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Title: Billy and The Hair
Author: Catherine
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-13 (Language)
Warnings: Slash; RPS; Language
Disclaimer: I'm amazingly glad that I don't actually own any people, much though it would be quite fun to have Billy and Dom poking around the house and making trouble. I have met them, but I don't know them, and this is most likely a huge great pack of lies. I do, however, own the writing here, and nobody may archive this without my express permission.
A/N: Written for pippinmctaggart when she was having a bad day and posted originally in a comment to her. Inspired by Dom's appearance at the premiere of "Batman Begins".
Feedback: Sure! I'll even clean the gun for you!

Cross-posted to my journal. (Sorry!)



"I worked hard to get my hair to go that way, I'll have you know!"

"You mean your stylist did. You didn't lift a bloody finger."

"Well, I did, but she threatened to tie me up if I didn't stop, so…"

"So you messed it all up and made her go and get the restraints, didn't you?"

"Yes, well…"

"And look at all this shite in your head, you daft git! It's a pity you're not in combat. The army'd save a lot by you coming with your own permanent helmet."

"Fuck you, Bills!"

"Maybe later, after your hair's grown out a bit. I don't much feel like doing Draco Malfoy just at the moment."

"Sod off, you!"

"Well, if you insist. Let's see, now… Won't take me too long to get to Vig, and he's a great, great kisser…"

"Wha… Bills, you only just got here!"

"Yes, and I'll thank to give me back my Dommie intact, Mr. Malfoy. I fly for ten hours straight – don't you dare, mate! – to see the love of my life, and I get a demented young platinum blond wizard. You scared the piss out of me!"

"Bill, I…"

"No, don't you dare try to hug me! You practically gave me a sodding concussion at the airport with that hair of yours."

"But…"

"And that was before you actually touched me!"

"Did you mean it, Bill?"

"Of course I bloody meant it! That thing on your head just isn't you. It ate the man I came to see and spat out his forehead!"

"I meant what you said about flying for ten hours to see –"

"The love of my life? Yes, of course I did! How often do you think I get to see Elijah, anyway?"

"…"

"Of course I did, Dommie. I'll even get used to seeing Draco in the morning, if I must. Just, please, take all that glue or whatever the fuck that shite is out of your hair. I don't want to injure myself when you fly through the air to hug me. Or when we're shagging each other senseless."

"Bill…"

"Besides, I love running my hand through it. Or I did, before you turned it into combat gear!"

"Want to help me get it off?"

"I don't think I fancy taking the chisel to your head, Dom."

"I've got a special shampoo. And I'd cut off me damned hair if it meant I'd feel your hands there again."

"Och, Dom… Let's go get that stuff off you before I get impatient enough to take you up on that."

"Bill?"

"Yes?"

"I love you, you know."

"I love you too, you platinum nancy!"

"…"

"Dommie… Come to the shower, love. I miss touching you."