nose overflowed again and he rubbed it with the back of his hand.

His mind wandered back to Cate once more. The day after the party he had been on the look out for his opportunity. He had watch her carefully; she had succumbed to surprisingly frequent fits of two or three sneezes and despite the fact that she had tried her best to hide them they had burst forth with an unusual intensity. She had been using paper handkerchiefs; her nose had been running almost incessantly. Between scenes she had hidden in her trailer although he had been able to watch her through the open door with a box of white tissues constantly in action, wiping mostly; she appeared to dislike blowing. Each paper hankie rapidly became wet and useless; it seemed that a lot of liquid was being discharged. Thereafter the virus laden sheets were discarded carefully into a waste paper basket which stood at her feet.

The next part had been slightly distasteful to Dom. When Cate had left he had checked carefully that the coast was clear and had entered her trailer, pulling the door to behind him. Approaching the receptacle he had found it to be full of very damp tissues. He had hesitated briefly, his natural distaste at the thought of handling the crumpled cold laden squares but recalling his new interest in all things sneezy he had reached decisively into the basket, withdrawing a hankie which was almost translucent in its wetness. After rubbing his fingers over its surface he had carefully introduced them into his nostrils. The sensation was not as distasteful as he had expected; there was nothing there but dampness, the onset of thicker mucus lay ahead still. As instructed he introduced the material into his nose only and afterwards had carefully avoided touching his eyes or mouth until he had washed his fingers carefully. After that there was little to do except saty warm and watch Orly’s painful performance; getting wet, getting cold and wearing himself out.

Even as he thought of Orly, he heard a tentative knock on the door, followed by the door muffled sound of an explosive double blast ““ITCCHHHHAAa!, Hi-AITSCHAA!”. The knock came again, more impatiently this time and a voice, hollow with congestion called out “Dom! Are you there?”

“Yes,” Dom replied, noting the huskiness in his own voice as he slid from the bed and padded towards the door. He pulled it hard towards him and even as it swung inwards Orlando burst into the room.

“HAA’CHHAAA!” he sneezed triumphantly, grinning and crying out “I did it!” as his eyes sought Dom’s face. He stood there looking at Dom for an instant, taking in the slight reddening of his nose and shininess of his eyes. His face fell as realisation dawned and his look changed from one of ecstasy to irritation.

“Bloody Hell!” he said.

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Huzzah, they've done it! And yippee for Dom and his backlit-spray inspired naughty enterprise; so much more sensible than the wet weather work, and amazing use of the wet hankie motif. Isn't it time that someone uttered some ritual ewes?

Ritual EWE!

Is there to be a grand finale?

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Is there to be a grand finale?

Hope not for a while at least! This is great - really looking forward to seeing more now that so many people are sick (Viggo = yum!) LOVE the mix of deliberate and non-deliberate catching. Can't WAIT for more!

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........*Is dying.*........Thank you soooo soooo soooo soooo MUCH!!!!!!!! :)

Phwaor LOSTfreak....nice signature! Don't die......there's more. :)

Oh, bless you, Vet! I've been eagerly awaiting this. And it is soooo good!

Thank you, thank you!

Well you know we love the same things right. I'll try not to delay quite so long the next time. :cry:

Huzzah, they've done it! And yippee for Dom and his backlit-spray inspired naughty enterprise; so much more sensible than the wet weather work, and amazing use of the wet hankie motif. Isn't it time that someone uttered some ritual ewes?

Ritual EWE!

Is there to be a grand finale?

A grand finale would require me to have some idea where this is going...... :unsure:

Is there to be a grand finale?

Hope not for a while at least! This is great - really looking forward to seeing more now that so many people are sick (Viggo = yum!) LOVE the mix of deliberate and non-deliberate catching. Can't WAIT for more!

silentdreamer789

I'm torturing Viggo.......can you tell I'm enjoying it too.....

Anyway, for anyone who has the patience to still be reading here's.....

Part 12

"Are you OK?" Liv asked Viggo, her voice concerned. He seemed so unlike his normal self, his usual easy smile replaced by an unwonted taciturnity.

"Fine!" came the brief reply. Frowning, he turned swiftly and strode from the room, heading for the privacy of his trailer. Liv stared after him, her eyebrows raised slightly, wondering about the interaction and mildly hurt at being brushed off so abruptly. The scenes with Viggo required her full concentration, needed her to conjure up depths of feeling that were draining enough in themselves. Shrugging slightly she pushed the feelings aside and headed for her own trailer.

Viggo marched towards his caravan, mounted the steps and slammed the door behind him so loudly that two passing grips flinched and then glanced at one another in surprise before walking on. Inside, Viggo slumped down onto the waiting couch and groaned, lifting the heel of his hand to his forehead and pressing hard. His head was killing him. Closing his eyes he sat for a few moments, willing energy to return and finding only an overwhelming chilly feeling in his shoulders. He shuddered involuntarily and wrapped his arms around himself sighing deeply.

