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This is the 13th and last chapter to a series called Night Shoots. You can find the previous chapters here.
Title: Night Shoots.
Pairing: Dom/Lij
Rating: The entire series is NC-17
Archive: Mine. Anywhere else, ask first.
Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sweetexplosions for the beta.
Chapter 13
“Jesse,” I say, his fingers going up and down the fabric of my shirt, “And you can use it for a boy or a girl.”
“Nah,” he says, “Too tacky.”
“Tacky?” I ask, “What the hell is there tacky about the name Jesse?”
He totally ignores my question and says, “Ainsley. Both for boy and girl.”
“I like it for a girl, but not for a boy,” I answer.
“Why not?” he asks surprised.
He settles his head better on my stomach, plucking little blades of grass and slowly letting them trickle through his fingers onto my arm.
“Too girly,” I answer softly, closing my eyes.
“Yeah?” he asks.
I nod and everything stays quiet for a couple of seconds. I feel a little bug-like tickle on my arm but his fingers swiftly bat it away.
“Lij, you know what we’re doing?” he suddenly asks amused.
“We’re laying in the park, silly,” I answer giggly.
“No,” he says and I can just feel the smile in his voice, “We’re picking out names for our kids.”
I look up at the sky, vision blurred from the bright sun.
“You think I’m the person you want to have kids with?” I ask in all sincerity.
I’m glad for the pause. The fact that he’s not giving me a hotheaded answer.
“Yeah,” he whispers, “You’re that person.”
I try to visualize it. Toys under the couch. Little feet thudding on the floor. A little person curled up in Dom’s arms. Yeah… that sounds nice.
“I love you,” I say, my eyes closed as I feel the rays of sunlight almost too warm on my face.
He lifts his head, crawls a little higher in the grass, his eyes meeting mine.
“But am I the one you want to have kids with?” he asks, his gaze not letting go of mine.
Raising kids with Dom means spending the rest of our lives together. It means being a family. It means growing old together.
“I could never picture myself ten or fifteen years later,” I answer truthfully, “I could never see myself growing old with someone. Loving someone for ever and ever.”
“And now?” he asks. No worry or nervousness in his voice. Just calm and curiosity.
“Now there’s you,” I say.
My hand strokes his cheek, my eyes following the path of my fingers before staring back in his.
“And you’re the only one I can imagine ten years down the line,” I continue, “Twenty years. Fifty. You’re the only one I can imagine holding a kid of mine. God Dom, I picture you with a baby in your arms. Our baby.”
And I know I have to stop myself now, before I start weeping like a little kid.
“You’re a sap,” he smiles, pretending to mock me but his lips crushing against mine and his fingers nearly bruising mine as they entwine give away the emotion going through his body. His tongue pushes through as I curl my free hand—the one not holding his—in his hair. His kiss is forceful and passionate. I love it when Dom gets passionate. And he gets passionate about me. He loves me. I don’t think anybody’s ever loved me the way Dom does. And I don’t want anybody to love me like that. Because this… what we share, it’s ours. Dom and me. And nobody else’s. Nobody can touch this.
He shifts, lying half on top of me, his kiss so heated it’s gonna leave us wanting for more. So I break away. His lips against mine as he whispers, hot breath against my skin, “What you do to me, Lij… noone knows.”
And it sounds like a song, or maybe it is. And if I ever remember which song, it’ll be our song, forever.
“I know,” I answer and his breath slides over my face, his lips against my ear as he murmurs, “And you’re the only one that matters.”
And I resist the urge to say “And you’re calling me a sap?” as much as I fight the tears forming in my eyes. He slides his leg between my thighs as he slides his fingertips over my knuckles.
I stifle a moan when his knee presses up, discovering me half-hard already.
“How fast do you think we can make it home?” I whisper, eyes squeezed shut against the burning sun and the incredible desire for him.
“We’ll never make it,” he answers husky, deliberately pushing down.
I feel his right hand slip free from mine and I know where it’s destined to go, so I grab it. Squeeze it.
“No, Dom.” I say.
“I want you,” he whispers.
“You have me,” I answer, “In each and every way.”
He grumbles as he pulls his hand free, and before I know it he’s cupping me through my pants. I buck my hips.
“Dom, no,” I moan, “We can’t.”
“There’s nobody around,” he answers sly.
“We’re in the park,” I say, trying to pull away but his hand is firm on my body, “We can get arrested.”
“Think of all the lovely things we can do when we’re alone in a cell together…” he teases, gently nipping my earlobe.
“Monaghan!” I exclaim grinning, pushing him off me. I must’ve taken him by surprise ‘cause that went easy. I pin him down with my hands on his shoulders.
“Think of all the lovely things Pete will say when he finds out why we’re in jail when he comes to bail us out.” I counter ironically.
He shakes his head and says determined, “Billy’s the guy to bail us out.”
“Billy…” I say musing, “Billy’s a cool name for a girl too.”
His face softens as he smiles warmly, “I like that.”
I reach out my hand to grab my backpack, leaning down to drop a quick kiss on his lips. He lifts his head, but I’m already on my feet, my hard-on painfully obvious through my pants. He looks at me with big eyes and I say, “Come on, Monaghan. I’ll race you to the house. There you can have your wicked way with me.”
“For hours and hours…” I hear him mumble, reaching for his shoes that he threw away a couple of hours ago.
As I look around, running away, I see him scramble to his feet, ready to chase me out the park.
*****
The End
Title: Night Shoots.
Pairing: Dom/Lij
Rating: The entire series is NC-17
Archive: Mine. Anywhere else, ask first.
Thanks to
sweetexplosions for the beta.Chapter 13
“Jesse,” I say, his fingers going up and down the fabric of my shirt, “And you can use it for a boy or a girl.”
