The words his body whispers

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Title: The words his body whispers
Author: light_the_sky76 (formerly known as eleanor_76)
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: 1 F word, so...PG?
Disclaimer: All made up
Summary: Dom is praying for rain. Unrestrained fluff.
Feedback: Pretty please. I'm not sure this has worked the way I wanted it to so feedback would be appreciated.
I've decided to celebrate payday, that it's the weekend and that I've just changed my username by posting *g*




Stretched out in the shade of the tree in the back garden, sunglasses firmly in place, Dom lounged. Lazy and languid as a cat that had not only got the cream, but had devoured it and then been granted a second helping.

Billy watched him from the kitchen doorway, hiding from the humidity.

“If there’s a thunder storm” Dom said from behind his shades, “I swear I’m going to come out here and let the rain wash this day off me.”

“And get struck by lightening.”

Dom looked over the top of his glasses, eyebrow cocked. “It’ll be worth the risk, don’t you think?”

It would actually, Billy considered. It was hot. Too hot. Fucking hot. Billy was Scottish, wasn’t built for this kind of weather. It’s not that Scotland doesn’t have it’s fair share of sunny days, but there was never humidity like this. Oppressive heat that pressed down on him and caused even the simplest of actions to make him sweaty and exhausted. This he wasn’t used to.

Dom was eventually driven inside by the sun and sat brooding on the sofa, staring out the window at the clouds that he seemed to be trying to make gather and darken by will.

At the first faint rumble of thunder Dom’s ears pricked up and by the second he had bounded to the window, thrown it open and thrust his head outside, straining for the first drop of rain.

The room glowed with a flash of lightening and Dom was outside, beaming with excitement, welcoming the storm.

The rain fell in large heavy drops, bouncing off the leaves of the tree and pattering on the roof, and Dom was soaked in moments.

“Bill!” He called, “Bill, c’mon. It’s fantastic!” His laugh was lost in a rumble of thunder.

The sky was dark like a bruise, blue and purple and black, Billy watched the lightening illuminate the garden, throwing shadows of the flowers across the lawn, he watched the grass and leaves of the tree glint and shine, but mostly he watched Dom.

Dom arms were thrown wide and his face turned, eyes closed, to the sky as he let the rain wash over him. His hair was flat against his head and water dripped from his jaw and nose; and he was shining with glee.

Dom’s body has never been just a vessel he’s used to take him from A to B, his body is the physical presence of Dom from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes. His body expresses the way he feels, every emotion there to see in the slope of his shoulders and the arch of his neck. Billy can tell how Dom is feeling by the way his fingers curl around a mug or fasten his wrists cuffs.

His pleasure was palpable, it was written on his skin and it called to Billy

“C’mon Bills.”

Billy hesitated in the doorway, but only for a moment. Then he stepped out into the rain. He was drenched instantly, and in that instant the mugginess that had been weighing down on him was gone. The garden smelt fresh and sweet and Billy fancied that he could feel the earth breathing deeply of the clear air.

“Billy!” Dom crowed, delighted. He held his arms out and in the three steps it took to reach Dom’s embrace Billy knew three things with perfect clarity. That being with Dom lets him experience the world in new ways, ways only Dom could bring him – alone he would have stayed inside and watched the storm from the other side of the glass and he would never have felt the cool rain on his skin or each rumble of thunder inside his bones, that he loved Dom, so very much, and that there was no other way for it to be, there was only him and Dom, for the rest of his days.

Dom hugged Billy to him, his wet hands curling around Billy’s wet waist. “What a wonderful feeling, I’m happy again,” he quoted, “and see, we haven’t been hit by lightening.”

Billy, inclined to disagree, leaned forward and touched his lips to Dom’s, tasting salt and sweetness.

Dom’s lips smile against his and returned the kiss, pressing against Billy chest to chest and hip to hip.

Dom’s body, in it’s way, told Billy of Dom’s joy and love for him, with his kiss in words that are beautiful and complicated. Billy replied, wanting his hands and his lips and the beat of his heart where it thumps against Dom’s chest to sing those words back.


The storm goes on, clearing the air, refreshing and quenching the thirsty earth paying no heed to the two men kissing, so utterly in love, in the small garden beside the apple tree.