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Fireworks - Domlijah (NC13)
Fireworks
By Saura
Domlijah
NC13
**Warnings: a lot of swearing words.
AN: Inspired by [this ], [this ] and [this ]. Farewell Fireworks for the festival-week of my town. I hate fireworks. Can’t stand them for the life of me. Uh. And yes. I did the pics myself.
To![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
malli_. Because it’s fluff like nothing else.
Wonderful betaed and set into proper English by Godessdvactriz *bowns before her in silent respect*
X-posted in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
domlijah, fellow_shippers and my journal. Again, sorry for that.
//
They are sitting on the ground, surrounded by loads of people. Dom, Billy, Lijah, Viggo, Liv, Kate, John, Ian, Peter, Orli... everybody. It’s Wellington’s farewell to the Great Week Festivals. Fireworks time.
Elijah sips from his beer far too often and gazes at the dark sky with fearing eyes. Dom has noticed this. And is grinning.
“What?” Elijah asks looking at him.
“Nothing” Dominic answers, then turns to talk with Billy.
//
The street lights start to fade away, and Elijah gasps. He starts fidgeting, and sips a little more frequently. His big blue eyes widen looking at the sky. The moon is full, and it’s in the middle of the sky.
“When the fireworks start, we’re gonna have a gorgeous view with the full moon right in the middle of them...” Dom comments casually as he sits beside Elijah. It was though he had been able to read Elijah’s thoughts.
“Uh?” Elijah looks at him. In the dark, it’s impossible to distinguish the colors of Dom’s eyes.
The first firework is launched, announcing what is about to come next, and Elijah can’t help but to close his eyes and wince at the light and the strong, sharp, thundering sound.
Dom laughs openly.
“You’re afraid of fireworks!” he says, amused.
“I’m not!” Elijah almost yells in his defence.
“I can’t believe you’re afraid of them...” Dom muses looking at him. Elijah opens his mouth to answer, but Dom continues. “You must be the only yank afraid of fireworks! Where do you hide on the 4th of July, man?” Dom laughs.
“Fuck you!” Elijah turns red.
Because he hides under his bed.
The second firework is shot, and catches Elijah by surprise. The light and the noise make him tightly close his eyes and wince again, more visibly this time. Dominic’s laugh rises, and Elijah wonders about what the bloody hell is so fucking funny!
And ten seconds later (Elijah has counted them down), the Fireworks Festival starts.
//
Elijah knows which one is the moment he hates the most. And it’s not the very beginning of the Fireworks Festival.
He can stand the first round, incredible blue-white-red-violet rings of fire and noise that populate the night sky. He can stand them without needing to close his eyes... much.
He is not sure when he had started to move until he is so close to Dom they are almost touching. But by the time that first round of fireworks is making it seem like it’s daylight again, Elijah is able to hide his eyes in Dom’s shoulder from the light.
Which he’s not going to do. No. Not even the loud thunderous noise that is making him jolt in fear. No.
But he does. He hides and jolts.
And surprisingly, Dom does not laugh. Does not tease. Does not move. At all.
//
“Oh my God! Lijah! Look! They are making heart shapes!!!!” Dom yells over the noise. His hand lightly touches Elijah’s cheek, calling him. “Look!”
Elijah risks a look at the sky. And it’s true. The full moon is in the middle of two bright red hearts almost joined. It would be beautiful if it wasn’t for the noise of explosions. Elijah jumps and then shivers when three more red hearts explode into the sky.
He can hear “ooooo”’s and “beautiful”’s coming from the rest of the people around him, but hell if he finds them really awe inspiring or “beautiful” for that matter.
Another round of fireworks that explodes in the air and falls down like golden palms on fire comes along without stopping. And if the public still doesn’t fear that those might fall onto them, a furious row of pure-white thunder bolts is shooting along with the golden palms, all together, without ceasing, invading the sky and covering the moon. And sounding like they are raging a war. There are so many, so bloody many, and so close, too close...
Fuck!
