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Title: Spin 45
Author: Green Queen
Rating: PG. Barely.
Pairing: Domlijah
Disclaimer: I made it up.
Summary: Dom visits Elijah's family for Christmas. Extreme fluff warning. For Melissa for the Secret Santa. Thanks to my beta, delinquentslayer.
The rough carpet under Dom’s back gave way slightly as he shifted across, allowing Elijah’s mother to pass by him. She gave him a look, one of those patented mother looks that said everything and nothing all at once, because she wasn’t his mother and couldn’t tell him what to do. Given that her nostrils flared slightly it was an interesting look, particularly from Dom’s perspective on the ground. He lifted his head slightly to give Debbie a nod and a grin, and she walked down the hallway without comment, glancing at him over her shoulder before disappearing into the end bedroom.
If Dom tilted his head back, allowing his crown to brush against the tassels on the end of a long and rather ugly faded pink rug, he could see the front door of the tiny old brick house; by lifting his head he could look right into the back, where the hallway opened up into a small white room that was hot in summer and warm in winter, off which the back door opened. The dusty smell of the carpet filled his nostrils, and every time he moved he could feel a wooden corner digging into his knee or a chair leg at his elbow.
The truly great thing about this hallway though, was the large number of framed family photographs adorning every inch of wall that didn’t contain a doorway or hide the small alcove (in which the phone and a cupboard full of board games were kept). There were old black and white photographs of Elijah’s great aunts and uncles as children, next to slightly newer black and white photographs of Elijah, Zack and Hannah as children. Not a single picture was from a proper photo shoot—they were organic and real and all infused with an energy that Dom loved to soak up. Which is why Lij found his boyfriend lying on the floor in his grandmother’s hallway in the fading light, smiling up at the pictures above him.
“Dommie, c’mon. You have to actually come meet my grandmother at some point,” Elijah said, whining, but endearing.
“I’m just trying to figure her out first,” Dom said as Elijah reached down a hand to help him up. When he was standing up, bare feet sinking into the pink rug, he came face to face with a slightly damaged colour picture of Elijah as a baby. He was staring up at the camera guiltily, making the same face Dom caught him with when he’d walked in on Elijah two nights earlier, watching Colin Farrell in Phone Booth on DVD for what must have been the fiftieth time.
“Are you angry?” he’d purred, but his eyes had still hinted at a little boy who’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Now, Dominic was being pulled towards the living room, from which he could hear music being played slightly scratchily, yet still with that feeling of authenticity that he’d felt through the whole house. Elijah had informed him that his grandmother repeatedly refused offers to buy her a new house or new furniture, preferring her cosy existence to remain as it had for years.
“Elijah darling, I’ve got something to show you,” came a surprisingly sturdy voice from the doorway as Lij and Dom entered it. Elijah’s grandmother turned around, beaming at them—she was inches shorter than Elijah, but looked twice as strong. Her curly hair was not entirely grey, and she wore a pair of ridiculous dragon paw slippers that made Dom warm to her immediately.
“Gramma, this is—“ Elijah began, before his grandmother pushed him aside, smiling up and Dom and grabbing his face in her hands.
“I know exactly who this is! Dominic Monaghan, plays Meriadoc Brandybuck, 27 years old and—“ she grabbed his hand— “the best handshake in Manchester.” She winked at him, gave Elijah a superior look, and then yanked them both over to sit on the couch. “Elijah, I debated for over an hour, but I finally decided on a Christmas present for you. I know you’re a music fan.” She disappeared completely behind a large leather couch in the corner which had flowered covers over the arms and back. When she reappeared, the source of the music became apparent. “It’s an antique, you know, and I thought you might be able to play some of those records you’ve collected over the years on it.”
Before Dom could blink, there was an empty cushion beside him where Elijah had been sitting moments before. Now Elijah was wrapped around his grandmother, who instead of being as overwhelmed by his hug as most people were, was hugging back with equal force. After about a minute of total silence, Dom cleared his throat uncomfortably.
