FIC: Western Lovers:Cowboys & Archaeologists (16/30)

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Title: Western Lovers: Cowboys and Archaeologists 16/30
Author: sassywitch
Pairing: BB/DM with a smattering of VM/LT and DW/OB
Rating: NC-17, to be on the safe side.
Summary: Billy is a man to be reckoned with. Can Dom heal his wounded soul and his own into the bargain. Could Billy make him forget the bitter lessons of the past?
Feedback: Feedback is my writers crack, which is not to be confused at all with plumbers crack.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. These men whilst adorable and perfectly happy to slash themselves, their actual relationship is something that they only know. This story is adapted from a series of books that I adored when I was younger written by Elizabeth Lowell.
Word Count: 4021
Header Art: Courtesy of the incredibly talented loki_girl
Previous Chapters: can be found Here
A/N: A huge thank you to dylan_dufresne for the inspiration, the prodding and the beta. My grammar sucks so she had to suffer it so nobody else would. Next Chapter on Monday.
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Billy had been right about the length of the drive to Arwen Canyon after all. And the silence. Dom slept most of the way, despite the roughness of the road, telling Billy two things. The first was that Dom trusted his driving skills, but Billy already knew that. The second was that Dom was exhausted after last night, especially to sleep so soundly, now in the rolling front seat of the pickup.

When Billy could stand the silence no longer, he said, "Dom."

Dom's eyes opened, dark and smoky, their color an indigo as bottomless as twilight.

"I'm sorry that I wasn't there when you woke," Billy said, watching the road. One look at Dom's eyes had been enough. "Or maybe it wasn’t me that’s put that burr under your saddle, maybe Pounce's purring kept you up all night."

"Pounce hunts at night." Dom answered automatically. The thought of the cat gliding through darkness in search of prey reminded Dom of Billy's younger brother. "Like David."

"He lived as a warrior too long. Like me. And like me, David will heal," Billy said matter of factly. "It just takes time."

Dom made a sound that could have meant anything.

Billy waited, but no more sounds came from the other side of the truck.

"I was glad to see that David and Viggo didn't have to sort things out the hard way," Billy continued, attempting to fill the quiet. "They'll get along fine, now that life has knocked some sense into both of their hard heads."

Dom said nothing.

With a hunger Billy wasn't aware of, he watched Dom for a few seconds before the road claimed his attention again. Telling himself to be patient, he waited for Dom to speak. And he waited.

And waited.

Billy was still waiting when they traversed Elf Wash and bumped up Arwen Canyon to the overhang. It wasn't the first time he and Dom had gone without conversation, but it was the first time since they had become lovers the silence hadn't been comfortable. since they'd become lovers, yes. before that, no. first day was awful at the beginning. Getting out of the truck didn't increase Dom's desire to talk, and they unloaded supplies with a minimum of words, each doing his accustomed part around the camp.

Without a word, Billy carried the two bedrolls to the edge of the overhang, dragged two camp mattresses over and began making up the single, oversize bedroll he and Dom would share. Billy sensed Dom watching him, but he said nothing, and when he straightened and looked around, he saw Dom shrugging into his backpack, clearly preparing to go out and sketch in the rapidly failing light. Before another breath was taken, Billy's arm shot out, and his fingers curled hard around Dom's slender wrist.

"Dammit!" Billy cursed. "I thought we had sorted this out. You were the one who came to me, and I never promised you anything!"

Dom's eyes were wide and dark against his pale face. For a long, stretching moment, he looked at Billy, letting the truth echo around him like thunder, while painful lightning searched through his body and soul.

"Yes," Dom said huskily. "I know."

Billy's hand tightened. Dom's agreement should have made him feel better, but it didn't. He kept remembering the moment when he had looked at Dom, with eyes still dazed by his first taste of sexual pleasure, and whispered that he loved Billy.

Now, Dom's eyes were filled with pain, and Billy had never before felt another person's pain as clearly as his own until now.

"Listen to me," Billy said roughly. "The pleasure you feel when we have sex- that isn't love. It will wear off. It always does. But until it does, there's no reason you shouldn't enjoy it to the fullest."

The slight flinching of Dom's eyelids was the only betrayal of his emotions. "That's very kind of you, William."

Dom's soft, even voice scored Billy like a whip.

