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Title: The Storm
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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-ish
Summary: How strong is mother nature?
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Many thanks tofrojane for the beta.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is just my imagination at work.
A/N: Happy LOST day! Warning of angst.
It’s an average morning for Billy, rising early and making tea with porridge after taking a long, hot shower. As always, his dreams had been filled with images of Dom, in New Zealand and Hawaii, his cheeky smile and beautiful eyes lighting up his sweet face. Billy had awoken with Dom’s laughter echoing in his mind, the sound flowing over his skin like a blanket of feathery kisses. On days like these, he doesn’t mind waking up, because he gets to carry that part of Dom with him all day. The part of Dom that’s reserved for only him.
All is well until Billy decides to turn on the television, for reasons he’s not quite sure of. Flipping aimlessly through the channels, Billy is about to give up and head off to the shops for some much needed groceries when images of a violent storm and enormous waves crashing against the shore fill the screen. Palm tress are being tossed about and uprooted like twigs, the gale force winds stripping away walls and destroying houses like they’re made of paper. This is no movie. It’s real.
Not taking his eyes off the screen Billy reaches blindly for the phone, his fingers instinctually knowing the order in which to press the buttons. Listening to the reporter give details about the storm that is now hammering the tropical shores of Oahu, Billy holds the cordless phone to his ear, his heart sinking when Dom’s mobile goes immediately to voicemail. Hanging up, Billy then dials the number to the beach house, listening to the reporter explain that the storm was supposed to have been mild, but has gotten significantly worse without warning.
Images of people fleeing in torrential rain cause Billy’s breath to catch in his throat and his limbs tremble. It’s chaos, people running, in desperate search for safe shelter as the storm rages on. Billy’s belly twists into a tight knot when the recording of a calm, female voice comes on the phone line, informing him that all circuits are busy. Cursing in Gaelic as he’s overcome with fear and frustration, Billy ends the call and then presses redial, hoping that this time the call will go through.
Over and over, for an hour, Billy redials, hoping and praying that this time he’ll be successful. This time his Dommie will answer and assure Billy that he’s just fine. That there was nothing to worry about in the first place. It was just a bit of wind. Then suddenly a thought hits Billy, square in the chest, stealing his breath. What if Dom is trying to call him from somewhere safe? Or worse, what if something has happened to him and someone is trying to call to tell him the bad news. What if Dom is hurt?
Allowing himself just one more call, Billy dials Dom’s mobile again, listening to his lover’s cheerful greeting, trying to visualize Dom’s face, safe and happy. Committing the sound to memory, Billy then draws in a breath so he can speak as the mobile flips over to record a message.
“Dommie?” Billy whispers into the mouthpiece, his voice shaking with a panic he can’t begin to try to hide. “It’s all over the news. The storm. I’m scared, love. I’m so scared. I need you to call me and tell me that you’re alright. Call me, Dommie. Please.”
Plans for the day forgotten, Billy stays glued to his television for hours, anxiously watching the updated reports, his heart lurching when the damage reports begin rolling in. The beach that Dom’s cozy house sits on the edge off has been hit badly, and many residents are unaccounted for. Tears welling up in his worried green eyes, Billy’s fingers flutter over the cordless phone resting in his lap. The urge to try to reach Dom again is enormous, but Billy resists, refusing to do anything that prevent him from receiving a call.
Dragging a hand through his already wild hair, Billy takes a deep breath in an attempt to compose himself as his shoulders tremble violently. A sob starts to bubble up in his throat, but he forces it back down. Dom is alright. He has to be alright. If Billy believes it enough, it’ll be true. Weary and emotionally exhausted, Billy sinks into the couch, the phone clutched to his heart. So caught up in the images on the television, Billy doesn’t notice anyone else is in the room until a small hand squeezes his shoulder.
Head whipping around so fast it hurts, Billy looks up, right into eyes as green as his own.
“No word from Dom?” Maggie asks softly as she takes a seat next to her brother and slides an arm around his shoulders.
“Nothing,” Billy admits sadly, allowing Maggie to guide his head down to rest on her shoulder.
