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Title: Forever Eyes Of Blue
Series: Precious Years 7/10
Author: sweetzattack
Pairings: DM/BB, DM/EW in series, DM/EW in chapter
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Character death in series
Summary: Even the deepest love of all sometimes turns out to be a troublesome thing...
Disclaimer: I own them and I cut this out of some newspaper I bought from a bavarian donkey 2346 years ago on Mars. *rolleyes* It's a LIE. Made UP. Wish I owned them nevertheless, so lemme dream ;o)
All titles and lyrics in this series taken from the wonderful Runrig.
x-posted to: fellow_shippers and my own journal



It had been so easy to give in.
Elijah knew I didn’t love him and he did not expect me to lie about this. We weren’t lovers. We had sex, sure, but we weren’t lovers.
When I was fucking Elijah, I’d scream your name when I’d come, when he was fucking me it was even easier to imagine it would be you.

At first I felt a little bad for Elijah, but when I once told him about this, he just shrugged his shoulders and said
“It’s okay, Dommie, I know you love him, not me. Both of us are dreaming about someone we can’t have, so if you feel sorry, I’d have to do the same. Really, it’s fine with me.”
And his eyes let me know he was telling the truth.

One day when he had left early for some audition, his words came back to my mind. “Dreaming of someone we can’t have”...it seemed to be true. Almost two months since I left Glasgow and you hadn’t even called. I tried your mobile every day but you just didn’t pick up.
I wasn’t beginning to lose hope, I have to say, I had entirely lost it then.

When Elijah came back home that night, I welcomed him with a kiss and we ended up having a kind of sex we’d never had before, careful, slow and loving from both sides.

This time, I didn’t scream your name out loud.

Your birthday was drawing near and still I hadn’t heard from you. My phonecalls had become more and more seldom and finally stopped at all. The night before your birthday I moaned Elijah’s name when I came. He’s been crying.

“Dom? Dommie-dear, what’s wrong with you?”
Deborah had come over to the guesthouse to bring us our laundry she always did without us even asking for it. We could’ve easily done this ourselvs, but she said she’d like to do this for us. Elijah wasn’t home and she caught me sitting on the couch, staring at the stereo that was playing softly.
I was listening to Runrig, as I always were, but somehow she noticed that something wasn’t quite right. No use lying to her, she’d get to know the truth anyway. She was a mother, mothers always did.

“It’s Billy’s birthday today...” I croaked and she nodded knowingly.
“Still not heard a word?” She put the laundry down and placed herself beside me. All I could do was shake my head, fingering my greenstone you had given me for your last birthday. You liked to call this the “Hobbit-habit”, do you remember?
Deborah hugged me tight. “You should call him again.”
I looked up at her. “It’s no use, Deborah. He wouldn’t pick up...”
She thought about this for a moment before answering.
“Don’t try his cell...try his homephone this time.”
I knew she wouldn’t let go before I promised her to do so, so I did, she smiled and left.
For a long time I kept staring blankly at the phone placed in a corner of the room before picking it up. Even after all these months I remembered your number and my fingers had dialed it before I even knew what I was doing.
I wasn’t sure what to hope when I pressed the receiver to my ear. On the one hand, I wanted to hear your voice so badly, on the other the sheer thought of it scared the living senses out of me.
You didn’t pick up, your answeringmachine did.
I listened to your message and felt the tears coming back before putting the receiver down gently without leaving anything on the tape, Runrig’s “Forever Eyes Of Blue” playing in the background, but this time, it didn’t make me think of Elijah.

He took me out to the pub again that night. Somehow he had felt I needed some distraction and he even was so kind as to get drunk with me.
When we finally stumbled back into his guesthouse my mind was blurring and I had almost forgotten about the date.
Elijah did his best to get even the last thoughts of it out of my head when he slammed the front door shut and literally jumped at me, lips on mine, pulling me into a kiss more passionate than I had ever imagined.
Gently, he bit my neck, teeth scraping over bare skin, while unbuttoning my shirt. I felt the need growing inside me when he guided me to the couch, laid me down and placed himself above me. A soft moan escaped my lips when he lowered his hot and wet mouth down to my left nipple, circeling it slowly with the tip of his tongue before sucking it in, his hand travelling down my stomach to rest on my denim-covered crotch.

What was the date again? On which planet were we? What was my name? Did I even have one? Where and when did I lose my jeans?
I couldn’t have cared less.

I was close. Oh, so close. With Elijah’s head in my lap, biting, licking, sucking in just the right places, he had me moaning, whimpering, begging to finally go ahead and fuck me...and he did.
We had rolled onto the floor, I hastily helped him to get rid of his clothes while he was preparing me as fast as he could. The second he thrust into me I thought I could’ve died. His left hand stroking me in a painfully slow motion, driving me up, up into some state of bliss I had never reached with him before.
It was just a second, maybe even less, before he would have made me come when we froze.
There was a knock followed by a voice, muffled through the thick wood of our front door. We were staring at it in horror, not able to move when we heard it while the doorknob turned slowly.

“Dom? Elijah? Ye in there?”