...They can't have you anymore tonight. I claimed you first.
Continues from here.
Dom: *I shatter, and grip him to me with all of my strength. The first appearance of that heat; I don't want to lose any of it, so I push myself onto him until he's rippling down my throat, release pouring into me with hardly the need of a swallow. But I swallow anyway, guiding his orgasm as it pulses against my tongue which slides quickly under him with desperate elation. My length is so stiff, I think I might release from this very moment. He's so hot and full, enraptured by this instant of satisfaction, all of his being shuddering through his length. And his cries... Oh, his cries of my name echoing on the walls and the ceiling... I never knew how I missed those cries until now; now that they're wrapping around me like hands. Like his hand on the back of my head, so trapped in its gripping sensation that it can't relax. And if anything...I wish I could see his face, brilliant with the discovery of this feeling. Oh, Billy, you beautiful, sexy, incredible lover... You've done it, love; you've officially made me the horniest man alive... I suck hard on his length even as it slackens, hardly caring to understand his softening muscles, what it means by the dissipation of his cries. I can only feel the beating between my legs to have him now; now that I've spent him. I want him so badly, the tickling feeling is already present at my tip, and I think that I might burst if I so much as move. But I move. My lips slide firmly down his length, and it comes limply from my mouth, and I don't mind. I turn my lips to his skin and kiss hard, opening my mouth near his warm, sweat-touched hairs, moving my tongue and lips over him as I follow that trail to his belly. I lap gently, that salty wetness waiting just under the waist of his kilt where my tongue darts in and tastes him.* Mmmm... *My breath sighs hot onto his skin and I slide my hands up his slick bum, onto his hips, gripping him and making a move to stand. But I wobble, not realising the force of gravity. My legs straighten stiffly and the cloth of his kilt slips off of the dampness of my hair, everything suddenly bright as I move up from the shadow and find my balance. I stand before him, still shaking, holding to him for support, focusing his beautiful, sweat-covered face into my gaze. And when I finally see him, I can only wait a moment before driving into my lips into his, kissing him so desperately that the sensation of my release becomes gravely imminent. I stiffen and release a long moan onto his mouth.*
Billy: *I’m woozy, swaying even as I grip onto him tightly, my mouth relearning his taste with a dash of my own release on his tongue. It’s a good taste, a beautiful, intoxicating taste, and even as I’m catching my breath, my heart still beating a mile a minute, I slide my thigh between his legs and press up, arching against him and giving friction to the heat settled there between his legs. I want to feel that. I want to feel it in my core. I want to hear every noise that he makes and know they’re for me. He’s already given me so much; now I want to return the favour, more than I’ve ever wanted anything. My tongue battles intensely with his as I push him back towards the bed, hands grappling at the slick skin of his back.*
Dom: *Oh-... As though the sound is coming from my lips it swirls in my mind, taken by such sweet and frantic surprise when he pulls into me. And he's kissing me. His tongue pushes possessively through my lips and delivers its rough caresses, my heart feeling an explosion of thrill when his taste spills into mine, mixing with the thick taste of his release still coating my mouth. He moves me toward the bed and I quickly grasp onto his body, afraid to fall. Then I stiffen, feeling his leg rise into my need as he steps forward, pressing firmly, rubbing just enough on that tender spot. I moan, gripping him even tighter as we move, following obediently in the direction he chooses. Oh, I'm so stunned and helpless in my arousal... so needy and in love with his lips, his tongue, his sweat... I'm blind to everything but him. And in my blindness, I don't expect the edge of the mattress to catch me behind the knees, so I gasp out from his mouth, falling back onto the bed and landing with a racing heart.*
Billy: *I am tempted to hold him and catch him before he falls, simply because he feels so good against my half-naked body and even a split second seems to long to be away from him, but instead I let him fall, crawling on top of his body a moment later, rocking down against his hips as I straddle his waist. I bend to take his face in my hands, kissing him deeply as I continue to rub against him.* Make love to me, please Dommie, hmm? *I breathe in between long, spacious kisses.* I want to make you feel so good... I need you to make love to me. *I realize how true it is, that I really do need to feel him inside me. I can almost feel him inside me already, a ghost of a memory from a few days before, and I need to intensify that feeling, hold onto it and never let it slip away.*
Dom: *My fingers grind into the duvet, stiff beneath him, shivering as he rubs against my body without ceasing. My throat is dry, his words like a long stroke to my need. They repeat five hundred times in my head until I go vacant, completely rigid, and it grips me with sudden reality. I'm going to come... One whimper on his lips, and my heart is convulsing with panic. I'm going to come... My body arches, straining against this inevitable breaching, grasping out into the duvet. I'm going to come. I'm going to come. I begin to pant on his lips, terrorized by the thought of the tiniest slip that will send me into oblivion. My hands tear from the bed to his body, anchoring myself to him, gripping into his back as he sends his hips down onto my waist and sets my need on fire. I arch toward the ceiling with a sob. My fingernails dig into his skin. Ohhh Billy... I cry out and heave my weight from under him, rolling him onto the bed beside me and following into his arms. I kiss him desperately, covering him with my weight, not wanting to let go even as I lean back between his legs, kneeling where his kilt has risen to expose that place for me that I need so much. I move close, hands sliding under him, lifting, and pressing forward. Oh-... I go rigid. Trembling, breathless, my arms suddenly drop to brace myself against the bed, still holding him with my hips as my length slides in. I've found him... Ohh Billy... I gasp and push hard until he's all around me, sinking slowly to my hilt, feeling a smile part on my lips.*
Billy: *I cry out, fingertips and fingernails digging deeply into Dom’s back as I try to relax, breathing heavily as my back arches obscenely. After a moment I exhale, legs sliding up around his waist and tightening around his back. I nod, leaning up to press my lips tenderly to his again. There it is, that feeling of utter completeness, the feeling that should never rightly leave me and maybe, just maybe someday I’ll figure out how to make it stick. But until then, I have no problem letting him make love to me at every chance possible.* Please... *I whimper, tightening my legs further, heels digging into his lower back. I nuzzle against his face, not sure when this turned from passion and urgency to tenderness, but I’m not complaining.*
Dom: *I close my eyes lightly, feeling his skin brush mine beautifully, and I nuzzle him back, holding just for a few more moments - just a little while longer to love my Billy before I lose all of my thought. I breathe heavily, his exhalations coming in reply, the only sounds in the entire room, our own private conversation of nothing but utter adoration. We're complete. We've made it. This is the place we've been looking for, for days now we've been looking, since the last time we were connected like this. An eternity of two days ago. I lean down and press my lips to his and don't move away. I stop everything for this moment. I want him to close his eyes and focus on our touch. Focus on me... My muscles tighten and I arch, beginning to pull out. But the friction runs against my length and that imminence springs back, scratching at my tip to slip out. I shake, breaking from Billy's lips with a gasp and a groan, knowing I have only a matter of moments to relish the inside of him. Sweat forms on my brow as I hold off my own release, still moving out stiffly, and then back in, chest tightening without breath. I never want this to end... Please, don't end...* Billy-...
Billy: *My eyes squeeze shut tightly for a long moment as I choke out something resembling a sob, my entire body tightening in pleasure around Dom. I force my eyes open to meet his, because if I don’t look at him I think I’ll explode. My chest heaves as I rock up slowly, feeling him slide that minute bit inside of me, making me shudder deliciously. I fight to keep my eyes open, resolving to not look away from him at all.* Dom... *I whisper, needing to hear his name resounding in the room.* Dom... Dom... Dom...
Dom: *Billy, don't- Don't say my name, I want to tell him. But I can't. I can't possibly. I love hearing him say my name... My gaze is endlessly his, locked on the sight of his two green eyes; the sight makes me fall in love. I love him so much. I hold my breath again and arch, holding the bed beside him, watching him only as I pull out. He curls, reaching around me with tightened hands and holds his breath, too. And it occurs to me that he might be helping me, hanging on to this last moment with me. Staying with me. And we're both praying in our hearts that this will last, as long as we don't take those fatal breaths. But what he doesn't realise is...he can't possibly prevent himself from looking this beautiful. The friction grabs hold of me again and pulls. The shooting pleasures of my arousal pass the point of subsiding, twisting and stroking within my length, crouching at the floodgates and waiting edgily for the right time. My heart lurches sweetly and I feel a cry form inside of me, but it stops at my lips and doesn't come out. It doesn't come out until I've made it gentle; a reply for him.* Billy...
Billy: *It’s hard to hear him speak and not break apart, to not feel my heart and soul twist and tangle around his as he exhales my name, accompanying a wave of pleasure as he slips sweetly into me again. My mouth moves wordlessly with breaths, past the point of speaking now. I don’t have anything to say that my body’s not already expressing a thousand times better than words could ever, anyway. I breathe in on a soft cry, eyes locked intensely on his in order to feel this resonate through my whole body, carried on every sense including that one that no name can ever be assigned to. I want to carry this feeling with me forever, until I’ve forgotten what anything else in the world feels like. Nothing else is more vital than this. And no one else could make me feel like this besides my own, beautiful Dom.*
Dom: *He breathes, and I slide deep inside of him, his body accepting me without question, his wonderful heart loving me so much that I can feel it pass over me when I enter him. It holds gently and squeezes just perfectly, all of the places I love to feel squeezed; his body is the only one gentle enough to know me this way. The only one I've found. His velvet inside passes over me tightly and he holds me close, looking deeply in my eyes, knowing every tightness and roughness and smoothness that I do. He can feel it; he takes my motion and makes it even better. He's looking through my eyes to my thoughts and seeing how I want it to be, and he's moving delicately to the pattern I most love. Slowly, his legs pull me close and beckon me further in. He wants me inside of him. Which I can't understand... Oh my Billy... My eyes tempt to close, but I don't allow them, even as I hear his soft cry and lose all tension in my chest with a sigh. The sigh returns as a gasp. A gasp that slowly fits the shape of a moan that grows in me, my length stopping bluntly inside of him, tiny circles swivelling at my tip and then up the extent of my arousal with a soft push. I stiffen, waiting for that subtle sway of my need, feeling it tilt sensuously over the brink, and then allow it to come. Everything turns into heat and pulses of pleasure, and I hold Billy's gaze solely, watching his beauty shift like colours in light. My heart swells incredibly, a sensation that I've never felt before in an instance like this, and my passion softly slides from my body, muscles shuddering and length caressed by my orgasm in the sudden burst of my release. My lips part around the pieces of my moan, wishing I could say his name. I want to be able to describe what this is. Oh Billy, I love you... I shudder and feel sobs in my heart.*
Billy: *I don’t know how to fully express this gratification, this pure feeling of melding as he spills warmly inside of me. I do my best, however, gasping as my body twists up to meet his, fingers pressing tightly into his back as if they’re fighting to join his skin, to literally become one, attached in every way. I let out a soft whimper as we both settle down to the mattress again, prising my hands from his back to scale up to his cheeks, cupping his face in my hands as I press my forehead to his, shuddering breath mingling with shuddering breath.* I do love you, Dommie... so much. *I murmur, legs not releasing their grip on him as his body quakes through it, holding him for comfort for both of us.*
Dom: *My arms shake, fingers tensing on the duvet as the last of it comes, the last burst of my energy in one great wave. And then suddenly it vanishes, right out from under me, in a whisper of small ripples left to comfort me but nothing more than that and an eternal stillness. A breath shakes loose from my lips and I fall, body giving out slowly onto Billy, conforming to his safe and accepting shape. My forehead presses to his in response and hands move to caress him softly, touching his face, listening to the nothing. But inside I'm slowly pulling his last words down with me, letting them reach into my resting muscles, and mostly into my heart. I don't know why, but I feel like crying.* Billy I love you...
