Fic - Dreamscape - Billy/Dom - Chapters 1 - 4
Pairing - Billy/Dom, PG 13
Summary - Post LOTR
A fantastical account of how their relationship could have developed. Established relationship.
Disclaimer - wishful fiction - all of it. :)
"Dommie," Billy whispered lowly into the still darkness.
Furrowing his brows as he wiggled against the soft downy covers, he struggled to lift himself to his forearms and peer intently into the nearby darkness.
Frustrated, he tried again to free his hands and search for Dom. Billy had been so sure that Dom had been right beside him. Struggling now to remember his whereabouts Billy continued to push impatiently against the binding covers, but he seemed wound hopelessly to the very spot. Inhaling shakily, he tried again, "Dommie"...
Frustrated when no response was forthcoming he collapsed again into the seemingly empty bed. He knew now that he had been dreaming, but it still didn't explain why he was alone. Frowning slightly as he concentrated, he pursed his lips lightly together and tried to recount the last few hours. Last he could remember they were nearly in the middle of nowhere. Pushing anew against the maddening covers, Billy was startled by sudden movement as sure and familiar arms enfolded him and drew him from his hazy entrapment. As he snuggled against the one he had been searching for, he sighed with deep relief and closed his eyes once again. Fragments of consciousness still danced a bit out of reach in front of him, but now he could wait for reality to replace his dreams. His muscles remembered Dom's body, now close and available, and he needed only the warm, easy comfort of his skin against Dom's.
Dominic had been sleeping soundly when Billy's restlessness had awakened him. It was rare for Billy to move or toss about in his sleep. It was even more rare for him to talk or punch at the covers while he slept. A slight smile on his lips, Dom had continued to watch Billy fight with the bedding in the darkness for only a moment. He could see that Billy was still predominantly asleep, and becoming more confused as he struggled with the offending covers. Moving quickly from his side of the bed he drew Billy tightly to him and placed a soft, reassuring kiss to his sweaty temple. In a calm, low voice, Dom spoke soothingly against Billy's ear, "I'm here, right here, Billy. You just couldn't find me." He placed a second kiss for emphasis on Billy's neck as he drew him into a full body wrap. Holding him gently he waited patiently for Billy to reorient, and as Billy snuggled deeper against him, their bodies talking to each other, Dom knew that Billy now recognized him. Finding that familiar temple once again Dom placed four small kisses there in soft succession. "I'm here, Bills. I'm still right here", he repeated quietly.
Minutes passed as Dom massaged one thumb lightly back and forth across Billy's bicep. Billy had at last stopped moving, and Dom was sure he had gone back to sleep. Thoughtfully he continued to lay awake, Billy now motionless in his arms, as he considered the possible source of Billy's anxiety. Recently they had both been working long hours. Although a hard worker and ever mindful of his obligations, in Dom's opinion Billy often did push himself too hard. Everyone assumed that of the two of them, Dominic was the most driven in his career path. Only Dom knew that it was actually Billy who could push himself to the edge of exhaustion, and he made a careful mental note to discuss it all with him more fully tomorrow. As for this moment, however, Dom understood that it was his simple presence that Billy needed the most. Satisfied and calmed, Billy remained helpless, vulnerble, and sleeping contentedly in Dom's arms.
Peeking now at his sleeping form, and mindful not to awaken him, Dom placed a tender kiss on Billy's forehead. In doing so he was rewarded with Billy's own unique scent in his nostrils, and he chided himself for the way it aroused his senses and made him yearn to love him again and again. Even so he allowed one hand to fall lightly across Billy's back as he rubbed him tenderly in the way that he knew Billy loved. Drifting lower still he rested his hand on the gentle curve of a smooth, sturdy buttock.
"Damn, you're a pervert, Monaghan," he scolded himself, as a slow, contented smile spread across his face.
Chapter 2 carribbe.livejournal.com/1381.html