“The phone lines are probably down because of the storm,” she says, trying to offer comfort and some much needed hope.
“Yeah, they are.”
“Have you tried lately?”
Billy shakes his head. “No. He might be trying to call.”
“I’m sure he will as soon as he can,’” Maggie replies, drawing her fingers through Billy’s hair.” I’m sure he’s doing everything he can to get through.”
“Yeah.”
“Can I make you some tea?”
“I’m okay,” Billy says absently, forgetting that it’s been hours since he had anything.
Shaking her head, Maggie kisses Billy’s forehead before disappearing into the kitchen. When she returns five minutes later with two cups of steaming, fragrant liquid, Billy automatically accepts the one she offers him. Staring at the television, Billy watches aimlessly, eyes occasionally flickering over to the phone now sitting on the coffee table, silently willing it to ring.
“Billy, why don’t you-”
Maggie’s words are cut off by a shrill sound, and Billy’s cup of tea falls to the floor and shatters as he dives for the phone.
“Dommie?” he chokes out, sending up a fervent prayer.
The connection is terrible, loud crackles drowning out all background noise. There are loud pops and hisses, but a voice is trying desperately to push through.
“-illy?”
“Dommie?” Billy repeats, pressing the phone tighter to his ear.
“-ill, I ca. . . rely h- . . . you,” the voice continues. “I’m sor-”
“Dommie, are you alright?” Billy cries, his voice louder than it needs to be.
“I’m f- . . . Been try- . . . get a ph- . . . hours,” is Dom’s mangled reply. “The storm-”
“I know, Dommie.”
“Can’t t- . . . long. I’ll try . . . later.”
“I love you, Dommie,” Billy says, his heart finally starting to settle a little. “Take care-”
A scream rips through the phone line, and then there is nothing.
“Dommie?” Billy cries out, willing the line to spring to life again. “Dommie!”
Legs suddenly giving out, Billy falls to the floor, his breath coming in harsh gasps. Caught up in his own fear and pain, Billy doesn’t react when Maggie wraps her arms around his waist and gently pulls him back up to the couch, guiding him to lay down, his head in her lap.
“It’ll be alright,” she says softly.
The terrified scream echoing in his mind, vibrating all the way down to his bones, Billy’s not so sure. He wants to believe that it wasn’t Dom, but honestly, he couldn’t tell. All he knows is the fear he heard in that lone voice, crying out, desperate and in pain. Emotions overwhelming him, Billy’s eyes fill with tears and spill down his cheeks, dampening Maggie’s skirt as she rubs his back and strokes his hair.
“It’ll be alright,” she whispers, watching as Billy surrenders to the tears and lets the pain come pouring out.
Exhaustion finally taking Billy in its grip, Maggie watches as Billy struggles and then loses the battle, falling into an uneasy sleep, the tears still wet on his cheeks. Taking the blanket laying over the back of the couch, Maggie covers Billy with the warmth, leaning down and pressing a feathery kiss to his temple.
“Dom will do whatever it takes to find his way back to you,” she whispers in his ear. “Remember that.”
Stroking Billy’s hair and rubbing his back, Maggie prays that she hasn’t just told a lie and offered Billy false hope. Losing their parents was so hard on Billy, and Maggie’s not sure that Billy can handle losing another person he loves. Watching Billy sleep, Maggie mentally crosses her fingers that he’ll rest for a while. Until the phone rings again, and Dom’s safety has been confirmed.
“Just sleep,” she murmurs. “It’ll be all better soon.”
Curling up into a ball on the couch, Billy nuzzles his cheek against Maggie’s knee, his breath catching and then settling into a steady rhythm again. As he slips over the edge and falls into the abyss of sleep, one word falls from his lips.
“Dommie.”
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Night is falling when Billy opens his eyes, and he blinks several times, trying to remember why he’s laying on the couch, his sister’s hand resting between his shoulder blades. In an instant, it all comes rushing back, and Billy scrambles to sit up, searching for the phone.
“It’s right here,” Maggie says quietly, offering the object to him. “I’ve been holding it for you.”