Billy: *It’s not a far reach for my lips to press to his cheeks, but they would have travelled miles to do so if they needed to. It’s important to feel his skin beneath my lips.* Do you know how wonderful you feel? Do you know how glad I am you’ll let me feel you for the rest of my life? *I murmur softly, practically cooing at him as I place kisses here and there, smoothing back his damp hair from his forehead only to replace it with my mouth.*
Dom: *I feel his gentle mouth touch my forehead, his hands putting cool trails in my hair. Slowly, my nose sinks under his chin and I nuzzle him, a tiny bend, one little sigh, and very hesitantly a sad smile tiptoes onto my lips. My hands drift back past his ears, palms cupping around them, fingers wafting lightly against his hair. I want to hold him forever. The real kind of forever. Because he has that smell, just below his jaw - I think it's been left from where I was kissing him there. It's the smell of the two of us. And now it's on us so strongly, I doubt any matter of washing will take it off. I press my nose there, to that smell, to his skin, shaking just noticeably. Please don't go away... I bury my head on his neck, overwhelming myself in it, and wanting to sob.* Billy-...
Billy: *He’s so beautiful, overcome like this. I tighten myself around him further, trying to tuck our bodies together so no one will ever be able to find the seam. My eyes slid shut as I slide my hands down his back, slipping on a lingering sheen of sweat as I attempt to soothe him.* Right here, love. *I kiss his hair, nuzzling into the soft tufts.* Right here...
Dom: I don't-... *I try to tell him, but I just end up shaking, feeling his arms come around me to hold me still. I slide my cheek against his jaw, trying to calm myself as he helps, breathing, simply breathing. That was the most amazing love I've ever made. Our bodies are still warm from it. I hold onto it with all that I have inside of me, still wondering, Is it really going to go away? I whimper into a kiss as I press it to his cheek, lifting my head slightly and kissing him again. Then again. Kissing softly until I'm suspended above him, pulling back to look into his eyes. His gaze sends a tremble through me, so patient and deep. I shake my head barely at all, because I can't remember if I'd meant to do it or not, and then I open my mouth with a breath.* It's never felt like that before.
Billy: *I shake my head, looking him straight in the eyes, wanting to make sure that he understands that I understand. I do. Oh, how I do. It was that desperate feeling, right after he took me in his mouth and sucked me until I felt I would die. It was that feeling right then, when I knew he had to be inside me or we wouldn’t fully understand the weight of this, what we’d committed to tonight, with his parents as our first official witnesses. That’s what this feeling was made for. It seems strange to think so, but it went beyond the sexual, so much more beyond just the physical satisfaction, the lust.* I know, love. *I whisper on a sigh, tipping my head to kiss him again.*
Dom: Mm. *I press my lips to his, closing my eyes, feeling my breath come easily and trembling slow, all through the healing of his body. I hate for it to ever end, such a beautiful touch, but I just can't stay like this. I'm too wound up on this feeling. Experiencing it, for the very first time, like... having never felt the rain before. Or something. He has to know what it means. And if he really knows like he says, I wish he'd tell me. I can't seem to hold onto it for more than a fleeting instant, and then it's gone again. And more of it disappears every time I feel it. I break away from the kiss as gently as I can and look at him until his eyelids flutter open and he gazes at me.* Did you feel it?
Billy: *I trace the ends of his hair on the back of his neck, tipping my head to look closely at him, nodding slowly.* I did. *I murmur, smiling gently at him, opening my mouth to speak before closing it again. How do I describe it? Every time we make love is different, which is why I’m positive we’ll never tire of each other. But this time... this time...* This is what we told your parents, love... that we’re going to be together forever, because we love each other, and we fit like no one else can. *I smile quietly.* The way it should be.
Dom: *A smile grows slightly on my lips, watching him, letting his words run through my mind. We fit like no one else can... That's the way it should be. Billy should have me; no one else should have me. He's going to be here to make love to me for the rest of his life. And I to him. That's the way it should be. My sighs falls out of me in sudden relief and my smile opens up to him brilliantly. He's right. That's what this is. I cuddle into his arms and feel laughter in my heart, briefly touched by that incredible feeling one last time before it slips away. But I don't give it a second thought. I have my Billy. That's all I need for the rest of my life.* Yes... *I whisper, pressing our foreheads together with a smile. Then my heart skips a beat.* I'm going to marry you.
Billy: *The laughter bubbles out of me so that it resembles giggling, and I can’t be bothered to care. Why is it that it seems more real than ever tonight? Perhaps because we’ve brought others into our secret. It’s official. Not that it wasn’t before. Not that either of us would have been interested in backing out. But now it’s bigger than just the two of us. It’s something that’s going to influence others in our lives as well.* Yes you are. *I reply with a grin, nodding happily. I lean up to press my nose to his.* And I’m going to marry you.
Dom: *I shake my head, gently nuzzling us together.* I should buy you a house... *My grin widens, thumbs reaching up to massage his cheeks.* ...with a white picket fence. *On a hill, with a dog, and 2.5 kids... I continue in my head, watching him smile and feeling the laughter tickle my throat a little more persistently than before. I feel like blushing, but I'm sure I have been since I first began touching him in the kitchen.*
Billy: I already have a house! *I reply with a giggling protest.* I suppose you could build a white picket fence if you wanted to. But the cats would probably just scratch it to bits. *I turn my lips to cover the pad of his thumb, still smiling up at him.* I love this house. It’s where we fell in love.
Dom: *I'm sure I've lost my heartbeat completely when he speaks. My smile drifts off for a moment. I run my thumb lightly over his lips and look into his suddenly deep gaze, becoming trapped. ...we fell in love... Before I'd ever known it, Billy had been falling in love with me in this house. It sounds unreal, but I actually swoon and lean down to replace my thumb with my own lips. A small sound spreads from my mouth to his and I sigh, waiting moments there and feeling my head spin - recounting our entire history. He loved me that day he was angry at me for showing at the Alibi for his date with MS; he loved me on my birthday last year, making me a dessert despite the fact that he was upset with me. He loved me when Leon...Elijah...broke his heart, returning home with tears in his eyes and ending our letters forever. He loved me on Christmas Eve. Before I'd ever said "I love you," he loved me too. If he hadn't...I don't think he would have ever come out with me in the first place that night. He would have never known. Then...I wouldn't either. How long has... I break our kiss, taking a small breath and looking at him with a bit of surprise.* ...How long have you loved me?
Billy: *I stroke a palm down the back of his neck, feeling the soft hairs against my skin as I glance over at the clock on the nightstand before scrunching my face up in concentration.* If we’re talking about how long I’ve known I loved you, then I’d have to say... 334 days, 18 hours, and 34 minutes, approximately. *I nod in satisfaction, smiling at his expression.* But if we’re talking about how long I actually loved you, without even being aware of it... probably closer to 350, 370 days. I’d assume.
Dom: *I suddenly break with astonished laughter, adoring Billy so much that I lean down and nuzzle him with several kisses.* Love... *I laugh on his skin, kissing again before cupping his face softly and finding his gaze.* I mean... *I stop, and allow a little more laughter to come between my thoughts and actually speaking them. My sweetheart- How on earth did he do all of that math? He amazes me more every day. My heart spins delightedly.* I'm sorry, love, I have no idea when that was... *I grin at him, the temptation to laugh slowing briefly.* Maybe if you told me...what happened when you first started loving me?
Billy: You mean you don’t remember? *I try to pretend to be hurt, but it doesn’t last for longer than a split second, and then I’m giggling along with him.* I don’t either, actually. I mean, it’s difficult to pinpoint a distinct moment. *I pause, biting my lip, trying to remember exactly when it was. Hmm...* I suppose if I had to think of an exact moment, I’d say when you told me you were going to stay with me. Up until that point, I still thought you were planning on going back to Britain. That I was going to lose you. *My smile brightens subtly as I remember.* MS told me in a letter you were staying... but until you told me yourself, that afternoon when you were sick and I was sitting with you, I couldn’t be sure. And then you told me, and I knew I’d never have to be alone again.
Dom: *My smile softens suddenly, lovingly, and I can't help but dip down to him again.* Aw, love... *I brush our cheeks together for a moment before leaning back to catch his lips in a small kiss.* I remember that. *My smile begins to return, remembering how I felt so dizzy, lying in bed that first morning I got sick. We were going to see a movie together; our first movie together. But he made me stay home, and took care of me. He sat on the edge of the bed. No... he sat closer to me than that. And I wanted to hold his hand. I lean back now and look into his eyes with slight, smiling wonder. I remember the tiniest things with Billy so vividly. I even remember the taste of the juice he gave me that day.* I don't suppose you imagined being here with me like this... *I reply to him, grinning hesitantly.*
Billy: Certainly not initially, no. *I respond honestly, running my fingers through the hair on the back of his head. Except...* I imagined having MS here like this, though. And I already had you in bed. So I suppose you could say the two situations combined into one. The best possible one. *I plant a kiss on his lower lip, smiling at him in consideration.* When did you first fall in love with me?
