A Little Fuzzy

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Title: A Little Fuzzy
Author: dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Hard R, I think.
Summary: Schnapps 1, Hobbit 0.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Unbetaed, so all mistakes are mine. Hurry back online, frojane. I miss you.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: What is it with me and alcohol fics lately? I blame my Muse. And Surr. Hee!
A/N 2: I was going to post this Wednesday morning, as a ‘Happy Hump Day’ gift. Not that this fic has anything to do with shagging. *whistles innocently* Enjoy.





It's an evening of celebration for the hobbits, as the rain that has been falling almost constantly for nearly two weeks has finally let up. The forecast for the coming days is optimistic, and that's reason enough for the cast to be happy. As a result, the hobbits and an elf have gathered at Billy's flat, and the party is well underway.

"Bills!"

Dom calls out to his best mate, who is perched on a bar stool near the kitchen, just seconds before he drops heavily onto the older man's lap. A long arm slides around Billy's shoulders in order for Dom to prevent himself from tumbling to the floor, and he lets out a deep belch, followed by a giggle.

"Bleeding hell, Dom," Billy grunts in reply before shifting slightly to accommodate Dom's weight and find a more comfortable position. "Did'yeh mistake me for a chair?"

"I need to talk to you," Dom says petulantly, thrusting out his lower lip in an exaggerated pout before curling in closer, his breath warm on Billy's cheek. "S'important."

It never ceases to amuse Billy that Dom has no concept of personal space, especially when he's had too much to drink, as he clearly has tonight. This is why Billy has an inebriated Englishman in his lap, not to mention in his bed with increasing regularity. So far their relationship isn't common knowledge to the Fellowship, but Billy knows that won't be for much longer because of Dom's openly affectionate nature. Someone is bound to get suspicious eventually. Back to the subject at hand, as it were, even if Billy wasn't able to smell the alcohol on Dom's breath, the half-empty highball glass clutched in his other hand would be all the proof necessary.

A fond smile turns up the corners of Billy's mouth. "Talk to me about what, yeh numptie?"

"Need to ask you a question," Dom explains, making an attempt to be serious as he suddenly lurches to his feet, fitting himself between Billy's splayed thighs and gently swaying from side to side.

"You're pissed, Dommie," Billy comments, his small hands gripping the younger man's slender hips to steady him.

"A wee bit pickled," the younger man corrects, leaning forward until their foreheads touch, and he closes his eyes. "On my way to pleasantly sloshed."

When Billy starts to rub the small of his back, Dom hums his pleasure, long fingers sliding through the fine hair at the nape of Billy's neck, glass resting on a firm shoulder.

Dom can hear the smile in Billy's Scottish lilt as he asks, "What did you want to ask me?"

"Hmm- what?"

"The question," Billy prods as Dom pulls back so their eyes can meet.

"Oh right. You distracted me with the touching," is the younger man's retort as he wrinkles his nose.

"Sorry."

Dom raises an eyebrow. "You're laughing at me."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Billy scoffs in derision, desperately trying to smother a grin. He can't help it. Dom's adorable when he's tipsy, and usually horny, which suits Billy just fine. It wouldn't be the first time they shagged after an evening of indulging, curling up naked under the coverlet, sated from their shared passion.

"Fuck, Bills. Focus for a bloody minute?"

"I'm trying," Billy replies innocently, lowering the volume of his voice before adding, "Though I must confess, when you say the word 'fuck' I get distracted."

Just the thought of the intimate time they've spent together causes Dom's eyes to darken and his mouth to curve into a soft smile.

"Stop that," he murmurs. "I'll get hard."

"You're the one between my thighs," Billy points out, deliberately thickening his accent because he knows the effect it has on the other man. "And I'm still waiting for you to ask the question that you claimed was so important."

A moment later, Dom grabs the hem of his bright yellow t-shirt and yanks it up, giving Billy a tantalizing view of his toned stomach and torso.

"Do I have a fuzzy navel?" Dom asks, his brow furrowed in concentration.

"A what?" Billy asks in surprise, swallowing hard to push back the wave of lust that has suddenly risen up and threatens to overtake him.