"Kind? I'm not some damned charity worker. I'm a man, and I enjoy sex with you a Hell of a lot more than I've ever enjoyed it with anyone else. What we have in bed is damned rare, and I know it, even if you don't!"

Dom looked up into the blazing clarity of Billy's eyes. He didn't doubt that Billy meant exactly what he had said. Dom drew a deep breath, drinking in Billy's complex truth to the last bittersweet drop. Pleasure, not love. But a rare pleasure, one he valued.

"I'm glad," Dom said finally.

And that, too, was a complex, bittersweet truth.

Billy should have been relieved at Dom's acknowledgment, that what they shared in bed wasn't love, but he wasn't relieved. Dom understood, he agreed-and somehow Dom had never been farther away from him, even the first day when he had turned and run from him.

Swearing beneath his breath, Billy stood with his fingers locked around Dom's wrist and wondered how they could be so painfully honest with each other and yet somehow allow an important truth to slide through their fingers like rain through sand, sinking down and down and down father out of reach with every second.

"To hell with talking," Billy growled savagely.

Billy bent his arm, bringing Dom hard against his body, his tongue searching the surprised softness of Dom's mouth with urgent movements. The hunger that had been just beneath his surface blazed up, shortening Billy's breath, making his blood run heavily, hardening his body in a rushing instant that he felt all the way to his heels; but Dom was stiff in his arms, vibrating with emotions that had little to do with desire.

"Don't fight me, Honey," Billy gasped heavily against Dom's mouth, his voice as dark and hot as his kiss had been. "What we have is too rare and too good to waste on anger."

Billy probed the centre of Dom's ear with the hot tip of his tongue, feeling Dom shudder helplessly in response, and when he probed again, Billy was rewarded with another sensuous shiver. With a low sound of triumph, he caught the rim of Dom's ear between his teeth and bit delicately, repeatedly, demanding and also pleading for his response.

The intensity and need within Billy reached past Dom's pain to the love beneath. He tried to speak, but didn't trust his uncertain hold on his emotions, and slid his arms around Billy's lean waist instead. Billy's breath came out in a barely audible sigh of relief when he felt Dom soften against him.

"Dom," Billy whispered, hugging him in return. "Honey, I don't want to hurt you. When you gave yourself to me that first time, looking right at me, knowing to the last quarter inch how much I wanted you…" Memory lanced through Billy making him shudder. "Yet you held out your arms to me. No one has ever trusted me like that. I was so afraid of hurting you, almost didn't go through with it."

Dom looked at him with startled blue eyes.

"It's true," Billy said easing his fingers into Dom's silky soft hair. "I was arguing with myself all the way down into your arms. Then you took me so perfectly, and I knew I wouldn't hurt you. Your body was made for mine, and somehow you knew too, didn't you? That's why you watched me with such curiosity and hunger, day after day, until I thought I would go crazy. You fit my hands perfectly, my arms, my mouth, my body. I knew it was going to be so damned good. I was right. It was good then, and it's even better now, each time better than the last."

The words caressed Dom even more that the heat of Billy's body or the pressure of his fingers rubbing slowly down Dom's spine.

"Is it that way for you too?" Billy asked. "Tell me its that way for you, too."

He bent to kiss Dom's neck with barely restrained force, arching Dom against his body, letting Dom feel his strength and what he had done to him.

"Honey?"

"Yes," Dom said as he gave himself to Billy's power. "You must know it is, Billy. Don't you know?"

"I do now," he murmured against Dom's hair, and then he whispered it again.

Slowly, Billy straightened, and he held Dom gently against his chest, just held him, as thought he were afraid to ask for any more than Dom had already given him.

And he was.

"Go ahead and sketch while you still have light," Billy said finally, kissing Dom's eyelids, brushing his lips gently across Dom's mouth, caressing without demand. "I'll open the new box of shards and see what the grads found over the weekend."

Shaking, feeling like crying in protest when Billy turned away, hungry for him in a way that eclipsed anything Dom had ever felt before, Dom looked blindly out over Arwen Canyon. He couldn't force himself to walk away from the overhang, and the man he loved more with every passing day.

And with every single day, Dom was closer to losing him.

The pleasure you feel when we have sex-that isn't love. It will wear off. It always does.

