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Title: All These Things
Rating: PG
Pairings: Billy Boyd/Dominic Monaghan
Summary: It’s all these things and more that keep Them together
Disclaimer: All Fake
Author Notes: this is slash, that mean homosexual relationships, in this case 2 men. If you don't like it don't read it.
Feedback: is greatly appreciated.
It’s the way you look at me from across the room, your gray eyes, like a storm over the ocean seeking me out, and drawing me in like the tide pulls the waves back to sea.
It’s the way you know exactly how to prepare my tea, with cream, just the right amount and one spoonful of sugar, enough to take away the bitter edge.
It’s how the most simple feather light touches burn, white heat seeping from your fingers into my skin and leaving a mark that I only I can see, invisible to the naked eye but not to my senses.
It’s the way you make me feel with a simple note scribbled on the back of a receipt from the grocery store “ Bills, I had to meet up with my agent. It’s pretty early and I didn’t want to wake you. I’ll bring home some breakfast and coffee on my way home. Love you, Dom.
It’s the way your heartbeat echoes in my brain when I lay my head against your chest Whether it is in those soft shadowy moments just before I fall asleep or as we dance slowly around the flat tripping over randomly displaced items thrown on the floor in haste or sheer indolence.
It’s the way that you can understand what I’m trying to say even when I don’t make sense to myself. “I want one of those umm crispy things” is translated into “I want a blueberry poptart lightly toasted and served on a yellow napkin”
It’s the way your voice curls around me like smoke in a crowded pub. Billy, you utter close to my ear in a low husky hum and I shiver every time, even on the most sweltering moment of the hottest day in summer.
It’s the affect you have on me when you make that noise, a growl and a purr tangled together, only conceived when I kiss the place where your jaw meets your neck.
It’s how you whisper German in my ear and even though I can’t understand what you’re saying the tone of your voice tells me it’s laced with nothing but love and passion. “Ich benötige Sie, Ihre Note, die Wärme Ihres Körpers, der gegen meine betätigt wird. Ich benötige Sie, Sie lache eingebettet in meinem Gedächtnis. Ich benötige Sie, für immer.”
It’s the way you say ours and don’t hesitate, think about it for even a moment, don’t care that people know that there is an “us”. Our flat, our new cat, our milk, our bed.
It’s how you love, me despite my insecurities, about myself, my age, my hair. About us, what society thinks about what we have together, what your mum will think when you bring me back to Manchester over Christmas.
It’s all these things and more that keep us together.
Translation of the German:, I need you , your touch, the warmth of your body pressed against mine. I need you , your laugh embedded in my memory. I need you, forever.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Billy Boyd/Dominic Monaghan
Summary: It’s all these things and more that keep Them together
Disclaimer: All Fake
Author Notes: this is slash, that mean homosexual relationships, in this case 2 men. If you don't like it don't read it.
Feedback: is greatly appreciated.
It’s the way you look at me from across the room, your gray eyes, like a storm over the ocean seeking me out, and drawing me in like the tide pulls the waves back to sea.
It’s the way you know exactly how to prepare my tea, with cream, just the right amount and one spoonful of sugar, enough to take away the bitter edge.
It’s how the most simple feather light touches burn, white heat seeping from your fingers into my skin and leaving a mark that I only I can see, invisible to the naked eye but not to my senses.
It’s the way you make me feel with a simple note scribbled on the back of a receipt from the grocery store “ Bills, I had to meet up with my agent. It’s pretty early and I didn’t want to wake you. I’ll bring home some breakfast and coffee on my way home. Love you, Dom.
It’s the way your heartbeat echoes in my brain when I lay my head against your chest Whether it is in those soft shadowy moments just before I fall asleep or as we dance slowly around the flat tripping over randomly displaced items thrown on the floor in haste or sheer indolence.
It’s the way that you can understand what I’m trying to say even when I don’t make sense to myself. “I want one of those umm crispy things” is translated into “I want a blueberry poptart lightly toasted and served on a yellow napkin”
It’s the way your voice curls around me like smoke in a crowded pub. Billy, you utter close to my ear in a low husky hum and I shiver every time, even on the most sweltering moment of the hottest day in summer.
It’s the affect you have on me when you make that noise, a growl and a purr tangled together, only conceived when I kiss the place where your jaw meets your neck.
It’s how you whisper German in my ear and even though I can’t understand what you’re saying the tone of your voice tells me it’s laced with nothing but love and passion. “Ich benötige Sie, Ihre Note, die Wärme Ihres Körpers, der gegen meine betätigt wird. Ich benötige Sie, Sie lache eingebettet in meinem Gedächtnis. Ich benötige Sie, für immer.”
It’s the way you say ours and don’t hesitate, think about it for even a moment, don’t care that people know that there is an “us”. Our flat, our new cat, our milk, our bed.
It’s how you love, me despite my insecurities, about myself, my age, my hair. About us, what society thinks about what we have together, what your mum will think when you bring me back to Manchester over Christmas.
It’s all these things and more that keep us together.
Translation of the German:, I need you , your touch, the warmth of your body pressed against mine. I need you , your laugh embedded in my memory. I need you, forever.
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Only thing that irked me: the German. Those online translators are horrible horrible things! The right translation: Ich brauche dich, deine Berührung, die Wärme deines Körpers gegen meinen. Ich brauche dich, dein Lachen ist in mein Gedächtnis eingebrannt. Ich brauche dich, für immer.
Hope you don't mind my interference... And if you need German again, feel free to drop me a line.
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