“Why did you let me sleep?” Billy asks sharply, cradling the phone protectively to his chest.
“Because it hurts me to see you in so much pain,” Maggie replies quietly, her eyes glistening. “I thought letting you escape for a little while would help.”
Shame rips through Billy, and then he’s tucking his sister’s head under his chin and cuddling her in his arms.
“Mags, I’m so sorry,” Billy offers sincerely. “Here I am being a right bastard when you came over to stay with me. Help me wait.”
“It’s okay,” Maggie replies, brushing at her eyes. “I know you’re worried about Dom. So am I.”
“Kind of incredible isn’t it?” Billy wonders aloud. “All this technology, but when mother nature gets involved, we’re-”
A shrill ring interrupts Billy’s words, causing both siblings to flinch in surprise. Hands coming together and squeezing gently, Maggie nods in encouragement as Billy answers the call.
“Hello?”
“Billy? Baby?” Dom says, his tone exhausted, but relieved.
“Dommie,” Billy murmurs with a sigh, the tension in his body sliding off his shoulders. “Are you alright, love?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m so sorry we got cut off.”
“What happened?”
“The storm hit in the middle of the night. We’d had a long day of filming and I was fucking exhausted, so I didn’t even hear it until the patio doors in the bedroom blew in,” Dom replies. “I heard this crack, and then the bed was covered in glass.”
“Oh my God! Are you hurt?” Billy asks in a frantic rush.
“Just a couple of scratches on my arm,” Dom assures him. “That’s it.”
“Jesus Christ,” Billy moans. “I was so scared.”
“Me too,” Dom admits. “I was putting on some clothes when the windows in the living room blew in. It scared the Hell out of me, so I grabbed some essentials and then ran.”
“Essentials?” Billy repeats.
“Gizmo,” Dom replies, as if it should be very obvious. “I couldn’t leave him behind.”
Exhaling, Billy shakes his head. Of course Dom wouldn’t abandon his leaf-mantis, not even in the middle of a life threatening tropical storm.
“I also grabbed that picture of us that sits next to the bed,” Dom adds shyly. “The one by the waterfall.”
“Dommie,” Billy murmurs lovingly, aching to reach through the phone and cradle his lover close. “You daftie.”
“I couldn’t leave you behind, Bills. I’ve got back up copies of all the other photos saved on cds in a safe deposit box,” Dom explains. “But not that one.”
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Billy asks, gnawing on his lower lip.
“I’m a little shaky, but I’m going to be fine,” Dom replies. “Now that I’m talking to you. I’ve been trying to call for hours, but the lines were down.”
“Where are you?” Billy suddenly wonders, imagining his Dommie, cold and wet, exposed to the elements. “Have you got a place to stay?”
“The production company got me into a hotel,” Dom answers. “I’ll be here until the windows are fixed, if the house is still there.”
“That was too close, Dommie,” Billy whispers, fresh tears making his eyes glisten. “Too fecking close.”
“I’m really okay, Bills,” Dom promises. “Honest.”
“I love you, Dominic Monaghan,” Billy says, using Dom’s full name, wanting to feel it roll off his tongue. “Always.”
“I love you, too, William Boyd,” Dom replies fondly. “And nothing is ever going to change that, because our love is stronger than any storm.”
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Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-ish
Summary: How strong is mother nature?
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Many thanks to
frojane for the beta.Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is just my imagination at work.
A/N: Happy LOST day! Warning of angst.
It’s an average morning for Billy, rising early and making tea with porridge after taking a long, hot shower. As always, his dreams had been filled with images of Dom, in New Zealand and Hawaii, his cheeky smile and beautiful eyes lighting up his sweet face. Billy had awoken with Dom’s laughter echoing in his mind, the sound flowing over his skin like a blanket of feathery kisses. On days like these, he doesn’t mind waking up, because he gets to carry that part of Dom with him all day. The part of Dom that’s reserved for only him.