Dom: *My smile blooms at his last comment and then fades. When did I first fall in love with you?..., I ask curiously in my own mind. Billy... I thought it was obvious...* The day I met you. *My voice almost sounds surprised; softly surprised. But I think, perhaps, I'm half surprised at myself. I didn't even know I loved him at that time. But now it seems so obvious Surely he knew; he could see it in my eyes when he first took me into his house that day to patch up my cat scratches, and talked to me like he wanted me to stay... I gaze at him without stirring. Didn't we both know then?*
Billy: What? *I whisper incredulously, my eyes widening slowly. The day we met? When he was nearly mauled to death by my cats?* Did you? *I breathe, smile bending quickly as I consider the idea. That day... I was afraid he’d never come back. I was afraid he’d stop delivering my mail. But he came back, day after day. And look what’s become of us now? I really need to give those cats a raise. I mean, a treat.*
Dom: *I nod slightly, my smile drifting back as I see his lips sweetly bend. He remembers it. He knows. And now our entire history is being repainted with the clarity of this one fact... We've been falling in love with each other ever since we first met on his doorstep.* I did. Very much. *I answer him finally, brushing the hair above his ears with my fingers and smiling. Then I remember...* I didn't know it at first... I thought I just needed someone to talk to... *I pause, my smile bending suddenly.* ...so I kept letting myself come back here. To deliver your mail. See how you were doing... As though your circumstances would have changed that drastically in one day, yeah? *I look at him a little embarrassedly. He's silent, and I look for an indication of his feelings. I can't tell... He's listening so patiently, I can't read him.* ...I don't think-... That is... I didn't realise that visiting you was my favourite part of the day. I thought about it all the time. Wondering when I'd see you. What you were doing. ...It made being here... *I pause, holding to him.* Bearable, you know? As much as I thought I wanted to leave...
Billy: *I nod quickly. It was the best part of my day as well. It didn’t seem like such a drastic change, when he came into my life like he did, but now that I look back, I see how much he changed my life for the better, even back in those beginning days.* You thought Margaret was my wife. *I remember suddenly with a giggle, grin spreading from ear to ear.* What a ridiculous notion. You thought she was my wife, and I left her in Scotland.
Dom: *His laughter causes my smile to grow automatically, and I begin to giggle the more that I listen.* Did I? *I tease, pretending to consider it. But my laughter gets the better of me and I just end up looking at him fondly, loving the way his voice changes when he's giggling happily, in my arms.* I was tricked. She deliberately didn't write her relation to you on the card to confuse me. And it didn't help that I was jealously in love with you, either, you know. I would've thought all sorts of things before thinking you'd actually be available for a relationship.
Billy: Margaret Boyd, sister. Or Sister Margaret Boyd. Sounds like a nun. *I giggle uncontrollably, squeezing my eyes shut tightly as I grin.* I’m sorry. I’ll tell her to be more considerate next time. *Opening my eyes slowly, I run my fingers down his spine consideringly.* So, tell me this. Once you’d started writing to me as MS and you found out I was very definitely interested in a relationship, with another man no less, why didn’t you just jump me then and there? I wouldn’t have minded, honest.
Dom: *My brow rises and I smile, goose bumps growing not only from his soft touches running the length of my back, but also simply due to his words. He wouldn't have minded? Was he actually...attracted to me? So, if I had just come into his room one night... for some reason... and ended up, somehow, in his bed, maybe...without clothes on...he would have... not minded? Or could he have...possibly...wanted to come to my room one night?...* Billy... *I laugh a little now, still in a bit of surprise at the both of us.* I let MS steal you away from me, didn't I? ...Bugger. That's what happened, you know. He almost became this other person after a while, and... It was like, me loving you was...trespassing on your relationship with him.
Billy: *I suppose I’ve never really spent the time trying to put myself in Dom’s mindset while he was writing letters for MS. They probably did seem like two completely different people, didn’t they? At least to Dom. While MS was getting all my love, Dom was just getting... me. I don’t suppose I’ve thought of it that way.* You know, now that I think about it... *I respond curiously after a moment’s pause.* ...had you and MS not been the same character, and had you told me you loved me anyway... I probably would have had to dump MS for you.
Dom: *I smile... and then nearly double-take.* You-... *I look at him with surprise now, smile disappeared with this new thought. He would have... Given up those...letters, pretty words, poems, expressions of devotion...to him, from MS... For me. Just some bloke living in his house who never said anything nearly romantic to him, ever, no matter how many times he'd thought about doing it. The one person I thought he'd be least likely to fall in love with, especially after I'd started those bloody letters and got MS mucking up my chances. He would rather...have me? Is he saying that...?* You would-... I mean, even before you'd found out that the letters were from me... *My brow furrows, not understanding.* You loved me more than MS?
Billy: You were real. *I say quietly, nodding to answer his question, fingers tracing his shoulder blades.* MS was words on a piece of paper, lovely words yes, but nothing more than words. I’d just about given up on anything real with MS. But you were here, you were around, you were my best mate. All that was missing from that was the attraction, the romance, and if I’d been honest with myself from the beginning I’d have seen how much I was attracted to you. *I smile and close my eyes, pushing my forehead to his.* All you would have had to say was that you were in love with me, and that you wanted to be with me. In the end, on Christmas Eve, it was you I picked, not MS. I don’t think the letters were really the reason behind why I fell in love with you. Not that they weren’t the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me, but... it was you I fell in love with.
Dom: Bill... *I feel so close to him; when he breathes, I can feel it on my face, and I close my eyes to the touch. He's the sweetest thing I've ever had. And he has his arms around me. He loves me. I never even had to pick up one sheet of paper for those bloody letters... I never had to say one word. And all this time, I thought...he didn't... MS didn't even matter. Oh, Billy... I nuzzle him softly, smiling growing back onto my lips. This is the best thing that I've ever known.* Sweetheart, I... I. *Laughter comes through my mouth softly and I shake my head.* I don't understand... *But I think I do now, more than ever.*
Billy: *My smile grows and I press my nose to his cheek, nuzzling gently.* Of course you do. *I say lovingly. We don’t speak of MS too much these days. And it’s not even that we avoid the subject. It’s just... he’s not an important part of either of our lives anymore. And neither of us mind that at all.* It’s not MS who’s in my bed, in my arms at this very moment. It’s not MS who’s still inside me. *I blink open my eyes to look closely at him, whispering.* It’s you.
Dom: *And I want to be the only one, ever. My eyes search his; the beautiful eyes that I love. I feel myself inside of him and know this is where I'm meant to be; the place I've been shaped my entire life to fit. You'll never have to hurt because no one seems to know you; if there's no one around to love you and fill you up like this. I'm going to be here to do all of those things. I'll be here for the rest of your life.* I'm going to love you forever... *I whisper. My eyes don't even move from his. The space between us is so strong, and we're pressing against it.* I mean it. Forever.
Billy: ‘Till death do us part. Only a lot longer than that. *I affirm quietly, leaning up to kiss him, lips resting against his. There. Now every part of us is connected like it should be. Body and soul. I pull back finally, eyes fluttering open to meet his. Eye contact is important too.* I don’t doubt it.
Dom: *I smile gently now that I have his kiss on my lips. It's there to stay, to wait for the next, and the next, and the next, and to be kept company by all of the others that came before it. What will happen when I kiss him on our wedding day? You would think I'd be full up...but I know that it's only going to open a door to millions to come. Till death do us part... I want to say those words to him. He'll be the only one who can ever take those words from my lips. My eyes flicker in his gaze and I lean in for an impulsive kiss, sighing when I feel that touch and relaxing myself onto him, slowly, slowly, until it's completely silent. I let go, and look at him again, taking him in contentedly.* You were incredible today, Billy Boyd... *I smile and raise my fingers to gently brush his cheeks.* In very, very many ways.
Billy: Mmm, speak for yourself, Mr. Monaghan. *I respond with a bright grin, hands sliding down his back to rest over his bum.* You perfect man... how is it you always know exactly what I need, when I need it? I don’t always even know that.
Dom: Well...I've had a lot of practice finding out what you need. *I answer, smiling cleverly and shifting my weight, reaching a hand behind my back.* ...And it just so happens...that most of what you need coincides with what I want. Now, do you really want me to make love to you again? *I ask with a laugh, finding his hands in my grasp and moving them up from my bum to my back again.* Because I really think you're asking for it.
Billy: *I bite back a grin and try teasingly to slide my hands back to his bum, finally settling with resting them on his lower back.* Can’t help that I fancy your bum like crazy. *I murmur happily, drumming a pattern on his back with my fingers.* And you know I could never honestly say no to that question... though I suppose there’s a place and a time for everything... and since your parents will probably be home soon, I don’t suppose this is it. *I laugh softly, knowing that if it weren’t for that little detail, we’d probably stay in bed and make love for the rest of the day.*
Dom: Which means... *I take a breath, sliding my hands back up Billy's sides and then pressing them into the bed.* ...I should probably get off of you. Make the situation less tempting. *I grin at him happily, teasing, before pushing myself up and feeling his arms slide off of me as I lean back. Ohh, I didn't realise how good that felt. My brow bends as I lift my hips, bending back, slowly pulling out of him. I hate the feeling... I want to be inside of him forever, where it's warm and safe and lovely on all sides. This just feels cold. I come free and sigh, looking down at him where he's lying, his beautiful body. He's always like this afterwards. Glowing. Perfect. Like something wonderful has found him and slipped over him during our act and hasn't yet decided to leave him. Like that kilt. I laugh inside, seeing it still hanging onto him. There it is; that silly thing that started this whole wonderful mess, bunched up in quite a lovely way at his waist. A smile starts on my lips again while I'm watching him and I move carefully to his side, stretching out beside him now and opening my arms for all that I know will enter them as soon as I do.* You're still wearing clothes, sweetheart. *I grin at him.*
Billy: *I roll my eyes, looking down at my body, seeing the kilt bunched up tightly around my waist. What my gran would say now, if she saw me mistreating my nice kilt, only to be worn on special occasions... not the time to start thinking of my gran.* Not my fault you couldn’t wait until I undressed. *I remind teasingly, turning over onto my side and sliding into his arms. I make a face, reaching down to spread out my kilt a little more so I’m not lying uncomfortably on bunches.* I’m going to have to get this dry cleaned. I’m going to have kilt burn!
Dom: *A laugh bubbles out of my mouth and soon I'm giggling madly. I wrap Billy up in my arms and give him a squeeze, tipping my head down to his cheek and kissing him. My Billy the most adorable man alive...* Should I lotion your bum, love? *I ask, teasing, still giggling lightly. I rub my hands over his back, expecting a Look from him and quickly changing the subject.* I think you owe me an explanation... About the kilt...