Dom is well aware of the fact that Billy has a weakness for his belly, and has used it to seduce the older man more than once; including a memorable encounter that took place on the kitchen table. This time, however, Dom seems oblivious to the effect his exposed skin is having on Billy, and this is likely because of the alcohol he's consumed.

Curiously peering down at his beloved belly button, Dom tips his head to one side. "Is it fuzzy?" he repeats.

Gazing at the smooth expanse of flesh and the way Dom has arched his back into a trusting bow, Billy barely manages to restrain himself from leaning down to lick the rather tempting body part being discussed.

"Why are you asking that?" Billy says, looking up into Dom's eyes after taking a moment to regain his control.

"It's what I'm drinking," Dom replies with a smile, waving his half-empty glass under Billy's nose.

The aroma of cranberry juice and peach schnapps fill his nostrils, and then Billy smiles, finally understanding what Dom's drink of choice is this evening. He'd seen Elijah making something a couple of hours ago, but before he could ask what it was, he'd been pulled into a conversation with Orlando and Sean about Scotland and the Highlands.

"You've been drinking what?" Billy asks, shoulder shaking with mirth. "How many have you had?"

"Four?" Dom tells him, confusion furrowing his brow. "Or five, maybe. I forget."

"Were they doubles?"

A careless shrug is Dom's reply, and he doesn't resist when Billy takes a sip from the glass of citrus liquid. Even watered down as a result of the melting ice, the combination in the glass is potent.

"Aye, it’s a double, and there's vodka in here as well. I’m sorry, Dommie, but this is a Hairy Navel."

"I'm a bleeding hobbit all day. I don't wanna be hairy at night," Dom whines, his nose scrunched up. "I like fussy, I mean fuzzy."

Billy coughs to cover a snicker of amusement at Dom's thought process.

"Fuck," Dom curses. "I think I'm pissed, Bills."

"I already told you that," Billy reminds him.

"Wanna kiss you," Dom adds as he abruptly changes the subject, his voice husky and dark eyes locked on Billy's sensuous mouth.

Before Billy can tell Dom that they're in full view of their friends, Dom sinks down into Billy's lap for a second time and lays his head on Billy's shoulder. With his drink cradled protectively to his chest, Dom tucks his nose into the side of Billy's neck and sighs when Billy's arm sides around his waist, holding him securely. For several minutes Dom doesn't speak, and when Billy's fingers close around his highball glass to remove it from his custody, he doesn't resist. The alcohol in Dom's system has made him pliant, especially where Billy is involved.

"Don't you go falling asleep on me," Billy warns fondly as he sets the drink down on the counter. "You should go to bed if you're feeling sleepy."

"Not sleepy. Comfy."

"Well, as glad as I am that-"

When Dom's lips part and his tongue darts out for a taste of Billy's neck, the older man trails off with a gasp of pleasure. Clearly, Dom hasn't forgotten that his mouth should be registered as a sensual weapon.

"Nggh," Billy moans as quietly as possible, in the hopes that none of his other guests will notice.

Not satisfied with the response, Dom lifts his head and teases the fleshy lobe of Billy's ear between his lips and gently sucks in a blatantly erotic rhythm while his hand slides along the waistband of Billy's trousers, eagerly searching for a way beneath.

"Dommie, we can't," Billy whispers hoarsely.

"Tell me to stop," Dom replies hotly, tracing the curve of Billy's ear with the tip of his tongue.

The hand at Dom's waist tightens, shifting his leg over the rising bulge between Billy's thighs. "Fuck."

"You said it this time," Dom replies with a chuckle, nipping at the tendon in Billy's neck before soothing the resulting red mark with a moist kiss.

"Mouth," Billy gasps, and then their parted lips are meeting, tongues tangling lustily.

When the couple are desperate for oxygen they finally part, and Billy's arms tighten around Dom, drawing him in closer and stroking the nape of his slender neck. While Dom pants against his throat, Billy takes a look around the room, wondering who saw the kiss, and is stunned when he finds that nobody is looking their way. Everyone seems to be engrossed in conversation, and missed the intimate exchange.

Rubbing his cheek against Dom's mussed hair, Billy smiles; he's grateful that for a wee bit longer they get to keep the new relationship private, for just the two of them. When Dom's long fingers finally push past the hem of his shirt and begin to caress bare flesh at his waist, Billy responds with a touch of his own. He releases Dom's hip in order to stroke the soft skin of his lower back while his other hand cups the fragile curve of Dom's skull to support his neck. Content to be close, they are quiet for a long moment, exploring one another at a lazy pace, lust giving way to affection.

