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Friday, May 29th, 2009
10:26 pm [almaviva]	Title: I don't sleep, I dream Authors: almaviva (and kiltsandlollies) Characters: Dominic/Billy Word count: 3247 Notes: An AU of the AU, inclineoftrees. One of my favorite hobbies is figuring out what would happen if circumstances shifted slightly in the inclineoftrees universe. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; the recognizable people in the story belong to themselves and have never performed the actions portrayed here. I do not know the actors nor am I associated with them in any way. If you are underage, please do not read this story. I am not making any profit from these stories, nor do I mean any harm. ( I also came to ask you something else. ) (Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 29th, 2007
12:12 am [kiltsandlollies]	Every Nerve Like a Firefly: Under Your Skin Feels Like Home (4/5) continued from here. Ian stirs awake hours later when he tries to turn in his sleep, only to find there’s no room to do so with Dominic tucked up so close beside him. The bedclothes are back in place, proof that Dominic’s left the bed and returned, and as Ian shifts under the sheets he finds even better evidence of this in the cleaner, softer scent of Dominic’s body. Once his eyes have adjusted to the darkness again, Ian focuses on Dominic, amused by the focus of Dominic’s attention now. "It's just for the part, isn't it?" Dominic asks him, not even looking up as he turns his hand to smooth the back of it down Ian's cheek, against Ian’s thick, full beard. "Of course. I've never been the type, other than for a role." Dominic smirks, clearly thinking of all the places they could go with that discussion, and Ian smiles, too, offering Dominic a low laugh to show he can appreciate the train of thought. And then Dominic turns his hand again, this time just pressing his long fingers through the white hair gently, finding the darker, copper-coloured strands lower in. Ian leans back a little more in the pillows and allows the attention to continue, as fascinated by Dominic as Dominic appears to be with the beard. ( Read more... ) (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 28th, 2007
10:10 pm [kiltsandlollies]	Every Nerve Like a Firefly: Under Your Skin Feels Like Home 3/5 continued from here. For all Dominic seems to have missed this contact between them, Ian think that he might have missed it even more. There’s been no shortage of younger men in his life, but Dominic’s been a breed apart; he’s never lost the spark or cheek Ian’s enjoyed from the day they’d first met. That spark is muted now, to be sure, but Ian can still feel it in Dominic’s skin and between Dominic’s lips. Ian’s torn for several minutes; he could watch Dominic do this for ages, but the sensations and the long day combine to make him want to close his eyes and just enjoy it, to let Dominic bring him off and then just sleep, knowing Dominic could indeed wait that much longer if Ian chose to make him do so. Dominic seems to sense the path Ian’s thoughts are taking, doubling his efforts and sliding his tongue around the head of Ian’s cock and darting it hot and quick over the slit, yanking Ian’s attention back where he wants it: on himself. ( Read more... ) (Comment on this)
4:13 pm [kiltsandlollies]	Every Nerve Like A Firefly: Under Your Skin Feels Like Home (2/5) continued from here. The fireplace gives Dominic a small fit, the wood inside it blatantly ignoring his attempts to set it going while Ian watches from an amused but mostly respectful distance. “It won’t strike,” Dominic finally says after a bit, frustration tight on his face and in his voice. “Or the logs are damp, I don’t know. Point is it won’t start.” “Perhaps it isn’t meant to, then.” Ian takes the box of matches from Dominic and sets it back on the mantel while Dominic follows the movement of Ian’s hand and the smile on Ian’s face. “It’s wood, Ian. The stuff’s generally supposed to catch fire.” “I’ve found that what’s generally supposed to happen around you rarely does.” Ian says it lightly, but then turns on his heel to move down the hall. “When you’ve exhausted your other options for entertainment, Dominic …” He’s almost to the little bedroom Peter had had carved into a back section of the building when Ian turns again, leaning to call down the hallway. “Have you eaten?” Dominic shakes his head, then remembers and calls back, just loud enough for Ian to hear. “No. It didn’t feel right to just—I’d been here a few nights ago. Pete and Fran are—” He pauses and then looks to find Ian behind him again, out of reach but not impossibly so, and Dominic shoves his hands into his back pockets to keep from stretching them out to Ian. “I took my turn, yeah?” “You’re welcome there, Dominic,” Ian sighs. “They do love you. It’s not exactly a hardship to share their table; I’m surprised the four of you don’t have chairs to call your own around it. And that you don’t often come to claim them.” “Regression,” Dominic says quietly, and Ian takes a long time to nod. ( Read more... ) (Comment on this)