Billy: I think you should... *I grumble lightly with a smile, tucking myself against him and kissing a trail along his chin.* What do you mean, an explanation? Kilts are meant to be worn during special occasions. I figured if there ever was one, this was it. I’ve not had the chance to wear one in a long time; did I look silly?
Dom: *I pull back, looking at him with a flash of surprise. Is he bloody kidding?? I nearly died at that dinner table, sitting so near to him. Couldn't he feel the heat pouring off my body? My eyes search into his for any sign of teasing, not finding any.* Are you bloody mad? *I ask, using my most extreme stock of honesty, and hoping he won't get the wrong impression.* That kilt-... *Is the sexiest thing I've seen, makes me want to... Oh, Bill.. * ...You looked like bloody sex on legs.
Billy: *I look at him with disbelief, mouth opening and closing rapidly as I feel myself blush a deep pink, and finally I laugh with absurdity, tucking my face against his chest.* Is that why you were acting so odd at dinner? I thought you were just nervous. I really didn’t mean to distract you so. That wasn’t my intention. *I giggle a bit, looking back up at him as soon as I’m sure the pink in my cheeks has died down.* Although I’ll certainly know how to get your attention next time, hmm? *I waggle my eyebrows at him, breaking out into fresh peals of laugher.*
Dom: Not in front of my parents though, yeah? *He laughs and I can't help but laugh with him, grinning from ear to ear as I watch him. He's irresistible when he does it. The way his eyes glitter over. How he curls into my arms embarrassedly. And that colour on his cheeks... I quickly cuddle him close to me and nuzzle his warm skin.* You're gorgeous, Bill. *I giggle, holding him to me.* If you ever wanted to kill me, just put on a kilt and glasses.
Billy: Sounds more like something that would kill me. I’ll get beat up, simply on the grounds of being the nerdiest man alive. *I grin and sit up in bed, fiddling with the fastenings on my kilt until I can get them undone. I peel the garment off and fling it away, sighing in relief as I settle down at his side again, naked. I slide a leg up around his torso and pull us together, cuddling close in his arms and looking closely at him.* I don’t really think I’m ever going to have the desire to kill you, love.
Dom: *I grin at him, wrapping my arms in their place around his lower back and scooting as close as I possibly can. Yeah, this feels right... His familiar bare skin presses to me and I smile even wider. He's never worried of what I'll think of him when he's fully exposed and so close to me. He's the most self-confident person I've ever slept with; or maybe the most trusting. He trusts me...to think he's beautiful, no matter what. And I do. Billy, I do...* I'm glad your intentions aren't...murderous. *I reply softly, with a smile.* It'd be a real gutter to find out you'd married me just to kill me.
Billy: That’d be a real twist, eh? That I married you for your money. *I laugh and press my laughing mouth to his briefly and, finding I like it so much, decide to stay for a little while. I kiss him slowly, deeply, lovingly, my mouth still smiling as I come out of the kiss.* I suppose I could just take all that I’d get from your will out of your wallet now, save myself the trouble of actually killing you. *I grin and rest my head back on the pillow, watching him.*
Dom: Mm... *I sigh, suddenly subdued, lips tingling with the kiss.* Maybe you should wait for my next pay check then, hey? *I grin at him, letting my head sink into my pillow. Or Billy's. ...It doesn't really matter. My hands massage on the small of his back, slowly, knowing how he likes it.* Anyway, if you decide against killing me, you could always just keep me around... You know, for occasions like these.
Billy: *I feel like purring; he knows me so well, knows what I like and where I like it.* Occasions like these, hmm? When there’s a huge mess downstairs in the kitchen to be cleaning up, guests to attend to, and about a thousand other things to do? *I grin and blink slowly at him.* In other words, the exact times when all I want to be doing is making love? *I rest my lips against the corner of his mouth, closing my eyes.* Yes, you’re quite useful for those times. I may keep you around.
Dom: Mm. *I turn my head, that slight tilt that allows me to catch Billy's lips and hold them, kissing like I know he'd like to be kissed. I forget our words, practicing a new communication on his mouth, sure that he'll understand these long, slow strokes... My fingers press down the base of his spine and make little circles with my fingertips. I feel subtly sleepy, rocking myself in the motion. Yes, Billy... Let's fall asleep, love... I want nothing more than to forget the world and go dreaming with you... I'm forgetting the control of my lips, moving them rhythmically but without conscience, tasting his mouth as a lullaby for my senses. What a perfect taste... The sound of a door echoes from downstairs and I jump, breaking from the kiss instantly. The front door... Mum and Dad... There are footsteps and following is the mumble of quiet voices in the entryway, and I listen, even though I know I won't be able to make out their words.* Bullocks. *I whisper to Billy, and my heart sinks a bit. They weren't supposed to actually come back. They were supposed to leave and let Billy and I have a day or more to just lie together and snog; never have to worry about dishes or company again.*
Billy: *I bolt upright in bed as soon as I hear the click of the front door, the sound of hesitant footprints, muffled voices...* Shite... *I breathe. How short was their walk? Surely they can’t have been gone long. I turn to look at the clock. They’ve only been gone... a long time. Shite.* Clothes, Dommie, we need to put on clothes! *I turn to look at him, eyes going wide. It’s going to look so suspicious if we’re both wearing new outfits. But I really don’t want to struggle with the kilt again. And our hair looks dishevelled. And... oh bugger all this can’t be happening...*
Dom: Bill. *I try to get his attention as he turns to the dresser, opening drawers frantically. I sit up on the bed, watching him, wishing he'd just stop for a minute and breathe. We're obviously not going back down there. In all honesty...we stink, we're messy, and there's a ghost of a smile plastered to my lips that isn't about to go away.* Billy. *I try again, his hurried hands digging through a drawer for his trousers.* Billy Boyd. William, this is your naked fiancé speaking... *He takes out a pair of boxers and hops into them quickly, grabbing his trousers next and still paying no attention to anything I'm saying. I mean, I just played the two best cards in my hand with that last sentence and he isn't even turning to give me that Look. It's almost adorable, my beautiful love getting so worked up over my parents. Wouldn't he rather be in bed with me right now than driving himself dizzy running circles like that around the room like that? He pulls on his trousers and fastens them, covering up more of his lovely skin, and I can't take it.* Bill, do you really want to go down there? Try to pretend that we didn't do anything? Mum probably already knows... In fact, I know she knows, Bill. They left to let us... Well... Going down there would just make things weird, yeah? I mean, we don't exactly look like we just went up for some fresh dish towels out of the linen closet. *I pause, tempted to laugh a bit, but he still isn't giving me any attention. I go on, softening my voice.* Let them alone. Let's have a bit more time to... Well, kiss. I want to kiss you. Okay? So come back to bed, silly thing.
Billy: *My movements are never-ceasing, hands already diving for a shirt when he finishes his words. They’ve made it to my ears, though. I know what he’s saying. And the idea that his parents know is terrifying and liberating at the same time. They know... of course they know. They know this isn’t just a marriage of convenience. But still... shoving it in their faces isn’t going to make things any easier. Which is what we’d be doing if we... went downstairs. Damn it. And here I was, sure it’d be worse if we just stayed in bed. Which is an appetizing idea. And perhaps not such a bad one after all. My fingers stop moving and I turn to Dom, putting down the shirt I was about to put on and giving him a look of nervous doubt.* Don’t you think we should go down, just to be good hosts? *My voice isn’t very convincing. I don’t feel convinced. In fact, I step to the edge of the bed, knowing full and well that in doing so I’m giving him permission to undress me and take me back to bed. Which I think is fine by me.*
Dom: *My smile broadens when he finally turns around. And there he is, my defeated little Billy, standing at the end of our bed, wanting so much not to go downstairs. I want to nab him and hug him and pull him back into bed with me this second for it.* No. *I say, a little laugh in my throat. I push myself up from the bed and scoot toward him, stopping in front of him and getting up on my knees. My hands go to his waist, smile reflecting in his eyes where I kneel unsteadily before him.* You're not their host anymore, you're their son-in-law. *I grin cleverly at him, not expecting the rush of emotion that hits me when I hear my own words. My heart leaps and I lean in impulsively to kiss his lips, staying for a while. I pull away, pressing my forehead to his.* ...They can't have you anymore tonight. I claimed you first.
Billy: Selfish... your mother would scold you for that, you know. *I murmur, heaving a great, contented sigh. It doesn’t take long to convince me, not when I have a naked fiancé who very much wants to take me back to bed and kiss me. Can’t argue with that... logic. I tip my mouth forward, catching his lips with mine again as my hands return to the button of my trousers, only breaking the kiss once I’ve undone them, pushing them and my boxers off quickly, holding out my arms.* Take me back to bed, then.
Dom: *My smile spreads from ear to ear, hands sliding onto his bare skin again, feeling how soft it is - much softer than boxers and trousers and other things that aren't allowed in our bed. I lean in with a grin and wrap him in my arms, feeling him wrap me up as well. And soon I'm tugging him gently back onto the bed, laughing softly as we stumble over the duvet and holding onto him as we sink back into the cushions and our pillows. I look at him as I nestle back into place, close to his warmth, and smile when our gazes connect.* Well, here you are. *I tease, watching his little grin, heart beating with fascination. I can't believe my Billy just neglected my parents for kisses. I love him so much.*
Billy: *I grin and nuzzle close, quickly bringing us back to the point we were before I panicked, right where we should be. It’s as if nothing’s changed at all... except for the fact that there are now two more people in the house. But I don’t mind. They’ll understand.* Here we are... *I respond with a light sigh, reaching a hand up to trace his cheek slowly, fingertips lingeringly worshipping ever inch of skin. I raise my eyebrows.* So, are you going to kiss me or what? That was part of the bargain, if I remember correctly.