The hammering in his sinuses beat steadily and mercilessly. Paracetomol he thought. He needed paracetomol, preferably with codeine but getting it was going to require some additional effort which he could barely contemplate. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and contemplated washing down the drugs with orange juice as another chill started somewhere near his neck and moving downwards unremittingly as his shivering increased. The feeling in his sinuses changed slightly, less hammering and more burning. A tiny trail of liquid trickled down into the inside of his nostril and he reached up and rubbed the right side of his nose. He hadn't sneezed yet and had no intention of starting despite the irritation that was stirring. The feeling subsided and his right hand returned to its former position, clutched around his waist as the shivers deepened.

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Putting Dom's makeup on that morning had been a tricky business. Brief bursts of application between head tilting spray ridden deluges. Most difficult was his nose because it was reddening by degrees thus requiring careful masking; however all such applications seemed to stimulate him to further nasal action.

"Fifteenth time lucky!" I remarked, wielding the brush again but even the thought of it this time caused him to begin hitching slightly. "Not again?" I asked, barely able to keep from giggling with glee. And at least he didn't seem to be in the least discomfited as, eyes shimmering, half closed he nodded almost imperceptibly as he began to tilt his head backwards.

"Ye.....uh...*sniff* ...y....ye.....huh...h'AASSSSHHOOooooo! Yes again!" he agreed looking pleased. "You know," he continued, "I always really rather liked sneezing, but I was always so worried about what other people would think that I could never really enjoy it properly." Even as he finished speaking I could see his breathing faltering again and I watched entranced as his expression reverted into that delicious pre-sneeze expression, his eyes blissfully closed, his nose wrinkled slightly, his lips parted a little. He inhaled quickly twice and sneezed again ecstatically and messily, spraying me once more as I stood slightly to his left, felt the warmth of his breath and the after chill of moistness on my bare arm.

"My nose is running," he said. His voice sounded remarkably congested and as if to prove it further he gave a delightfully moist sniffle. Deliberately I reached for the box of tissues and took two, layering them together and smoothing them before reaching out to place them around his still pink nostrils.

"Blow!" I commanded. He raised his eyebrows at me, questioningly, laughingly and then complied. Through the layers of paper I felt the warmth of his breath and a feeling of moist heaviness as his nose disgorged its congestion in a series of long wet blows.

"You're full of surprises," he commented as I looked down at him, realising he had enjoyed the little interlude almost as much as I had. I was smouldering and quivering inside.....God all that contagion, so......intimate. It took everything I had to return to professionalism, to return to the makeup and the brushes; to obliterate that enticing pinkness into flawless imperfection. I sighed deeply as he left the room and headed onto the set.

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Cate sat beside Craig on the bed. There was a large box of tissues between them on the counterpane and a glass of orange juice on each bedside table. She was amazed how relaxed she felt in his presence despite the redness of her nose and the snuffliness which frequently overwhelmed her, causing her to sneeze. Whatever she had, he had it too and anyway the whole idea of contagion seemed to bother him so little that when the sneezes came she made no effort to restrain or cover them. She sniffled and a smile crept onto her lips as Craig's eyes were immediately drawn to her, away from the television and lingering on her beautiful nose.

She loved the way he was so easily distracted and she sniffed again playfully relishing the way his hand snaked around her waist and he leant his head on her shoulder, never moving his eyes from her face. He was going to be rewarded this time anyway she thought because right behind the second sniffle she could feel an intense irritation in her left nostril. She breathed slowly and deeply, feeling the tickle building most satisfactorily to a climax.

"Ah...tTCHOOOo!", she sniffled again, sure that a second sneeze was on the way, half aware of Craig's arm tightening around her as he continued to devour her with his eyes. Her head tilted back once more, her breathing lightened and he lifted his hand to her face to capture the sneeze in the palm of his hand.... "ah..isshhoooo!"

He groaned aloud, almost painfully aroused by the intensity of his feelings for her, the desire to hold her and protect her which was somehow magnified crazily by the hot wetness of her sneezes.

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It was going to happen. Despite his obstinacy Viggo could tell that this time......this time the irritation in his nose was going to overwhelm him. He pinched his nostrils hard, wincing at the very thought of sneezing when his throat was so painful. There was a point of no turning back with his sneezes and he could feel that he had reached it now; the pinching did nothing to alleviate the tickle which was burning in both nostrils. He stopped pinching and rubbed his nose hard instead to no avail. Fatalistically, a man defeated, he let his hands fall to his sides as his head slowly began to tilt upwards. He hung there, for a second motionless then suddenly he inhaled and "HURRAASHHHOO!"

A groan escaped him and his hands moved again, one to wrap itself around his waist once more, the other to his throat as if somehow massaging the outside could alleviate the stinging rawness. He gave a wet sniffle and sunk back into his miserable meditation.

The knocking was so quiet to begin with that at first in his feverish stupor he was oblivious to its polite reverberations. He remained still in contemplation of his misery, head drooping, eyes closed. It came again louder this time and he lifted his head slightly to see the door handle beginning to turn.

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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!! :D:D:D:D

VVVVVVVVVVViiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiggggggggggggggggggggggoooooooooooo! :P:nohappy::drool:

You have no idea how much I love you! *pounce* *hug* *squish* You're story is very well-written and so full of hotness it's like Christmas times 100,000,000,000!!!!!!!!!! :P:P:P

I can die happy now... :dead::D

Please continue :cryhappy:

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Noooooooooo! You can't stop there!!!!!! Or ever!!!! This is so amazing. All that contagion...wow.

