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Title: Underneath
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nippa56
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: PG-13? One swear word.
Feedback: If you feel the need. Constructive crit. very welcome. Feel free to tell me everything I'm doing wrong.
Summary: Sometimes Billy sinks beneath the surface.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Never have, never will. I make no money from this, so don't bother suing, the best you'll get is a computer with a bitch complex.
Notes: A 277 word ficlet.
Sometimes Billy sinks beneath the surface. Not because he enjoys the feel of saltwater against his face, or the dense muffled noises he hears underwater, but because sometimes it's just too painful to stay above. The sun is too harsh, the waves too brutal, the air too sharp, but underneath it's... not. There's no air and though his lungs ache, it's okay. There's no sun either, but that's okay too. He can still feel it burning on his salt-soaked skin and that's good enough for him. The current pulls and tugs at him gently, a sharp contrast to what happens above. He floats, enjoying the solitude, his lungs are almost at bursting level but Billy feels free. Free and peaceful and warm. At home. At home.
He opens his eyes and looks, seeing nothing but greys and browns broken up by the now soft rays of the sun that penetrate the underneath. He wants to stay here forever; lungs throbbing, body limp, mind peaceful - but a shadow falls across his world and a hand disturbs his peace, grabbing at his arm and hauling him up. He doesn't fight although he knows he should. Up he goes, closer to the above until he breaks the surface and it assaults him. His aching lungs suck air inside him in huge gulps, cutting his throat to ribbons with each heave, but he does nothing except shake. The world is muffled to his ears that still leak saltwater.
"Jesus Billy, what the fuck is wrong with you?!"
But Billy doesn't answer, he just clings to the body he is pulled against and wonders when he'll sink beneath the surface again.
Author:
nippa56Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: PG-13? One swear word.
Feedback: If you feel the need. Constructive crit. very welcome. Feel free to tell me everything I'm doing wrong.
Summary: Sometimes Billy sinks beneath the surface.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Never have, never will. I make no money from this, so don't bother suing, the best you'll get is a computer with a bitch complex.
Notes: A 277 word ficlet.
Sometimes Billy sinks beneath the surface. Not because he enjoys the feel of saltwater against his face, or the dense muffled noises he hears underwater, but because sometimes it's just too painful to stay above. The sun is too harsh, the waves too brutal, the air too sharp, but underneath it's... not. There's no air and though his lungs ache, it's okay. There's no sun either, but that's okay too. He can still feel it burning on his salt-soaked skin and that's good enough for him. The current pulls and tugs at him gently, a sharp contrast to what happens above. He floats, enjoying the solitude, his lungs are almost at bursting level but Billy feels free. Free and peaceful and warm. At home. At home.
He opens his eyes and looks, seeing nothing but greys and browns broken up by the now soft rays of the sun that penetrate the underneath. He wants to stay here forever; lungs throbbing, body limp, mind peaceful - but a shadow falls across his world and a hand disturbs his peace, grabbing at his arm and hauling him up. He doesn't fight although he knows he should. Up he goes, closer to the above until he breaks the surface and it assaults him. His aching lungs suck air inside him in huge gulps, cutting his throat to ribbons with each heave, but he does nothing except shake. The world is muffled to his ears that still leak saltwater.
"Jesus Billy, what the fuck is wrong with you?!"
But Billy doesn't answer, he just clings to the body he is pulled against and wonders when he'll sink beneath the surface again.
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