9:21 am [kiltsandlollies]	Every Nerve Like A Firefly: Under Your Skin Feels Like Home (1/5) Takes place during the weekend of August 10-11, 2007, in New Zealand. Ian did spend at least one night in the Bag End set Peter and Fran had placed on the grounds of their house. The rest is open to happy interpretation. Fran hates calling the structure a guesthouse, thinking it such a pretentious word, and so Ian takes great care to call it that as often as possible, to watch her blush and hear her laugh and feel her mild swat at his shoulders. But in truth he wouldn’t call the Bag End set that Peter had moved onto his property a guesthouse either; there’s something more magical to the place than anything one could attribute to a temporary residence. He’d asked for one night, and Fran had laughed and told him two might be a better idea, not hinting at her reason why and refusing to elaborate. And Ian, always enticed by the idea of a game or surprise, had rearranged his schedule to accommodate this, trying hard not to guess what he might have coming to him. At the moment all he wants is a cup of tea and a decent night’s sleep. The company had read through Lear earlier in the day, just a touching of bases in the new environment, and the afternoon had been taken up by interviews, a late lunch with some minister of culture and then a few low-key appearances. The driver had sped by Fidel’s on the way back to Ian’s hotel in the middle of the day, and though the café hadn’t been a particularly regular haunt of his own, Ian had felt a sharp longing to go inside nonetheless. It wasn’t to be just then; the RSC PA had shaken her head but had also made a note to make time for a visit the next day. The evening vanished in the flurry of Peter’s home and the warmth of Peter’s wine, and now Ian’s tired but also buzzing slightly, aware of the need for sleep but more aware of his need to walk around the place, to touch things he hasn’t for years; to caress them and let memory provide more than sleep could. ( Once inside the structure, Ian takes a long, deep breath and then laughs underneath it, enjoying the scent of the wood and the sight of maps and mugs and books everywhere. He wanders through, remembering the work and the love that went into this place, and he’s so absorbed he doesn’t hear the footsteps until they’re in the same room with him. ) to be continued later today. (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 20th, 2007
9:49 am [kiltsandlollies]	Every Nerve Like A Firefly: On the Back Burner Ian/Dominic and Billy/Dominic UST. Part of a universe that's still developing and that will include Ian/Dominic; Billy/Dominic; Billy/Ian/Dominic; Dominic/Elijah and perhaps others. This part takes place a few months before the events that begin here. They're all single, or as Dominic tells them, they're single on set, and thus it's perfectly appropriate for the lot of them to travel as one to the pub on Valentine's Day, ignoring the fluff and commercialism of the holiday in exchange for some serious slamming down of beer after beer. Everyone but Astin—who's not single, on or off the set, of course—seems agreeable to this, and so the evening finds them spread across two tables pushed together and loudly toasting their relative freedoms. Dominic's feeling especially wired tonight, because he's caught Ian's eye all day here and there, and at one point Ian had actually deigned to speak to him apart from the others, pulling him aside to offer just the smallest bit of advice on a line Dominic could hardly speak without breaking into laughter. Respect yourself when you can't respect the script, Ian had told him, and Dominic had nailed the line on the next take, earning one of Peter's rare excellents and blinking when he'd heard the clapperboard smack down. Been blessed, have you, Bean had laughed, and while Dominic's instinct had been to tell Bean to fuck off back down the hill, he'd only nodded and walked away from the setup, thinking that Bean had no idea. Ian's gaze had followed Dominic then, and he's still watching Dominic now; Dominic feels those eyes on his back and shoulders as he turns to Billy and curls a bit into him. "We'll have t'be each other's Valentine's," he says, and Billy nods before he knocks back another swallow of something that's clearly nastier than he expected, from his reaction afterward. "We will. S'alright; you'd make a fine Cupid, wouldn't you? A wee angel, naked but for your nappies." "I'd make a better one than you, anyway. Pasty-arsed git." "You have no idea whether my arse is pasty, thank you—" "Word travels, Billy. Almost as fast as you do." ( Read more... ) (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 23rd, 2007
