Just In Case II

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Title: Just In Case II (for lack of better title)
Author: thailainthesky
Rating: PG-13.
Pairing: Billy/Dom, Dom/girlfriend, girlfriend/other.
Summary: Dom plans a romantic meal.
Disclaimer: Its not true. But we can always pretend.
Beta: None. All mistakes are mine.
Feedback: Mmm pleasethankyou.
Author's notes: I'm still just getting back into the swing of things. This is kind of a sequel to Just In Case, but it is mainly based on what happens before it. Um... even I'm confused now. Hopefully it'll make sense if you read it. Lyrics taken from Yr Letter by Onelinedrawing.



I've read your letter, I've read it five times now, but I still don't get it. All this shit about memories, and you and me, and the way it used to be. And how you half regret it, and how it feels so good to get it off your chest. I wish I never read it. Makes me wish I was the one who left.

11:58pm.
He could hear the lyrics flood through from behind Dom's door. Billy could always tell what mood Dom was in according to what music he was listening to. And from what he could hear, Dom wasn't happy.

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10:30am.
Dom had called Billy, just to catch up. Billy could hear loud, bouncy music in the background, and so he knew that Dom was content. Mainly because of the girl that he had been seeing for the past two years. Sarah.

3:56pm.
Dom had gone shopping. He had bought flowers and a bottle of wine, as well as endless amounts of food and a cookbook. He decided that he'd make an effort for their two-year anniversary.

4:37pm.
He practically skipped to the house from his car, grinning the whole way there. He knew Sarah wouldn't be back for a couple of hours because she had called to say she was behind schedule at work and would be late. So he had the chance to make everything look all romantic.

4:40pm.
He managed to fumble around with the lock and finally get into the house. He dumped the shopping bags onto the counter and went to the fridge for a bottle of beer.

'Right,' he thought. 'Lets get cooking.'

4:49pm.
He hadn't noticed the familiar-looking coat that was hanging on the back of the chair. He hadn't noticed the two empty bottles of wine on the table in the dining room. Or the two empty glasses that had been knocked over. Or the clothes thrown carelessly onto the floor. He didn't notice the bra hanging off the stair banister.

4:52pm
He didn't notice any of those things until he heard a noise from upstairs. He could hear a woman laughing. And then he heard a guy laughing. And then before he could stop listening, he heard moaning. And bedsprings.

And the name of one of his best friends being called out by his girlfriend.

Part Three