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This is part one of a series of ficlets that I hope to continue.
PAIRING: Domlijah
RATING: M15
DISCLAIMER: I made it up.
Elijah is filming in Asia, and Dom has gone with him...
Waiting for Elijah is like waiting for the rain.
He goes out to the set every morning before Dom is awake. Dom stays in the hotel room and gets hot. He waits in a sweat, too opressed to move. His lims are leaden, the only part of his body that wants to move is his heart that beats heavily, steadily, too large in his chest.
He waits, spread on the couch, feeling the sweat slick between his back and the leather where his singlet has ridden up. He could pull it down again. Or not.
Still he waits. The day becomes heavier as it gets older.
He could ring for a glass of ice from the kitchen. He could go outside and find a breeze. But instead he waits, here on the sticky leather couch, with his loose cotton house pants sticking to the backs of his legs.
Elijah arrives home like the rains of the monsoon. The relief Dom’s prayed for.
He lets Lij’s kisses fall on him with all the ecstacy of a child standing open-mouthed in the rain - eyes closed, arms wide.
At first they make love with intensity, Dom feels that he could never drink in all the love that Elijah pours out for him. It lies over him, like a blanket of water on the dry earth that thirsts for it but forgets how to let it in.
Sooner or later water always finds it’s level, seeping into the deep, dry places, cooling, quenching.
Elijah leaves in the early hours of the morning, leaving Dom dreaming restlessly in a tangle of blue sheets. He knows how Dom needs him. He knows that tomorrow, when the clouds pile upon each other, blackly in the sky, and the air is thick and moist, he’ll come in through that door, and Dom will be waiting.
Comments very welcome.
PAIRING: Domlijah
RATING: M15
DISCLAIMER: I made it up.
Elijah is filming in Asia, and Dom has gone with him...
Waiting for Elijah is like waiting for the rain.
He goes out to the set every morning before Dom is awake. Dom stays in the hotel room and gets hot. He waits in a sweat, too opressed to move. His lims are leaden, the only part of his body that wants to move is his heart that beats heavily, steadily, too large in his chest.
He waits, spread on the couch, feeling the sweat slick between his back and the leather where his singlet has ridden up. He could pull it down again. Or not.
Still he waits. The day becomes heavier as it gets older.
He could ring for a glass of ice from the kitchen. He could go outside and find a breeze. But instead he waits, here on the sticky leather couch, with his loose cotton house pants sticking to the backs of his legs.
Elijah arrives home like the rains of the monsoon. The relief Dom’s prayed for.
He lets Lij’s kisses fall on him with all the ecstacy of a child standing open-mouthed in the rain - eyes closed, arms wide.
At first they make love with intensity, Dom feels that he could never drink in all the love that Elijah pours out for him. It lies over him, like a blanket of water on the dry earth that thirsts for it but forgets how to let it in.
Sooner or later water always finds it’s level, seeping into the deep, dry places, cooling, quenching.
Elijah leaves in the early hours of the morning, leaving Dom dreaming restlessly in a tangle of blue sheets. He knows how Dom needs him. He knows that tomorrow, when the clouds pile upon each other, blackly in the sky, and the air is thick and moist, he’ll come in through that door, and Dom will be waiting.
Comments very welcome.
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He lets Lij’s kisses fall on him with all the ecstacy of a child standing open-mouthed in the rain - eyes closed, arms wide. Especially pretty. You get an immediate sense/imagery of the scene happening with just a few lines. Very nice.
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