“Sorry Dom,” Elijah said as he turned around, eyes shining. He picked up the old record player, a brown box with a lid and a silver clasp, and placed it ceremoniously on the table before them. “Isn’t it beautiful?” he cooed, his face the picture of rapture as Dom wondered idly what he could possibly buy for his boyfriend to trump this gift. He pushed the thought aside.
”Um, excuse me, uh…”
”Call me Gramma, sweetheart, everybody else here’s gonna anyway,” she told him, beaming.
“Gramma. I’ll be right back,” Dom excused himself, slipping away to pick up a package from the room he and Elijah were sharing during their visit to Iowa.
“I hope you don’t mind, we got something for you too,” he announced as he walked back into the room. He stopped short at the doorway when he saw that Gramma had taken his seat and was deep in conversation with Elijah, who was chewing his lower lip slightly. “Oh, sorry, I can go if you’d like a moment alone.”
“Naw, we’re fine. What’d you kids get me?” Gramma asked excitedly, grasping at the package in Dom’s hands. He relinquished it with a chuckle, and Elijah ducked under his arm, hopping from foot to foot in nervous anticipation. Dom gave him a squeeze as Gramma ripped off the thin paper wrapping. It fell to the floor and stayed there as she squealed excitedly.
“Oh, boys, hold on. I’ve just got to put it on,” she cried, practically skipping out of the room.
She wore her hobbit’s costume proudly, and even thought it was a cheesy one that Dom and Elijah had bought off the web when they’d realised they couldn’t procure one from the set, it suited her beautifully. Her cheeks glowed as she grinned happily, and even without the huge hairy feet and large ears she looked like she belonged entirely in Hobbiton. Dom and Lij clapped enthusiastically, and she twirled for them before collapsing into a chair.
“I tell you, Dommie—you don’t mind if I call you that, do you sugar?” Dom shook his head. “It’s a relief that Elijah’s finally brought such a nice man home to meet his family.” Elijah’s head snapped up, and Gramma shook her head at him. “Don’t you worry about it, honey. Didja never figure out your uncle George was gay? You may want to hold off on telling your mother, though. And I’d prefer it if you two had sex on the bigger bed, as the smaller one’s springs are about to give out,” she said bluntly. Dom could feel Elijah’s flush in the tips of his fingers, which rested against the back of Dom’s hand. For the second time that night, Gramma winked at Dom, and he realised why Elijah made such a wonderful hobbit—sitting here in her old armchair, a mix of steadfastness and tolerance, was the best hobbit he’d ever seen.
They lay in the bigger bed that night, Elijah’s head on Dom’s stomach, his legs dangling over the edge. He’d flat out refused to have sex with Dom.
“Even if Gramma did say it’s okay, I used to share this bed with Hannah when we were kids,” Elijah said, wrinkling his nose in that way that made Dom want to kiss it. “It’s gross.” So Dom just lay there rubbing his boyfriend’s head, pretending his shoulders weren’t freezing cold and vaguely hoping that Elijah would move back up soon so he could kiss him and get the covers back.
After about fifteen minutes Elijah crawled up over Dom’s body on his elbows, lowering his face over Dom’s so that they were nose to nose.
“Thankyou so much for coming all the way out here at Christmas. It means the world to me.”
“No worries, love,” Dom said smiling.
“No really. It’s the best Christmas present anyone could give me,” Elijah whispered, capturing Dom’s mouth in a kiss so intense that when they pulled apart, Dom was gasping for breath.
“We’re really not going to shag now?” Dom groaned, but Elijah just giggled and lay down beside him, pulling up the blanket so it covered both of them exactly equally. When he was sure Elijah wasn’t looking, Dom smiled, pleased with himself for finding a gift that rivalled even Gramma’s.
Green Queen
Author: Green Queen
Rating: PG. Barely.
Pairing: Domlijah
Disclaimer: I made it up.
Summary: Dom visits Elijah's family for Christmas. Extreme fluff warning. For Melissa for the Secret Santa. Thanks to my beta, delinquentslayer.
