FIC: White Wedding (VigBean, sweet)

... could only look at Viggo and smile like a loon. Little did the others know what they did (or rather, didn’t do) when they were alone.   It was Viggo who started prodding the issue.   „Seaaaaaan,” he whined one evening as they were cuddling on the couch, watching the Sheffield United lose another game, „I want... you know! With you!”   „Want wha’ wit’ meh? Yeh’ave meh a’ready!”...