All is well until Billy decides to turn on the television, for reasons he’s not quite sure of. Flipping aimlessly through the channels, Billy is about to give up and head off to the shops for some much needed groceries when images of a violent storm and enormous waves crashing against the shore fill the screen. Palm tress are being tossed about and uprooted like twigs, the gale force winds stripping away walls and destroying houses like they’re made of paper. This is no movie. It’s real.
Not taking his eyes off the screen Billy reaches blindly for the phone, his fingers instinctually knowing the order in which to press the buttons. Listening to the reporter give details about the storm that is now hammering the tropical shores of Oahu, Billy holds the cordless phone to his ear, his heart sinking when Dom’s mobile goes immediately to voicemail. Hanging up, Billy then dials the number to the beach house, listening to the reporter explain that the storm was supposed to have been mild, but has gotten significantly worse without warning.
Images of people fleeing in torrential rain cause Billy’s breath to catch in his throat and his limbs tremble. It’s chaos, people running, in desperate search for safe shelter as the storm rages on. Billy’s belly twists into a tight knot when the recording of a calm, female voice comes on the phone line, informing him that all circuits are busy. Cursing in Gaelic as he’s overcome with fear and frustration, Billy ends the call and then presses redial, hoping that this time the call will go through.
Over and over, for an hour, Billy redials, hoping and praying that this time he’ll be successful. This time his Dommie will answer and assure Billy that he’s just fine. That there was nothing to worry about in the first place. It was just a bit of wind. Then suddenly a thought hits Billy, square in the chest, stealing his breath. What if Dom is trying to call him from somewhere safe? Or worse, what if something has happened to him and someone is trying to call to tell him the bad news. What if Dom is hurt?
Allowing himself just one more call, Billy dials Dom’s mobile again, listening to his lover’s cheerful greeting, trying to visualize Dom’s face, safe and happy. Committing the sound to memory, Billy then draws in a breath so he can speak as the mobile flips over to record a message.
“Dommie?” Billy whispers into the mouthpiece, his voice shaking with a panic he can’t begin to try to hide. “It’s all over the news. The storm. I’m scared, love. I’m so scared. I need you to call me and tell me that you’re alright. Call me, Dommie. Please.”
Plans for the day forgotten, Billy stays glued to his television for hours, anxiously watching the updated reports, his heart lurching when the damage reports begin rolling in. The beach that Dom’s cozy house sits on the edge off has been hit badly, and many residents are unaccounted for. Tears welling up in his worried green eyes, Billy’s fingers flutter over the cordless phone resting in his lap. The urge to try to reach Dom again is enormous, but Billy resists, refusing to do anything that prevent him from receiving a call.
Dragging a hand through his already wild hair, Billy takes a deep breath in an attempt to compose himself as his shoulders tremble violently. A sob starts to bubble up in his throat, but he forces it back down. Dom is alright. He has to be alright. If Billy believes it enough, it’ll be true. Weary and emotionally exhausted, Billy sinks into the couch, the phone clutched to his heart. So caught up in the images on the television, Billy doesn’t notice anyone else is in the room until a small hand squeezes his shoulder.
Head whipping around so fast it hurts, Billy looks up, right into eyes as green as his own.
“No word from Dom?” Maggie asks softly as she takes a seat next to her brother and slides an arm around his shoulders.
“Nothing,” Billy admits sadly, allowing Maggie to guide his head down to rest on her shoulder.
“The phone lines are probably down because of the storm,” she says, trying to offer comfort and some much needed hope.
“Yeah, they are.”
“Have you tried lately?”
Billy shakes his head. “No. He might be trying to call.”
“I’m sure he will as soon as he can,’” Maggie replies, drawing her fingers through Billy’s hair.” I’m sure he’s doing everything he can to get through.”
“Yeah.”
“Can I make you some tea?”
“I’m okay,” Billy says absently, forgetting that it’s been hours since he had anything.
Shaking her head, Maggie kisses Billy’s forehead before disappearing into the kitchen. When she returns five minutes later with two cups of steaming, fragrant liquid, Billy automatically accepts the one she offers him. Staring at the television, Billy watches aimlessly, eyes occasionally flickering over to the phone now sitting on the coffee table, silently willing it to ring.
