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I got struck with this on my way to the dentist today. Its only part one, I'm thinking it'll be a 3 parter when I'm done. Let me know if its worthy of going on. Its been looked over once, but not fully beta'd. Any errors are completely my lack of sleep and inability to type today.

Liv's Quest (1/3?)
Pairing: Monaboyd (Orililly implied)
Rating: I dunno, I suck at this... um NC-17 for a slight mention of rough situation??????
Disclaimer: SOOO Not mine. If they were I'd be running a live webcast for all you other perverts...err I mean Monaboyd shippers.. :)

I read on my friends list, someone (Piratesorka I believe) asking for NICE Monaboyd. Its nicer than most things I write, a little schmoopy, a little silly.... oh you just decide. I usually lurk, but lack of sleep combined with a silly Liv and Billy muse resulted in.. THIS.

Liv's Quest

A month before Liv’s Rock-Star popped the big question, she showed up at the flat in the middle of the night. The pounding rain and booming thunder reeking havoc all around us hadn’t done a thing to wake Dominic from his coma-like slumber, so of course he slept through her banging on our front door.

Wiping the sleep from my eyes while simultaneously trying to pull on a pair of boxers, most likely Dom’s and even more likely, dirty. I just escaped serious injury during my stumble to the front door. I stopped long enough to make sure I wasn’t hanging out anywhere indecent before I opened the door. I was curious as to who would be crazy enough to weather the storm.

The last person on this earth I expected to see was our Elf Princess, but there she was looking slightly less than regal, soaked to the bone and trembling with cold, her hair hung like wet spaghetti, her lips were almost blue and her teeth were chattering.

“When did you know?” she demanded before I could even ask what she was doing here.

“Livvie? You’re going to catch your death if you don’t come in out of that cold!” I chided, sounding a bit too much like my dear Grandmum for my liking.

“When did you KNOW?” she demanded again impatiently, as I dragged her into the foyer.

“Know what?” I asked, confused.

With a frustrated sigh, she let me take off her jacket and lead her into the living room to sit in front of the fire.

“About Dominic,” she ground out, like I was truly thick and this was a conversation she’d been having with me for a very long time.

And… nope, my telepathy was still not working. I hadn’t the foggiest clue what she was on about. I cringed as I thought about asking her to explain, the mental image of her strangling me with her bare hands was vivid in my mind.

But, in my calculations I figured she was much more likely to do something rather unpleasant; implode maybe, if I didn’t answer at all. Figuring I’d claim my ignorance with a flash of Pippin and she’d be more likely to forgive my pathetic existence I tilted my head to the side and asked cheerily,

“Dommie? What about him?” this cute thing really doesn’t work well for me, its more Elijah’s cup o’ tea, but it was damn near 2:00 in the morning and she was starting to scare me.

“That you loved him. That he loved you. That it was FOREVER,” she ground out the last word as if it were a curse. Funny, I always thought forever was a good thing.

Risking bodily harm, I let out a chuckle before I could stop myself, “Woah, Easy there killer, what has you all riled up this late… err early in the morning?” I bravely asked.

“William, I came here for answers, not questions,” she huffed.

The full first name is so never ever good.

“Ok, fine, you came here for answers, lets get you some answers, but can I at least offer you a cup o tea first? A dry shirt?”

“If I say yes, will this be the end of your STALLING?” she all but growled.

“Most definitely,” I agreed.

I quickly put on some tea then ran to the guest room. I knew nothing of mine would be long enough for her, but I thought Orlando might’ve left some things behind on his last visit. I struck gold with a worn pair of sweat pants and a long sleeved t-shirt with Marvin the Martian on it.

Less than 10 minutes later I had Liv sorted, warm and dry, sipping tea and glaring at me.

“So…” she demanded before I could even sit myself on the sofa next to her.

“Ok, ok, easy killer. When did I first know I loved Dom? Was that the first question? You were a bit mad when you came dashing in here…”

With a slight growl she nodded.

“Ok, well right then, that’s easy enough. Do ya remember that night that Dommie got into it with Orlando, that big brawl, right after Helm’s Deep? Yep, he full out flew and tackled Orli to the ground, he did,” I said with a proud sigh.

“Dominic got piss drunk and all out assaulted one of your best friends and THAT is how you knew you loved him?” she asked, incredulously.
I nodded proudly.

“Is this a Hobbit thing?” she asked, obviously straining to understand.

“Kinda, its more of a Dom’s an empath kind of thing,” I replied.

“Now you’ve lost me,” she whined.

“Well that’s because you’re a silly elf,” Dom said from the doorway.

Dom was all sorts of just woke up sexy, wearing my boxers low on his hips and a rumpled t-shirt that rose above his navel as he stretched. His hair was sticking up in 30 different directions and he was dragging our comforter behind him like a small child with their security blanket. It took every fiber of restraint in my body not to pounce on him right then and there.

He made his way in to the room, stopping briefly to kiss Liv on the forehead and whisper “Hiya luv,” before crawling into my lap, cocooning us with the comforter and burying his face in my neck.

