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nekoshininigami.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2006-06-27 05:56 pm
What We Want --- DM/EW
Title: What We Want
Author: Jill,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: DM/EW
Rating: PG, for a naughty word near the end.
Summary: Sometimes it takes you a while to figure out what you want. And sometimes, you just know.
Disclaimer: This never, ever happened. Probably.
Notes: Written some time ago for a friend's birthday. Decided to post it here & share.
Elijah knows what he wants.
He wants a strong career...to not be known as Frodo for the rest of his life.
He wants his mother to be proud of him (his father too, though Elijah would never admit that).
He wants that sick feeling he gets in the pit of his stomach whenever he things about next year or the year after that to go away.
But right now, most of all, Elijah wants Dom.
Dom has no idea what he wants.
He doesn't know why he's in L.A. He doesn't know what kind of work he's looking for--he just keeps turning down offers.
He doesn't know why he hasn't listened to his mother's advice and gone home to Manchester. He just...can't.
He doesn't want to keep waking up next to some guy or some girl he doesn't know, unable to remember what he did the night before.
"C'mon, Lij!" Dom calls, knocking a little louder on the bathroom door. "I'm gonna be late!" He doesn't know why he's fussing. It's just another audition for another bit part. Dom rests his head against the door frame, closes his eyes and sighs. A wave of warm shower steam hits his cheek as the door opens.
Everyone probably assumes that Elijah looks scrawny underneath his clothing. But as Dom--who has opened his eyes to see Elijah wrapped only in towel from the waist down--can verify, this is simply not true. Elijah does, in fact, have muscles. Very slightly toned muscles, but they're there. He has just enough weight on him so that his ribs don't stick out from the rest of him. Dom bites his lip. No, Elijah is not scrawny at all.
Elijah shivers as the cold air from the hallway chills the droplets of water on his chest and shoulders. "Sorry," he says to Dom. "I didn't realize I was taking so long." He gestures vaguely behind him to the bathroom, where all the steam is slowly dissipating. "All yours."
An awkward silence grows between them, and a cold bead of water trickles over Elijah's collarbone and down his chest, only to disappear into fluffy, white terrycloth. Elijah looks up to realize that Dom has followed the droplet's movement with his eyes. Elijah shifts slightly, and his tongue darts out to moisten his lips--a gesture Dom recognizes as a nervous habit. Dom's eyes shoot back up to Elijah's face.
"Erm..thanks," Dom mutters casually, though Elijah can see the tips of his ears turning pink. As Elijah takes a step forward, Dom edges around him into the bathroom. "Won't be long," Dom says quickly, barely clearing Elijah's heels as he pushes the door closed.
"Um...all right," Elijah says to the door and the air.
"Fuck, " Dom whispers to no one.
Elijah wants to open the bathroom door, grab Dom by the shoulders and shake him until Dom relents and their lips meet. He wants Dom's arms around him so he won't be cold anymore--nevermind putting on a shirt.
Elijah knows what he wants, but he has no idea of how to go about getting it.
Dom doesn't know why he's still sitting on the damp tile with his back against the wall. He doesn't know why he isn't doing anything except kicking himself.
Dom finally knows that he wants, but he just can't open the door.
Author: Jill,
nekoshininigamiPairing: DM/EW
Rating: PG, for a naughty word near the end.
Summary: Sometimes it takes you a while to figure out what you want. And sometimes, you just know.
Disclaimer: This never, ever happened. Probably.
Notes: Written some time ago for a friend's birthday. Decided to post it here & share.
Elijah knows what he wants.
He wants a strong career...to not be known as Frodo for the rest of his life.
He wants his mother to be proud of him (his father too, though Elijah would never admit that).
He wants that sick feeling he gets in the pit of his stomach whenever he things about next year or the year after that to go away.
But right now, most of all, Elijah wants Dom.
Dom has no idea what he wants.
He doesn't know why he's in L.A. He doesn't know what kind of work he's looking for--he just keeps turning down offers.
He doesn't know why he hasn't listened to his mother's advice and gone home to Manchester. He just...can't.
He doesn't want to keep waking up next to some guy or some girl he doesn't know, unable to remember what he did the night before.
"C'mon, Lij!" Dom calls, knocking a little louder on the bathroom door. "I'm gonna be late!" He doesn't know why he's fussing. It's just another audition for another bit part. Dom rests his head against the door frame, closes his eyes and sighs. A wave of warm shower steam hits his cheek as the door opens.
Everyone probably assumes that Elijah looks scrawny underneath his clothing. But as Dom--who has opened his eyes to see Elijah wrapped only in towel from the waist down--can verify, this is simply not true. Elijah does, in fact, have muscles. Very slightly toned muscles, but they're there. He has just enough weight on him so that his ribs don't stick out from the rest of him. Dom bites his lip. No, Elijah is not scrawny at all.
Elijah shivers as the cold air from the hallway chills the droplets of water on his chest and shoulders. "Sorry," he says to Dom. "I didn't realize I was taking so long." He gestures vaguely behind him to the bathroom, where all the steam is slowly dissipating. "All yours."
An awkward silence grows between them, and a cold bead of water trickles over Elijah's collarbone and down his chest, only to disappear into fluffy, white terrycloth. Elijah looks up to realize that Dom has followed the droplet's movement with his eyes. Elijah shifts slightly, and his tongue darts out to moisten his lips--a gesture Dom recognizes as a nervous habit. Dom's eyes shoot back up to Elijah's face.
"Erm..thanks," Dom mutters casually, though Elijah can see the tips of his ears turning pink. As Elijah takes a step forward, Dom edges around him into the bathroom. "Won't be long," Dom says quickly, barely clearing Elijah's heels as he pushes the door closed.
"Um...all right," Elijah says to the door and the air.
"Fuck, " Dom whispers to no one.
Elijah wants to open the bathroom door, grab Dom by the shoulders and shake him until Dom relents and their lips meet. He wants Dom's arms around him so he won't be cold anymore--nevermind putting on a shirt.
Elijah knows what he wants, but he has no idea of how to go about getting it.
Dom doesn't know why he's still sitting on the damp tile with his back against the wall. He doesn't know why he isn't doing anything except kicking himself.
Dom finally knows that he wants, but he just can't open the door.
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+adds to memories
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Thanks for the mem!
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Amazing! I loved the rhythm of the whole thing :)
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Fantastic. The idea and structure--all of it. I loved it. :)
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