Elijah’s head turns so as not to see the fireworks, which seem like they are right upon the people, and like they are going to be eaten by them.
And Elijah’s head finds its way to Dom’s strong arm, which suddenly surrounds him and presses him tight.
“Don’t be afraid... They cannot harm you” Dom murmurs close to his ear.
“Fuck you!” Elijah’s voice trembles and his whole body shakes.
Because he knows: The worst part is yet to come.
//
And right then it starts. The moment Elijah fears more than any other. The grand finale.
Red hearts, and golden palms, circles of fire and color, and white-light-bombs all thunder together in the sky without stopping, until they convert the night into day.
And all of the noise in the sky makes the ground shake like it does during an earthquake.
“God!” Elijah whimpers, pressing himself as close to Dom as possible, wrapping his arms around Dominic’s body, shivering.
All of a sudden there’s a hand under Elijah’s chin, obligating his head to lift, and Elijah tries to fight it. He doesn’t want to look, he wants the noise to stop, the fireworks to end, please, please, please!
But the hand pulls up with more strength. And Elijah presses his lids together tighter and shakes with the noise and the light he can see even through his closed eyes.
Everything happens as fast as the whole collection of fireworks explode in the sky.
In the small space that now exists between Elijah’s head and Dom’s body, Dom manages to move his own head. Dom’s mouth manages to be close enough.
Their lips perceive each other.
And suddenly Elijah can’t hear anything but the murmured “I love you” that is breathed over his lips. He opens his eyes to find that the light from the fireworks is beautifully illuminating a pair of grey eyes that are looking right into his own.
Elijah moves his head and presses their lips together a little. He moves backwards, but Dom’s head follows and presses them together again. And the next move is a jerk from Elijah frontward, searching avidly, opening his mouth, opening Dom’s with his tongue.
Dom’s welcome hungry groan sounds louder deep inside Elijah’s body than any firework would ever be able to. And Elijah shivers in Dominic’s arms, but it’s not because of the fireworks...
... fireworks that get louder, that get brighter while they kiss...
... fireworks that suddenly end, leaving the sky grey and the full moon scared.
People start to applause and yell and cheer about how beautiful the fireworks had been. And Elijah claps and yells and whistles that yeah!, they were the most beautiful he had ever seen.
//
On the way back home, in the back part of Sean’s car, Dominic, pasted in the middle between Billy and Elijah, plays with the palm of Elijah’s hand and smiles. And Elijah knows he’s grinning silly but he can’t help himself.
When he imagined his first kiss, his first kiss with Dominic, he had thought Dom would taste so delicious, that the kiss would be so perfect, he would be able to hear fireworks going off all around him. Like in the best of romantic novels.
He giggles.
“What?” Sean asks looking at him through the rear mirror.
“Nothing” Elijah answers looking at him, then inclining his head to look at the union of his hand with Dom’s, who immediately presses him lightly, knowing the rest are unaware of that union. “Great fireworks...” Elijah adds in a murmur after a while.
“I thought you were afraid of them” Dominic teases him aloud. And the rest laugh.
“Fuck you” Elijah answers without looking at them, but smiling wider.
Dom leans closer to him. “Anything to stop your fear for fireworks, love” he tells really quiet in Elijah’s ear.
And Elijah’s silly smile turns immediately into a seductive, devilish one.
[the end]
By Saura
Domlijah
NC13
**Warnings: a lot of swearing words.
AN: Inspired by [this ], [this ] and [this ]. Farewell Fireworks for the festival-week of my town. I hate fireworks. Can’t stand them for the life of me. Uh. And yes. I did the pics myself.
To
malli_. Because it’s fluff like nothing else.Wonderful betaed and set into proper English by Godess
dvactriz *bowns before her in silent respect*X-posted in
domlijah, fellow_shippers and my journal. Again, sorry for that.//
They are sitting on the ground, surrounded by loads of people. Dom, Billy, Lijah, Viggo, Liv, Kate, John, Ian, Peter, Orli... everybody. It’s Wellington’s farewell to the Great Week Festivals. Fireworks time.