“Did we wake you?” I asked with a chuckle.

“Got cold, you left me,” he whispered into my neck. That big stain in the middle of my sofa, that’d be where I melted into a puddle of goo from the sweetness. Yes, 3 years into our relationship and I still swoon. Sue me.

“Livvie and I are having a visit,” I explained.

“So I heard, tell her the whole story Bills, before she thinks you’re a nutter living with a drunken brute.”

Liv nodded in agreement, “Tell me the whole story, Bill, tell me the whole story!” she clapped her hands happily.

“Oi, now look what you’ve done, ya got her excited,” I teased.

Dom muttered something about not letting her pee on the new carpet as he made himself really comfortable by stretching out his legs to rest them on Liv’s lap and snuggling down until his head was resting in my lap, the blanket covering his entire body from the knees up, including his entire head. I reached down and parted the blanket so that he’d have an air hole and ran my fingers through his hair in an attempt to flatten out the bed-head.

“You’re stalling,” Liv whined.

“Sorry, sorry… ok you want the whole story, I’m telling you now, its an all out gay drama fest…” I warned.

“My favorite kind of tale!” she assured, rearranging herself to sit facing me and still comfortably house Dominic’s bare feet.

“Ok, so I guess it all really started on that first flight into New Zealand,” I explained.

“But that was MONTHS before Helms Deep,” she pointed out.

“Right, we are all still men involved here, luv. We’re the sort to let things fester forever if we can get away with it.”

“Right, right. Boys. Got it,” she nodded.

“So anyway, Orlando and I took that trip to New Zealand together and we toasted my birthday, you already know that,”

“Yeah, yeah,” she pressed.

“Well, there was a wee bit more celebrating on that flight,” I said with a sigh.

“What KIND of celebrating are we talking about?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh you know, the kind where the birthday boy gets piss drunk and blows the otherwise straight, young, nervous elf on his first adventure away from home in the loo at 30,000 feet.” I said, not entirely proud of my admission.

Liv gasped, “Billy!!!! Oh my goodness, you’re so bad! But, wait. You said straight, are we talking about the same Orlando Bloom? The one currently shacked up with our King?”

I chuckled as I nodded. “He was young then Liv, remember? He was such a pup. He wasn’t half the sex God that he is today.”

“So, you were his first… experience,” she asked, very carefully choosing her words.

“Yeah, well I didn’t know that at first. You know Orli, such a terrible flirt, no concept of personal space, that one. So when he freaked out on me before we even landed in New Zealand I couldn’t figure out what I’d done wrong.

“But you two worked it all out?” she asked, getting wrapped up in the story.

“Sort of, once we landed and got housed, we met up with everyone else, he was just fine. So, I brushed it off as too much champagne, or airsickness, or I dunno, not wanting to be the cast slut, and we were cool. Friends, ya know? Then it happened again. A week or two after we got there, after a pub crawl, in the alley behind that all-night diner we used to go to sometimes…”

“And he freaked again?” she asked, reaching out to touch my hand.

“Yeah, only worse than the first time. After he, well you know, he pushed me away, to the ground in fact, told me he wasn’t a fag and ran off. I don’t think he meant to push me down, I think he just panicked and had to get away, I knew that even then, but it still hurt. Dommie found me that day, confused and drunk in the alley. He didn’t ask me what happened, I didn’t offer. He just took me home and put me to bed and we pretended like it never happened,” I cleared my throat before I continued.

“It uhh, kind of became a pattern, a weekly ritual almost. Every time we went out, something would happen, and Dom would instinctively search me out, whether it was 2 minutes after Orlando took off, or 2 hours later when I’d already made it home, he’d find me, and he’d tuck me in and we wouldn’t talk about it. And I’d swear to myself each time was the last.”

“So, you just kept blowing him in public places, why??” She wasn’t being wise, she truly was trying to understand, so I tried to explain.

“Oh you know Orlando, he just worms his way into your heart, and I think I’m giving you kinda the wrong impression. It wasn’t just blow-jobs and it wasn’t just in public places. Sometimes, it’d be a kiss in a taxi on the way home, or a quick grope in Peter’s guest bathroom, I think I gave him a hickey once in your dressing room, sorry about that. One time he showed up at my front door, an hour before we were supposed to meet the rest of the fellowship at the theater, we had a wank right in the middle of my kitchen after I offered him a beer.”

“Didn’t know about that one,” Dominic grumbled into my stomach.

“Yes you did, you brought me cookie dough ice cream after I begged out of the movie…. And weren’t you asleep?” I asked, immediately petting his hair again.

“Thought you were sick, you barely spoke all that day on set, thought my Pip was losing his voice, wanted to make you better,” he mumbled, half turning to look up at me.

I heard an audible “Aww” from Liv’s general vicinity and started to laugh.

“Empath, I told you,” I said to her.

“You really were sick?” she asked.

I nodded, “There was a good boxing match on at the pub the night before, Bean and I both lost our voices by the end of the night,” I explained.
Dominic seemed to be doing some sort of Billy-sensor calibration in his head, pleased with the result, he nodded once to himself before turning back toward me and promptly going back to sleep. Liv and I both chuckled.

