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Title: Fetishist
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green_queen
Pairing: Domlijah
Rating: PG13
Summary: Elijah has a fetish.
Author's Notes: Fornienna_elensar for the Flashfic-a-thon. Challenge: No character death. Include tears, hand fetish and sleep. Thanks to angelnurse, my beta.
Archive: It's Not Easy Being Green
Disclaimer: I made it up.
Fetishist
Elijah nestled down lower in his seat, squirming with discomfort. Mindless violence reigned supreme on the screen in front of him, and he wondered vaguely whether anyone in the crowded cinema would notice if he were to block his ears and shut his eyes, shutting out the blood and the screaming. Tears sprang to his eyes as he watched a knife pierce a hand that was resting on a table, pinning it down.
Immediately, he began wringing his own hands, feeling the soft pads of his fingers rubbing against the smooth stubs of fingernails. He chanced a glance up to his right, where red light and shadows danced across Dominic’s enthralled face. He was smiling slightly, resting his chin in the palm of one perfect hand. Without thinking, Elijah reached for Dom’s other hand and held it up, blocking the carnage on the screen.
Only the outlines of Dom’s fingers were lit well enough to see their colour; the rest of the hand was cast in various shades of darkness. The palm was a complete and inky black, as though a hole had opened right there in the middle of Dom’s hand at the sight of the stabbing on the screen. Elijah lowered the hand to his lap, changing the pattern of light. The various rings glittered at him and he turned Dom’s hand over, running his own hand over the warm flesh and cold metal. The light caught the edge of the leather band around Dom’s wrist, and Elijah’s fingers traced downwards to touch it.
Suddenly, Dom’s hand twisted to catch Elijah’s fingers; for a moment, Elijah had forgotten that the beautiful piece of flesh and bone in his lap was alive. Dom leaned towards him, and Elijah could feel the warmth of Dom’s breath skirt across his ear; it smelled faintly of popcorn and lollipops.
“Lij, baby, it’s not that I mind your hand fetish, but I am trying to watch the movie here,” Dom hissed in his ear, pulling his hand back as Elijah gave an involuntary shudder. He looked back at his own newly empty hands and gave an almost imperceptible sigh.
Dom caught him staring again in the cab on the way home. He’d rested his hand on his knee, tapping lightly to a beat that only he could hear. It didn’t match the sound of the tires’ less than rhythmic thump against the road, or the excessively loud gum chewing that sounded from the front seat, marked by an occasional pop. He kept the beat mostly with a gentle finger movement, though occasionally Dom’s full hand would come down to slap against the faded denim stretched across his thigh.
Dom stopped moving his hand as soon as he realised Elijah’s eyes were focussed on it; reluctantly, Elijah tore his gaze away from Dom’s fascinating hands to meet his mischievous stormy-grey eyes. Dom smiled, faintly, a crook of the mouth barely visible but for the tinkle in his eye.
Elijah saw out of the corner of his eye the colour movement as flesh slid along denim. He dropped his eyes back down to see Dominic’s hand crawling up his thigh. Elijah’s breath caught in his throat as Dom shifted; his legs were now spread slightly, and his hand was starting to move between them. Elijah found himself squirming uncomfortably for the second time that day as Dom’s hand made its slow ascent. He watched, mesmerised, as it hovered over a denim-covered crotch momentarily before continuing up, tugging the edge of Dom’s t-shirt so that Elijah could see a glimpse of flesh before letting the material slide through his fingers. Elijah felt himself drift forwards in his seat; he started to reach for Dom’s fly.
A particularly loud pop from the driver snapped Dom and Elijah back to reality, Elijah so fast he thought he might have whiplash. He flushed and skated back across to his own seat, staring resolutely ahead. When he finally braved a look at Dom, the Brit was once again taping his knee and staring out at the window, thought Elijah could see the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Elijah felt that something was wrong before he opened his eyes. He knew it wasn’t morning; no light was pushing at his eyelids, trying to wake him up by mere suggestion. Then he noticed that Dom, who usually needed as much space as possible to sleep, was draped across him. He opened his eyes; Dom’s face was inches away, relaxed, eyelashes fluttering slightly as he dreamed. Looking down he saw Dom’s hand, bereft of rings and various other adornments, intertwined with is own.
Elijah grinned broadly, then immediately felt stupid for smiling into the darkness of the night. He raised the entwined hands to his face and briefly brushed his lips against Dom’s, which squeezed back in response. Turning, Elijah saw Dom’s face alert and possessed of that manic energy of Dom’s as was almost unimaginable moments before. Dom held their hands up between them and Elijah smiled quietly as he saw how his hand fit within Dom’s before dropping them back between their bodies in order to see Dom’s face.
“You’re a freak, you know that?” Dom stated, trying to keep his face straight. Elijah just grinned back, and finally Dom chuckled, pulling Elijah forward to press their lips together.
“Weirdo,” he muttered against Elijah’s mouth before Elijah kissed him, finally separating their hands to bring their bodies closer together.
Green Queen
Author:
green_queenPairing: Domlijah
Rating: PG13
Summary: Elijah has a fetish.
