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Title: Ill
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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-ish
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.
A/N: I was feeling crappy, and this was the result. Also, my notebook is empty now.
Ill
It begins as a throbbing ache after dinner, followed shortly by a mad dash to the loo, falling on to his knees and hugging the porcelain bowl as his stomach angrily rebels. Thankfully, Billy is there with a cool face flannel against the back of his neck, tenderly cleaning Dom up and then whisking him off to bed, tucking him under the coverlet.
Honey-sweetened tea is brought to his suddenly parched lips, and Paracetamol placed on his tongue to help lower his temperature. The damp cloth is drawn over his heated skin repeatedly, giving Dom some welcome relief, if only temporarily. It isn’t long before Dom’s eyelids are far too heavy, and he barely manages to say goodnight before sleep claims him.
Throughout the night, Dom is restless, tossing and turning in an attempt to find a comfortable position. Hot, then cold, and back again, Dom kicks back the sheet and coverlet, only to be shivering violently moments later, and then be cuddled close again in Billy’s soothing embrace. At dawn, Dom awakens briefly, just long enough to realize that Billy is spooned up behind him, warm breath on his neck and a possessive arm wrapped around his waist. Snuggling into Billy’s warmth, Dom finally drops off into a peaceful slumber.
When Dom wakes again, the sun is high in the sky, a warm hand splayed across his back as Billy gently draws his tangled blonde hair off his face. They share a soft smile before Billy kisses the tip of Dom’s squashed up nose and draws the younger man closer so his cheek is pressed against Billy’s chest.
Billy doesn’t need to ask if Dom is feeling better, because he already knows, and Dom is grateful that Billy is here to take care of him, especially when he’s ill.
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Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-ish
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.
A/N: I was feeling crappy, and this was the result. Also, my notebook is empty now.
Ill
It begins as a throbbing ache after dinner, followed shortly by a mad dash to the loo, falling on to his knees and hugging the porcelain bowl as his stomach angrily rebels. Thankfully, Billy is there with a cool face flannel against the back of his neck, tenderly cleaning Dom up and then whisking him off to bed, tucking him under the coverlet.
Honey-sweetened tea is brought to his suddenly parched lips, and Paracetamol placed on his tongue to help lower his temperature. The damp cloth is drawn over his heated skin repeatedly, giving Dom some welcome relief, if only temporarily. It isn’t long before Dom’s eyelids are far too heavy, and he barely manages to say goodnight before sleep claims him.
Throughout the night, Dom is restless, tossing and turning in an attempt to find a comfortable position. Hot, then cold, and back again, Dom kicks back the sheet and coverlet, only to be shivering violently moments later, and then be cuddled close again in Billy’s soothing embrace. At dawn, Dom awakens briefly, just long enough to realize that Billy is spooned up behind him, warm breath on his neck and a possessive arm wrapped around his waist. Snuggling into Billy’s warmth, Dom finally drops off into a peaceful slumber.
When Dom wakes again, the sun is high in the sky, a warm hand splayed across his back as Billy gently draws his tangled blonde hair off his face. They share a soft smile before Billy kisses the tip of Dom’s squashed up nose and draws the younger man closer so his cheek is pressed against Billy’s chest.
Billy doesn’t need to ask if Dom is feeling better, because he already knows, and Dom is grateful that Billy is here to take care of him, especially when he’s ill.
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Uh, yeah. That word is getting used a lot. I was in the mood for something quieter.
Thank you.
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The above sentence could be considered the understatement of the year.
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:::hugs you:::
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Awww!
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And I know. :::hangs head::: My fics are so woefully short these days, but I promise I'm writing every single day.
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He's a sneaky bugger.
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k =)
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As for the notebook, at least there's lots of room for new stuff, yeah?
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