4:09 pm [kiltsandlollies]	Every Nerve Like A Firefly 4: Tumbling Down Again Ian/Dominic; NC-17. Part of a universe that's still developing and that will include Ian/Dominic; Billy/Dominic; Billy/Ian/Dominic; Dominic/Elijah and perhaps others. Co-written and much with the NC-17. Follows from here. Once in the car, Dominic buckles his seatbelt and turns toward the window, leaning on the door with one elbow and staring at the early evening sky. Ian allows him this chance to regroup, pushing a CD into the car's player, Ella Fitzgerald's voice helping to ease their way back to the cabin. Left to his exhausted devices, Dominic falls into a sweet sleep after only twenty minutes, but even so Ian finds that Dominic's body reacts to his touch. Dominic turns back toward Ian in the seat and opens his knees, and Ian settles his hand higher inside Dominic's thigh. It's less predatory than protective, and when Dominic's eyes flutter open, Ian gives him an easy smile. "Are we close?" Dominic asks, his voice rusty from sleep and the wine. Ian squeezes his thigh and shakes his head. "I've taken a detour. Somewhere you might feel a bit more comfortable." "'m fine," Dominic says softly, and this time Ian nods. "Of course you are. Indulge an old man, then, Dominic, and just take a walk with me." It's then that Dominic turns his head to look out the window and blinks. Ian's driven them well into the woods, and Dominic stares out at hundreds of surrounding trees along the path. Ian steers the car into a lookout point, and Dominic reaches for the door handle like a child on holiday before he checks and looks to Ian. "Go on," Ian smiles. "We'll look your fill or until dusk, whichever comes first." Ian leans forward, cupping Dominic's cheek. "I'd sooner not have you associate this time with nothing but rutting and discipline, my little exception. You've earned this; go enjoy it." ( Read more... ) (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, April 26th, 2007
11:10 am [kiltsandlollies]	Every Nerve Like A Firefly 3: You Might Curse Before You Bless Ian/Dominic; NC-17. Part of a universe that's still developing and that will include Ian/Dominic; Billy/Dominic; Billy/Ian/Dominic; Dominic/Elijah and perhaps others. Co-written and much with the NC-17. Follows from here. The Chardonnay truly is one of the best Ian's tasted, and even better is the way it has stained Dominic's lips a deep ruby and turned his bright eyes glassy. The meal Ian had ordered is excellent as well though Dominic has barely eaten. He's too lightheaded from the wine and too excited by everything else to settle down to food. Ian thought it a pleasure to watch him though Ian is already making plans to have an easier night. He's afraid Dominic's enthusiasm will burn him out too quickly and Dominic is something Ian plans to enjoy for a very long time. Ian takes another bite of the chocolate soufflé that is his dessert, then offers a forkful to Dominic, laughing at the noises Dominic makes when he takes his bite. The restaurant is almost empty, the hour of the day being rather too late for lunch but too early for dinner. The sun is sinking lower, casting the whole room in a warm, bright light. Ian had purposely sat with his back to the window, though the view was beautiful. He preferred the sight of his companion instead. And Dominic hasn't disappointed, talking animatedly and answering Ian's many questions about his life before New Zealand and the movies as he perches on the end of his chair, almost primly though Ian knows the real reason. The sun catches the short spikes of Dom's hair, highlighting its many colors, and emphasizes his eyes, and Ian finds himself fascinated. Usually the young men he picks are more conventionally handsome, though none have had nearly the same eagerness and willingness to learn as this one has. Ian feeds Dominic another, last bite of the dessert before he sets down the fork and reaches for the bottle of wine. "More wine?" "Are you planning on taking advantage of my drunken state?" "As soon as possible," Ian says as he fills Dominic's glass to the brim. ( Read more... ) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, April 22nd, 2007
