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ranora.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Oct. 22nd, 2003 06:13 pm)After a bit of discussion about this with my only rl friend who knows I write slash, I decided I couldn't just leave part 1 alone. Someone very sweetly pointed out that the end of Part 1 was rushed, and I totally agreed, therefore we get part 1B before we get part 2 which will be where Billy shows his total lack of a clue.
Liv's Quest (1B/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.. :)
Liv's Quest - 1B
I’m still fairly certain I did say yes to the eggs, but obviously Dom didn’t like my answer. After Dom set a very nice looking omelet in front of Liv, a bowl of porridge was set in front of me. I furrowed my brow and stared at my bowl.
“You didn’t want eggs,” Dom said with a shrug, heading back to the counter to retrieve his own plate.
“But I...” I started to protest as he sat next to me.
“Trust me, as the person who shares your bed, its 3:00 in the morning, you don’t want eggs. Eat the porridge, you like it,” he said with such conviction that I really didn’t want the eggs anymore. It never occurred to me at the time I should probably have been offended. Ok, so really, he had that I’m so sexy you forget your own name grin going on, that I’m looking you straight in the eye so you know if you eat that porridge you’ll get some later stare and his hand had found its way to my thigh. I didn’t stand a chance, but the porridge WAS really good.
“You two are so married,” Liv joked.
“Would if I could,” Dom said without taking his eyes off me.
I turned my attention to Liv before I did something very embarrassing, like spontaneously orgasm under the heat of Dominic’s stare.
“Speaking of married, you said Rock Star is plotting?” I asked after I cleared my throat.
“He’s hinted once or twice, and he has been having these secret phone chats with my Dad, he claims they’re trying to plan a golfing excursion. Golfing? How pathetic is that? He would’ve done better if he’d said they wanted to hit a couple of strip joints. Damn Dom, this is awesome. Wow,” she reminded me vaguely of Elijah when given caffeine combined with Sean when he was packing in the donuts to keep on Sam weight. I
I stared at her for a minute, before Dom rescued me.
“Livvie, you’re really spooked, aren’t you?” he asked gently.
“Oh what would’ve given you that impression Dom? The fact that I’m eating like a heifer, I’ve cried all over your house, I’ve threatened your boyfriend, or that I’m in Scotland in the middle of the night, because my conversation with Viggo was useless. Totally useless,” she was starting to get excited again and the vision of her strangling me with her bare hands came flashing back to me, I knew I had to diffuse the situation.
“You went to Viggo?” I asked.
“He traumatized me Billy, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mention it ever again. He’s sick and twisted and if he thought he was being funny, I’ll never forgive him. I went to him because he’s the poet, the artist, I expected sonatas, haiku, paintings, photographs, you know what I got? A short list of Orlando’s ultra-kinky exploits. I asked for romance and I got porn. Granted, you’ve given me violence but at least yours was romantic violence, Dominic defending the man he loved,” every statement was emphasized by a wave of her fork, but her point was made. Viggo had screwed up and now it was up to us to fix it. That poor girl, its a wonder she got married at all.
“Well, uhh… we all show our affection in different ways. Orlando’s just a very sexual being.” I tried in vain.
“When asked, how did you know Orlando loved you, Viggo answered and I quote ‘he wrote it all over himself with body paint and handcuffed himself to my kitchen island refusing to tell me where the key was until I licked it all off. How he wrote it so perfectly in the crack of his ass, I still don’t know.’” she mimicked, slamming her fork down on the table.
“A creative, sexual being?” I suggested with a grin.
“There are things I just don’t need to know, ok?” she said, a small smile reaching her eyes, even though she still frowned.
“That’s why I was trying to not tell you the whole Orlando story,” I said with a sigh.
“Ahh! Back to the point, finally!” she cried out.
“Ok, ask away Livvie, what more do you wanna know?” I said, digging into my porridge.
“Ok, how’d you keep Dominic from not showing up at the Helms Deep shoot and bludgeoning Orli with his bow?”
“I didn’t tell him it was Orlando, I obviously couldn’t tell him it was nothing, but I refused to give him a name to go with the bruises. I knew Dommie loved Orlando like a brother, if I had told him and then gave him a month to slow burn, it would’ve been a worse mess than it was at the pub.” I explained.