But it wouldn't for him. Dom knew that as surely as he had known he could trust Billy not to force anything more from him them he wanted to give. Dom had been right, as Billy hadn't taking anything from him that Dom hadn't freely given.

It wasn't Billy's fault that he didn't want everything Dom had to give a man.

Though Dom knew sketching would be impossible, he took off his backpack, brought out his pad, opened it and sat down on the bedroll he would share that night with Billy. Adrift on the cool wind flowing down from the mesa top, Dom looked out over the canyon he loved. Seeing neither trees nor cliffs, no even the wild beauty of the setting sun, Dom only saw the image of the man he had come to love even more than the land.

In his mind, he saw Billy's face with eerie precision, each line that the sun and wind had etched around his eyes, eyes whose probing clarity had first unnerved, then fascinated him. The same was true of Billy's powerful, unmistakably male body; first it had frightened, and then finally if had fascinated and excited him.

Now, in the clear light of pain, Dom acknowledged what he had previously been too caught up within his own fears and needs to see-the shadows that lay beneath the clarity of Billy's eyes, the reserve that just used to lay beneath his passion, the internal wall he had built as carefully as an Anasazi cliff fortress, walls keeping Dom out, his own words describing solitude.

He lived as a warrior too long. Like me. And like me. David will heal. It just takes time.

But Billy hadn't healed. Not wholly.

Dom wanted to heal him. He needed to, but there were so few weeks left to remove scars that were years deep, a wounding so old, so accustomed a part of the man Dom loved, that Billy himself didn't even realize that he hadn't healed. He had scarred over, which wasn't the same thing at all.

"Such a pensive look," Billy said. Sitting down next to Dom, he glanced at the drawing in his lap. It was a close up of Arwen Canyon's ruins, detailing the precarious eyelash of a trail that led from the cliff dwelling up the face of the cliff to the mesa above. "Are you thinking about the Anasazi again, trapped within their own creation?"

"And time," Dom said his voice husky, aching as he flipped slowly through the sketchbook "Time is another kind of trap."

"Why? Are you getting behind with your sketching?"

"No, I'll be finished well within the deadline."

"Deadline?"

"The middle of August. That's when my contract with the Double L ends."

Billy looked deeply into Dom's eyes, wanting to protest what lay beneath Dom's quiet words; when the contract ended Dom would leave the Double L, and Billy Boyd.

Dom looked only at the sketch in his lap, praying that Billy would reach past the wall he had built and ask Dom to stay without the pretence of archaeological work between them.

Ask me to stay, Billy. As me as a man asks someone he wants and needs and might someday love. Please, love, ask me.

Silently, Billy's fingertips traced the line of Dom's chin, tilting Dom's face up to his lips. Billy kissed him slowly, seducing his mouth for long moments before accepting the invitation of Dom's parted lips and warm tongue. With controlled urgency, Billy began undressing him, only to discover that he was being undressed, as well, and relief coursed through him almost as violently as desire. Billy kissed Dom again, drinking deeply, urgently, from the man who haunted his sleep, even when he was lying by his side.

By the time the kiss ended, their breathing was ragged, their skin was bare, and clothes were scattered randomly around the bedroll.

Billy's hand slid from Dom's ankle to rest over the throbbing arousal at the apex of his thighs. The deep, sultry heat of Dom's body made blood hammer in Billy's veins, until he could hardly breathe.

"It's a little soon to be mentally packing your gear, isn't it?" Billy asked in a low, rough voice as he caressed Dom, calling forth a husky moan as his thumb brushed across Dom's leaking tip. "A lot could happen in the next few weeks."

"Could it?" Dom asked, hope leaping even more hotly than desire within his body.

"Sure. The Double L is going to need some expert advice on excavating the kiva you discovered. Who better than you to give it?"

Before Dom could speak, Billy took his mouth, and the slowly building pressure of his kiss arched Dom across Billy's hard forearm. Dom gave himself to the kiss and to the man, feeling desire and regret, caring and hunger, passion and restraint in Billy's embrace, every emotion except the love that filled him until he ached.

When the long kiss ended, Billy lifted his mouth with tangible reluctance.

"There's no reason not to extend your contract."

"Viggo might see it differently."

"Arwen Canyon is on my land," Billy revealed. "The dig is being underwritten by my money. If I want it to go beyond the middle of August, it will."

