What Did YOU Think It Meant?

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Author: la_gatita
Pairing: Billy/Dommie
Rating: PG-13, for major innuendo
Warning: None really
Summary: Mostly dialog, a little description at the beginning just to set the scene.
Author' Note: If you haven't already, you might want to read the prequel. Also, thank you hyacinth for reading this.
Feedback: I'd love to know what all of you think.



Billy was awake when Dom knocked on the door, but just barely. He was even aware that he was awake; he thought maybe he was just dreaming that the sunlight was coming in so beautifully through his yellow curtains.

Dom opened the door just a little and edged through the tiny crevice. He crept silently over to the bed gently placed his weight on the very edge. His hand elegantly floated to Billy's shoulder. Billy made a little "mmm" sound and rolled over. He was grinning and blinking heavily as he faced Dom.

"Good morning, Dommeh."

"Good Morning, Billy. I knocked you up again."

"No, I was already awake."

"I know, I meant last night."

"What are you talking about? And what is that smirk for?"

"You mean you don't remember last night?"

"Other than the part where you had me against the bathroom counter, no."

"Well that's what I meant."

"But you didn't wake me up, I'd been awake since that morning."

"You silly. I don't mean that kind of knocked up."

"Well what other kind is there?"

"Like the kind we were messing with Elijah's head with, remember?"

"You mean yesterday morning when he was being thick?"

"He wasn't being thick, just American."

"Well, what does it mean in America?"

"It means to get pregnant."

"Err.. whaaat? You mean Elijah thought that we had... done that with... all those peop.. wait, I said some things that would make that really seem off colour."

"Oh, you mean you weren't doing it on purpose?"

"No. Not only that, but you didn't knock me up, I'm not pregnant."

"Yeah, but close enough. If you were a girl..."

"I'm not a girl, Dom. How many times do I have to whip it out?"

"I don't know, I'm still not convinced."

"Oh, you are a naughty little man, get your hands out of my pyjama pants."

"..."

"Okay, maybe you don't need to get your hands out."