"Bills?" Dom says softly. "I'm kinda dizzy."

"Is it bedtime?"

Wordlessly, Dom nods, his squashed up nose rubbing against Billy's pulse, and doesn't resist when Billy tips his head up so their eyes meet.

"C'mon, Dommie," Billy says gently before brushing a feathery kiss across Dom's lips. "Let's go."

The two men are almost to the hall when their movement from the kitchen is noticed.

"Where are you going?" Elijah asks, causing them to pause.

"Dommie's a bit pickled," Billy explains, keeping an arm wrapped firmly around the younger man's waist to steady him. "He needs to lay down."

"Too much peach schnapps and vodka, Doodle," Dom adds, rubbing a hand over his face.

"Shit. I'm sorry."

The distress in the American's face is touching, and Dom gives him what he hopes is a comforting look.

"It's okay, Lij. Really."

"Should we go?" Orlando asks, his brow furrowed in concern. "We can-"

"No," Dom interjects, shaking his head and stopping abruptly with a sharp intake of breath. "Whoa."

"Stay," Billy adds. "There's plenty of space."

Giving a quick glance around the room, Sean arches a speculative eyebrow before meeting Billy's gaze.

"Dom's going to stay with me, so a couple of you can crash in the spare room, the other on the couch" Billy explains, looking at Dom with concern when the younger man closes his eyes and puts his head down on Billy's shoulder. "Blankets and pillows are in the hall closet. Have fun, and we'll see you at breakfast."

There is a chorus of well wishes as Billy turns Dom and slowly walks him down the hall to his bedroom, closing the door behind them with a quiet click. It doesn't escape Billy's attention the way Dom is clinging to him with absolute trust, and how his grip tightens ever so slightly when Billy tries to get him to stretch out on the sheets after drawing back the coverlet.

"I'm going get you some water," Billy says softly. "I'll be right back."

"M'kay."

Grimacing at the evidently less than pleasant sensations in his head, Dom rolls onto his side and tucks his face into Billy's pillow, looking very young and innocent with his eyes closed. The whisper of a fond sigh pushes past Billy's lips at the sight before him, and he reluctantly slips out to the loo to get water and the bottle of Paracetamol, returning as quickly as possible.

"Sit up for me, Dommie," Billy requests, once again sliding an arm around the younger man for support. "Drink this."

"No more," Dom whimpers as he scrunches up his nose. "M'already pissed."

"Water and pills," Billy reminds him, guiding the tumbler to his lips. "They'll help with your head."

Obediently, Dom swallows down almost the entire glass of water and two tablets before meeting the Scotsman's concerned gaze.

"Ta, Bills."

"You're welcome, love," Billy replies softly, setting the glass on the night stand and watching as a soft smile turns up the corners of Dom's crooked mouth.

"Love," Dom says, repeating the fond word in a whisper, his gaze flickering between Billy’s eyes and his bow-shaped lips.

Unable to resist Dom's tender expression, Billy cups Dom's cheek and guides their mouths together for a lazy, prolonged kiss. The tip of his tongue traces the seam of Dom's lips, silently requesting entrance, and on a breathy sigh, Dom wordlessly opens his mouth in invitation. While Dom's long fingers stroke his throat, Billy carefully guides them back to stretch out on the mattress, tugging a long leg around his hip to keep their bodies close. Dom is, as always, so responsive, never hiding the pleasure rippling through his body, making his limbs tingle with anticipation, and he moans into Billy's mouth as their tongues slide together.

In an attempt to satisfy his desire for the Englishman, Billy rolls them over so he's nestled between Dom's thighs, and rains kisses down his neck, pausing to taste the hollow of his throat. Sighs of pleasure guide Billy's movements and he's not surprised to feel long fingers sliding through his hair, all too aware of Dom's tactile nature. Since they became lovers, Billy has learned that this is how Dom shows his enjoyment, and very quickly he's overcome with the urge to reciprocate. Rumpled cotton is eased higher, exposing Dom's midsection for the second time this evening, and after the t-shirt is peeled away, Billy dips his head so his tongue can begin tracing the sensitive circle of Dom's beloved navel.