Elijah sips from his beer far too often and gazes at the dark sky with fearing eyes. Dom has noticed this. And is grinning.
“What?” Elijah asks looking at him.
“Nothing” Dominic answers, then turns to talk with Billy.
//
The street lights start to fade away, and Elijah gasps. He starts fidgeting, and sips a little more frequently. His big blue eyes widen looking at the sky. The moon is full, and it’s in the middle of the sky.
“When the fireworks start, we’re gonna have a gorgeous view with the full moon right in the middle of them...” Dom comments casually as he sits beside Elijah. It was though he had been able to read Elijah’s thoughts.
“Uh?” Elijah looks at him. In the dark, it’s impossible to distinguish the colors of Dom’s eyes.
The first firework is launched, announcing what is about to come next, and Elijah can’t help but to close his eyes and wince at the light and the strong, sharp, thundering sound.
Dom laughs openly.
“You’re afraid of fireworks!” he says, amused.
“I’m not!” Elijah almost yells in his defence.
“I can’t believe you’re afraid of them...” Dom muses looking at him. Elijah opens his mouth to answer, but Dom continues. “You must be the only yank afraid of fireworks! Where do you hide on the 4th of July, man?” Dom laughs.
“Fuck you!” Elijah turns red.
Because he hides under his bed.
The second firework is shot, and catches Elijah by surprise. The light and the noise make him tightly close his eyes and wince again, more visibly this time. Dominic’s laugh rises, and Elijah wonders about what the bloody hell is so fucking funny!
And ten seconds later (Elijah has counted them down), the Fireworks Festival starts.
//
Elijah knows which one is the moment he hates the most. And it’s not the very beginning of the Fireworks Festival.
He can stand the first round, incredible blue-white-red-violet rings of fire and noise that populate the night sky. He can stand them without needing to close his eyes... much.
He is not sure when he had started to move until he is so close to Dom they are almost touching. But by the time that first round of fireworks is making it seem like it’s daylight again, Elijah is able to hide his eyes in Dom’s shoulder from the light.
Which he’s not going to do. No. Not even the loud thunderous noise that is making him jolt in fear. No.
But he does. He hides and jolts.
And surprisingly, Dom does not laugh. Does not tease. Does not move. At all.
//
“Oh my God! Lijah! Look! They are making heart shapes!!!!” Dom yells over the noise. His hand lightly touches Elijah’s cheek, calling him. “Look!”
Elijah risks a look at the sky. And it’s true. The full moon is in the middle of two bright red hearts almost joined. It would be beautiful if it wasn’t for the noise of explosions. Elijah jumps and then shivers when three more red hearts explode into the sky.
He can hear “ooooo”’s and “beautiful”’s coming from the rest of the people around him, but hell if he finds them really awe inspiring or “beautiful” for that matter.
Another round of fireworks that explodes in the air and falls down like golden palms on fire comes along without stopping. And if the public still doesn’t fear that those might fall onto them, a furious row of pure-white thunder bolts is shooting along with the golden palms, all together, without ceasing, invading the sky and covering the moon. And sounding like they are raging a war. There are so many, so bloody many, and so close, too close...
Fuck!
Elijah’s head turns so as not to see the fireworks, which seem like they are right upon the people, and like they are going to be eaten by them.
And Elijah’s head finds its way to Dom’s strong arm, which suddenly surrounds him and presses him tight.
“Don’t be afraid... They cannot harm you” Dom murmurs close to his ear.
“Fuck you!” Elijah’s voice trembles and his whole body shakes.
Because he knows: The worst part is yet to come.
//
And right then it starts. The moment Elijah fears more than any other. The grand finale.
Red hearts, and golden palms, circles of fire and color, and white-light-bombs all thunder together in the sky without stopping, until they convert the night into day.
And all of the noise in the sky makes the ground shake like it does during an earthquake.
“God!” Elijah whimpers, pressing himself as close to Dom as possible, wrapping his arms around Dominic’s body, shivering.