Dom shuddered from desire and grief mixed together, feeling as though he had been turned inside out until everything he was and could be lay exposed to the cool, sunset light. Bittersweet understanding of the difference between his own needs and Billy's knifed through him, and in its wake, an anguished acceptance.

Dom wanted Billy's laughter, his grief, his victories, his defeats, his silence, his conversations. Dom wanted his body, his mind, his family, and a lifetime of tomorrows. He wanted the passion that ran like invisible lightning between them, and he wanted every bit of it for as long as it lasted.

Dom loved Billy, Billy did not love Dom. But Dom could take from him what he wanted, and give him the only thing he wanted in return.

Rolling onto his side, Dom began running his hands down Billy's muscular torso, caressing and arousing him with the same motions.

"No, there's no reason as all not to extend the contract," Dom said, finding and teasing a flat, male nipple with his teeth. "Except common sense."

"What does that mean?"

"Simple. As simple as this."

As Dom's hands closed around the thick evidence of Billy's desire, Billy groaned with leaping need, and Dom continued talking as he caressed the length of Billy's body, scattering his thoughts, taking away everything but the heat of Dom's mouth.

"The Double L-" Dom's tongue probed Billy's navel as he trailed wet kisses across Billy’s skin.. "Can't afford to pay me." Dom closed his teeth on the tightly flexed muscles that joined neck and shoulder. A shudder moved through the length of Billy's body. "Not as much as I earn being an assistant professor at the university."

"We could – work something out. Weekends. Vacations," Billy stuttered, his breath hissing as Dom nuzzled his ear, teasing, biting. "Part time work. Something."

Dom's eyes closed against a wave of pain, but his mouth and hands remained gentle, loving Billy, sharing with and returning to him the amazing gift of passion he had given so generously to him. After a few moments, Dom could trust himself to speak again.

"You don't have to pay me to come to the Double L." Dom bit the hard muscle of Billy's biceps in a sensual punishment that was just short of pain. "All you have to do is ask. Or you can come out to Boulder when you feel like it."

"Dom…"

Dom waited, hoped.

Billy made a half angry, half helpless sound.

Dom let out his breath in a long, soundless sigh, knowing acceptance had been right and hope had been wrong.

"I agree," Dom said softly. "It's better to keep it just a summer affair."

"That's not what I said."

"No, but it's what you meant."

"Dammit," Billy said roughly. "I told you, I learned long ago that I'm piss poor partner material, and I'm not going to hurt you. And if this goes any further, I will hurt you."

"Did you? Will you?" Dom asked lifting his head and looking into Billy's narrowed eyes. "Or did you just decide sex isn't worth all the inconvenience of relationships?"

Bleak green eyes searched Dom's face.

Smiling sadly, Dom turned away and let his mouth slide down the warm muscular tension of Billy's abdomen. "It's alright, Billy. I learned something long ago, too. Then you came along and taught me that I haven't learned everything."

Dom's cheek rested for a moment on a dense cushion of ginger curly hair, and then his lips brushed flesh that was hot, smooth, and hard, pulsing with the swift beat of Billy's life. When Dom moved his head to test the resilience of Billy's thigh with his teeth, Billy made a deep sound. When Dom's head turned again, and the tip of his tongue touched him curiously, Billy's breath came out in a low groan that was also his lover's name.

“If I made you a promise," Dom said, biting Billy lightly once more, stroking the thick muscles of his thighs, skimming over without ever really touching the hard, violently sensitive flesh that he had aroused. "Would you trust me to keep it? Would you trust me not to ask for anything more ever?"

Blindly Billy reached for his jeans, his fingers seeking the familiar packet, and finding it.

"Billy," Dom whispered, brushing his lips over the musky cushion of hair, touching Billy's hot flesh with the tip of his tongue. "Do you trust my promise?"

Billy groaned as a fine sheen of passion broke over his skin, and his right hand clenched, crumpling the packet. "Honey, it's damned hard to think when you're doing that."

"Then don't think. Just answer from the instinctive part of you. Do you trust me to keep my promise about never asking for one more thing from you?"

"Yes," Billy said hoarsely, knowing as he spoke that it was true. He could trust Dom's word. "What do you want?"

"This."

The sound Billy made was a combination of surprise and searing pleasure as Dom's mouth tasted him with lingering, sensual curiosity.