“Nah,” he says, “Too tacky.”
“Tacky?” I ask, “What the hell is there tacky about the name Jesse?”
He totally ignores my question and says, “Ainsley. Both for boy and girl.”
“I like it for a girl, but not for a boy,” I answer.
“Why not?” he asks surprised.
He settles his head better on my stomach, plucking little blades of grass and slowly letting them trickle through his fingers onto my arm.
“Too girly,” I answer softly, closing my eyes.
“Yeah?” he asks.
I nod and everything stays quiet for a couple of seconds. I feel a little bug-like tickle on my arm but his fingers swiftly bat it away.
“Lij, you know what we’re doing?” he suddenly asks amused.
“We’re laying in the park, silly,” I answer giggly.
“No,” he says and I can just feel the smile in his voice, “We’re picking out names for our kids.”
I look up at the sky, vision blurred from the bright sun.
“You think I’m the person you want to have kids with?” I ask in all sincerity.
I’m glad for the pause. The fact that he’s not giving me a hotheaded answer.
“Yeah,” he whispers, “You’re that person.”
I try to visualize it. Toys under the couch. Little feet thudding on the floor. A little person curled up in Dom’s arms. Yeah… that sounds nice.
“I love you,” I say, my eyes closed as I feel the rays of sunlight almost too warm on my face.
He lifts his head, crawls a little higher in the grass, his eyes meeting mine.
“But am I the one you want to have kids with?” he asks, his gaze not letting go of mine.
Raising kids with Dom means spending the rest of our lives together. It means being a family. It means growing old together.
“I could never picture myself ten or fifteen years later,” I answer truthfully, “I could never see myself growing old with someone. Loving someone for ever and ever.”
“And now?” he asks. No worry or nervousness in his voice. Just calm and curiosity.
“Now there’s you,” I say.
My hand strokes his cheek, my eyes following the path of my fingers before staring back in his.
“And you’re the only one I can imagine ten years down the line,” I continue, “Twenty years. Fifty. You’re the only one I can imagine holding a kid of mine. God Dom, I picture you with a baby in your arms. Our baby.”
And I know I have to stop myself now, before I start weeping like a little kid.
“You’re a sap,” he smiles, pretending to mock me but his lips crushing against mine and his fingers nearly bruising mine as they entwine give away the emotion going through his body. His tongue pushes through as I curl my free hand—the one not holding his—in his hair. His kiss is forceful and passionate. I love it when Dom gets passionate. And he gets passionate about me. He loves me. I don’t think anybody’s ever loved me the way Dom does. And I don’t want anybody to love me like that. Because this… what we share, it’s ours. Dom and me. And nobody else’s. Nobody can touch this.
He shifts, lying half on top of me, his kiss so heated it’s gonna leave us wanting for more. So I break away. His lips against mine as he whispers, hot breath against my skin, “What you do to me, Lij… noone knows.”
And it sounds like a song, or maybe it is. And if I ever remember which song, it’ll be our song, forever.
“I know,” I answer and his breath slides over my face, his lips against my ear as he murmurs, “And you’re the only one that matters.”
And I resist the urge to say “And you’re calling me a sap?” as much as I fight the tears forming in my eyes. He slides his leg between my thighs as he slides his fingertips over my knuckles.
I stifle a moan when his knee presses up, discovering me half-hard already.
“How fast do you think we can make it home?” I whisper, eyes squeezed shut against the burning sun and the incredible desire for him.
“We’ll never make it,” he answers husky, deliberately pushing down.
I feel his right hand slip free from mine and I know where it’s destined to go, so I grab it. Squeeze it.
“No, Dom.” I say.
“I want you,” he whispers.
“You have me,” I answer, “In each and every way.”
He grumbles as he pulls his hand free, and before I know it he’s cupping me through my pants. I buck my hips.
“Dom, no,” I moan, “We can’t.”
“There’s nobody around,” he answers sly.
“We’re in the park,” I say, trying to pull away but his hand is firm on my body, “We can get arrested.”
“Think of all the lovely things we can do when we’re alone in a cell together…” he teases, gently nipping my earlobe.
“Monaghan!” I exclaim grinning, pushing him off me. I must’ve taken him by surprise ‘cause that went easy. I pin him down with my hands on his shoulders.
“Think of all the lovely things Pete will say when he finds out why we’re in jail when he comes to bail us out.” I counter ironically.
He shakes his head and says determined, “Billy’s the guy to bail us out.”
“Billy…” I say musing, “Billy’s a cool name for a girl too.”
His face softens as he smiles warmly, “I like that.”
I reach out my hand to grab my backpack, leaning down to drop a quick kiss on his lips. He lifts his head, but I’m already on my feet, my hard-on painfully obvious through my pants. He looks at me with big eyes and I say, “Come on, Monaghan. I’ll race you to the house. There you can have your wicked way with me.”
“For hours and hours…” I hear him mumble, reaching for his shoes that he threw away a couple of hours ago.
As I look around, running away, I see him scramble to his feet, ready to chase me out the park.
*****
The End
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Kinky hobbits, wanting to do it in the park. That's just not right! Behind a tree however.... ;)
*hugs* Beautiful job!
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Hmmm, behind a tree.... now there's an idea! ;)
Yeah, I'm a sucker for happy endings. At least in a series like this. I wanted to keep this one angst-free.
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At least it had a beautiful ending, one that left me smiling and happy. I adore your writing, especially your Domlijah writings, you just write them so well!
Kris
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Don't worry, I will write more Domlijah. Not in this series, but they're my favorite pairing so there's always more Domlijah to come. :)