All of a sudden there’s a hand under Elijah’s chin, obligating his head to lift, and Elijah tries to fight it. He doesn’t want to look, he wants the noise to stop, the fireworks to end, please, please, please!
But the hand pulls up with more strength. And Elijah presses his lids together tighter and shakes with the noise and the light he can see even through his closed eyes.
Everything happens as fast as the whole collection of fireworks explode in the sky.
In the small space that now exists between Elijah’s head and Dom’s body, Dom manages to move his own head. Dom’s mouth manages to be close enough.
Their lips perceive each other.
And suddenly Elijah can’t hear anything but the murmured “I love you” that is breathed over his lips. He opens his eyes to find that the light from the fireworks is beautifully illuminating a pair of grey eyes that are looking right into his own.
Elijah moves his head and presses their lips together a little. He moves backwards, but Dom’s head follows and presses them together again. And the next move is a jerk from Elijah frontward, searching avidly, opening his mouth, opening Dom’s with his tongue.
Dom’s welcome hungry groan sounds louder deep inside Elijah’s body than any firework would ever be able to. And Elijah shivers in Dominic’s arms, but it’s not because of the fireworks...
... fireworks that get louder, that get brighter while they kiss...
... fireworks that suddenly end, leaving the sky grey and the full moon scared.
People start to applause and yell and cheer about how beautiful the fireworks had been. And Elijah claps and yells and whistles that yeah!, they were the most beautiful he had ever seen.
//
On the way back home, in the back part of Sean’s car, Dominic, pasted in the middle between Billy and Elijah, plays with the palm of Elijah’s hand and smiles. And Elijah knows he’s grinning silly but he can’t help himself.
When he imagined his first kiss, his first kiss with Dominic, he had thought Dom would taste so delicious, that the kiss would be so perfect, he would be able to hear fireworks going off all around him. Like in the best of romantic novels.
He giggles.
“What?” Sean asks looking at him through the rear mirror.
“Nothing” Elijah answers looking at him, then inclining his head to look at the union of his hand with Dom’s, who immediately presses him lightly, knowing the rest are unaware of that union. “Great fireworks...” Elijah adds in a murmur after a while.
“I thought you were afraid of them” Dominic teases him aloud. And the rest laugh.
“Fuck you” Elijah answers without looking at them, but smiling wider.
Dom leans closer to him. “Anything to stop your fear for fireworks, love” he tells really quiet in Elijah’s ear.
And Elijah’s silly smile turns immediately into a seductive, devilish one.
[the end]
this is wonderful
*dances with glee and celebration*
*will NEVER see fireworks now as anything but that kiss*
*bows and kisses your hand*
Re: this is wonderful
Thank you! What a lovely comment. I'm glad you liked it.
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just
that
=P
ps: my Elijah is more lovely than yours. Admit it. =P
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but yes, at the moment, your Elijah is a little tiny bit more lovely than mine.
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btw... want a challenge???? I challenge you to write a fic for me that must content the sentence "Is it all right if I kiss you?" and it must be said by Elijah. I left the rest up to you.
[pocker face]
Deal?????
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How long do I have, I'm kind in the middle of exams at the moment...
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A week is all right? Ok-ok... you can take as long as you want, but I marry the 17th, and after that, I won't be online until 13th October (more or less). So a week, or a whole month.
Though I would love it as wedding present, if you know what I mean [puts a cute-puppy-face]
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Well, I will try...
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Ok - I'll wait. :)
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and, can it be very funny?
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*takes a popcorn giant cube to wait for the fic*
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A Giant popcorn packet-box-that-thing-you-take-to-cinema sounds like more english????? =P
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well, enjoy the "cube" and I hope it lasts about a week.
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*takes cookie*
It's always inspiring that someone tells you something like "expect to read even more wonderful works from you". :) really inspiring. Thanks again.
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thank you
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When it was written I thought maybe it was TOO fluffy. So twice glad to know you liked it. :)