Anniversary fic
Title: Silver
Author: Pippins Penny
Rating: PG 13 at the most for SCHMOOPYNESS!
Summary: Dom reflects on his anniversary
A/N: forgive me! SCHMOOPY!!!!!
Beta’d by loulabelle88
British beta’d by Elaine
On to schmoopyness....
Twenty five years, I remember with a soft smile as I set the table with our best linen. It has been twenty five years to the day since I first laid eyes on him. Funny… at the time he seemed so mature and worldly to me. But looking back now I can see what a happy, sweet, excited, young lad he really was, with sparkling green eyes, a quick wit and such innocence. I think I fell in love with him that day.
“DOMINIC MONAGHAN!” Came the yells from the wardrobe room. I was nervous about meeting them. They had already had some time to establish relationships with each other. Here I was, the new guy again. Well, it was a role I was used to playing.
I walked in bravely producing my biggest and cheekiest, shit eating grin for them. I knew I looked ridiculous with my hair buzzed off. It just made my goofy ears and nose look more ludicrous.
I held my breath as I walked in and greeted them. I recognized Elijah and even Astin straight away, but that other one, the smaller one with the pouty lips and the baby face… he must be Billy… Billy Boyd. So he is to be my Pippin, very nice indeed. I felt the smile on my face stretch ear to ear.
Elijah assaulted me first with his clove-smoke stench-filled hug. Astin stepped in next with a handshake and a manly side hug, then lastly Billy. My sweet, sweet, Billy. We embraced tightly, he kissed my cheek and I his. We both knew that we were to mean so much to each other on the movie. But we had no idea how much we would come to mean to each other off the set or that we would end up spending the rest of our lives together.
As Elijah chattered nervously and Astin went on about something that I can’t remember now, I looked at Billy who was returning my glance. Even though he was smiling, I could tell that he was nervous too. Neither of us had been in anything anywhere near this big before. To make things even more terrifying for me, there stood the bloke I would be very closely spending the next fifteen plus months with. The whole thing was petrifying. We jolly well better get along with each other!
“Wanna get out of here and get a drink?” He shyly asked me. We left and had a late lunch with drinks. He kicked my arse at pool, which then turned into dinner and more drinking. We were rarely apart after that.
Fast forward twenty five years later and we have a little beach house in New Zealand. We spend our evenings sitting on the porch holding hands and watching the sunset. Billy and I still love to surf, we cook dinners together, and I help him with his crossword puzzles.
Now look at me! Here I am, scurrying about like a nervous seventeen year old girl with fresh flowers on the table, romantic music playing, and his favorite dinner and champagne.
I don’t even expect he will remember this anniversary; he has a hard enough time remembering birthdays and regular holidays. And this is not one we usually celebrate either. But twenty five years of having the privileged of knowing Billy Boyd intimately! Now that is something special and worth celebrating.
Then I hear the door open, my man is home!
With Dean Martin crooning on our stereo, I dance up to him with a rose clenched in my teeth. Grabbing him by his waist and shoulder, I spin him around our lounge. Billy is laughing and pleased, and I am so fucking in love. All I want to do is to keep him happy and well loved and give that man the best years of his life. I think I have done okay for the most part of a quarter of a century! Not that we haven’t have our rows, mind you. Anyone who lives with me is gonna have to mix it up every once in a while. I can be a right bastard, but the rough times are few and far between, and oddly, it always seems to bring us even closer. His lovely easygoing manner seems to balance me.
“Shall we shag now or shag later?” I whisper in his ear doing my best Austin Powers voice.
“What’s all of this?” He says as he dips me, and for the first time notices the table set with dinner and fresh flowers. “What’s the occasion my Dommie dearest?” he murmurs into the crook of my neck. He spins me around and presses our bodies together sending shivers down my spine.
“Can’t I treat my man to a special night once in a while?” I say innocently as I kiss and nibble his neck, smelling his aftershave. I am already getting hard.
“Mmmmm… Shag now” he moans as I cup his hard cock in my hand and kiss my way to those lips. I wrap my leg around him as we stand there making out in the middle of the lounge. I love seducing him. “Come… follow me.” I take his hand and lead him into our bedroom where I slowly undress him and we make love.
Afterwards, I slip away to fetch us our dinner in bed. When I return with the tray, there is a small box sitting on my pillow. Billy has his hand up to his mouth, biting a nail, but he cannot hide his huge smile and fuck if he doesn’t still looks like a twelve year old sometimes! The crinkles around his eyes may be deeper, but I love them and I must have kissed each one a thousand times.
“Billy, Billy, Billy… what have you gone and done, my love?” I ask as I excitedly put the tray on the bed and reach for the small silver box.
“Happy anniversary, my Dommie-face.” He says sounding bemused as he watches me shred the paper off the box like a child on Christmas morning.
I open the box to find a beautiful silver bracelet; inscribed with the words “My Love, my Dom, my Life” Twenty five years and that man never stops surprising me.
“Isn’t a twenty fifth anniversary silver? You didn’t think I would forget twenty five years of having the privilege of loving you, did you?” He hoarsely whispers, and we both wipe away a tear. Damn, we get more sentimental each year, in another ten years we will just be bloody crying all the time.
I still to this day cannot quite believe that he chose me to spend his life with. There are so many more beautiful, and I am sure much more suitable people to help with his crossword puzzles than I. But for some reason, he seems to want me. I shall not torture myself or tempt the love gods with questions of ‘why me’ anymore. I’ll just continue to be thankful and try to prove myself worthy everyday.
We still make occasional movies; and Billy is very busy directing at our local theater and from time to time, he treats everyone by acting as well. We both are still very active in our charity work and sometimes for fun; we’ll do conventions together as well, especially if we can meet up with our old friends.
What little hair he has left is a beautiful soft silver and he has a cute little beer belly. He is still in amazingly good shape and I have never loved him more than I do today. He still manages to charm and captivate both the birds and blokes with that beautiful face and his captivating wit.
I too, have put on a few pounds, my hair is almost completely grey now, and my forehead seems to have gown a bit longer as well. Alas, the ravages of time have gotten even to me. But Billy doesn’t seemed to notice, if anything we are more comfortable with our bodies, and each other now than we were in our thirties.
But mostly, we are two middle-aged blokes with a rich history of a life time of amazing memories together. We are so blessed, we have more friends than we can count, we’re more in love everyday and we still shag each other senseless once a week… twice this week!