8:22 pm [almaviva]	Korea 10 (continues from here) Billy wakes up first but doesn’t open his eyes right away. He clenches his hands on his pillow as he lay on his stomach and tries to decide if the last night had actually happened--if when he opens his eyes, he will see Dominic asleep next to him. A soft sigh and a slight shift on the mattress answers his question. “Are you still asleep?” Billy whispers as he opens his eyes. Dominic’s eyelashes brush his cheeks and Billy can’t resist reaching over to brush his finger over them and his thumb across Dominic’s lips. “Dominic?” Dominic doesn’t stir but sleeps on and Billy grins. Last night they’d made love for the first time and Billy imagines he can still feel Dominic beneath him. Feels it so strongly that he moves to make it real, nuzzling into Dominic’s neck. “Will you wake for me?” he whispers, nibbling at Dominic’s ear lobe. Billy pushes the sheet down and traces his fingers over the muscles in Dominic’s back. “Tell me good morning.” (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 27th, 2007
8:30 pm [kiltsandlollies]	general info Hi, hello. We've received a few requests to join this community over the last week, and so just a small reminder: to receive updates from the community on your friendslist, all you need do is friend the community, not join it. There's nothing locked down in here that hasn't been reposted publicly, so you haven't/won't miss a thing. To friend the community, go to our user info page and just click on the friending icon (the first on the left, the human silhouette with the + sign). Any new posts we make will show up on your friends page. Thanks so much for your interest, and especially for reading; we really do appreciate your support and feedback, for everything we write. Laura and Dani (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 6th, 2007
10:37 am [kiltsandlollies]	Every Nerve Like A Firefly 2: Our Secret Theme Ian/Dominic; NC-17. Part of a universe that's still developing and that will include Ian/Dominic; Billy/Dominic; Billy/Ian/Dominic; Dominic/Elijah and perhaps others. Co-written and much with the NC-17. Follows from here. The same thin curtains that had afforded Dominic a view of the moon last night do nothing to shield him from the sun this late morning. For a few precious moments while he's still walking the line between dreams and wakefulness, Dominic lets the thoughts of last night return to him. He'd never been fucked before he had come to New Zealand. He wasn't strictly a virgin--he'd had a steady girlfriend before he got this job, a girl who'd already been pulling away from him while he was in France filming Monsignor Renard, and who Dominic thinks might have been almost happy to see him fuck off to Wellington. There had been flirtations with men, a few blind gropes while dancing in nightclubs that eventually progressed to more. Billy hadn't been his first or even his second, nor even Ian. Not that's become a slut, not really. And he's been careful too, something for which he's terribly grateful. So no, not a virgin but also not so experienced that he always felt like he knew what he was doing. Ian had seen through his early bluffs, but Billy was new enough at this sort of thing, though certainly no virgin himself. No, not Billy. Dominic smiles a bit in his half-sleep and lets thoughts of Billy replace those from last night--lets memories of rough housing, of letting Billy pin him down with hands and thighs stronger than Dominic had ever imagined move through his mind and wake him in their own way. "Good morning, Dom. I trust you slept well." Dominic wants to scowl and turn away from the cheerful inflection in Ian's voice, to curl back beneath the warmth of the heavy blankets and either stroke himself off or fall back to sleep, but as he tries to fold around the mass of pillows, Dominic finds himself unable to do so, and maybe more surprised by that than he should be. ( You can't want to waste the day dreaming. ) (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, January 11th, 2007
9:32 am [kiltsandlollies]	Every Nerve Like a Firefly; Ian/Dominic, NC-17. An introduction to a new universe, one that's still developing and that will include Ian/Dominic; Billy/Dominic; Billy/Ian/Dominic; Dominic/Elijah and perhaps others. Co-written and much with the NC-17. "A thought occurs to me, my dear boy." At the sound of Ian's voice, Dominic raises his eyes, conscious of how he must look right now. He doesn't stop what he's doing though, just shifts a bit so that Ian knows he's listening. "This is some sort of anniversary, isn't it?" Better not to question why anniversaries and things like that even occur to Ian, Dominic supposes; any reference to Ian's age and what's retained in his vast memory might not be taken as a compliment, however politely put. Instead