“Didn’t you try to get him to tell you? Didn’t you want to make it stop? Didn’t you cry? I would’ve been trying to call a rape crisis center or something,” she demanded of Dom.
“He tried Livvie, don’t be upset with Dom. But we aren’t girls, we don’t immediately run for help, we’re stubborn and work things out ourselves, Dom did everything I needed that night. He asked if I’d talk about it and I said no, so he just came in there and fixed me up. He didn’t linger or stare, because I’m telling you if I had seen an ounce of pity in his eyes, I would’ve clocked him one. It was a stupid mistake and mostly mine. I was the experienced one, not Orlando, I lost control of the situation. Dom was perfect, he got me cleaned up and ordered me Thai food and we had about a case of beer before we passed out on my sofa watching cartoons.” I smiled at the memory.
She turned to Dom, “How’d you figure it out? Because honestly, none of us would’ve ever thought there was anything between Orlando and Billy, even without the youandBilly rumors.”
“He just looked guilty when he came into the pub, and he smelled of fear. But, really it was Bill. He was a nervous wreck all night, he kept shredding the bar napkins and he musta pissed twelve times in the first hour we were there. When Orlando came in, it was like a punch in the gut. Billy missed an easy shot at the six ball and I just snapped,” he said, his eyes getting darker as he spoke.
“And I swooned over my hero and fell in love,” I said in a teasing voice, but it’s the truth.
“Oh don’t go telling the girl lies. It was no fairytale, you didn’t talk to me for 2 straight days,” he said, lightly punching my arm.
“I did so, I brought you home and even put band-aids on your boo-boos!” I protested.
“Silently brooding the entire time, you didn’t talk. I thought you hated me, it wasn’t until Elijah showed up at feet that Monday with the red-cape and felt cut-out S, that you even looked at me,” he argued.
“Ah, well yeah. I was angsting over falling in love with my best friend and didn’t know what the hell to do, sorry bout that.” I said, embarrassed by my own stupidity.
“You seriously didn’t know that he was in love with you too? I mean, really Bills, we all saw it,” Liv asked, making me feel even more idiotic.
“I thought he was being a good friend, that’s what I loved most about him, no matter what it is, he’ll do it for a friend. He put me together week after week and never once did he try anything that’d make me think he wanted something in return. How was I to know?”
“But the way you two were always touching, flirting, talking in your own little language, you didn’t feel that?” she really must think us both idiots, wait until she hears all the real hardcore flirting that I missed.
“No, honestly, it just felt, right. Normal. I never noticed that he wasn’t quite that touchy with the others, that I was the only one who ever got to see him sit still, that the others didn’t know how I took my coffee, or what time of day I switched to decaf. So we even had our own little terms for things that just happened naturally, it happened with Sean and Elijah too, they had stuff that happened on their shoots that neither of us will ever know. I did notice that he was never turned below Dom decibel 5 around them, and I had the privilege of a 1 when we were alone, that when the homesickness was the worst, it was my doorbell that rang in the middle of the night, that he never told the others the hard parts about moving around so much as a kid, or about having to leave his first boyfriend only a week after his first kiss because of his father’s career. I knew when he was short tempered in the morning, I always got the first apology, even if the others didn’t understand what he’d said to me. But, like I said, it was just us, its how best mates are. I was more me when it was just us too.”
She looked like she was going to cry again, Dom piped up before she could.
“Ok Bills, now tell her about the stupid shit before you get an award for Boyfriend of the Year because you always wax poetic at 3:30 in the morning,” he said with a smile and a squeeze to my knee.
Liv's Quest (1B/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.. :)
Liv's Quest - 1B
I’m still fairly certain I did say yes to the eggs, but obviously Dom didn’t like my answer. After Dom set a very nice looking omelet in front of Liv, a bowl of porridge was set in front of me. I furrowed my brow and stared at my bowl.
“You didn’t want eggs,” Dom said with a shrug, heading back to the counter to retrieve his own plate.
“But I...” I started to protest as he sat next to me.
“Trust me, as the person who shares your bed, its 3:00 in the morning, you don’t want eggs. Eat the porridge, you like it,” he said with such conviction that I really didn’t want the eggs anymore. It never occurred to me at the time I should probably have been offended. Ok, so really, he had that I’m so sexy you forget your own name grin going on, that I’m looking you straight in the eye so you know if you eat that porridge you’ll get some later stare and his hand had found its way to my thigh. I didn’t stand a chance, but the porridge WAS really good.