Dom: Was it? *I ask, and almost automatically lean into his lips with a smile. And gradually my smile dissipates. Then there's nothing left but our kiss. His lips moving on mine, mine on his, lovingly, slowly, with all of the weight of this day relieved from our bodies; the way we made love this evening. The way my heart flew like I'll never forget. The way we knew each other so well and learned each other all at the same time. I love this day. I love Billy like I never have. So I kiss him like I never have, and keep kissing him despite the hour, the dishes in the sink, and my parents, who I know will understand and love us both. I kiss him, holding him, continually thinking, I am so thankful for Billy Boyd...*
Dom: *I shatter, and grip him to me with all of my strength. The first appearance of that heat; I don't want to lose any of it, so I push myself onto him until he's rippling down my throat, release pouring into me with hardly the need of a swallow. But I swallow anyway, guiding his orgasm as it pulses against my tongue which slides quickly under him with desperate elation. My length is so stiff, I think I might release from this very moment. He's so hot and full, enraptured by this instant of satisfaction, all of his being shuddering through his length. And his cries... Oh, his cries of my name echoing on the walls and the ceiling... I never knew how I missed those cries until now; now that they're wrapping around me like hands. Like his hand on the back of my head, so trapped in its gripping sensation that it can't relax. And if anything...I wish I could see his face, brilliant with the discovery of this feeling. Oh, Billy, you beautiful, sexy, incredible lover... You've done it, love; you've officially made me the horniest man alive... I suck hard on his length even as it slackens, hardly caring to understand his softening muscles, what it means by the dissipation of his cries. I can only feel the beating between my legs to have him now; now that I've spent him. I want him so badly, the tickling feeling is already present at my tip, and I think that I might burst if I so much as move. But I move. My lips slide firmly down his length, and it comes limply from my mouth, and I don't mind. I turn my lips to his skin and kiss hard, opening my mouth near his warm, sweat-touched hairs, moving my tongue and lips over him as I follow that trail to his belly. I lap gently, that salty wetness waiting just under the waist of his kilt where my tongue darts in and tastes him.* Mmmm... *My breath sighs hot onto his skin and I slide my hands up his slick bum, onto his hips, gripping him and making a move to stand. But I wobble, not realising the force of gravity. My legs straighten stiffly and the cloth of his kilt slips off of the dampness of my hair, everything suddenly bright as I move up from the shadow and find my balance. I stand before him, still shaking, holding to him for support, focusing his beautiful, sweat-covered face into my gaze. And when I finally see him, I can only wait a moment before driving into my lips into his, kissing him so desperately that the sensation of my release becomes gravely imminent. I stiffen and release a long moan onto his mouth.*
Billy: *I’m woozy, swaying even as I grip onto him tightly, my mouth relearning his taste with a dash of my own release on his tongue. It’s a good taste, a beautiful, intoxicating taste, and even as I’m catching my breath, my heart still beating a mile a minute, I slide my thigh between his legs and press up, arching against him and giving friction to the heat settled there between his legs. I want to feel that. I want to feel it in my core. I want to hear every noise that he makes and know they’re for me. He’s already given me so much; now I want to return the favour, more than I’ve ever wanted anything. My tongue battles intensely with his as I push him back towards the bed, hands grappling at the slick skin of his back.*
Dom: *Oh-... As though the sound is coming from my lips it swirls in my mind, taken by such sweet and frantic surprise when he pulls into me. And he's kissing me. His tongue pushes possessively through my lips and delivers its rough caresses, my heart feeling an explosion of thrill when his taste spills into mine, mixing with the thick taste of his release still coating my mouth. He moves me toward the bed and I quickly grasp onto his body, afraid to fall. Then I stiffen, feeling his leg rise into my need as he steps forward, pressing firmly, rubbing just enough on that tender spot. I moan, gripping him even tighter as we move, following obediently in the direction he chooses. Oh, I'm so stunned and helpless in my arousal... so needy and in love with his lips, his tongue, his sweat... I'm blind to everything but him. And in my blindness, I don't expect the edge of the mattress to catch me behind the knees, so I gasp out from his mouth, falling back onto the bed and landing with a racing heart.*
Billy: *I am tempted to hold him and catch him before he falls, simply because he feels so good against my half-naked body and even a split second seems to long to be away from him, but instead I let him fall, crawling on top of his body a moment later, rocking down against his hips as I straddle his waist. I bend to take his face in my hands, kissing him deeply as I continue to rub against him.* Make love to me, please Dommie, hmm? *I breathe in between long, spacious kisses.* I want to make you feel so good... I need you to make love to me. *I realize how true it is, that I really do need to feel him inside me. I can almost feel him inside me already, a ghost of a memory from a few days before, and I need to intensify that feeling, hold onto it and never let it slip away.*
Dom: *My fingers grind into the duvet, stiff beneath him, shivering as he rubs against my body without ceasing. My throat is dry, his words like a long stroke to my need. They repeat five hundred times in my head until I go vacant, completely rigid, and it grips me with sudden reality. I'm going to come... One whimper on his lips, and my heart is convulsing with panic. I'm going to come... My body arches, straining against this inevitable breaching, grasping out into the duvet. I'm going to come. I'm going to come. I begin to pant on his lips, terrorized by the thought of the tiniest slip that will send me into oblivion. My hands tear from the bed to his body, anchoring myself to him, gripping into his back as he sends his hips down onto my waist and sets my need on fire. I arch toward the ceiling with a sob. My fingernails dig into his skin. Ohhh Billy... I cry out and heave my weight from under him, rolling him onto the bed beside me and following into his arms. I kiss him desperately, covering him with my weight, not wanting to let go even as I lean back between his legs, kneeling where his kilt has risen to expose that place for me that I need so much. I move close, hands sliding under him, lifting, and pressing forward. Oh-... I go rigid. Trembling, breathless, my arms suddenly drop to brace myself against the bed, still holding him with my hips as my length slides in. I've found him... Ohh Billy... I gasp and push hard until he's all around me, sinking slowly to my hilt, feeling a smile part on my lips.*
Billy: *I cry out, fingertips and fingernails digging deeply into Dom’s back as I try to relax, breathing heavily as my back arches obscenely. After a moment I exhale, legs sliding up around his waist and tightening around his back. I nod, leaning up to press my lips tenderly to his again. There it is, that feeling of utter completeness, the feeling that should never rightly leave me and maybe, just maybe someday I’ll figure out how to make it stick. But until then, I have no problem letting him make love to me at every chance possible.* Please... *I whimper, tightening my legs further, heels digging into his lower back. I nuzzle against his face, not sure when this turned from passion and urgency to tenderness, but I’m not complaining.*
Dom: *I close my eyes lightly, feeling his skin brush mine beautifully, and I nuzzle him back, holding just for a few more moments - just a little while longer to love my Billy before I lose all of my thought. I breathe heavily, his exhalations coming in reply, the only sounds in the entire room, our own private conversation of nothing but utter adoration. We're complete. We've made it. This is the place we've been looking for, for days now we've been looking, since the last time we were connected like this. An eternity of two days ago. I lean down and press my lips to his and don't move away. I stop everything for this moment. I want him to close his eyes and focus on our touch. Focus on me... My muscles tighten and I arch, beginning to pull out. But the friction runs against my length and that imminence springs back, scratching at my tip to slip out. I shake, breaking from Billy's lips with a gasp and a groan, knowing I have only a matter of moments to relish the inside of him. Sweat forms on my brow as I hold off my own release, still moving out stiffly, and then back in, chest tightening without breath. I never want this to end... Please, don't end...* Billy-...
Billy: *My eyes squeeze shut tightly for a long moment as I choke out something resembling a sob, my entire body tightening in pleasure around Dom. I force my eyes open to meet his, because if I don’t look at him I think I’ll explode. My chest heaves as I rock up slowly, feeling him slide that minute bit inside of me, making me shudder deliciously. I fight to keep my eyes open, resolving to not look away from him at all.* Dom... *I whisper, needing to hear his name resounding in the room.* Dom... Dom... Dom...
Dom: *Billy, don't- Don't say my name, I want to tell him. But I can't. I can't possibly. I love hearing him say my name... My gaze is endlessly his, locked on the sight of his two green eyes; the sight makes me fall in love. I love him so much. I hold my breath again and arch, holding the bed beside him, watching him only as I pull out. He curls, reaching around me with tightened hands and holds his breath, too. And it occurs to me that he might be helping me, hanging on to this last moment with me. Staying with me. And we're both praying in our hearts that this will last, as long as we don't take those fatal breaths. But what he doesn't realise is...he can't possibly prevent himself from looking this beautiful. The friction grabs hold of me again and pulls. The shooting pleasures of my arousal pass the point of subsiding, twisting and stroking within my length, crouching at the floodgates and waiting edgily for the right time. My heart lurches sweetly and I feel a cry form inside of me, but it stops at my lips and doesn't come out. It doesn't come out until I've made it gentle; a reply for him.* Billy...
Billy: *It’s hard to hear him speak and not break apart, to not feel my heart and soul twist and tangle around his as he exhales my name, accompanying a wave of pleasure as he slips sweetly into me again. My mouth moves wordlessly with breaths, past the point of speaking now. I don’t have anything to say that my body’s not already expressing a thousand times better than words could ever, anyway. I breathe in on a soft cry, eyes locked intensely on his in order to feel this resonate through my whole body, carried on every sense including that one that no name can ever be assigned to. I want to carry this feeling with me forever, until I’ve forgotten what anything else in the world feels like. Nothing else is more vital than this. And no one else could make me feel like this besides my own, beautiful Dom.*
Dom: *He breathes, and I slide deep inside of him, his body accepting me without question, his wonderful heart loving me so much that I can feel it pass over me when I enter him. It holds gently and squeezes just perfectly, all of the places I love to feel squeezed; his body is the only one gentle enough to know me this way. The only one I've found. His velvet inside passes over me tightly and he holds me close, looking deeply in my eyes, knowing every tightness and roughness and smoothness that I do. He can feel it; he takes my motion and makes it even better. He's looking through my eyes to my thoughts and seeing how I want it to be, and he's moving delicately to the pattern I most love. Slowly, his legs pull me close and beckon me further in. He wants me inside of him. Which I can't understand... Oh my Billy... My eyes tempt to close, but I don't allow them, even as I hear his soft cry and lose all tension in my chest with a sigh. The sigh returns as a gasp. A gasp that slowly fits the shape of a moan that grows in me, my length stopping bluntly inside of him, tiny circles swivelling at my tip and then up the extent of my arousal with a soft push. I stiffen, waiting for that subtle sway of my need, feeling it tilt sensuously over the brink, and then allow it to come. Everything turns into heat and pulses of pleasure, and I hold Billy's gaze solely, watching his beauty shift like colours in light. My heart swells incredibly, a sensation that I've never felt before in an instance like this, and my passion softly slides from my body, muscles shuddering and length caressed by my orgasm in the sudden burst of my release. My lips part around the pieces of my moan, wishing I could say his name. I want to be able to describe what this is. Oh Billy, I love you... I shudder and feel sobs in my heart.*
Billy: *I don’t know how to fully express this gratification, this pure feeling of melding as he spills warmly inside of me. I do my best, however, gasping as my body twists up to meet his, fingers pressing tightly into his back as if they’re fighting to join his skin, to literally become one, attached in every way. I let out a soft whimper as we both settle down to the mattress again, prising my hands from his back to scale up to his cheeks, cupping his face in my hands as I press my forehead to his, shuddering breath mingling with shuddering breath.* I do love you, Dommie... so much. *I murmur, legs not releasing their grip on him as his body quakes through it, holding him for comfort for both of us.*
Dom: *My arms shake, fingers tensing on the duvet as the last of it comes, the last burst of my energy in one great wave. And then suddenly it vanishes, right out from under me, in a whisper of small ripples left to comfort me but nothing more than that and an eternal stillness. A breath shakes loose from my lips and I fall, body giving out slowly onto Billy, conforming to his safe and accepting shape. My forehead presses to his in response and hands move to caress him softly, touching his face, listening to the nothing. But inside I'm slowly pulling his last words down with me, letting them reach into my resting muscles, and mostly into my heart. I don't know why, but I feel like crying.* Billy I love you...