“Billy, why don’t you-”
Maggie’s words are cut off by a shrill sound, and Billy’s cup of tea falls to the floor and shatters as he dives for the phone.
“Dommie?” he chokes out, sending up a fervent prayer.
The connection is terrible, loud crackles drowning out all background noise. There are loud pops and hisses, but a voice is trying desperately to push through.
“-illy?”
“Dommie?” Billy repeats, pressing the phone tighter to his ear.
“-ill, I ca. . . rely h- . . . you,” the voice continues. “I’m sor-”
“Dommie, are you alright?” Billy cries, his voice louder than it needs to be.
“I’m f- . . . Been try- . . . get a ph- . . . hours,” is Dom’s mangled reply. “The storm-”
“I know, Dommie.”
“Can’t t- . . . long. I’ll try . . . later.”
“I love you, Dommie,” Billy says, his heart finally starting to settle a little. “Take care-”
A scream rips through the phone line, and then there is nothing.
“Dommie?” Billy cries out, willing the line to spring to life again. “Dommie!”
Legs suddenly giving out, Billy falls to the floor, his breath coming in harsh gasps. Caught up in his own fear and pain, Billy doesn’t react when Maggie wraps her arms around his waist and gently pulls him back up to the couch, guiding him to lay down, his head in her lap.
“It’ll be alright,” she says softly.
The terrified scream echoing in his mind, vibrating all the way down to his bones, Billy’s not so sure. He wants to believe that it wasn’t Dom, but honestly, he couldn’t tell. All he knows is the fear he heard in that lone voice, crying out, desperate and in pain. Emotions overwhelming him, Billy’s eyes fill with tears and spill down his cheeks, dampening Maggie’s skirt as she rubs his back and strokes his hair.
“It’ll be alright,” she whispers, watching as Billy surrenders to the tears and lets the pain come pouring out.
Exhaustion finally taking Billy in its grip, Maggie watches as Billy struggles and then loses the battle, falling into an uneasy sleep, the tears still wet on his cheeks. Taking the blanket laying over the back of the couch, Maggie covers Billy with the warmth, leaning down and pressing a feathery kiss to his temple.
“Dom will do whatever it takes to find his way back to you,” she whispers in his ear. “Remember that.”
Stroking Billy’s hair and rubbing his back, Maggie prays that she hasn’t just told a lie and offered Billy false hope. Losing their parents was so hard on Billy, and Maggie’s not sure that Billy can handle losing another person he loves. Watching Billy sleep, Maggie mentally crosses her fingers that he’ll rest for a while. Until the phone rings again, and Dom’s safety has been confirmed.
“Just sleep,” she murmurs. “It’ll be all better soon.”
Curling up into a ball on the couch, Billy nuzzles his cheek against Maggie’s knee, his breath catching and then settling into a steady rhythm again. As he slips over the edge and falls into the abyss of sleep, one word falls from his lips.
“Dommie.”
Night is falling when Billy opens his eyes, and he blinks several times, trying to remember why he’s laying on the couch, his sister’s hand resting between his shoulder blades. In an instant, it all comes rushing back, and Billy scrambles to sit up, searching for the phone.
“It’s right here,” Maggie says quietly, offering the object to him. “I’ve been holding it for you.”
“Why did you let me sleep?” Billy asks sharply, cradling the phone protectively to his chest.
“Because it hurts me to see you in so much pain,” Maggie replies quietly, her eyes glistening. “I thought letting you escape for a little while would help.”
Shame rips through Billy, and then he’s tucking his sister’s head under his chin and cuddling her in his arms.
“Mags, I’m so sorry,” Billy offers sincerely. “Here I am being a right bastard when you came over to stay with me. Help me wait.”
“It’s okay,” Maggie replies, brushing at her eyes. “I know you’re worried about Dom. So am I.”
“Kind of incredible isn’t it?” Billy wonders aloud. “All this technology, but when mother nature gets involved, we’re-”
A shrill ring interrupts Billy’s words, causing both siblings to flinch in surprise. Hands coming together and squeezing gently, Maggie nods in encouragement as Billy answers the call.
