monaboyd | It takes next to nothing to turn Dom on...

Title: Swords and L-Words Chapter 3.5: It’s the little things, really.

Author: Lilly White

Pairing: Monaboyd

Rating: PG-13 ish

Summary: A cute little bouncing Scottish bum catches Dom’s eye...

Length: Page and a half

Disclaimer: It’s all in fun. Don’t take it seriously.

A/N: SO very sorry to all those waiting for me to continue the plot-line. I’m very busy, but it will be no later than Sunday, I promise.

Chapter 1, 2, and 3 are here.

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"Hmmm hmm humm lala hum... bang bang Maxwell’s silver hammer came down upon his head ... hum hum hmm... sure that he was dead...whoa whoa whoa...doo doo doo dee doo."

Dom looked up from his newspaper to steal a glance at what he knew would be one of the cutest of scenes. Sure enough, there was Billy tying his shoes, not bothering to bend his knees and bouncing his little Scottish, occasional kilt-wearing bottom up in the air to a song he had just borrowed from Dom. He was taking his sweet time, too, paying attention to the lyrics.

Dominic smiled. He knew that had Billy been wearing a kilt right now, this wouldn’t be so humorous. In fact, Dom would have had a very nice view. And it probably would have made him harder than astrophysics in Aramaic. But now that he was thinking about it...those thighs pale and warm pressed against him. Billy’s lips whispering naughty things into his ear just brushing his tongue along the outside of his earlobe. Dom’s tongue unconsciously licked his own lips remembering how warmth that tasted like spun sugar felt. He’d had some of Billy’s kisses only a few short minutes ago, but his sweet tooth was throbbing. It was strange how such a cute picture took an amazingly sexual turn, but that was how Dominic’s mind worked. He pulled himself up from the edge of the couch and stalked toward the unsuspecting lover.

The song tripped over once more and began again. Billy couldn’t help it. He’d never heard such a cheerful song about a serial killer. Who knew where Lennon and McCartney got the inspiration for this one. Wonderfully catchy. He would let it play at least twenty times so he could memorize the lyrics and sing the macabre little tune in the shower. What a funny thing to walk in on...

But Billy’s bum-bouncing innocent thoughts were interrupted by someone – he knew very well whom – bending over him raking nails up the undersides of his jeans, up over his bottom, and resting peacefully under the hem of his shirt. His modern little headphones fell uselessly to the floor as Dominic kissed the back of his neck and turned his around to face those stormy-grey orbs. Dom was smiling.

"Taunt me with that sweet little tush again and the next surprise you get will be much more drastic, my Love. You should know better than to stroke my libido like that." Dom kissed him softly on the lips, licking the edges and teasing him.

Jesus... Billy leaned in to swallow that tormenting tongue, but it was gone. He kissed nothing but teeth as Dominic grinned and stepped away from him. Dom sat down again on the couch and propped the newspaper up to hide his sadistic, playful grin.

And you say I taunt you...you little bitch. And before Billy knew what he was doing he comically stood right in front of Dom’s paper and shook his little nothing of a tukis for all the frustration Dom had just caused him baling "MAXWELL’S SILVER HAMMER CAME DOWN UPON HIS HEAD!"

"Watch your head!" Dom shouted and placed a soft kick to Billy’s shimming rump and caused Billy to trip and lose his balance. Billy stood defiantly and rubbed his ass with a disdainful five-year-old look on his face complete with pouting lip. He stuck out his tongue at Dom and turned around with his nose as high as possible in the air.

"Fuck you, old cunt. I gonna go find someone who will love me without the abuse." It was hard for Billy to keep the grin from breaking out into a tap-dance across his face, but he didn’t have much time before Dom had him around the waist and was lifting him up.

"Come here, you little thing. You deserve a spanking for that bad acting." Billy began to kick and scream and giggle in protest. Dom pinned Billy down on the couch and softened the mood by simply smiling sweetly into Billy’s green-wreathed-sunflower eyes. "You are the sweetest thing."

Billy gave a little defiant purse of his lips and interrupted. "Then quit your talking a devour this sweet little thing before I drip all over your hands – or is that what you had in mind?"