Faking the Steps, 3/7

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Title: "Faking the Steps"
Author: jade__paper
Email: rice_kristi@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Pairing: BB/DM
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and mean no disrespect in writing this. <3
Author's notes: I still STILL need a title. Help! Also, please excuse any wrong terminology, feel free to correct; I'm not even 15 yet, and don't know these things. To those who have commented and prodded me on: when I posted my first fic just two days ago, I didn't expect to continue it, much less share it -- and, never in my wildest dreams did I think that people would actually want me to write more. Ever. In my head I'm still the seven-year-old poetry writer that never really believed in herself. Granted, that was only seven and a half years ago, but nonetheless. Thanks: thepurplehobbit trulyjewelz hobbits_r_cute irish_cocktail queenrayven silver1226



Dom woke up first.

It was early in the morning by most people's standards. There was light, but the kind of light that made you wonder. Dom couldn't figure out where it came from. You know the type, the light that comes before the sun rises and everything smells clean and dewy.

But Dom didn't have to roll down the window or open the door. He knew what morning light smelled like.

It smelled like mornings when he watched the sunrise because he thought that maybe they'd have an answer for him.

Like loving Billy and wanting Billy to love him back.

This could turn out to be one of those mornings.

Not waiting for Billy to rouse, he buckled both their seatbelts and put the car into gear. He wasn't sure which way they had come from, so he started to drive. He pulled out of the unpaved parking lot and headed to the right. The first sign he saw, he passed by too quickly, and muttered something about the sign being so far away from him. Dom realized he was driving on the left side of the road and corrected himself.

Billy was still out cold.

The second sign he passed told him he was headed toward Lake Tahoe. Dom didn't exactly know where that was, but he knew for sure that it wasn't in the vicinity of LA.

So then he turned around, past The Bar (The Bar Where Billy Danced With Dom) and into yet another stretch of lonely nothingness.

A few hours later, around midday, Billy slowly woke up, opening one eye and then the other. He didn't know where he was, and frankly, did not care. He fell back asleep, knowing that if anything happened to him, at least he'd have Dom nearby.

Dom studied rock formations a lot more than he should have. He thought about the lines in them, and concluded that if he were a rock, he'd know exactly when it was that he met Billy. He'd know exactly when he knew Billy was his best friend. He'd know exactly when he knew he'd fallen for him. And he'd know exactly when they had had their first dance.

A few hours more and Dom pulled into his garage. Billy calls it Dom's apartment. Even though it's a house. Dom never bothers to correct him, because every time Billy says apartment, Dom gets to hear him say two more syllables than if he did correct him. He suddenly debated carrying Billy in, but decided that carrying him wouldn't be immediately appreciated.

Dom doesn't know that Billy would love nothing more than to wake up in Dom's sheets.

So Dom sits in the car, not watching him sleep, but listening to him sleep, listening to him breathe in, and breathe out.

If he thinks and wishes hard enough, he can imagine that Billy's breathing for him.







Part Two ;; Part One ;; Prequel

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