Billy: *It’s not a far reach for my lips to press to his cheeks, but they would have travelled miles to do so if they needed to. It’s important to feel his skin beneath my lips.* Do you know how wonderful you feel? Do you know how glad I am you’ll let me feel you for the rest of my life? *I murmur softly, practically cooing at him as I place kisses here and there, smoothing back his damp hair from his forehead only to replace it with my mouth.*
Dom: *I feel his gentle mouth touch my forehead, his hands putting cool trails in my hair. Slowly, my nose sinks under his chin and I nuzzle him, a tiny bend, one little sigh, and very hesitantly a sad smile tiptoes onto my lips. My hands drift back past his ears, palms cupping around them, fingers wafting lightly against his hair. I want to hold him forever. The real kind of forever. Because he has that smell, just below his jaw - I think it's been left from where I was kissing him there. It's the smell of the two of us. And now it's on us so strongly, I doubt any matter of washing will take it off. I press my nose there, to that smell, to his skin, shaking just noticeably. Please don't go away... I bury my head on his neck, overwhelming myself in it, and wanting to sob.* Billy-...
Billy: *He’s so beautiful, overcome like this. I tighten myself around him further, trying to tuck our bodies together so no one will ever be able to find the seam. My eyes slid shut as I slide my hands down his back, slipping on a lingering sheen of sweat as I attempt to soothe him.* Right here, love. *I kiss his hair, nuzzling into the soft tufts.* Right here...
Dom: I don't-... *I try to tell him, but I just end up shaking, feeling his arms come around me to hold me still. I slide my cheek against his jaw, trying to calm myself as he helps, breathing, simply breathing. That was the most amazing love I've ever made. Our bodies are still warm from it. I hold onto it with all that I have inside of me, still wondering, Is it really going to go away? I whimper into a kiss as I press it to his cheek, lifting my head slightly and kissing him again. Then again. Kissing softly until I'm suspended above him, pulling back to look into his eyes. His gaze sends a tremble through me, so patient and deep. I shake my head barely at all, because I can't remember if I'd meant to do it or not, and then I open my mouth with a breath.* It's never felt like that before.
Billy: *I shake my head, looking him straight in the eyes, wanting to make sure that he understands that I understand. I do. Oh, how I do. It was that desperate feeling, right after he took me in his mouth and sucked me until I felt I would die. It was that feeling right then, when I knew he had to be inside me or we wouldn’t fully understand the weight of this, what we’d committed to tonight, with his parents as our first official witnesses. That’s what this feeling was made for. It seems strange to think so, but it went beyond the sexual, so much more beyond just the physical satisfaction, the lust.* I know, love. *I whisper on a sigh, tipping my head to kiss him again.*
Dom: Mm. *I press my lips to his, closing my eyes, feeling my breath come easily and trembling slow, all through the healing of his body. I hate for it to ever end, such a beautiful touch, but I just can't stay like this. I'm too wound up on this feeling. Experiencing it, for the very first time, like... having never felt the rain before. Or something. He has to know what it means. And if he really knows like he says, I wish he'd tell me. I can't seem to hold onto it for more than a fleeting instant, and then it's gone again. And more of it disappears every time I feel it. I break away from the kiss as gently as I can and look at him until his eyelids flutter open and he gazes at me.* Did you feel it?
Billy: *I trace the ends of his hair on the back of his neck, tipping my head to look closely at him, nodding slowly.* I did. *I murmur, smiling gently at him, opening my mouth to speak before closing it again. How do I describe it? Every time we make love is different, which is why I’m positive we’ll never tire of each other. But this time... this time...* This is what we told your parents, love... that we’re going to be together forever, because we love each other, and we fit like no one else can. *I smile quietly.* The way it should be.
Dom: *A smile grows slightly on my lips, watching him, letting his words run through my mind. We fit like no one else can... That's the way it should be. Billy should have me; no one else should have me. He's going to be here to make love to me for the rest of his life. And I to him. That's the way it should be. My sighs falls out of me in sudden relief and my smile opens up to him brilliantly. He's right. That's what this is. I cuddle into his arms and feel laughter in my heart, briefly touched by that incredible feeling one last time before it slips away. But I don't give it a second thought. I have my Billy. That's all I need for the rest of my life.* Yes... *I whisper, pressing our foreheads together with a smile. Then my heart skips a beat.* I'm going to marry you.
Billy: *The laughter bubbles out of me so that it resembles giggling, and I can’t be bothered to care. Why is it that it seems more real than ever tonight? Perhaps because we’ve brought others into our secret. It’s official. Not that it wasn’t before. Not that either of us would have been interested in backing out. But now it’s bigger than just the two of us. It’s something that’s going to influence others in our lives as well.* Yes you are. *I reply with a grin, nodding happily. I lean up to press my nose to his.* And I’m going to marry you.
Dom: *I shake my head, gently nuzzling us together.* I should buy you a house... *My grin widens, thumbs reaching up to massage his cheeks.* ...with a white picket fence. *On a hill, with a dog, and 2.5 kids... I continue in my head, watching him smile and feeling the laughter tickle my throat a little more persistently than before. I feel like blushing, but I'm sure I have been since I first began touching him in the kitchen.*
Billy: I already have a house! *I reply with a giggling protest.* I suppose you could build a white picket fence if you wanted to. But the cats would probably just scratch it to bits. *I turn my lips to cover the pad of his thumb, still smiling up at him.* I love this house. It’s where we fell in love.
Dom: *I'm sure I've lost my heartbeat completely when he speaks. My smile drifts off for a moment. I run my thumb lightly over his lips and look into his suddenly deep gaze, becoming trapped. ...we fell in love... Before I'd ever known it, Billy had been falling in love with me in this house. It sounds unreal, but I actually swoon and lean down to replace my thumb with my own lips. A small sound spreads from my mouth to his and I sigh, waiting moments there and feeling my head spin - recounting our entire history. He loved me that day he was angry at me for showing at the Alibi for his date with MS; he loved me on my birthday last year, making me a dessert despite the fact that he was upset with me. He loved me when Leon...Elijah...broke his heart, returning home with tears in his eyes and ending our letters forever. He loved me on Christmas Eve. Before I'd ever said "I love you," he loved me too. If he hadn't...I don't think he would have ever come out with me in the first place that night. He would have never known. Then...I wouldn't either. How long has... I break our kiss, taking a small breath and looking at him with a bit of surprise.* ...How long have you loved me?
Billy: *I stroke a palm down the back of his neck, feeling the soft hairs against my skin as I glance over at the clock on the nightstand before scrunching my face up in concentration.* If we’re talking about how long I’ve known I loved you, then I’d have to say... 334 days, 18 hours, and 34 minutes, approximately. *I nod in satisfaction, smiling at his expression.* But if we’re talking about how long I actually loved you, without even being aware of it... probably closer to 350, 370 days. I’d assume.
Dom: *I suddenly break with astonished laughter, adoring Billy so much that I lean down and nuzzle him with several kisses.* Love... *I laugh on his skin, kissing again before cupping his face softly and finding his gaze.* I mean... *I stop, and allow a little more laughter to come between my thoughts and actually speaking them. My sweetheart- How on earth did he do all of that math? He amazes me more every day. My heart spins delightedly.* I'm sorry, love, I have no idea when that was... *I grin at him, the temptation to laugh slowing briefly.* Maybe if you told me...what happened when you first started loving me?
Billy: You mean you don’t remember? *I try to pretend to be hurt, but it doesn’t last for longer than a split second, and then I’m giggling along with him.* I don’t either, actually. I mean, it’s difficult to pinpoint a distinct moment. *I pause, biting my lip, trying to remember exactly when it was. Hmm...* I suppose if I had to think of an exact moment, I’d say when you told me you were going to stay with me. Up until that point, I still thought you were planning on going back to Britain. That I was going to lose you. *My smile brightens subtly as I remember.* MS told me in a letter you were staying... but until you told me yourself, that afternoon when you were sick and I was sitting with you, I couldn’t be sure. And then you told me, and I knew I’d never have to be alone again.
Dom: *My smile softens suddenly, lovingly, and I can't help but dip down to him again.* Aw, love... *I brush our cheeks together for a moment before leaning back to catch his lips in a small kiss.* I remember that. *My smile begins to return, remembering how I felt so dizzy, lying in bed that first morning I got sick. We were going to see a movie together; our first movie together. But he made me stay home, and took care of me. He sat on the edge of the bed. No... he sat closer to me than that. And I wanted to hold his hand. I lean back now and look into his eyes with slight, smiling wonder. I remember the tiniest things with Billy so vividly. I even remember the taste of the juice he gave me that day.* I don't suppose you imagined being here with me like this... *I reply to him, grinning hesitantly.*
Billy: Certainly not initially, no. *I respond honestly, running my fingers through the hair on the back of his head. Except...* I imagined having MS here like this, though. And I already had you in bed. So I suppose you could say the two situations combined into one. The best possible one. *I plant a kiss on his lower lip, smiling at him in consideration.* When did you first fall in love with me?