"When I first asked you to kiss me," Dom whispered against Billy's hot skin. "It was because I wanted to be able to lead a normal life, and that meant responding to sex the way other people did. And it worked, up to a point, but then I began trying to imagine other men touching me the way you had, and I knew I wouldn't be able to go through with it."

"Fear?" Billy asked, the only word he could force past the passionate constriction in his throat.

Dom shook his head, and tendrils of silky hair brushed over Billy's skin in the instant before Dom's mouth circled him in a caress that took what little breath Billy had remaining, tasting him, loving him as Dom never had before. When the caress deepened, Billy whole body flushed with wild heat, and Dom held him for long moments, savoring him, loving the wildness coursing through Billy at his caresses. Slowly and reluctantly, Dom then released Billy from tender captivity.

Dom lifted his head and met the smoldering brilliance of Billy's eyes, the look in them making Dom's body melt. Billy felt it, knew that Dom wanted him as wildly as he wanted him, and had to close his eyes against the force of the need twisting though his body.

"It's not fear that will keep me away from other men," Dom said finally, biting Billy with great gentleness, feeling the wave of desire that swept through Billy's body almost as clearly as Dom did in his own. "It's the fact that I don't want them. Other men wouldn't have grass colored eyes that blaze with desire. Other men wouldn't have this scar here. Other men wouldn't be able to handle a brute and a kitten with the same ease. Other men wouldn't look like you, feel like you…taste like you."

Billy made a hoarse sound of intense pleasure of the moist cavern of Dom's mouth caressed him again. He called Dom's name roughly, feeling the world stripped away with each silky movement of his tongue.

"Make love without barriers for the weeks I have left on the Double L," Dom said. "Be completely naked inside me. No matter what happens afterward, there won't be any demands, any regrets." Slowly, Dom slid up Billy's body until the thick length of his arousal skimmed his own and drew a gasp from Billy's kiss swollen lips.

Billy's own breath came in with a harsh ripping sound as Dom slid over him. "I'm not sure I can hold back with you, Honey," Billy said roughly.

"Then don't," Dom said, shivering as he pressed his fingers against Billy's lips and watched as Billy sucked and licked at the long digits. Reaching back as he ground his arousal against Billy's, Dom prepared himself quickly.

Billy's right hand opened with a overwhelmed movement, sending the small packet tumbling onto the bed roll. He lay still but for the elemental tremors of desire coursing through his hard body.

"Last chance," he said thickly.

Dom's hips moved, and sultry fire licked over Billy. Shaking with a hunger he had never felt before, Billy knew he was going to take what he must have, what Dom was asking him for, what they both wanted until it was an agony not to have it. Billy had never taken anyone like this before, no barriers, nothing except violently sensitive skin, and a need so great it kept him on the breaking edge of self control.

When Billy's aroused flesh found the incredible softness and heat Dom had prepared for him, the sensation was so intense, he discovered he couldn't breathe. Billy felt each separate pulse of Dom's response as he parted the tight muscle, sheathing himself within Dom slowly, deliberately, and deeply, sharing his body and his own emotions in an exquisite deliberate intimacy that was just short of anguish.

"I've never been like this-before," Billy said thickly, his breath breaking, his accent unintelligible. "Deliberately, knowingly naked. Nothing. Held. Back. It's – I – can't-"

Billy went utterly still, fighting desperately not to lose control.

"Billy," Dom whispered, looking into the forest green blaze of his own making, feeling his own release, pooling low in his belly. "Fuck me, Billy. Come inside me, my love. For me."

A sound of hunger and ecstasy was torn from Billy's throat, and then ecstasy alone, Dom's name repeated in shattered syllables as Billy gave himself again and again to the sweet violence of a union unlike any he had ever known.

Chapter 17

Comments

[daydreambeleevr.livejournal.com]

Now, in the clear light of pain, Dom acknowledged what he had previously been too caught up within his own fears and needs to see-the shadows that lay beneath the clarity of Billy's eyes, the reserve that just used lay beneath his passion, the internal wall he had built as carefully as an Anasazi cliff fortress, walls keeping Dom out, his own words describing solitude.

yay for perceptive Dom! he's gonna keep chipping away at Billy's resolve till he breaks through. I loved Billy's reaction to Dom saying they'd just keep it a summer fling. Billy's not gonna let Dom go any where until he's damn good and ready. of course, to Billy, it will be only temporary, but for as long as they are together, they should enjoy each other to the fullest. hee. wouldn't you just love to see the look on Billy's face if he noticed another man showing Dom the kind of interest he feels, or God forbid, if Dom noticed back?? :grin:

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

He's very perceptive and now that he is not afraid, he's letting himself believe his feelings.