Dominic hums a little and nudges his head against the caress of Ian's hand, letting the sound smooth out into a "Maybe, yeah, maybe." "You can do better than that," Ian laughs, and Dominic thinks that no one could mimic that sound—it's too rich, too low, too gentle and then not. "I'm a little occupied," Dominic smiles, all teeth and bright eyes, before he goes back to his work. "And you've told me a hundred times I've got the mind of a sieve, so you go on then, Ian, enlighten me." "Can't give it away. That wouldn't be sporting." A gust of wind blows against the side of the cabin and Ian can't tell if it's the first warnings of winter or Dominic's talented tongue currently doing something rather devilish that sends a shiver down his back. He's not quite ready to come yet; not ready for this to end though he knows that afterwards Dominic's warm body will be a comfort against the chill of tonight and tomorrow morning. "Come now, Dom, and think for a moment." Dominic sighs and sits back a little, resting his cheek against Ian's thigh and trying to work it out. They've been here at the cabin for only a day and he's dozed through most of it, grateful to be indoors from the late autumn chill and even more so to be with Ian again, but he's damned if he can remember anything special having happened before around this time of year, unless ... "Alright, yeah," Dominic murmurs, his limbs curling into his chest though he's hardly wishing himself anywhere else. "You found me at—I don't remember the name of the place, Ian, but you found me and you—I went home with you." "You did significantly more than that," Ian laughs again and threads long, thin, precise fingers through Dominic's tufty hair. "Exceptional, you called me." "And so you are." Dominic arches his back and stretches languorously before he crawls up the bed to lie next to Ian. They share the pillow even as Dominic keeps up his gentle work on Ian's cock, not wanting to rush--another trait for which he's been teased--though his own cock aches from need. "I should thank you. Again." "Feel free to do so." Ian leans back further into the mattress, throws one arm behind his head, and slows his thoughts—-thoughts Dominic has learned to read well. "It'll take some convincing for me to let you go back to him, you know," Ian says, peering down his nose a little imperiously at the pretty sweep of Dominic's eyelashes. "If it weren't so fascinating to watch the two of you together, and if I weren't convinced that you'd return to me of your own volition, my beautiful, exceptional boy," Ian taps a finger lightly at Dominic's lips. "I might not allow it at all." ( Read more... ) (11 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, October 16th, 2006
9:00 am [almaviva]	Game: Round 1 Title: Untitled Author(s): kiltsandlollies and almaviva characters: bb/dm implied, ob, vm notes: This is the result of an email writing game Laura and I played from 10/9-10/14. The rules: Write three sentences. The first word of your first sentence has to be the last word of my last sentence. (I started.) ( round 1 ) (Comment on this)
Monday, March 27th, 2006
4:40 pm [kiltsandlollies]	Merman AU 4 continues from here. You can hear the shorebirds from outside Billy's little rented house, and it's their cries that wake him, earlier than he's been up since he'd arrived for this time of rest at the beach. Billy blinks at the light hitting the bare walls of his bedroom, and then holds his breath a little as he looks down at his companion--the creature Billy was never entirely sure wasn't the best part of the best dream he's ever had in his life. He's real, though; Dominic's utterly real and breathing and still half-curled around Billy in his sleep. Billy releases an exhale after a long time and just touches him, stroking along Dominic's shoulder and down his arm, peering at his skin and searching for further clues to his origins ... anything that would tell Billy more than what he knows and still has a hard time believing: that Dominic's a--a merman, has a tail and speaks a language Billy can't understand and has a smile so bright Billy can get lost in it and pretend that it doesn't matter if they're never able to speak to one another properly, because they'd certainly managed well enough last night, hadn't they? Billy laughs quietly at his own train of thought, wondering if maybe, just maybe, he's still dreaming after all. When he stirs, needing very much to get up and work out the kinks in his back and shoulders, Dominic stirs too, at first clutching at Billy's side gently, but then the action becomes more energized, with Dominic's pretty, humming, sighing breath becoming lower; the hum beneath it is like a puppy's warning growl. Billy peers down at Dominic again, surprised but not exactly ... displeased, he thinks, and then he finds he has to test his sudden theory, and does, shifting away from Dominic slightly and thrilled to hear again that mildly possessive noise rise from that full, beautiful chest. This time, Dominic's eyes fly open and then shut again, quickly; clearly he's been startled awake by Billy even though his sleep's been light in the last few minutes. "Morning," Billy says softly, his hand moving back to Dominic's cheek. "Don't be afraid." Current Mood: awake (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, December 31st, 2005