More? Please?

:flowers: Your wish is my command.........

i dont even know what to say...

wow wow wow wow oh my....

:omg::):)

Speechless dribbling? That'll do nicely!

OMG THIS IS AWESOME WANT MORE!!! K but seriously this was frickin sweet!

Cheers! :D Glad you're enjoying it.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!! :D:D:D:D

VVVVVVVVVVViiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiggggggggggggggggggggggoooooooooooo! :lol::drool::drool:

You have no idea how much I love you! *pounce* *hug* *squish* You're story is very well-written and so full of hotness it's like Christmas times 100,000,000,000!!!!!!!!!! :P:P:P

I can die happy now... :dead::D

Please continue :cryhappy:

Ah yes, the lovely Viggo. Always save the best for somewhere in the middle, that's my motto!

Anyway, here's more pointless, plotless contagious diversion.

Part 13

"It was me!"

"Was NOT! I started first."

"No you didn't."

"Well I had the first cold sneeze!"

"Don't be ridiculous."

"It was that morning when I was all wet remember?"

"For goodness sake you two, enough!" I rolled my eyes. "Honestly does it really matter? You're both gorgeous like that anyway!" Two shiny sets of eyes above two adorably pink noses swivelled my way.

"But he....." Orly began. I turned my eyes towards him, tongue at the ready, only to see him fluttering his eyes apparently in thrall to the build up of an enormous sneeze. The moment seemed to last an age as he false-started three times, each inhalation larger than the last while his arms remained at his sides, covering in my room being forbidden. "Uh..... Haa'sssCCCHHAAA!".

In addition to the virus laden spray, Orly's nose had exploded, and the clear mucus decorated his beautifully curved upper lip, heightening the excitement that was already bubbling within me. Casually I reached over, drew a tissue from the box and moved to his side. He turned his face to me, almost like a child and I gently wiped the mess away, sitting down beside him.

"That must win as the messiest sneeze!" he said, sounding gleefully congested and giving a proud liquid sniffle. It was Dom's turn to roll his eyes. Suddenly without warning, Orly sneezed again, "TSSCHOO!" It was loud and harsh and this time instead of decorating his top lip the rather extensive liquid content of his nose was disgorged onto his trousers and onto my hand which had been lying on his knee.

"I think you might have just beaten your own record" said Dom.

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She could hear him sneezing in the bathroom through the noise of running water. Going in the shower always seemed to have that effect she mused. The memory stirred in her head of the shower they had taken together last night and for a moment she was tempted to join him but she had to be on set within thirty minutes and really there wasn't time. She applied some concealer to her nose and sat there looking at her reflection in the mirror. The bathroom door opened and Craig appeared, a large green towel wrapped around his loins.

"OK?" he asked, walking over to her and dropping a kiss onto the top of her head. She turned and playfully tickled his nose with the brush in her hand and he twisted away, aiming a noisy "AhHa'kOOooo!" towards the floor behind where she sat, turning back to her afterwards, snuffling into her hair.

A wicked glint appeared in her eyes. "Missed me!" she taunted and tickled him again.

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The handle clicked down and the door began to open just as Viggo felt the beginnings of a tickle in his aching sinuses. Gods, he thought exhaustedly, not again.

It was Liv. She peered round the door almost timidly, her eyebrows rising in shock as she saw the usually cheery Viggo slumped in the corner, eyes half closed, arms clutched around himself and shivering fitfully.

"Are you OK?" she asked, her voice hollow, the concern she felt echoed in her eyes which even through the haze Viggo could see were wide and sympathetic. She mounted the final step, opening the door fully and stepped inside, gently closing it behind her. Viggo wanted to warn her, to tell her to go away; that he didn't want her to catch this but he was frozen, unable to move. The irritation in his nostrils hiked up a notch, spilling over from the left to encompass both. He breathed carefully, knowing it was hopeless.

He made a last ditch effort."Go!" he implored, but his voice was husky and the word was almost lost.

She took a step towards him. "Sorry?" she said.

"G..uh.". He stopped again, frozen in the inevitability of the moment as the burning finally overwhelmed him. "HURRRASSSHHHOooo!......uh." A soft moan escaped him and she was coming towards him, concern writ clearly on her face and in those beautiful liquid eyes. Viggo knew there was a second sneeze on the way. He closed his eyes again and inhaled sharply, "RAASHHOOoo!......ungh....." Once more he groaned, the pain behind his nose and the ripping sensation in his sore throat merging into the shivering chills that immediately replaced them. He felt a cool hand on his forehead, heard her shocked voice.

"You're burning up." He wanted to move his head away from her hand, wanted to tell her again to go, to leave him alone. Instead his vision blurred and he felt a tear slide down his left cheek and he wiped it away fiercely, only for it to be replaced with another and suddenly his right cheek was wet too and overwhelmed he leaned his hot forehead against her hand in anguish.

"You poor thing." She said.

tbc....

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