“Hello?”
“Billy? Baby?” Dom says, his tone exhausted, but relieved.
“Dommie,” Billy murmurs with a sigh, the tension in his body sliding off his shoulders. “Are you alright, love?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m so sorry we got cut off.”
“What happened?”
“The storm hit in the middle of the night. We’d had a long day of filming and I was fucking exhausted, so I didn’t even hear it until the patio doors in the bedroom blew in,” Dom replies. “I heard this crack, and then the bed was covered in glass.”
“Oh my God! Are you hurt?” Billy asks in a frantic rush.
“Just a couple of scratches on my arm,” Dom assures him. “That’s it.”
“Jesus Christ,” Billy moans. “I was so scared.”
“Me too,” Dom admits. “I was putting on some clothes when the windows in the living room blew in. It scared the Hell out of me, so I grabbed some essentials and then ran.”
“Essentials?” Billy repeats.
“Gizmo,” Dom replies, as if it should be very obvious. “I couldn’t leave him behind.”
Exhaling, Billy shakes his head. Of course Dom wouldn’t abandon his leaf-mantis, not even in the middle of a life threatening tropical storm.
“I also grabbed that picture of us that sits next to the bed,” Dom adds shyly. “The one by the waterfall.”
“Dommie,” Billy murmurs lovingly, aching to reach through the phone and cradle his lover close. “You daftie.”
“I couldn’t leave you behind, Bills. I’ve got back up copies of all the other photos saved on cds in a safe deposit box,” Dom explains. “But not that one.”
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Billy asks, gnawing on his lower lip.
“I’m a little shaky, but I’m going to be fine,” Dom replies. “Now that I’m talking to you. I’ve been trying to call for hours, but the lines were down.”
“Where are you?” Billy suddenly wonders, imagining his Dommie, cold and wet, exposed to the elements. “Have you got a place to stay?”
“The production company got me into a hotel,” Dom answers. “I’ll be here until the windows are fixed, if the house is still there.”
“That was too close, Dommie,” Billy whispers, fresh tears making his eyes glisten. “Too fecking close.”
“I’m really okay, Bills,” Dom promises. “Honest.”
“I love you, Dominic Monaghan,” Billy says, using Dom’s full name, wanting to feel it roll off his tongue. “Always.”
“I love you, too, William Boyd,” Dom replies fondly. “And nothing is ever going to change that, because our love is stronger than any storm.”
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Glad you enjoyed.
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Thank you :)
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Poor Billy was so worried. I had to give him his Dommie back, safe and sound.
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I needed a happy ending. Thank you. :)
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hee. because Dom sooo would rescue his little buddies, at risk to himself. :smile:
having been on the waiting end of that type of phone call before, in real life (my mom was caught in a bad storm/hurrican, i think it was called "Inikee" (not even close to how it was spelled.) hotel was trashed, windows just gone. she couldn't get a line out to us for about 10 hours. it was a very long wait) i thought you caught billy's dispair quite nicely. you really do agonize about using the phone, wanting to call out, but not wanting to miss an incoming call.
so do we owe your muse a thank you for playing nice with us? :wink:
i loved the happy ending!
kerry =)
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Thank you.
Honey, watch this space. Tomorrow, you get a happy fic. Hee.
*hugs*
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Exactly.
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I loved supportive Maggie.
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Thank you very much. I adored Maggie in this, too.
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I really like the stories that have them seperated on opposite sides of the world. I love how you write them loving over oceans without seeing each other or touching each other or the sex. But then again, I'm a sap, so there ya go.
Dom saving Gizmo was such an 'awwwwwwwww' moment. And I loved how he took that picture, and it's one of his 'essentials'. And I love that he has all the other ones backed up in a safe deposit. Did I mention I'm a sap?
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I love showing them having a connection beyond sex. Sure, the smut is nice, but if there's nothing else to it . . . I ramped up the sap factor, because I like to think that Dom is sentimental like that. Then it came down to it, what would be the few things he would save?
Thanks! :)