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imogen-star-dom.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Nov. 18th, 2006 07:43 pm)Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t know these people, this is all the product of an overactive imagination and far too much spare time oh and the internet of course. Although I enjoy making these things up it really is all fictional and though it is a distinct possibility that they are actually bumping into each other and enjoying a coffee and a chat it isn't anything to do with me. Nor is it the opportunity for them to jump each others bones!
Its cold. But its OK! Dom has a peppermint mocha and he's determined Billy should enjoy one too...
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t know these people, this is all the product of an overactive imagination and far too much spare time oh and the internet of course. Although I enjoy making these things up it really is all fictional and though it is a distinct possibility that they are actually bumping into each other and enjoying a coffee and a chat it isn't anything to do with me. Nor is it the opportunity for them to jump each others bones!
Notes: This came to me randomly, two minutes before I was about to send a letter. Its part of a series of short Untitled ones all written during the long internet-less weeks.
'Oh.. Bill... Bill! This is so amazing. Its like, I can't even describe it. Are you sure? You don't want any? Bill?'
'Its just a mocha with peppermint flavouring in it.' Billy replied raising his eyebrows.
'I know. But they only make it for a few months a year. You have to make the most of it. And look!' He lifted the lid and smiled happily. 'Its in a special Christmassy mug!'
'Dom they do this every year. Its not even a special mug- its a bloody red cup.'
'If you tried some..'
'I don't need to.'
'It tastes so good.' He urged wafting it under Billy's nose in what was supposed to be an alluring manner. 'Its like hot, mint chocolate ice cream.'
'Hot, mint choc ice cream? (Sigh) Dom if I wanted mint chocolate ice cream then I'd just buy some- look there's a flipping Tesco over there I bet they've got shed loads of the stuff.'
'It wouldn't be hot, or melted.' Dom pouted taking another massive gulp.
'No.' Billy replied calmly, 'It wouldn't be exactly the same but I'm still a little unclear as to why I'd rather be drinking melted mint choc ice cream when I could just pile it into a massive bowl and eat it.'
'Because its cold you numpty... Why would you want ice cream in this weather? Its freezing.' He shivered involuntarily and took another sip of his drink. 'I could totally drink these all day.' He purred, dreamy look on his face.
'You'd be sick and you know it.' Billy retorted sceptically.
'I wouldn't.'
'You'd drink two, maybe three at the most and then you'd be lying on my bathroom floor wishing you had listened to my advice.'
'Oh but I'd be happy.'
'Puking your guts up?' Billy replied dryly.
'All the more room for mint mochas.'
'You are a complete loon- you know that right?'
Nodding deliriously Dom drained his 'Christmassy cup' and looked around for the nearest coffee shop. 'Are you sure you won't try one?'
'The only way you would get me to even consider drinking one of those things would be to tip a load of vodka in it. Or even better freeze it until it really was mint chocolate ice cream.'
'What if I asked you really nicely?'
'You tried that one already remember? It didn't work.'
'Oh yeah... What if I topped it with whipped cream and chocolate bits?'
'Not a chance.' Billy shook his head firmly.
'Put it in a cup that was shaped like a snowman? Or, a Christmas tree?!' He persisted getting carried away with his own clever scheme.
'Nice try.'
'What about if I did this?' Dom pulled Billy towards him (coffee cup still held in one hand) and kissed him slowly. Unsurprisingly he tasted of hot, melted, peppermint chocolate and as he ran his tongue across Billy's lower lip he knew he had made his point. Grinning smuggly he turned his attention back to his empty cup. 'See?' He said knowingly.
'Right come on then.' Billy snapped grabbing Dom by the coat.
'Where are we going?'
'Back to that bloody coffee shop. There's only thirty-seven peppermint mochas left until Christmas!'
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t know these people, this is all the product of an overactive imagination and far too much spare time oh and the internet of course. Although I enjoy making these things up it really is all fictional and though it is a distinct possibility that they are actually bumping into each other and enjoying a coffee and a chat it isn't anything to do with me. Nor is it the opportunity for them to jump each others bones!
Its cold. But its OK! Dom has a peppermint mocha and he's determined Billy should enjoy one too...
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t know these people, this is all the product of an overactive imagination and far too much spare time oh and the internet of course. Although I enjoy making these things up it really is all fictional and though it is a distinct possibility that they are actually bumping into each other and enjoying a coffee and a chat it isn't anything to do with me. Nor is it the opportunity for them to jump each others bones!
Notes: This came to me randomly, two minutes before I was about to send a letter. Its part of a series of short Untitled ones all written during the long internet-less weeks.
'Oh.. Bill... Bill! This is so amazing. Its like, I can't even describe it. Are you sure? You don't want any? Bill?'
'Its just a mocha with peppermint flavouring in it.' Billy replied raising his eyebrows.
'I know. But they only make it for a few months a year. You have to make the most of it. And look!' He lifted the lid and smiled happily. 'Its in a special Christmassy mug!'
'Dom they do this every year. Its not even a special mug- its a bloody red cup.'
'If you tried some..'
'I don't need to.'
'It tastes so good.' He urged wafting it under Billy's nose in what was supposed to be an alluring manner. 'Its like hot, mint chocolate ice cream.'
'Hot, mint choc ice cream? (Sigh) Dom if I wanted mint chocolate ice cream then I'd just buy some- look there's a flipping Tesco over there I bet they've got shed loads of the stuff.'
'It wouldn't be hot, or melted.' Dom pouted taking another massive gulp.
'No.' Billy replied calmly, 'It wouldn't be exactly the same but I'm still a little unclear as to why I'd rather be drinking melted mint choc ice cream when I could just pile it into a massive bowl and eat it.'
'Because its cold you numpty... Why would you want ice cream in this weather? Its freezing.' He shivered involuntarily and took another sip of his drink. 'I could totally drink these all day.' He purred, dreamy look on his face.
'You'd be sick and you know it.' Billy retorted sceptically.
'I wouldn't.'
'You'd drink two, maybe three at the most and then you'd be lying on my bathroom floor wishing you had listened to my advice.'
'Oh but I'd be happy.'
'Puking your guts up?' Billy replied dryly.
'All the more room for mint mochas.'
'You are a complete loon- you know that right?'
Nodding deliriously Dom drained his 'Christmassy cup' and looked around for the nearest coffee shop. 'Are you sure you won't try one?'
'The only way you would get me to even consider drinking one of those things would be to tip a load of vodka in it. Or even better freeze it until it really was mint chocolate ice cream.'
'What if I asked you really nicely?'
'You tried that one already remember? It didn't work.'
'Oh yeah... What if I topped it with whipped cream and chocolate bits?'
'Not a chance.' Billy shook his head firmly.
'Put it in a cup that was shaped like a snowman? Or, a Christmas tree?!' He persisted getting carried away with his own clever scheme.
'Nice try.'
'What about if I did this?' Dom pulled Billy towards him (coffee cup still held in one hand) and kissed him slowly. Unsurprisingly he tasted of hot, melted, peppermint chocolate and as he ran his tongue across Billy's lower lip he knew he had made his point. Grinning smuggly he turned his attention back to his empty cup. 'See?' He said knowingly.
'Right come on then.' Billy snapped grabbing Dom by the coat.
'Where are we going?'
'Back to that bloody coffee shop. There's only thirty-seven peppermint mochas left until Christmas!'
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