Dom: *My smile blooms at his last comment and then fades. When did I first fall in love with you?..., I ask curiously in my own mind. Billy... I thought it was obvious...* The day I met you. *My voice almost sounds surprised; softly surprised. But I think, perhaps, I'm half surprised at myself. I didn't even know I loved him at that time. But now it seems so obvious Surely he knew; he could see it in my eyes when he first took me into his house that day to patch up my cat scratches, and talked to me like he wanted me to stay... I gaze at him without stirring. Didn't we both know then?*
Billy: What? *I whisper incredulously, my eyes widening slowly. The day we met? When he was nearly mauled to death by my cats?* Did you? *I breathe, smile bending quickly as I consider the idea. That day... I was afraid he’d never come back. I was afraid he’d stop delivering my mail. But he came back, day after day. And look what’s become of us now? I really need to give those cats a raise. I mean, a treat.*
Dom: *I nod slightly, my smile drifting back as I see his lips sweetly bend. He remembers it. He knows. And now our entire history is being repainted with the clarity of this one fact... We've been falling in love with each other ever since we first met on his doorstep.* I did. Very much. *I answer him finally, brushing the hair above his ears with my fingers and smiling. Then I remember...* I didn't know it at first... I thought I just needed someone to talk to... *I pause, my smile bending suddenly.* ...so I kept letting myself come back here. To deliver your mail. See how you were doing... As though your circumstances would have changed that drastically in one day, yeah? *I look at him a little embarrassedly. He's silent, and I look for an indication of his feelings. I can't tell... He's listening so patiently, I can't read him.* ...I don't think-... That is... I didn't realise that visiting you was my favourite part of the day. I thought about it all the time. Wondering when I'd see you. What you were doing. ...It made being here... *I pause, holding to him.* Bearable, you know? As much as I thought I wanted to leave...
Billy: *I nod quickly. It was the best part of my day as well. It didn’t seem like such a drastic change, when he came into my life like he did, but now that I look back, I see how much he changed my life for the better, even back in those beginning days.* You thought Margaret was my wife. *I remember suddenly with a giggle, grin spreading from ear to ear.* What a ridiculous notion. You thought she was my wife, and I left her in Scotland.
Dom: *His laughter causes my smile to grow automatically, and I begin to giggle the more that I listen.* Did I? *I tease, pretending to consider it. But my laughter gets the better of me and I just end up looking at him fondly, loving the way his voice changes when he's giggling happily, in my arms.* I was tricked. She deliberately didn't write her relation to you on the card to confuse me. And it didn't help that I was jealously in love with you, either, you know. I would've thought all sorts of things before thinking you'd actually be available for a relationship.
Billy: Margaret Boyd, sister. Or Sister Margaret Boyd. Sounds like a nun. *I giggle uncontrollably, squeezing my eyes shut tightly as I grin.* I’m sorry. I’ll tell her to be more considerate next time. *Opening my eyes slowly, I run my fingers down his spine consideringly.* So, tell me this. Once you’d started writing to me as MS and you found out I was very definitely interested in a relationship, with another man no less, why didn’t you just jump me then and there? I wouldn’t have minded, honest.
Dom: *My brow rises and I smile, goose bumps growing not only from his soft touches running the length of my back, but also simply due to his words. He wouldn't have minded? Was he actually...attracted to me? So, if I had just come into his room one night... for some reason... and ended up, somehow, in his bed, maybe...without clothes on...he would have... not minded? Or could he have...possibly...wanted to come to my room one night?...* Billy... *I laugh a little now, still in a bit of surprise at the both of us.* I let MS steal you away from me, didn't I? ...Bugger. That's what happened, you know. He almost became this other person after a while, and... It was like, me loving you was...trespassing on your relationship with him.
Billy: *I suppose I’ve never really spent the time trying to put myself in Dom’s mindset while he was writing letters for MS. They probably did seem like two completely different people, didn’t they? At least to Dom. While MS was getting all my love, Dom was just getting... me. I don’t suppose I’ve thought of it that way.* You know, now that I think about it... *I respond curiously after a moment’s pause.* ...had you and MS not been the same character, and had you told me you loved me anyway... I probably would have had to dump MS for you.
Dom: *I smile... and then nearly double-take.* You-... *I look at him with surprise now, smile disappeared with this new thought. He would have... Given up those...letters, pretty words, poems, expressions of devotion...to him, from MS... For me. Just some bloke living in his house who never said anything nearly romantic to him, ever, no matter how many times he'd thought about doing it. The one person I thought he'd be least likely to fall in love with, especially after I'd started those bloody letters and got MS mucking up my chances. He would rather...have me? Is he saying that...?* You would-... I mean, even before you'd found out that the letters were from me... *My brow furrows, not understanding.* You loved me more than MS?
Billy: You were real. *I say quietly, nodding to answer his question, fingers tracing his shoulder blades.* MS was words on a piece of paper, lovely words yes, but nothing more than words. I’d just about given up on anything real with MS. But you were here, you were around, you were my best mate. All that was missing from that was the attraction, the romance, and if I’d been honest with myself from the beginning I’d have seen how much I was attracted to you. *I smile and close my eyes, pushing my forehead to his.* All you would have had to say was that you were in love with me, and that you wanted to be with me. In the end, on Christmas Eve, it was you I picked, not MS. I don’t think the letters were really the reason behind why I fell in love with you. Not that they weren’t the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me, but... it was you I fell in love with.
Dom: Bill... *I feel so close to him; when he breathes, I can feel it on my face, and I close my eyes to the touch. He's the sweetest thing I've ever had. And he has his arms around me. He loves me. I never even had to pick up one sheet of paper for those bloody letters... I never had to say one word. And all this time, I thought...he didn't... MS didn't even matter. Oh, Billy... I nuzzle him softly, smiling growing back onto my lips. This is the best thing that I've ever known.* Sweetheart, I... I. *Laughter comes through my mouth softly and I shake my head.* I don't understand... *But I think I do now, more than ever.*
Billy: *My smile grows and I press my nose to his cheek, nuzzling gently.* Of course you do. *I say lovingly. We don’t speak of MS too much these days. And it’s not even that we avoid the subject. It’s just... he’s not an important part of either of our lives anymore. And neither of us mind that at all.* It’s not MS who’s in my bed, in my arms at this very moment. It’s not MS who’s still inside me. *I blink open my eyes to look closely at him, whispering.* It’s you.
Dom: *And I want to be the only one, ever. My eyes search his; the beautiful eyes that I love. I feel myself inside of him and know this is where I'm meant to be; the place I've been shaped my entire life to fit. You'll never have to hurt because no one seems to know you; if there's no one around to love you and fill you up like this. I'm going to be here to do all of those things. I'll be here for the rest of your life.* I'm going to love you forever... *I whisper. My eyes don't even move from his. The space between us is so strong, and we're pressing against it.* I mean it. Forever.
Billy: ‘Till death do us part. Only a lot longer than that. *I affirm quietly, leaning up to kiss him, lips resting against his. There. Now every part of us is connected like it should be. Body and soul. I pull back finally, eyes fluttering open to meet his. Eye contact is important too.* I don’t doubt it.
Dom: *I smile gently now that I have his kiss on my lips. It's there to stay, to wait for the next, and the next, and the next, and to be kept company by all of the others that came before it. What will happen when I kiss him on our wedding day? You would think I'd be full up...but I know that it's only going to open a door to millions to come. Till death do us part... I want to say those words to him. He'll be the only one who can ever take those words from my lips. My eyes flicker in his gaze and I lean in for an impulsive kiss, sighing when I feel that touch and relaxing myself onto him, slowly, slowly, until it's completely silent. I let go, and look at him again, taking him in contentedly.* You were incredible today, Billy Boyd... *I smile and raise my fingers to gently brush his cheeks.* In very, very many ways.
Billy: Mmm, speak for yourself, Mr. Monaghan. *I respond with a bright grin, hands sliding down his back to rest over his bum.* You perfect man... how is it you always know exactly what I need, when I need it? I don’t always even know that.
Dom: Well...I've had a lot of practice finding out what you need. *I answer, smiling cleverly and shifting my weight, reaching a hand behind my back.* ...And it just so happens...that most of what you need coincides with what I want. Now, do you really want me to make love to you again? *I ask with a laugh, finding his hands in my grasp and moving them up from my bum to my back again.* Because I really think you're asking for it.
Billy: *I bite back a grin and try teasingly to slide my hands back to his bum, finally settling with resting them on his lower back.* Can’t help that I fancy your bum like crazy. *I murmur happily, drumming a pattern on his back with my fingers.* And you know I could never honestly say no to that question... though I suppose there’s a place and a time for everything... and since your parents will probably be home soon, I don’t suppose this is it. *I laugh softly, knowing that if it weren’t for that little detail, we’d probably stay in bed and make love for the rest of the day.*
Dom: Which means... *I take a breath, sliding my hands back up Billy's sides and then pressing them into the bed.* ...I should probably get off of you. Make the situation less tempting. *I grin at him happily, teasing, before pushing myself up and feeling his arms slide off of me as I lean back. Ohh, I didn't realise how good that felt. My brow bends as I lift my hips, bending back, slowly pulling out of him. I hate the feeling... I want to be inside of him forever, where it's warm and safe and lovely on all sides. This just feels cold. I come free and sigh, looking down at him where he's lying, his beautiful body. He's always like this afterwards. Glowing. Perfect. Like something wonderful has found him and slipped over him during our act and hasn't yet decided to leave him. Like that kilt. I laugh inside, seeing it still hanging onto him. There it is; that silly thing that started this whole wonderful mess, bunched up in quite a lovely way at his waist. A smile starts on my lips again while I'm watching him and I move carefully to his side, stretching out beside him now and opening my arms for all that I know will enter them as soon as I do.* You're still wearing clothes, sweetheart. *I grin at him.*
Billy: *I roll my eyes, looking down at my body, seeing the kilt bunched up tightly around my waist. What my gran would say now, if she saw me mistreating my nice kilt, only to be worn on special occasions... not the time to start thinking of my gran.* Not my fault you couldn’t wait until I undressed. *I remind teasingly, turning over onto my side and sliding into his arms. I make a face, reaching down to spread out my kilt a little more so I’m not lying uncomfortably on bunches.* I’m going to have to get this dry cleaned. I’m going to have kilt burn!
Dom: *A laugh bubbles out of my mouth and soon I'm giggling madly. I wrap Billy up in my arms and give him a squeeze, tipping my head down to his cheek and kissing him. My Billy the most adorable man alive...* Should I lotion your bum, love? *I ask, teasing, still giggling lightly. I rub my hands over his back, expecting a Look from him and quickly changing the subject.* I think you owe me an explanation... About the kilt...