He's just got to convince Billy that he needs to keep him around.

[crsty1961.livejournal.com]

Whoa I need a smoke , dammmmmm!!!

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

*passes smoke**

Glad you're enjoying.

[darkfaery1.livejournal.com]

I feel so badly for both of them here, but there's nothing I love better than angst. Though I hope they'll have a happy ending, I don't mind watching them suffer a bit for it. Makes it all the sweeter. Besides, I'm feeling bitchy today.:)

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

Then you'll love the approaching chapters because there's a rollercoaster of angst on the way.

Glad you're enjoying.

[katze-boston.livejournal.com]

I think I said this last time, but I LOVE LOVE LOVE this story. Every day I eagerly check my friends page, hoping for another installment.

(and, on another note, my inner beta asked me to point the following out to you:
the reserve that just used lay beneath his passion (?)
"Arwen Canyon is on my land, Billy revealed. (missing end-quote)
"It's alrigh,t Billy. I learned something long ago, too. (misplaced comma))

Anyways, this is undoubtably my favorite Monaboyd right now. Keep up the good work!

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

*blushes*

Thanks for the heads up hon, all fixed.

There's new chapters every monday, Wednesday and Friday aussie time.

Happy you're enjoying.

[sourgreenapples.livejournal.com]

This work is just beautiful. That's really all I can say about it. Guh. I seem to find myself less coherent after every installment.

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

Coherency is over-rated anyway sweetie.

Glad your enjoying it.

[divinemadam.livejournal.com]

"A sound of hunger and ecstasy was torn from Billy's throat, and then ecstasy alone, Dom's name repeated in shattered syllables as Billy gave himself again and again to the sweet violence of a union unlike any he had ever known."

That was so powerful. And beautiful. And wow. Once again, I will say it. This is even better than the original! Honestly, I think if Ms. Lowell ever read this, she would agree and rewrite the original story in slash. You have her same evocative style of writing, able to pull people into the characters' lives, making the readers care about them. Truly gorgeous!

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

*blushes*

Thank you for your lovely words hon, to have you think so highly of this fic does wonderful things for me, so thank you.

I'm so glad that you're still enjoying this.

[mystery-ink.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry I haven't been commenting for the last week or so, on either of the fics, but I've been traveling a lot. I like the most recent turn of events, where Dom is seeing more of what's going on, and... he seems to perhaps have a good idea of what to do about it.

Loved this:

"When I first asked you to kiss me," Dom whispered against Billy's hot skin. "It was because I wanted to be able to lead a normal life, and that meant responding to sex the way other people did. And it worked, up to a point, but then I began trying to imagine other men touching me the way you had, and I knew I wouldn't be able to go through with it."

"It's not fear that will keep me away from other men," Dom said finally, biting Billy with great gentleness, feeling the wave of desire that swept through Billy's body almost as clearly as Dom did in his own. "It's the fact that I don't want them. Other men wouldn't have grass colored eyes that blaze with desire. Other men wouldn't have this scar here. Other men wouldn't be able to handle a brute and a kitten with the same ease. Other men wouldn't look like you, feel like you…taste like you."

And the wording "love without barriers", that has more than one meaning. It seems that, if Dom can't talk Billy into trying to have a real relationship, he's going to make sure to show Billy what he'd be missing. Smart man. *S*

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

Don't ever apologize for not commenting hon, it's just enough to know that you're reading and enjoying.

He's very perceptive this Dom, just because he's been hurt doesn't mean that he can't feel and love, it just means he's warier than he should be. Billy should be very scared now that Dom's focusing all his attention on him.

[surreality-fan.livejournal.com]

bittersweet. it's up there a few times, and it's the general feel of the chapter. so beautiful and so delicate. oh and daaaaamn that was hot.

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

*fans surr*

It is bittersweet, but they needed it, and yes they are rather hot when they get together aren't they.