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dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Dec. 23rd, 2006 10:23 pm)Title: The Finger, Part 11
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Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-14, I think.
Summary: The 11th installment in The Finger Series. There's 1 left to be written, and will hopefully be posted in the not too distant future.
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: Merry Christmas! I hope you enjoy.
Previous Parts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
Part 11
No words are needed as they cling to one another, possessive and protective, absorbing what’s just happened between them. What they’ve shared so intimately in this quiet room in New Zealand, so far away from everything and everyone they know.
Panting against Billy’s neck as his pulse begins to slow, Dom’s hands slide gently over Billy’s shoulders and down his warm back, coming to rest at the underside curve of his arse. At the same time, Billy sucks in deep breaths to accommodate the aftershocks of orgasm, and sighing with contentment, he snuggles closer, craving the contact.
For uncountable minutes the lovers hold one another and breathe, until Billy finally unwraps his small hand from around their softened flesh. Moving slowly, Billy rolls them onto their sides and blindly reaches across the rumpled coverlet, somehow managing to locate his previously discarded t-shirt.
“Bills?” Dom murmurs uncertainly, wondering what the other man is doing. If he’s going to get dressed-
“Sticky,” Billy explains quietly before pressing the cloth between their bellies and wiping away the evidence of their passion. Once the glittering fluid is cleaned up, Billy tosses the shirt over his shoulder to the floor and gathers Dom close, cuddling the younger man to his furry chest and tucking his dark blonde head under his chin. “It’s early, Dommie. Close your eyes. Go back to sleep.”
Dom opens his mouth to reply, but pauses when he hears footsteps moving down the hall, fortunately by-passing their room and continuing down to the kitchen.
“We need to be a wee bit more rested before enduring Lij’s wrath for shagging in his guest room,” Billy adds sleepily. “And then I’m going to have a long chat with your gorgeous finger, since that’s how this all started.”
“Looking forward to it,” Dom replies, smiling.
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Part 12
Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-14, I think.
Summary: The 11th installment in The Finger Series. There's 1 left to be written, and will hopefully be posted in the not too distant future.
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: Merry Christmas! I hope you enjoy.
Previous Parts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
Part 11
No words are needed as they cling to one another, possessive and protective, absorbing what’s just happened between them. What they’ve shared so intimately in this quiet room in New Zealand, so far away from everything and everyone they know.
Panting against Billy’s neck as his pulse begins to slow, Dom’s hands slide gently over Billy’s shoulders and down his warm back, coming to rest at the underside curve of his arse. At the same time, Billy sucks in deep breaths to accommodate the aftershocks of orgasm, and sighing with contentment, he snuggles closer, craving the contact.
For uncountable minutes the lovers hold one another and breathe, until Billy finally unwraps his small hand from around their softened flesh. Moving slowly, Billy rolls them onto their sides and blindly reaches across the rumpled coverlet, somehow managing to locate his previously discarded t-shirt.
“Bills?” Dom murmurs uncertainly, wondering what the other man is doing. If he’s going to get dressed-
“Sticky,” Billy explains quietly before pressing the cloth between their bellies and wiping away the evidence of their passion. Once the glittering fluid is cleaned up, Billy tosses the shirt over his shoulder to the floor and gathers Dom close, cuddling the younger man to his furry chest and tucking his dark blonde head under his chin. “It’s early, Dommie. Close your eyes. Go back to sleep.”
Dom opens his mouth to reply, but pauses when he hears footsteps moving down the hall, fortunately by-passing their room and continuing down to the kitchen.
“We need to be a wee bit more rested before enduring Lij’s wrath for shagging in his guest room,” Billy adds sleepily. “And then I’m going to have a long chat with your gorgeous finger, since that’s how this all started.”
“Looking forward to it,” Dom replies, smiling.
Part 12
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Merry Christmas and thanks!!
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Hope you have a good Christmas!
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Hope you have a good Christmas!
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oh, yum. This little snip went perfectly with the lemon poppyseed muffin and coffee I'm enjoying for breakfast. (after wrapping pressies until 3:30am...)
You have a very nice way of opening my eyes. *wink*
(but i wish the snips were longer. me greedy?? is that bad?) *smile*
kerry =)
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3:30am? Eeeeek! Hope you have a good Christmas!
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Oh, wait, I'm meant to be in a coma.
Um.
*Goes comatose again*
That is code for I loved this omg more kthxbai
Oh, and Merry Christmas!
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Thank you, and I hope you have a good Christmas!
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Thank you very much.