monaboyd | First ever monaboyd, feedback please...

Title: On apples, and peaches
Author:

_lothlorien_
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: No idea how to work ratings, but there's nothing bad in it.
Summary: Billy finds Dom's comments about how he smells like a fruitbowl quite disconcerting but humorous all the same.
Disclaimer: Completely and utterly pure fiction.
Feedback: Yes PLEASE. It's my first fanfic and obviously monaboyd fic and I need pointers, suggestions and help in all shapes and sizes.
Author's Notes: Like I said above, first fanfic ever, so don't expect miracles. It's pretty short and rather random, I hardly concentrated on character details so sorry about that.

It was not often that Dom found himself in this position, curled up in the crook of Billy's body, his head resting between Billy's chin and collar bone. It was a nice position to be in, warm and comforting yet not uncomfortable.

Billy's breath was even and slow, lulling them both into a hazy world where nothing made sense but the fact that they were there, together.

"Billy?" Dom breathed.
"Mmmm..."
"What cologne do you use?"
Billy waited a bit for the idiocy of the question to sink in..."You really are an odd one Dom," he chuckled, wrapping his arms tighter around the younger man.
"No really, it's very nice" assured Dom, almost dumbfounded by Billy's remark.
"I don't know what it is. It was a gift I think, never occured to me that the name mattered."
"It doesn't really...in the greater sceme of things" sain Dom in a voice one would expect a bewildered child to have.
No Dommie, I don't suppose it does."

They were silent for a while, taking in the beauty and quiet of the evening.

"It smells very nice" Dom suddenly interjected.
"What? The cologne?"
"Yeah, like apples."
"Apples?"
"Yes, apples"
Billy twisted his head and landed a kiss on Dom's forhead, I don't know if I want to smell like apples."
"Yeah, peaches would be better."
"Peaches?"
"Yes, you remind me of peaches."
"I remind you of a fruit? A big round orange one at that. Thanks Dom, my ego is really enjoying this conversation."
"'Nuthing wrong wit peaches" Came Dom's muffeled voice. He had stuck his head under the blanckets in order to double check Billy's top for traces of peach fragrance.
"Where are you going?" inquired Billy after Dom's disappearing head.
"'m sure I smelt a peach"
"What? In my pants? Oh sure you horny bastard." said Billy, laughing.
"No really" said Dom, reappearing with a peach in his hand.
"Where the hell did that come from?"
"Dunno, I think I might have left it here this morning."
"Dom, it's not normal to go scattering peaches on outside sofas."
"I was not scattering them, I was about to eat it when you attacked me from behind WWE style."
"Oh, right...goodgood" said Billy grinning insanely.

A dead silence fell, broken only by a cruch as Dom bit into the peach. He munched away silently, as though contemplating something very important. Finally, he spoke:

"You know, what you said about me being a horny little bastard wasn't exactly far off the mark. I mean, let's drop the bastard part...but the horny, it's quite true really."
"Oh really," said Billy, taking the air of a British aristocrat, "that's interesting..."
Dom grinned, "Shut up you wanker! Inside?"
Billy couldn't hold his grin off for much longer, "Now."

All thoughts of apples, peaches and other fruit groups were forgotten.