thats MAJOR drabble to you...

[maidenvixen.livejournal.com]

This is a drabble written because its raining and i wish it wasn't. For once.
It'll probably turn into something one day so:
Author:me:)maidenvixen
Pairing:Billeh/Dom
Rating:eh, PG-13ish
Disclaimer: its all lies dammit :(
Summary: such a big drabble its almost a fic.. 'ell it probably is ;)

The beautiful thing about the morning light was the chord of feelings it struck in Dominic. He loved the obvious feelings like the warmth of the sun as it danced across the flesh of his rising and falling chest. The fact that it brought with it the sight of day. The ability to see clearly and with clarity the beauty of this world that he was proud to call home.
But what Dom loved best were the feelings one thought twice about when the morning entered the room. Like the heartache of the light bouncing off the rumples of his white sheets, lying empty beside him. Or the contentment that came with knowing that with a simple lift of his head and the utterance of a single syllable that bouncing light could be stroking another chest and no longer a lone half of the bed.
He loved the way the morning light sounded. A weird idea, no doubt, but to him the morning sounded of Billy's shower. And to wake up to anything but, would be a nightmare and could only mark a lonely day. He loved the joy of lying in the sunlight, hearing the drops cascade, feeling the rays heat and knowing that soon an absolute array of smells could ensue.
There was the possibility of coffee and all things delicious from the wonderful breakfast chef that was Billy. Cloaked in no more than an apron, which, to Dom's constant delight, was only a small towel.
There was the possibility of sweat. That slick smell that came with morning sex. Billy knew Dom loved him as he dripped from the shower, and should he this morning not dress in the bathroom... Dominic knew his feelings were catching.
There was the possibility of apples. Billy’s shampoo in fact. Dom ached for the moment when Billy would wrestle him out of bed, as he was showered and dressed so should Dom be of course. And in the throws of the fight Dom would be able to smell the shampoo that Billy caressed into his roots and massaged so thoroughly into his hair, the smell of apples.
Each possibility was no less desired than the other but what Dom loved most was the fact that in the morning it was Billy's choice. Billy had complete control as to what smell he would be gifted and to what emotion would ensue. Knowing this always pleased Dom, more than any emotion the sunlight could bestow, more than any feeling the morning delivered. Pleasing Billy, that was what made him want to wake up each morning and in his heart there was no worthier cause.

Comments

[sparklytiara.livejournal.com]

*giggles* Aww...s'happy. *would like to wake up to a Billy-in-the-shower* *ahem* I like this. It evokes much happiness. :D