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fellowshippers2004-11-20 09:54 pm
sunsetmog.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-11-20 09:54 pm
Fic: Cake (parts 1-5)
Fic: Cake
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sunsetmog
Pairing: Billy Boyd / Dominic Monaghan / Elijah Wood
Disclaimer: Fiction. Not fact.
Inspired after a conversation withabbichicken, when she suggested that the phrase "wallowing in cake crumbs" wasn't used often enough in daily life. She challenged me to rectify that, by making cake sexy. Ahem. So far I've only posted this to my fic journal, but it has been suggested that I post it here. So, here are the links to the first four parts:
One [Dom chucked him his car keys. "Looks like it. Come on, come back to mine. We'll have cake."]
Two [With a hand that shook slightly in the evening warmth, Elijah began to cut the fruit cake, cherries and sultanas spilling out and crumbling against the plate.]
Three [Elijah's hand stilled, his mouth open. He wanted to be a part of that.]
Four [“Golden syrup cake?” Dom’s smile curled up at the edges, heavy with intent.]
And here is the newest part: Five [There was something about how he experienced the taste, the flavour, the consistency, which made Dom’s thoughts twist and curl and melt in his mind, haphazard thought processes which darted and slowed and stilled and rushed.]
Author:
sunsetmogPairing: Billy Boyd / Dominic Monaghan / Elijah Wood
Disclaimer: Fiction. Not fact.
Inspired after a conversation with
abbichicken, when she suggested that the phrase "wallowing in cake crumbs" wasn't used often enough in daily life. She challenged me to rectify that, by making cake sexy. Ahem. So far I've only posted this to my fic journal, but it has been suggested that I post it here. So, here are the links to the first four parts:One [Dom chucked him his car keys. "Looks like it. Come on, come back to mine. We'll have cake."]
Two [With a hand that shook slightly in the evening warmth, Elijah began to cut the fruit cake, cherries and sultanas spilling out and crumbling against the plate.]
Three [Elijah's hand stilled, his mouth open. He wanted to be a part of that.]
Four [“Golden syrup cake?” Dom’s smile curled up at the edges, heavy with intent.]
And here is the newest part: Five [There was something about how he experienced the taste, the flavour, the consistency, which made Dom’s thoughts twist and curl and melt in his mind, haphazard thought processes which darted and slowed and stilled and rushed.]