FICLET: David Duchovny Grows A Moustache
APRIL FOOL'S. HAR HAR.
Author: vensre
Starring: Dom+Billy
Rating: G
Notes: Silly title suggested by _skulking_. :D
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"Heels down, remember?"
Dom readjusted his posture, cursing the long long list of things he was supposed to be keeping in mind and the mind that refused to keep them. His horse lowered her head to crop at the grass, eyeing him insolently.
"No! She might choke with that bit in, pull her head up..." Billy guided his own horse, a liver chestnut, to an easy halt and swung down. He patted her neck affectionately as he tethered her to the fence, then turned to assess Dom's predicament. "Hands off the pommel. Put 'em up here, by the neck. No, lower yet. There. And flip the reins on the left, ye're holding 'em backwards. And... Ach. Just scoot up."
Before Dom could process any of this, Billy was seated snugly behind him in the saddle. Billy made some kind of clicking noise with his teeth, and they were moving again, the horse acting as though she had never been plotting Dom's demise at all. He shook his head, amazed at having been shown up so thoroughly by his new friend. "Thanks, mate. I was wondering, though. Didn't you mention you were afraid of heights? Isn't this just another kind of heights?"
"More like," Billy said, in a voice that made the back of Dom's neck prickle most pleasantly, "just another kind of symbiosis."
:~
Author: vensre
Starring: Dom+Billy
Rating: G
Notes: Silly title suggested by _skulking_. :D
~:
"Heels down, remember?"
Dom readjusted his posture, cursing the long long list of things he was supposed to be keeping in mind and the mind that refused to keep them. His horse lowered her head to crop at the grass, eyeing him insolently.
"No! She might choke with that bit in, pull her head up..." Billy guided his own horse, a liver chestnut, to an easy halt and swung down. He patted her neck affectionately as he tethered her to the fence, then turned to assess Dom's predicament. "Hands off the pommel. Put 'em up here, by the neck. No, lower yet. There. And flip the reins on the left, ye're holding 'em backwards. And... Ach. Just scoot up."
Before Dom could process any of this, Billy was seated snugly behind him in the saddle. Billy made some kind of clicking noise with his teeth, and they were moving again, the horse acting as though she had never been plotting Dom's demise at all. He shook his head, amazed at having been shown up so thoroughly by his new friend. "Thanks, mate. I was wondering, though. Didn't you mention you were afraid of heights? Isn't this just another kind of heights?"
"More like," Billy said, in a voice that made the back of Dom's neck prickle most pleasantly, "just another kind of symbiosis."
:~