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Title: Love, Always And Forever
Author: jettabug
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
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Author's Notes: I had a moment of insanity last night when I wrote Dorli. *shudders* I promise, as a complete and total Monaboyd whore to never commit such acts again. :D
Summary: It's about love.



Love, Always And Forever
by Jenna

Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave and impossible to forget.

I’ll remember the day we met for the rest of my life. I’ll remember the way he hugged me so tight, with his whole body, not five seconds after seeing each other. I’ll remember the funny faces he’d make to break the nervous energy between us Hobbits.

I’ll never forget how quickly we clicked, it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. It was like I saw him and that was it. I was hooked. He was like a drug that I couldn’t get enough of. I knew that in the instant I saw him, I wanted to be his friend.

I’d lived a lot of my life without close friends, tending to keep to myself despite my exuberant personality. But meeting him changed everything.

A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.

“Billy!”

“Yeah?” I replied, looking at Dom out the corner of my eye as I steered the car through the streets of Wellington.

“I need your help! What was that song that was playing last night at the club?” Dom drummed his fingers on his knees in the familiar beat.

I watched his fingers tap, mesmerised. I was drawn out of my reverie by a loud car horn, and I had to jerk the steering wheel hard to avoid getting into a head-on collision.

“You know, the one that went duh dun der der der…dum duh dun der…”

I frowned, trying to recall the song. “What are the lyrics?”

Dom furrowed his brow in concentration. “They went something like, ‘see the thorn twisting in the side…I’m waiting for you…something or other.”

“Oh!” I recalled. “See the stone set in your eyes, see the thorn twist in your side…I’ll wait for you…” I sang softly.

“Yeah!” Dom exclaimed. “What was that called?”

“With or Without You by U2.”

Dom smiled, his gaze flickering over to me. “Yeah, that’s it. I love that song.”

No one is perfect until you fall in love with them.

I frowned. He was doing it, again. Even though I’d expressed how many times I hated it, and that if we were going to share an apartment, he’d have to try hard not to do it.

I made my way into the living room and stopped still, watching him as he watched TV.

“You wanna sit down, Billy?” he asked, patting the spot next to him.

“No, not really,” I answered curtly.

He looked up. “What did I do now?”

I frowned a little more. “Feet, Dom!” I pointed to his boots up on the coffee table. “You know how I hate your feet on the table!”

“Oops,” Dom exclaimed sheepishly, taking his feet off the table and putting them on the floor. “Sorry Bills, I forgot, honestly.”

He looked at me with an apologetic smile and I felt my annoyance fading away. I could never stay angry with him. Never. Specially when he looked at me like that.

Some people make the world special by just being in it.

“Is it all finalised?”

Dom nodded, a proud smile on his face. “Done and done. Signed on the dotted line this morning.”

I grinned. “Oh Dommie, I’m so proud of you!”

He shrugged. “You don’t have to be.”

I looked at him, my mouth opened. “You daft bugger! You’re doing an amazing thing.”

He shrugged again. “It’s my obsession, Bills. My love.”

I placed a hand on his. “I know it is, and that’s what makes it even more special.”

Dom smiled. “You really think so?”

I smiled back at him. “You have passion, Dommie. It takes a wonderful man to go out and buy a forest just to help out the world.”

“I guess it is kinda special, isn’t it?”

I looked up at the stars and matched them for every reason I love you. I was doing fine…but I ran out of stars.

“Whatcha doing?”

I smiled and looked over at Dom as he sat down beside me in our backyard.

“Star-gazing,” I told him, my eyes returning to the heavens, a black silken sky dotted with millions of stars.

“Do you do that often?”

I shrugged, linking my hands under my head. “I never had a reason to do something like this before I met you, Dommie.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“No, I’m not. I’ve been staring up into the sky for the last half an hour, wondering why I’m so lucky to have you.”

“Then perhaps I should be partaking,” Dom said, lying down on the grass, staring up at the sky. “Because I need to know why I’ve been blessed with you.”

Love is smiling on the inside and out.

“Stop smiling, please.”

I grinned. “I can’t.”

“It’s really fucking annoying!” Orlando complained, doing up his belt on his Legolas costume.

“So sorry to annoy you, Mr Bloom,” I responded sarcastically as I buttoned up my Pippin coat.

“Why the hell are you walking around with a permanent smile on your face?” Elijah demanded, pulling on his wig.

I shrugged. “I’m happy.”

“You got some!” Orlando crowed, sitting down to pull on his thick socks.

I rolled my eyes. “Happiness is not always about sex, Orlando.”

He grinned. “Since when?”

Elijah rolled his eyes and stopped pulling at his wig. “So, what’s with the happiness, Bills?”

“There’s a millions reasons,” I told him, fixing my cape with the Elven brooch.

“Name one.”

I didn’t have a chance to respond to Elijah before the door opened and Dom bounded in, fresh from Feet.

“There’s your reason,” I told Elijah.

Love reminds you that nothing else matters.

“Oh…shit…”

“What?” I demanded, coming out of the bedroom to catch Dom in the living room, struggling to hide something under the couch cushions.

“Nothing,” Dom said quickly, standing up.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “What did you break?”

He smiled nervously. “Nothing.”

“Bullshit Monaghan,” I said. “What was it?”

He lifted the couch cushion and I wondered over. Under the couch cushion was several large pieces of black plastic.

“That was my TV remote, wasn’t it?”

Dom bit his lip. “Kinda.”

My shoulder began to shake and I let out a loud laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” Dom demanded, pulling me towards him, arms wrapped around my waist.

“You!” I said through my giggles.

“What about me?”

I sobered up and looked at him. “I love you too much to care about a broken remote, Dominic.”

Love is like a piece of artwork, even the smallest bit can be so beautiful.

“I can see you watching me.

Dom grinned and set his book down.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, putting down the newspaper I was reading.

He shrugged. “I was just watching, that’s all.”

“And why would you be doing that?”

“Because I love the way you look when you’re reading the paper.”

I crawled to his end of the couch. “What do I do that is so fascinating?”

He smiled and opened his arms for me. “You just…whenever you turn the page, you lick your index finger and thumb.”

“Oh?”

Dom nodded. “And you always have this serious look on your face…it’s really cute.”

“You like how I lick my fingers and the way my face looks when I read the paper?”

He kissed my nose. “The smallest things make you what you are. Perfection.”

Love is a never-ending feeling.

He was so beautiful. Like the ocean, like a magnificent sunset. He held so much promise and life to him, it was impossible to imagine a life without him. Even as he sleeps, he’s gorgeous.

His hair mussed up in all directions, drool sliding down his cheek. He’ll never admit that he talks in his sleep, despite the countless tapes of him mumbling about bees and his Merry cape.

I love how he’s a cuddler, that he tries to burrow completely into my side as we fall asleep. I love how his hands splay over my chest and trace patterns there without him even realising it.

He has a particular sleep pattern. He’ll start out on his right side, hugging me, then he alternates between his left and right side all night. But somehow, he wakes up on his tummy.

I don’t know how many nights I’ve stayed up just watching him sleep. Watching his eyelids flicker with dreams and his lips move in silent speech. My eyes trained on his beautiful face that gets illuminated by the moonlight.

No matter how tired I am, I can stay up all night and watch him sleep. Because watching him sleep reminds me that I’m going to love him forever.

Note: all words in italics are quotes

Cross posted to: jettabug, monaboyd & fellow_shippers