Author's Notes: For
nienna_elensar for the Flashfic-a-thon. Challenge: No character death. Include tears, hand fetish and sleep. Thanks to angelnurse, my beta.Archive: It's Not Easy Being Green
Disclaimer: I made it up.
Fetishist
Elijah nestled down lower in his seat, squirming with discomfort. Mindless violence reigned supreme on the screen in front of him, and he wondered vaguely whether anyone in the crowded cinema would notice if he were to block his ears and shut his eyes, shutting out the blood and the screaming. Tears sprang to his eyes as he watched a knife pierce a hand that was resting on a table, pinning it down.
Immediately, he began wringing his own hands, feeling the soft pads of his fingers rubbing against the smooth stubs of fingernails. He chanced a glance up to his right, where red light and shadows danced across Dominic’s enthralled face. He was smiling slightly, resting his chin in the palm of one perfect hand. Without thinking, Elijah reached for Dom’s other hand and held it up, blocking the carnage on the screen.
Only the outlines of Dom’s fingers were lit well enough to see their colour; the rest of the hand was cast in various shades of darkness. The palm was a complete and inky black, as though a hole had opened right there in the middle of Dom’s hand at the sight of the stabbing on the screen. Elijah lowered the hand to his lap, changing the pattern of light. The various rings glittered at him and he turned Dom’s hand over, running his own hand over the warm flesh and cold metal. The light caught the edge of the leather band around Dom’s wrist, and Elijah’s fingers traced downwards to touch it.
Suddenly, Dom’s hand twisted to catch Elijah’s fingers; for a moment, Elijah had forgotten that the beautiful piece of flesh and bone in his lap was alive. Dom leaned towards him, and Elijah could feel the warmth of Dom’s breath skirt across his ear; it smelled faintly of popcorn and lollipops.
“Lij, baby, it’s not that I mind your hand fetish, but I am trying to watch the movie here,” Dom hissed in his ear, pulling his hand back as Elijah gave an involuntary shudder. He looked back at his own newly empty hands and gave an almost imperceptible sigh.
Dom caught him staring again in the cab on the way home. He’d rested his hand on his knee, tapping lightly to a beat that only he could hear. It didn’t match the sound of the tires’ less than rhythmic thump against the road, or the excessively loud gum chewing that sounded from the front seat, marked by an occasional pop. He kept the beat mostly with a gentle finger movement, though occasionally Dom’s full hand would come down to slap against the faded denim stretched across his thigh.
Dom stopped moving his hand as soon as he realised Elijah’s eyes were focussed on it; reluctantly, Elijah tore his gaze away from Dom’s fascinating hands to meet his mischievous stormy-grey eyes. Dom smiled, faintly, a crook of the mouth barely visible but for the tinkle in his eye.
Elijah saw out of the corner of his eye the colour movement as flesh slid along denim. He dropped his eyes back down to see Dominic’s hand crawling up his thigh. Elijah’s breath caught in his throat as Dom shifted; his legs were now spread slightly, and his hand was starting to move between them. Elijah found himself squirming uncomfortably for the second time that day as Dom’s hand made its slow ascent. He watched, mesmerised, as it hovered over a denim-covered crotch momentarily before continuing up, tugging the edge of Dom’s t-shirt so that Elijah could see a glimpse of flesh before letting the material slide through his fingers. Elijah felt himself drift forwards in his seat; he started to reach for Dom’s fly.
A particularly loud pop from the driver snapped Dom and Elijah back to reality, Elijah so fast he thought he might have whiplash. He flushed and skated back across to his own seat, staring resolutely ahead. When he finally braved a look at Dom, the Brit was once again taping his knee and staring out at the window, thought Elijah could see the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Elijah felt that something was wrong before he opened his eyes. He knew it wasn’t morning; no light was pushing at his eyelids, trying to wake him up by mere suggestion. Then he noticed that Dom, who usually needed as much space as possible to sleep, was draped across him. He opened his eyes; Dom’s face was inches away, relaxed, eyelashes fluttering slightly as he dreamed. Looking down he saw Dom’s hand, bereft of rings and various other adornments, intertwined with is own.
Elijah grinned broadly, then immediately felt stupid for smiling into the darkness of the night. He raised the entwined hands to his face and briefly brushed his lips against Dom’s, which squeezed back in response. Turning, Elijah saw Dom’s face alert and possessed of that manic energy of Dom’s as was almost unimaginable moments before. Dom held their hands up between them and Elijah smiled quietly as he saw how his hand fit within Dom’s before dropping them back between their bodies in order to see Dom’s face.
“You’re a freak, you know that?” Dom stated, trying to keep his face straight. Elijah just grinned back, and finally Dom chuckled, pulling Elijah forward to press their lips together.
“Weirdo,” he muttered against Elijah’s mouth before Elijah kissed him, finally separating their hands to bring their bodies closer together.
Green Queen
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“You’re a freak, you know that?” Dom stated, trying to keep his face straight.
Yes, I do know that. ;)no subject
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Hands for me, esp. Dom's. And mouths. Yummy.
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Very nice.
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Thankyou :)
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