Mewling fills the silence as Dom arches his back, shamelessly begging for more on a breathy sigh, and moans in appreciation when his low slung blue jeans are unzipped to reveal the soft skin of his lower stomach. Feathery kisses from cherubic lips are strung from one hip to the other, venturing lower and lower until Dom is a writhing, incoherent mess of arousal, his leaking erection causing a damp spot to form on the worn denim covering his lower half. Billy wants to draw out the teasing a wee bit longer, so he returns to Dom's belly button and begins sliding his pointy tongue in and out of the erotic orifice in a tantalizing rhythm. At the same time, he slides a hand up Dom's heaving chest to tease each of his nipples into taut peaks.

"Bills," Dom moans raggedly. "C'mere. Kiss."

Acquiescing to the breathless request, Billy moves up until their mouths meet in a hungry, passionate exchange, and he doesn't resist when Dom rolls them over. Greedy hands peel back the panels of Billy's shirt, and he groans at the sensation of Dom's elegant fingers stroking the ginger hair covering his chest. Hips rock together, the friction causing both men to become granite hard, the material separating them diminishing the sensation, to both of their frustration.

"Want you." Dom whimpers. "Inside me."

"Want you, too, Dommie," Billy grounds out, grabbing fistfuls of denim at Dom's narrow hips and thrusting up hard several times in an attempt to ease the pressure in his trousers. "Fuck."

"Yeah," Dom sighs against Billy's erratic pulse. "I can't tell if I'm dizzy because I'm drunk or so fucking horny."

"Both?" Billy suggests with a laugh, the sound cut off when their lips meet again.

While the couple continues to kiss, long and deep, Billy pushes the denim down over the sweet curve of Dom's arse, rubbing, stroking and massaging the warm skin until the younger man is shaking with desire.

"Off," Dom mumbles against Billy's rosy mouth. "Take them off."

Billy moves so fast that Dom grunts at the sudden weight on top of him, but hums his agreement when Billy pulls back and begins drawing his blue jeans off. Once freed of his confines, Dom parts his legs wide and tugs Billy closer, sliding a hand between their aroused bodies to open Billy's trousers. Although he has the best of intentions, Dom's level of inebriation and Billy eagerly rolling his hips makes it difficult for Dom to complete his task, and he welcomes Billy's help. Longing for a taste of his lover, Dom tucks his head into the side of Billy's neck, kissing, licking and sucking at the tender skin while the last of their clothing is removed.

With their bare limbs entwined and bodies fused together in hunger and passion, Billy moves down Dom's lithe frame, following the cure of the pectoral muscle over Dom's heart with his tongue. He smiles at Dom's response, but as much as Billy loves kissing Dom, the ache between his thighs is growing by the second, so he continues lower, tracing the sculpted muscles of Dom's abdomen as small fingers wrap around Dom's leaking erection. A slow pumping begins, to ease the pressure that's causing Dom to tremble and he almost purrs in contentment, body writhing in ecstasy.

"Mmm-fuck," Dom moans when Billy's index finger slips between his cheeks for a teasing touch to his tight entrance. "Making me dizzy, Bills. Room's spinning."

Dom's lazy, effortless sensuality is intoxicating, the lust beginning to shatter Billy's control, and he can't resist pressing several moist kisses to Dom's treasure trail as he inhales the scent of their arousal. The thought of lubricant enters Billy's mind, as it's a necessary step to ensure comfort for both of them, and it's as he starts to reach for the drawer of the night stand that he notices a change in sound. Billy's head tips to one side as he tries to place it, and then his jaw drops. Dom is now snoring, his bare chest rising and falling in a steady rumble.

"Dom?"

As expected, there's no response, as Dom's clearly lost consciousness, thanks to the innumerable Hairy Navel's he's ingested tonight. For a split second, Billy is annoyed that Dom fell asleep before they could finish what he started in the kitchen and shag like rabbits. Then he's struck by the humor of the situation, and can't help but laugh under his breath.

"Only you, Dommie," Billy muses aloud, ruefully shaking his head and smiling fondly at his sleeping lover. "Only you."