Billy: I think you should... *I grumble lightly with a smile, tucking myself against him and kissing a trail along his chin.* What do you mean, an explanation? Kilts are meant to be worn during special occasions. I figured if there ever was one, this was it. I’ve not had the chance to wear one in a long time; did I look silly?
Dom: *I pull back, looking at him with a flash of surprise. Is he bloody kidding?? I nearly died at that dinner table, sitting so near to him. Couldn't he feel the heat pouring off my body? My eyes search into his for any sign of teasing, not finding any.* Are you bloody mad? *I ask, using my most extreme stock of honesty, and hoping he won't get the wrong impression.* That kilt-... *Is the sexiest thing I've seen, makes me want to... Oh, Bill.. * ...You looked like bloody sex on legs.
Billy: *I look at him with disbelief, mouth opening and closing rapidly as I feel myself blush a deep pink, and finally I laugh with absurdity, tucking my face against his chest.* Is that why you were acting so odd at dinner? I thought you were just nervous. I really didn’t mean to distract you so. That wasn’t my intention. *I giggle a bit, looking back up at him as soon as I’m sure the pink in my cheeks has died down.* Although I’ll certainly know how to get your attention next time, hmm? *I waggle my eyebrows at him, breaking out into fresh peals of laugher.*
Dom: Not in front of my parents though, yeah? *He laughs and I can't help but laugh with him, grinning from ear to ear as I watch him. He's irresistible when he does it. The way his eyes glitter over. How he curls into my arms embarrassedly. And that colour on his cheeks... I quickly cuddle him close to me and nuzzle his warm skin.* You're gorgeous, Bill. *I giggle, holding him to me.* If you ever wanted to kill me, just put on a kilt and glasses.
Billy: Sounds more like something that would kill me. I’ll get beat up, simply on the grounds of being the nerdiest man alive. *I grin and sit up in bed, fiddling with the fastenings on my kilt until I can get them undone. I peel the garment off and fling it away, sighing in relief as I settle down at his side again, naked. I slide a leg up around his torso and pull us together, cuddling close in his arms and looking closely at him.* I don’t really think I’m ever going to have the desire to kill you, love.
Dom: *I grin at him, wrapping my arms in their place around his lower back and scooting as close as I possibly can. Yeah, this feels right... His familiar bare skin presses to me and I smile even wider. He's never worried of what I'll think of him when he's fully exposed and so close to me. He's the most self-confident person I've ever slept with; or maybe the most trusting. He trusts me...to think he's beautiful, no matter what. And I do. Billy, I do...* I'm glad your intentions aren't...murderous. *I reply softly, with a smile.* It'd be a real gutter to find out you'd married me just to kill me.
Billy: That’d be a real twist, eh? That I married you for your money. *I laugh and press my laughing mouth to his briefly and, finding I like it so much, decide to stay for a little while. I kiss him slowly, deeply, lovingly, my mouth still smiling as I come out of the kiss.* I suppose I could just take all that I’d get from your will out of your wallet now, save myself the trouble of actually killing you. *I grin and rest my head back on the pillow, watching him.*
Dom: Mm... *I sigh, suddenly subdued, lips tingling with the kiss.* Maybe you should wait for my next pay check then, hey? *I grin at him, letting my head sink into my pillow. Or Billy's. ...It doesn't really matter. My hands massage on the small of his back, slowly, knowing how he likes it.* Anyway, if you decide against killing me, you could always just keep me around... You know, for occasions like these.
Billy: *I feel like purring; he knows me so well, knows what I like and where I like it.* Occasions like these, hmm? When there’s a huge mess downstairs in the kitchen to be cleaning up, guests to attend to, and about a thousand other things to do? *I grin and blink slowly at him.* In other words, the exact times when all I want to be doing is making love? *I rest my lips against the corner of his mouth, closing my eyes.* Yes, you’re quite useful for those times. I may keep you around.
Dom: Mm. *I turn my head, that slight tilt that allows me to catch Billy's lips and hold them, kissing like I know he'd like to be kissed. I forget our words, practicing a new communication on his mouth, sure that he'll understand these long, slow strokes... My fingers press down the base of his spine and make little circles with my fingertips. I feel subtly sleepy, rocking myself in the motion. Yes, Billy... Let's fall asleep, love... I want nothing more than to forget the world and go dreaming with you... I'm forgetting the control of my lips, moving them rhythmically but without conscience, tasting his mouth as a lullaby for my senses. What a perfect taste... The sound of a door echoes from downstairs and I jump, breaking from the kiss instantly. The front door... Mum and Dad... There are footsteps and following is the mumble of quiet voices in the entryway, and I listen, even though I know I won't be able to make out their words.* Bullocks. *I whisper to Billy, and my heart sinks a bit. They weren't supposed to actually come back. They were supposed to leave and let Billy and I have a day or more to just lie together and snog; never have to worry about dishes or company again.*
Billy: *I bolt upright in bed as soon as I hear the click of the front door, the sound of hesitant footprints, muffled voices...* Shite... *I breathe. How short was their walk? Surely they can’t have been gone long. I turn to look at the clock. They’ve only been gone... a long time. Shite.* Clothes, Dommie, we need to put on clothes! *I turn to look at him, eyes going wide. It’s going to look so suspicious if we’re both wearing new outfits. But I really don’t want to struggle with the kilt again. And our hair looks dishevelled. And... oh bugger all this can’t be happening...*
Dom: Bill. *I try to get his attention as he turns to the dresser, opening drawers frantically. I sit up on the bed, watching him, wishing he'd just stop for a minute and breathe. We're obviously not going back down there. In all honesty...we stink, we're messy, and there's a ghost of a smile plastered to my lips that isn't about to go away.* Billy. *I try again, his hurried hands digging through a drawer for his trousers.* Billy Boyd. William, this is your naked fiancé speaking... *He takes out a pair of boxers and hops into them quickly, grabbing his trousers next and still paying no attention to anything I'm saying. I mean, I just played the two best cards in my hand with that last sentence and he isn't even turning to give me that Look. It's almost adorable, my beautiful love getting so worked up over my parents. Wouldn't he rather be in bed with me right now than driving himself dizzy running circles like that around the room like that? He pulls on his trousers and fastens them, covering up more of his lovely skin, and I can't take it.* Bill, do you really want to go down there? Try to pretend that we didn't do anything? Mum probably already knows... In fact, I know she knows, Bill. They left to let us... Well... Going down there would just make things weird, yeah? I mean, we don't exactly look like we just went up for some fresh dish towels out of the linen closet. *I pause, tempted to laugh a bit, but he still isn't giving me any attention. I go on, softening my voice.* Let them alone. Let's have a bit more time to... Well, kiss. I want to kiss you. Okay? So come back to bed, silly thing.
Billy: *My movements are never-ceasing, hands already diving for a shirt when he finishes his words. They’ve made it to my ears, though. I know what he’s saying. And the idea that his parents know is terrifying and liberating at the same time. They know... of course they know. They know this isn’t just a marriage of convenience. But still... shoving it in their faces isn’t going to make things any easier. Which is what we’d be doing if we... went downstairs. Damn it. And here I was, sure it’d be worse if we just stayed in bed. Which is an appetizing idea. And perhaps not such a bad one after all. My fingers stop moving and I turn to Dom, putting down the shirt I was about to put on and giving him a look of nervous doubt.* Don’t you think we should go down, just to be good hosts? *My voice isn’t very convincing. I don’t feel convinced. In fact, I step to the edge of the bed, knowing full and well that in doing so I’m giving him permission to undress me and take me back to bed. Which I think is fine by me.*
Dom: *My smile broadens when he finally turns around. And there he is, my defeated little Billy, standing at the end of our bed, wanting so much not to go downstairs. I want to nab him and hug him and pull him back into bed with me this second for it.* No. *I say, a little laugh in my throat. I push myself up from the bed and scoot toward him, stopping in front of him and getting up on my knees. My hands go to his waist, smile reflecting in his eyes where I kneel unsteadily before him.* You're not their host anymore, you're their son-in-law. *I grin cleverly at him, not expecting the rush of emotion that hits me when I hear my own words. My heart leaps and I lean in impulsively to kiss his lips, staying for a while. I pull away, pressing my forehead to his.* ...They can't have you anymore tonight. I claimed you first.
Billy: Selfish... your mother would scold you for that, you know. *I murmur, heaving a great, contented sigh. It doesn’t take long to convince me, not when I have a naked fiancé who very much wants to take me back to bed and kiss me. Can’t argue with that... logic. I tip my mouth forward, catching his lips with mine again as my hands return to the button of my trousers, only breaking the kiss once I’ve undone them, pushing them and my boxers off quickly, holding out my arms.* Take me back to bed, then.
Dom: *My smile spreads from ear to ear, hands sliding onto his bare skin again, feeling how soft it is - much softer than boxers and trousers and other things that aren't allowed in our bed. I lean in with a grin and wrap him in my arms, feeling him wrap me up as well. And soon I'm tugging him gently back onto the bed, laughing softly as we stumble over the duvet and holding onto him as we sink back into the cushions and our pillows. I look at him as I nestle back into place, close to his warmth, and smile when our gazes connect.* Well, here you are. *I tease, watching his little grin, heart beating with fascination. I can't believe my Billy just neglected my parents for kisses. I love him so much.*
Billy: *I grin and nuzzle close, quickly bringing us back to the point we were before I panicked, right where we should be. It’s as if nothing’s changed at all... except for the fact that there are now two more people in the house. But I don’t mind. They’ll understand.* Here we are... *I respond with a light sigh, reaching a hand up to trace his cheek slowly, fingertips lingeringly worshipping ever inch of skin. I raise my eyebrows.* So, are you going to kiss me or what? That was part of the bargain, if I remember correctly.
Dom: Was it? *I ask, and almost automatically lean into his lips with a smile. And gradually my smile dissipates. Then there's nothing left but our kiss. His lips moving on mine, mine on his, lovingly, slowly, with all of the weight of this day relieved from our bodies; the way we made love this evening. The way my heart flew like I'll never forget. The way we knew each other so well and learned each other all at the same time. I love this day. I love Billy like I never have. So I kiss him like I never have, and keep kissing him despite the hour, the dishes in the sink, and my parents, who I know will understand and love us both. I kiss him, holding him, continually thinking, I am so thankful for Billy Boyd...*