Title: Sad
Author:
dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-ish, with an angst warning.
Summary: Another double drabble.
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’ve been in a lousy mood for the last couple of days, and this is the result.
Sad
He’d gently turned down all invitations to go out tonight, because he just doesn’t feel like being happy. Dom wants to be alone. The one he loves is half a world away, his arms achingly empty, his bed cold. At night when he dreams, he can almost feel Billy against him, holding him close, breath wuffling his hair as a soft, whistling snore fills the quiet.
Oh, how he misses that.
It’s been seemingly endless months since they’ve been together, brief phone calls at odd hours and a few e-mails their only way to connect around busy schedules and innumerable time zones. As enjoyable as it is in the moment, phone sex just doesn’t compare to the real thing. Nothing compares to hot breath on damp skin, hands hungry for each other as they move in unison, in explosive, shared passion.
Staring out the window as day becomes night, Dom watches the rain begin to fall, reminiscent of the tears he’s shed in his weaker moments of longing and loneliness. Settling on the couch and tugging a light blanket over his slender frame, Dom stares aimlessly at the water coming down in thick sheets, and just lets himself be sad.
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Author:
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-ish, with an angst warning.
Summary: Another double drabble.
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’ve been in a lousy mood for the last couple of days, and this is the result.
Sad
He’d gently turned down all invitations to go out tonight, because he just doesn’t feel like being happy. Dom wants to be alone. The one he loves is half a world away, his arms achingly empty, his bed cold. At night when he dreams, he can almost feel Billy against him, holding him close, breath wuffling his hair as a soft, whistling snore fills the quiet.
Oh, how he misses that.
It’s been seemingly endless months since they’ve been together, brief phone calls at odd hours and a few e-mails their only way to connect around busy schedules and innumerable time zones. As enjoyable as it is in the moment, phone sex just doesn’t compare to the real thing. Nothing compares to hot breath on damp skin, hands hungry for each other as they move in unison, in explosive, shared passion.
Staring out the window as day becomes night, Dom watches the rain begin to fall, reminiscent of the tears he’s shed in his weaker moments of longing and loneliness. Settling on the couch and tugging a light blanket over his slender frame, Dom stares aimlessly at the water coming down in thick sheets, and just lets himself be sad.