Shifting up the bed until his head reaches the pillow, Billy tenderly draws Dom to his chest and keeps an arm wrapped around Dom's slender back while he tugs the coverlet up to cover their naked bodies.

"Schnapps versus hobbit. Hobbit loses," Billy says with a chuckle, and brushes a kiss across Dom's forehead before settling into the pillow and letting his eyes close.

Mumbling incoherently under his breath, Dom snuggles closer, fits himself into the curve of Billy's frame and slides a long arm around his waist, needing the connection, even in sleep. Thanks to the warmth of his lover against him and the steady rhythm of Dom's snoring, just a few minutes later, Billy surrenders to his dreams.

* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *

Not surprisingly, Billy is the first to awaken in the morning, when the sun is low in the sky, and Dom is sprawled on the mattress next to him, arm still wrapped possessively around his bare waist. After yawning and raising an arm above his head for a leisurely stretch, Billy gazes fondly at Dom as he slumbers, and recalls the events of last night as he attempts to smooth down Dom's tousled hair.

No matter how peaceful Dom sleeps, by morning his hair always looks as though he's spent hours rolling about in wanton ecstasy. It's come in handy lately, when it's actually true. When a thought comes to Billy, he breaks out into a smile, and he ever so carefully slips out of bed to retrieve his hastily discarded trousers from the floor. Once his lower half is covered, Billy leans over to press a kiss to Dom's temple, and then exits the bedroom as quietly as possible.

Just two minutes later, Billy returns, and during that time, Dom has rolled onto his back, the bed sheet shoved down to his hips, barely concealing his nudity. The urge to wake Dom with his tongue is strong, but Billy resists the temptation. One thing he's learned in their time together is that Dom is rather vocal during sex, especially in the morning when he wakes up with three of Billy's fingers inside him. The passion Dom expresses when they make love is just one more addition to the long list of things that Billy loves about Dom.

Considering the fact that their cast mates are just down the hall, the wise decision is made to wait until they have the flat to themselves, and can be as loud as they want. After silently shedding his trousers, Billy cautiously eases himself back onto the mattress, mentally crossing his fingers that Dom won't awaken, and quietly sighs with relief when Dom's breathing remains slow and even.

Smothering a chuckle, Billy leans over the sleeping man and completes his task with the item that he left the bedroom for. Once it's in place, he settles back down on his pillow, tilting his head to one side so there is contact between their prone bodies. Relaxed and content, Billy lets his eyes close, and quickly drops off to sleep again. They don't have filming today, so they may as well enjoy the down time while they can.

Hours later, Dom shifts restlessly as his eyelids flutter, and he slowly opens them as he yawns widely. His head is a wee bit achy, but considering the drinking last night, he's not all that surprised. Dom's also aware that it could've been much worse, had it not been for Billy and the Paracetamol that he'd made Dom take before bed.

It dawns on Dom that not for the first time this week, he's ended up starkers in Billy's bed, and he smiles as he turns his head in search of the older man. As expected, the Scotsman is stretched out beside him, a whistling snore filling the quiet, a small hand curled around Dom's bicep, keeping a connection between them.

Part of Dom wants to stay right where he is, but his bladder is starting to protest a wee bit, as he passed out last night before making a stop in the loo. With a reluctant sigh, Dom kicks back the rumpled bed sheet, only to stop short when something unfamiliar on his body catches his eye. Arching an eyebrow as he pushes himself up onto his elbows to get a better look, Dom isn't aware that his movement has roused Billy from the soothing embrace of sleep. He's about to touch the strange item when Billy's sleep-tinged Scottish lilt provides an answer to his unasked question.

Reaching over to Dom's flat stomach, Billy pets the cotton ball tucked into the divot of Dom's beloved belly button before saying, "Looks like you got a fuzzy navel after all."

Dom snorts with laughter as he pulls the fluffy cotton free and can’t resist tickling Billy's small nose with it before bringing their mouths together for a kiss. It's when they part that Billy catches a fleeting look of disappointment in Dom's expressive eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Dommie-"

"I was just remembering. Lij gave me a choice last night, and I think I picked the wrong drink," Dom admits, brow furrowed in thought.

"Oh?"

A slow, mischievous grin spreads across Dom's face. "Why would I want a Fuzzy Navel when I could've had Sex on the Beach?"