“You two are so married,” Liv joked.
“Would if I could,” Dom said without taking his eyes off me.
I turned my attention to Liv before I did something very embarrassing, like spontaneously orgasm under the heat of Dominic’s stare.
“Speaking of married, you said Rock Star is plotting?” I asked after I cleared my throat.
“He’s hinted once or twice, and he has been having these secret phone chats with my Dad, he claims they’re trying to plan a golfing excursion. Golfing? How pathetic is that? He would’ve done better if he’d said they wanted to hit a couple of strip joints. Damn Dom, this is awesome. Wow,” she reminded me vaguely of Elijah when given caffeine combined with Sean when he was packing in the donuts to keep on Sam weight. I
I stared at her for a minute, before Dom rescued me.
“Livvie, you’re really spooked, aren’t you?” he asked gently.
“Oh what would’ve given you that impression Dom? The fact that I’m eating like a heifer, I’ve cried all over your house, I’ve threatened your boyfriend, or that I’m in Scotland in the middle of the night, because my conversation with Viggo was useless. Totally useless,” she was starting to get excited again and the vision of her strangling me with her bare hands came flashing back to me, I knew I had to diffuse the situation.
“You went to Viggo?” I asked.
“He traumatized me Billy, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mention it ever again. He’s sick and twisted and if he thought he was being funny, I’ll never forgive him. I went to him because he’s the poet, the artist, I expected sonatas, haiku, paintings, photographs, you know what I got? A short list of Orlando’s ultra-kinky exploits. I asked for romance and I got porn. Granted, you’ve given me violence but at least yours was romantic violence, Dominic defending the man he loved,” every statement was emphasized by a wave of her fork, but her point was made. Viggo had screwed up and now it was up to us to fix it. That poor girl, its a wonder she got married at all.
“Well, uhh… we all show our affection in different ways. Orlando’s just a very sexual being.” I tried in vain.
“When asked, how did you know Orlando loved you, Viggo answered and I quote ‘he wrote it all over himself with body paint and handcuffed himself to my kitchen island refusing to tell me where the key was until I licked it all off. How he wrote it so perfectly in the crack of his ass, I still don’t know.’” she mimicked, slamming her fork down on the table.
“A creative, sexual being?” I suggested with a grin.
“There are things I just don’t need to know, ok?” she said, a small smile reaching her eyes, even though she still frowned.
“That’s why I was trying to not tell you the whole Orlando story,” I said with a sigh.
“Ahh! Back to the point, finally!” she cried out.
“Ok, ask away Livvie, what more do you wanna know?” I said, digging into my porridge.
“Ok, how’d you keep Dominic from not showing up at the Helms Deep shoot and bludgeoning Orli with his bow?”
“I didn’t tell him it was Orlando, I obviously couldn’t tell him it was nothing, but I refused to give him a name to go with the bruises. I knew Dommie loved Orlando like a brother, if I had told him and then gave him a month to slow burn, it would’ve been a worse mess than it was at the pub.” I explained.
“Didn’t you try to get him to tell you? Didn’t you want to make it stop? Didn’t you cry? I would’ve been trying to call a rape crisis center or something,” she demanded of Dom.
“He tried Livvie, don’t be upset with Dom. But we aren’t girls, we don’t immediately run for help, we’re stubborn and work things out ourselves, Dom did everything I needed that night. He asked if I’d talk about it and I said no, so he just came in there and fixed me up. He didn’t linger or stare, because I’m telling you if I had seen an ounce of pity in his eyes, I would’ve clocked him one. It was a stupid mistake and mostly mine. I was the experienced one, not Orlando, I lost control of the situation. Dom was perfect, he got me cleaned up and ordered me Thai food and we had about a case of beer before we passed out on my sofa watching cartoons.” I smiled at the memory.
She turned to Dom, “How’d you figure it out? Because honestly, none of us would’ve ever thought there was anything between Orlando and Billy, even without the youandBilly rumors.”
“He just looked guilty when he came into the pub, and he smelled of fear. But, really it was Bill. He was a nervous wreck all night, he kept shredding the bar napkins and he musta pissed twelve times in the first hour we were there. When Orlando came in, it was like a punch in the gut. Billy missed an easy shot at the six ball and I just snapped,” he said, his eyes getting darker as he spoke.
