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Title: Plan
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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-ish
Summary: Just a wee something I wrote when I was feeling the need for some NZ fic.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated, as it’s my drug of choice.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
Plan
After being so patient all week, setting things up ever so carefully, Dom can barely contain himself as he’s freed of his hobbit feet and ears, the intensity of his fidgeting elevated. Although it feels like hours, it’s only a matter of minutes before he can escape, stripping away his costume and hated fat suit in record time.
Sliding into the passenger seat of Billy’s car and barely taking the time to look around to ensure that the coast is clear, Dom dives into Billy’s waiting arms, their lips meeting in wildly passionate, desperate kisses, fingers clutching at each others clothes. Sated, at least temporarily, Dom allows Billy to pull free and sinks back into the seat.
“Home?” Billy asks, turning the key in the ignition until the engine sparks to life.
“Home,” Dom agrees softly.
They smile at each other, knowing that their plan has worked, and their reward is an entire night together, just the two of them.
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Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-ish
Summary: Just a wee something I wrote when I was feeling the need for some NZ fic.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated, as it’s my drug of choice.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
Plan
After being so patient all week, setting things up ever so carefully, Dom can barely contain himself as he’s freed of his hobbit feet and ears, the intensity of his fidgeting elevated. Although it feels like hours, it’s only a matter of minutes before he can escape, stripping away his costume and hated fat suit in record time.
Sliding into the passenger seat of Billy’s car and barely taking the time to look around to ensure that the coast is clear, Dom dives into Billy’s waiting arms, their lips meeting in wildly passionate, desperate kisses, fingers clutching at each others clothes. Sated, at least temporarily, Dom allows Billy to pull free and sinks back into the seat.
“Home?” Billy asks, turning the key in the ignition until the engine sparks to life.
“Home,” Dom agrees softly.
They smile at each other, knowing that their plan has worked, and their reward is an entire night together, just the two of them.
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yeah, what [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] said! I love stories set in the NZ days.
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As for more, I can't make any promises. The Muse is a moody boy these days.
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Thank you.
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*hides*
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Everyone wants more, but the Muse has other ideas.
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Thank you. :)
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No, let's just say that this piece was lovely and made me lean back in comfort in a well-known universe :)
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Thanks, love.