"Aye, I can see why that would be a more appealing choice," Billy comments, blatant lust smoldering in his deep green eyes. "But perhaps I could make it up to you with something else with peach in it; liqueur, to be specific."

Intrigued, Dom arches an eyebrow. “What’s that?’’

“A Slow, Comfortable Screw,” Billy replies suggestively as he rolls Dom onto his back and slides between his eagerly splayed thighs, drawing out the words as much as possible.

Dom mewls in anticipation and arches into Billy’s touch. “Make it a double.”

“Only if you promise not to fall asleep,” Billy adds as he nips teasingly at the smooth column of Dom’s neck. “Like last night.”

Memories of the previous evening come flooding back, and Dom gasps.

“Oh. Bugger.”

Billy lifts his head until their eyes meet and he grins. “Exactly.”

* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *

fin

Comments

[morebliss.livejournal.com]

Awwwww and Nggghhhh! I feel like I haven't read MonaBoyd in forever. And this was a wonderful welcome home. Filming era, drunken Dom and sweet Billy, both horny as... *sigh* This is why I love this fandom, and them, and you for writing them! Thank you.

Oh, and just so you know, I'm going away over Xmas (to where there is no internet - shock/horror!) and am taking a few printed out fic favs for my beach reading, and "Fatherhood, Football, And Other Contact Sports" is going to be one of them!

[escapist-art.livejournal.com]

Sweet and hot.

[owlgrey.livejournal.com]

Love how you write the boys!

[celtprincess13.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is wonderful! I really liked it a lot.

[talia-sparkle.livejournal.com]

Hot, sweet and funny.

Perfect. Just perfect.

[ex-rogerpit.livejournal.com]

Evidently your Muse is a bartender on the side. Who would have thought?

Fantastic writing, as always!

[pippins-penny.livejournal.com]

Adorable and sexy, just like the boys!

[promisethstars.livejournal.com]

You know, I think you definitely have a thing for writing fics with alcohol in them.

And I don't mind in the least, trust me ;)

[dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com]

Awww, thank you. I'm so pleased that you enjoyed. I had fun writing them drunk and horny. Then again, who wouldn't?

I'm sorry you'll be lacking in internet, but am touched that you're taking Footboyd with you. I'm rather fond of that series...

Thanks again.

[dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com]

Two words I love to hear. Thank you very much. :)

[dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com]

:::blushes::: Thank you muchly.

I try.

[dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com]

So glad that you enjoyed. :)

Thanks!

[dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com]

Perfect? :::blushes deeply:::

I'm not sure about that, but thank you for your kind words. I tried to create something light, fun and a wee bit naughty. It looks like I succeeded. :)

[dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com]

I think my Muse is a closet alcoholic. :::giggles:::

Thank you so much. Happy you enjoyed. :)

I've got more fic on the way, too.

[dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com]

Hee! Thank you very much. :) Happy that you liked it.

I had fun.

[dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com]

Perhaps it's something that I needed to get out of my system, like tequila or something. Hee.

Pleased that you enjoyed. Thank you. :)

[promisethstars.livejournal.com]

Yeah, best to get that out of your system. Although by no means should you get this thing out of your system anytime soon :)

[dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com]

Hee. I don't think I'll be getting the writing bug out of my system anytime soon...

[cordeilla33.livejournal.com]

Simply Wonderful!! I love your alcohol muse...she can have all the drinks she wants on me, if it means more great stories from you!!!

[glamoursnipe.livejournal.com]

"Bills," Dom moans raggedly. "C'mere. Kiss."

Holy fuck...

Let's try this again.

HOLY. FUCK.

That should be enshrined. And the rest of it's pretty damn good, too.

[dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com]

I think I've finally gotten all the booze out of my system. I guess time will tell. Hee!

Thank you very much. Pleased you enjoyed.

[dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com]

:::giggles:::

I'm rather fond of that part. Happy to know I'm not the only one.

Thank you so much. :)

[shelley6441.livejournal.com]

How I adore Dom in Billy's lap. Sweet and cozy, but now I think I need some Advil after all that likker! Thanks Dylan :)

[dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com]

How did I not see this comment until now? *kicks lj notification*

Thank you. I rather love them all snuggled up together. Hobbity.

*passes Advil*