“And I swooned over my hero and fell in love,” I said in a teasing voice, but it’s the truth.
“Oh don’t go telling the girl lies. It was no fairytale, you didn’t talk to me for 2 straight days,” he said, lightly punching my arm.
“I did so, I brought you home and even put band-aids on your boo-boos!” I protested.
“Silently brooding the entire time, you didn’t talk. I thought you hated me, it wasn’t until Elijah showed up at feet that Monday with the red-cape and felt cut-out S, that you even looked at me,” he argued.
“Ah, well yeah. I was angsting over falling in love with my best friend and didn’t know what the hell to do, sorry bout that.” I said, embarrassed by my own stupidity.
“You seriously didn’t know that he was in love with you too? I mean, really Bills, we all saw it,” Liv asked, making me feel even more idiotic.
“I thought he was being a good friend, that’s what I loved most about him, no matter what it is, he’ll do it for a friend. He put me together week after week and never once did he try anything that’d make me think he wanted something in return. How was I to know?”
“But the way you two were always touching, flirting, talking in your own little language, you didn’t feel that?” she really must think us both idiots, wait until she hears all the real hardcore flirting that I missed.
“No, honestly, it just felt, right. Normal. I never noticed that he wasn’t quite that touchy with the others, that I was the only one who ever got to see him sit still, that the others didn’t know how I took my coffee, or what time of day I switched to decaf. So we even had our own little terms for things that just happened naturally, it happened with Sean and Elijah too, they had stuff that happened on their shoots that neither of us will ever know. I did notice that he was never turned below Dom decibel 5 around them, and I had the privilege of a 1 when we were alone, that when the homesickness was the worst, it was my doorbell that rang in the middle of the night, that he never told the others the hard parts about moving around so much as a kid, or about having to leave his first boyfriend only a week after his first kiss because of his father’s career. I knew when he was short tempered in the morning, I always got the first apology, even if the others didn’t understand what he’d said to me. But, like I said, it was just us, its how best mates are. I was more me when it was just us too.”
She looked like she was going to cry again, Dom piped up before she could.
“Ok Bills, now tell her about the stupid shit before you get an award for Boyfriend of the Year because you always wax poetic at 3:30 in the morning,” he said with a smile and a squeeze to my knee.
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“You two are so married,” Liv joked.
“Would if I could,” Dom said without taking his eyes off me.
*melts*
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schmoopy!Billy couldn't have all the fun, schmoopy!Dom had to have his say too. :) :)
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You rock my socks!
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I did notice that he was never turned below Dom decibel 5 around them, and I had the privilege of a 1 when we were alone,
"Dom decibel 5" cracked me up...seems perfectly believeable.
...that when the homesickness was the worst, it was my doorbell that rang in the middle of the night,...or about having to leave his first boyfriend only a week after his first kiss because of his father’s career.
Pure fiction but what deliciously written fiction.
Keep going gf...I love the attention to details, thats what makes this fic so fun to read.
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I had to write the Dom decibel 5, because when I met him, that was truly the first impression I got of him, he vibrated, nobody can be that on all the time!
I'm working on Part 2 today!
*hugs*
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“You didn’t want eggs,” Dom said with a shrug, heading back to the counter to retrieve his own plate.
“But I...” I started to protest as he sat next to me.
“Trust me, as the person who shares your bed, its 3:00 in the morning, you don’t want eggs. Eat the porridge, you like it,” he said with such conviction that I really didn’t want the eggs anymore. It never occurred to me at the time I should probably have been offended. Ok, so really, he had that I’m so sexy you forget your own name grin going on, that I’m looking you straight in the eye so you know if you eat that porridge you’ll get some later stare and his hand had found its way to my thigh.
*giggles* hehe It's the speech that makes me laugh, but as for the description of Dom's grin... :-D Nice!
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Mah. Love your fic.
He was a nervous wreck all night, he kept shredding the bar napkins and he musta pissed twelve times in the first hour we were there.
Somehow this line keeps making me laugh. *weird*
“When asked, how did you know Orlando loved you, Viggo answered and I quote ‘he wrote it all over himself with body paint and handcuffed himself to my kitchen island refusing to tell me where the key was until I licked it all off. How he wrote it so perfectly in the crack of his ass, I still don’t know.’” she mimicked, slamming her fork down on the table.
*very amuzed*
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