“Ok, so why? If he kept flipping out and being a really shitty friend, I might add, why keep doing it?” she asked, bringing me back to the story.

I shrugged.

“Because I’d been where he was once in my life too and I knew he was just confused. We kept making up straight away the next day, ritually. I knew he was sorry,” I defended poor Orlando to Liv.

“Then what changed? Why’d Dom slug him?” she asked.

“The week before Helms Deep was that bungee jump, remember? Orlando was of course psyched, and afterward, he showed up at my place on a complete adrenaline high. It was the first time he was really the aggressor with me, even when he’d show up at my place before that, he’d just be there and so lost, and I’d lead him into it, ya know?”

She nodded, but I wasn’t entirely sure she got it.

“So anyway, I let him do as he may that day and like I said, endorphins. He was aggressive, rough. It was rough.” I tried to skirt around the specifics, there are certain things our Princess didn’t need to hear. A total look of horror passed over her face.

I reached down and flicked Dom’s ear, “Oi, now’d be the time I need you to be awake and you’re snoring,” I grumbled.

“Did he, I mean force you?” she asked, quietly.

“What? Oh no. He was just, not skilled, and aggressive. Bruised me up some, ok a lot, and there was some tearing… because he didn’t know what he was doing and was too damn impatient to let me teach him.”

“Oh God, Billy, I’m so sorry, you both must’ve felt so terrible.” I knew then, she was really starting to get the right picture, the last thing I wanted was for her to think Orli was some sort of rapist.

“Its ok Livvie, it was a long time ago, and really, the pain on my part was mostly physical. Poor Orlando though, he saw the blood and just freaked out. Ran out of there like a scared jackrabbit and didn’t look back. Avoided me right up until the day he left for night shoots.” I said with a sigh.

“We all thought you and Dom were a couple well before Helms Deep,” she reminisced.

“We could’ve been, would’ve been, but I was just caught up in the whole Orlando thing, even though Dom didn’t know it was him. He knew someone was doing something to me, but he never put it together. You saw Orlando, he was picking up girls almost every night we went out, he threw off Dom’s radar a bit,” I said with a grin.

“How’d he find out it was Orlando, then? Isn’t that why he attacked him?” she asked.

“Dom and his super empath powers, I’m telling you, he was at my flat not even 5 minutes after Orlando left and wouldn’t even wait for me to get to the door, just let himself in and found me in the bathtub, trying to figure out how to stop the bleeding,”

“Tell her about the washcloth,” Dom muttered into my gut.

“The washcloth?” she asked raising an eyebrow as I blushed.

Dom rolled to face up again and grumbled, “Twat here knows full well I’m in full tune with almost every thought in his head, every feeling in his body and he tries to cover himself from me with this stupid pink washcloth. Like even if I was as clueless as Karl, I wouldn’t notice that his bathwater was full of blood, like that stupid little cloth was going to somehow keep me from seeing…” Dom stopped mid sentence, noticing Liv and I both staring at him slack-jawed.

“What???” he asked.

I pulled him up and kissed him full on the mouth. “I didn’t realize it still upset you,” I said quietly when I pulled away. Liv stood and slipped out of the room to give us a private moment.

“Well shit, Billy. You were bleeding,” he said in way of an explanation.

I’ll admit it, I turned right back into goo. I’m blaming it all on the lack of sleep, me getting all misty eyed in the middle of the night, over something I thought we’d dealt with years ago. I held Dominic close to me, nuzzling his neck.

“Love you,” I whispered.

“Love you too,” he said, kissing me gently.

“Oi, no winding me up with Liv… in the other room I guess, she’s spooked. We need to fix it.” I declared, pushing Dom off of me and standing.

I helped Dom to his feet and we went to find our Princess. She was smiling through tears, looking at all the pictures tacked to our refrigerator.

“Livvie?” I asked, putting my arms around her from behind.

“Sorry,” she said automatically.

“Livvie, what’s going on? Why’re you here in the middle of the night? Why all the questions about me n Dom?” I asked, stroking her hair.

“You two are so connected, I think Royston is planning something, something serious. And I don’t know, I mean, how do you really know? We aren’t like you, we aren’t mentally connected, I feel like I barely know him sometimes, I feel like I barely know me, so how can be possibly be my soul mate, when I don’t even know my own soul. How can I promise forever, when I can’t even tell you what his favorite kind of soup is!” she cried.

Dom and I looked at each other behind her back and chuckled.

“Oh Liv, sweetie, you just need to relax. You think Bills here had a freaking clue? Do you know what I had to go through to get him to notice me? Do you know what the hell lengths I went to to get him to realize I was even FLIRTING with him? Just sit back sweetie. Let’s make Billy show you what a complete dunce he was and explain to you how long it took him to realize I loved him too. You think you’re pathetic? We could win AWARDS for pathetic. Now that I’m awake, I’m hungry, anyone for eggs?” He asked, going to retrieve a pan.