Lilac Wine

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Title: Lilac Wine

Author: Pippin’s Penny

Rating: PG

Pairing: Billy and ??                         (ok, it’s Dom!  Hee hee hee hee hee!)

A/N: This is for a fIc challenge at the BBB.  Since I already did the 3 paragraphs of the song required, I slightly changed some words in the last stanza to fit the fic better. :P

 

Two endings!  Pick your ending!

 

 

 

Billy sat alone in his lounge on his hardwood floor with an opened bottle of wine and gently strummed his guitar.  He closed his eyes as a single warm, salty tear rolled down his face.  He took a long deep swallow of the wine and strummed again, not registering the burn the alcohol caused in his throat or his belly. 

 

He was not really playing anything in particular, just strumming soft poignant sounds, hoping it would distract him from his thoughts.  From what he had just walked in on no more than an hour ago. 

 

The melody he played was his, from his soul.  It was slow, steady and mournful. He was alone; he could finally allow the tears he had been trying to deny.  One after one they streaked down his cheeks.    

 

This time he winced at as he took another swallow of the dark dry wine. 

 

He wiped his cheek on his shoulder, but kept strumming.  As he played, he discovered a familiar tune soon was working its way out and he found himself begin to softly sing.

 

 

 

I lost myself on a cool damp night
I gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotized by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree

I made wine from the lilac tree
Put my heart in it’s recipe
It makes me see what I want to see
And be… what I want to be

 

 

 

Billy put his head down and was silent again, regaining his composure; however his fingers continued to slowly strum.  He needed a moment for his voice to regain its strength.  He wet his lips and took several more large drinks from the bottle.

 

His mind once again wandered.  He remembered their first meeting, their constant flirting and the first time they touched each other, really touched each other.  The first attempt at making love was clumsy, almost comical.  They’d wanted each other so damn much and for so long.  Nervous hands exploring needy hungry new bodies.  Eager to please, eager for the release they both desired and craved. 

 

Then the second time, they were better at it… much better.  They relaxed, luxuriated in each other’s bodies.  They learned each other so quickly and with much enthusiasm. 

 

Their relationship was not based on jealousy, ever.  They fell into it so damn freely, easily and confidently.  It was as if they were on a constant honeymoon.  Their friends were delighted for them; they laughed at their zeal and passion and were amazed by their long and happy bliss.  They seemed perfect together.

 

And now this.  Him.  He was always there, worming his way into their every conversation, into their every activity; he was there, always there.  His love didn’t seem to mind, almost seemed to encouraged it.  How could it be?  How did it turn so bad so quickly?  This was the first person Billy had ever really loved.   He had given himself so completely, trusted totally and had never felt so safe and loved before.    

 

He took another drink and swallowed hard, wiped his wet tears from his cheek on his shoulder once again, cursed quietly, then continued to softly sing. 

 

When I think more than I want to think
Do things I never should do
I drink much more that I ought to drink
Because it brings me back you

Lilac wine is sweet and heady,
Like my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady,
Like my love

 

 

Billy’s sweet voice was barely audible now; it cracked at the last line. 

 

 

Alternative Ending 1                       Alternative Ending 2