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monaboyd Aug. 19th, 2005 11:00 pm)Title: Every Breath You Take
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Rating: G or PG, I don’t know yet
Warning: Fluffy as fluffy can get
Summary: Billy recovers at home and Dom worries about him
Author’s Note: Heh. This actually came from a dream that I had last night, and I spent two hours on it this afternoon to not forget what I wanted to write. I never usually write fics, though it was my favourite thing to do in Creative Writing class in High School; my teacher knew that I always had writer's block often during the course, however I redeemed myself when I finally got my inspirations. BETA'd by the wonderful sassywitch in record time (you rock, honey), here it is....
Despite his own condition, and that his lover meant well, Billy worried about Dom. Though, it was only when Dom slept beside him that he didn’t worry…most of the time, since Billy was taking painkiller pills, they helped him sleep well.
Billy knew that Dom was just making sure that the mending was as comfortable as humanly possible, as it was a week after Billy’s open-heart surgery.
Dom didn’t mind, though. He was taking care of the man he loved, whom, as he knew, surely was in a lot of pain, even a week after his emergency operation. He just wanted to help Billy mend with as little pain as he could. Helping him bathe, go to the washroom, eat, move blankets and pillows around to make his sleeping comfortable, etc. He would chuckle every time he was threatened to sleep beside Billy; otherwise, as he was told each time, Billy would kick his arse many times when the latter was fully mended.
But Dom still couldn’t fall asleep. He just kept watching Billy sleep peacefully, without a single line of discomfort on his beautiful, tired face. He traced his fingers along Billy’s cheek before gently cupping it and stroking the latter’s lips and gently kissing the older man, and finally falling asleep in the wee hours of the morning.
Every morning, Dom found himself waking up with his head on Billy’s chest, just over his strong-beating heart, his right arm under Billy’s pillow, the latter’s left arm wrapped around Dom’s waist. The best part was when Dom found his left arm on Billy’s stomach and the fingers laced with his lover’s. Sometimes Billy was up, having watched Dom sleep, and sometimes it was the other way around.
One night, Billy woke up to a clicking of some sort. He ignored it and tried going back to sleep. However the click came back, again, and again, and again, making Billy more conscious every time he heard it. He opened his eyes to see Dom taking pictures. Dom stopped and took Billy’s hand to kiss it, in apology of waking up the older man. When Billy asked why, and Dom came up with some kind of silly excuse that Viggo wanted Dom to help him add to his photo collection by getting pictures of Billy while he slept during his recovery.
Billy only smiled; he knew that there was more to this than revealed and gave Dom a knowing look. Dom finally confessed that he was afraid of forgetting what Billy would look like when asleep, that basically he was terrified of the unknown. In the end, Dom was nearly sobbing after telling Billy how he was so scared of how serious and how sudden the operation was to occur, the way it had.
Dom and Billy held each other tightly that night, after the latter finally convinced the younger man that he was okay. He comforted Dom by tender touches, words of reassurance that Billy wasn’t going to leave him any time soon, and kisses of undying love.
That morning, Dom woke up to an empty space beside him. The panic of his lover’s whereabouts woke him up, and then he calmed down after seeing the note on Billy’s pillow, saying to not worry; he was only on the balcony. Dom got up and saw Billy’s back through the patio door windows. There he was, dangling his legs through the wide gaps between the bars of the balcony’s railing. The sun was just coming up and Dom opened the door, closed it, and sat behind Billy, his legs on either side of his lover’s, his thighs touching the other’s comfortably. His arms wrapped around Billy’s waist, and let the latter rest against Dom’s chest. They looked at each other, kissed long and lovingly, and then watched as the sun rose silence.
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The image of Billy sitting on a balcony with his legs dangling between the posts is now permanently etched in my brain. Thank you for that.
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*blushes* You're too nice.