1:45 pm [almaviva]	Korea 9 Billy is glad Sidney left for Korea this morning. He doesn't know that he can take another conversation about the dangers mainly because everything seems fraught with danger now. On Monday morning he'll be at the mash unit where he won't be able to put off the realities of this anymore. But with the weekend spreading out before him, Monday seems very far away. Of course, he didn't even bother to explain that the front doesn't present as much risk for him anymore as does Dominic. It's been a long time since he's willingly let himself feel love for another person. Sometimes, usually just as dawn breaks and they would lie in Dominic's bed just holding each other, he wishes he had died out there. It wouldn't be so bad if he thought Dominic would be sent home, but he could walk now using crutches and Billy knows that soon he won't need them at all. Soon he'll be sent back to the front, too. Turning away from the window, Billy watches while Dominic dresses in a clean uniform. He think that the first thing he'll do when they leave the hospital is buy Dominic some new clothes. Civilian clothes. He can change at the Ginza Kokusai hotel before they go out to dinner. If they make it out. He thinks maybe now is the time to tell Dominic that he'll be leaving to return to Korea Sunday night. The guilt preys upon him for having kept it a secret, but he thinks that maybe Dominic already knows. It's hard to keep a secret in a place like this. The nurses all like to talk to Dominic, too. All have crushes and flirt and tease to get him to play music. He knows that one of them must have told. Feels it in the way that Dominic clings sometimes at night. "Dominic." Everytime Billy thinks he's figured out a way to say it, though, the words close up his throat. Like now, with Dominic looking up expectantly, his eyes bright because they're getting out of here together for the weekend. Telling him would dim that light and Billy needs to have these moments to carry him through the dark times. "I... Are you almost ready?" (27 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 26th, 2005
2:22 pm [almaviva]	( Scotland, October 1962 ) Current Mood: shocked (17 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 20th, 2005
10:00 am [kiltsandlollies]	Dominic backstory (Korea) originally posted in my journal. No one believed him at first. No one could imagine young Dominic Monaghan joining His—no, it was Hers, now—Her Majesty’s Army, least of all to go to Korea and fight a war in which, as his father believed, no Englishman should involve himself. His mother had been pleased, not least because it meant that Dominic might give up that ridiculous dream of becoming a musician. His father had been devastated, shocked into silence where Dominic expected him to yell or even throw a despairing, angry punch. And Matthew, once he’d recognized that Dominic was in no way trying to make up for a mistake he’d never truly made, had already begun to mourn what he instinctively knew would be the loss of his brother. Colin, however … Colin had been another matter. Colin had laughed in Dominic’s face, but Dominic had seen his hands shaking, the cigarette between two of his fingers almost falling to the floor between them. “You’re running. And into nothing, Dom. Going to get yourself killed because of Matt and Lydia?” “’s got nothing to do with them,” Dominic had sighed, pushing his drink away. “And at least I’m not running from something. I need money, Colin, and I need to get away from here. I’m not cut for factory work, and Mum was going t’throw me out unless I found something soon.” “So come with me. Into the city.” Colin had passed him a cigarette, shaking his head when Dominic had refused. “There are jobs, Dom—“ “Nothing that I can do.” “And what makes you think you can shoot a gun? You’re a fool, Dom. You’re going to die over there, and if you think anyone’s going to mourn your sorry—“ “I have no intention of dying,” Dominic had smiled, raising his glass. “At least not before you.” ( Read more... ) (Comment on this)
