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sheselectric.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Sep. 30th, 2003 12:36 am)Title: Lists
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: G, so very G. Wah.
Author: sheselectric@livejournal.com
Summary: Dom doesn't like to make lists.
Disclaimer: Some of it happened. Some of it didn't. You pick. I dont own them either, cuz if I did they'd be living in my closet.
Notes: First ever attempt at Dom/Billy. It's borning. No smut, haven't advanced that far into it yet. Comments are mucho appericated. ^_^ It's short too.
Dom never liked lists. He thought they were stupid and not worth following. Anytime he'd make a list about anything he'd end up breaking it. Or losing it somewhere or even disregarding it into the waste bin. When the interviewer asked Dom to make a list about the things he liked about Billy, he didn't want to. He could never mange to put everything in a list. And cue Billy to make it an odd number like 17. And cue the reporter to remind him it was longer then that, 18. So Dom sat there and thought of the 18 things he liked about Billy, as he stood behind him giggling and laughing and occasionally adding a huff here or there. He had to think of what makes Billy so different from the normalness of his life.
Dom tried to remember what life was like before he met Billy. Who he hung out with before there was Billy to see every day and Elijah and Orli too. Before there were Hobbit feet to put on every morning and a surf board in his hand every spare minute. Before he had someone to watch movies with and shop with.
Dom tried to remember what beautiful was before Billy. What he thought someone's eyes should look like and what their arms should feel like. He tried to remember the taste of someone else's lips on his and their hands gracing his own skin. Before he had someone to crawl into bed next to when it was dark outside and nothing but cold outside the covers.
Billy gave him something in this life, he realized this as he rambled off answers about movies and surfing. Before Billy he had an existence but it was missing something to make lists about. He was missing someone to love.
Much later as Dom laid in bed next to Billy he grinned broadly.
"Number 19."
"'S'xuse me?" Billy said rolling to his side to look at Dom's face.
"The list. I forgot number 19."
"Yeah?"
"The way you love me."
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: G, so very G. Wah.
Author: sheselectric@livejournal.com
Summary: Dom doesn't like to make lists.
Disclaimer: Some of it happened. Some of it didn't. You pick. I dont own them either, cuz if I did they'd be living in my closet.
Notes: First ever attempt at Dom/Billy. It's borning. No smut, haven't advanced that far into it yet. Comments are mucho appericated. ^_^ It's short too.
Dom never liked lists. He thought they were stupid and not worth following. Anytime he'd make a list about anything he'd end up breaking it. Or losing it somewhere or even disregarding it into the waste bin. When the interviewer asked Dom to make a list about the things he liked about Billy, he didn't want to. He could never mange to put everything in a list. And cue Billy to make it an odd number like 17. And cue the reporter to remind him it was longer then that, 18. So Dom sat there and thought of the 18 things he liked about Billy, as he stood behind him giggling and laughing and occasionally adding a huff here or there. He had to think of what makes Billy so different from the normalness of his life.
Dom tried to remember what life was like before he met Billy. Who he hung out with before there was Billy to see every day and Elijah and Orli too. Before there were Hobbit feet to put on every morning and a surf board in his hand every spare minute. Before he had someone to watch movies with and shop with.
Dom tried to remember what beautiful was before Billy. What he thought someone's eyes should look like and what their arms should feel like. He tried to remember the taste of someone else's lips on his and their hands gracing his own skin. Before he had someone to crawl into bed next to when it was dark outside and nothing but cold outside the covers.
Billy gave him something in this life, he realized this as he rambled off answers about movies and surfing. Before Billy he had an existence but it was missing something to make lists about. He was missing someone to love.
Much later as Dom laid in bed next to Billy he grinned broadly.
"Number 19."
"'S'xuse me?" Billy said rolling to his side to look at Dom's face.
"The list. I forgot number 19."
"Yeah?"
"The way you love me."
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