Monday, April 4th, 2005
9:30 pm [kiltsandlollies]	Merman AU 3 (in play) Continues from here. The drive to Billy’s rented house is indeed short, and the diversion of the half–opened window serves to keep Dominic for the most part quiet and still. His hands are restless, however; they race up and down his thighs and knees, shifting the coat he wears until more of his skin is exposed than there is covered. It’s no wonder Billy has trouble keeping his eyes on the gravel road. Billy himself is a bit cold—his trousers still more than damp and his fingers white at their tips—but he hesitates to put on the heat inside the car. Dominic seems comfortable enough, and artificial warmth in such an enclosed space might rattle him just when his hands have finally stopped moving. A pity, then, that Billy can see his house just ahead; Dominic’s an ideal driving companion once the possible dangers have been removed from his eyesight and reach. Billy applies the brakes on the Mini Cooper gently, turning to Dominic as the car slows to a complete halt. “This is it, Dominic,” he says softly, looking past Dominic out the passenger side window. “Home. Such as it is, anyway. Billy land.” Reaching for the latch of Dominic’s seat belt, Billy’s careful to not let the fabric fly up and hit the window again. In recognition of Dominic’s play earlier, they both smile—though Dominic’s smile is smaller, a bit nervous—and then Billy lifts his hand to the door lock, releasing it and sitting back to open his own door. To Billy’s surprise, Dominic does not leap from the car. He waits expectantly for something, not moving at all until Billy slides from the car and stands outside. Then Dominic is all movement, a tangle of limbs that Billy has already forgotten aren’t really supposed to be there. Rushing back over to Dominic’s side, Billy slows him down, holding Dominic’s arm and leading him out and up the little walkway into the house. Dominic stares up at the façade, and Billy wishes fervently now that he could communicate better with Dominic, to assure him that this is a place of safety, and that until one or both of them wakes from this dream—this incredible, wonderful, slow–moving and sweet dream—they really have nothing to fear. Billy can hardly communicate it to himself, much less to Dominic. “Come on, then,” he murmurs, his hand sliding down into Dominic’s and tugging gently. And less than a minute later, they are inside Billy’s darkened front room. Current Mood: optimistic (33 Comments |Comment on this)
9:29 am [kiltsandlollies]	Merman AU 2 (Dominic/Billy; completed thread) Continues from here. It's a principle Billy's always known—that the longer you stay in cold water, the warmer that water becomes around you. But truly he hasn't felt cold at all, distracted by the merman and the feel of his skin, and now by the way the creature has wrapped himself around Billy's own body. Granted, Billy's clothes feel heavy, and he supposes he'll regret soon enough how sodden they've become, but that's a small thing compared to the exhilaration of feeling the merman's ... tail slide easily behind Billy's knees and brush between his legs. And this is a dream, anyway, right? Whenever Billy wakes up, it will be to dry clothes, a warm bed and a promise of sobriety until his fiftieth birthday—something, anything, as long as he gets to enjoy this dream as long as possible. In pursuit of this, Billy raises his hands to rest on the merman's waist, feeling the muscles of the creature's stomach twitch slightly at his touch. Billy's eyes follow the merman's up to the sky, and he nods (a little more than politely) at the sound of his voice. "Es trel–la, eh?" he sighs, returning his gaze to the dark blue eyes that are presently searching his face. "We call them fireworks, though they've not got that much to do with actual fire, I don't think. But then I'm not exactly an authority on these things. I like a good fire—I bet you would, too, if you'd ever seen one—but not in the form of rain." Billy slides his hand lazily up one side of the merman's body, watching his reactions. "Y'like that. Pretty convenient that I do too, hmm? You really don't understand at all what I'm saying, do you? So it's safe for me to tell you, Mr. Seh–mee yeh do, that I don't have a fucking clue what I'm supposed to do next. Aren't you going to lure me somewhere? Drown my sorry arse and make me feel like it's a blessing?" Billy moves a little bit closer, letting his eyes fall half–closed. "Sing me into permanent sleep?" ( Read more... ) Current Mood: curious (Comment on this)
9:15 am [kiltsandlollies]	Merman AU 1 (Dominic/Billy; completed thread) Inspired by: ( The Song of Wandering Aengus ) Current Mood: curious (Comment on this)