The rough carpet under Dom’s back gave way slightly as he shifted across, allowing Elijah’s mother to pass by him. She gave him a look, one of those patented mother looks that said everything and nothing all at once, because she wasn’t his mother and couldn’t tell him what to do. Given that her nostrils flared slightly it was an interesting look, particularly from Dom’s perspective on the ground. He lifted his head slightly to give Debbie a nod and a grin, and she walked down the hallway without comment, glancing at him over her shoulder before disappearing into the end bedroom.
If Dom tilted his head back, allowing his crown to brush against the tassels on the end of a long and rather ugly faded pink rug, he could see the front door of the tiny old brick house; by lifting his head he could look right into the back, where the hallway opened up into a small white room that was hot in summer and warm in winter, off which the back door opened. The dusty smell of the carpet filled his nostrils, and every time he moved he could feel a wooden corner digging into his knee or a chair leg at his elbow.
The truly great thing about this hallway though, was the large number of framed family photographs adorning every inch of wall that didn’t contain a doorway or hide the small alcove (in which the phone and a cupboard full of board games were kept). There were old black and white photographs of Elijah’s great aunts and uncles as children, next to slightly newer black and white photographs of Elijah, Zack and Hannah as children. Not a single picture was from a proper photo shoot—they were organic and real and all infused with an energy that Dom loved to soak up. Which is why Lij found his boyfriend lying on the floor in his grandmother’s hallway in the fading light, smiling up at the pictures above him.
“Dommie, c’mon. You have to actually come meet my grandmother at some point,” Elijah said, whining, but endearing.
“I’m just trying to figure her out first,” Dom said as Elijah reached down a hand to help him up. When he was standing up, bare feet sinking into the pink rug, he came face to face with a slightly damaged colour picture of Elijah as a baby. He was staring up at the camera guiltily, making the same face Dom caught him with when he’d walked in on Elijah two nights earlier, watching Colin Farrell in Phone Booth on DVD for what must have been the fiftieth time.
“Are you angry?” he’d purred, but his eyes had still hinted at a little boy who’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Now, Dominic was being pulled towards the living room, from which he could hear music being played slightly scratchily, yet still with that feeling of authenticity that he’d felt through the whole house. Elijah had informed him that his grandmother repeatedly refused offers to buy her a new house or new furniture, preferring her cosy existence to remain as it had for years.
“Elijah darling, I’ve got something to show you,” came a surprisingly sturdy voice from the doorway as Lij and Dom entered it. Elijah’s grandmother turned around, beaming at them—she was inches shorter than Elijah, but looked twice as strong. Her curly hair was not entirely grey, and she wore a pair of ridiculous dragon paw slippers that made Dom warm to her immediately.
“Gramma, this is—“ Elijah began, before his grandmother pushed him aside, smiling up and Dom and grabbing his face in her hands.
“I know exactly who this is! Dominic Monaghan, plays Meriadoc Brandybuck, 27 years old and—“ she grabbed his hand— “the best handshake in Manchester.” She winked at him, gave Elijah a superior look, and then yanked them both over to sit on the couch. “Elijah, I debated for over an hour, but I finally decided on a Christmas present for you. I know you’re a music fan.” She disappeared completely behind a large leather couch in the corner which had flowered covers over the arms and back. When she reappeared, the source of the music became apparent. “It’s an antique, you know, and I thought you might be able to play some of those records you’ve collected over the years on it.”
Before Dom could blink, there was an empty cushion beside him where Elijah had been sitting moments before. Now Elijah was wrapped around his grandmother, who instead of being as overwhelmed by his hug as most people were, was hugging back with equal force. After about a minute of total silence, Dom cleared his throat uncomfortably.
“Sorry Dom,” Elijah said as he turned around, eyes shining. He picked up the old record player, a brown box with a lid and a silver clasp, and placed it ceremoniously on the table before them. “Isn’t it beautiful?” he cooed, his face the picture of rapture as Dom wondered idly what he could possibly buy for his boyfriend to trump this gift. He pushed the thought aside.
”Um, excuse me, uh…”
”Call me Gramma, sweetheart, everybody else here’s gonna anyway,” she told him, beaming.
“Gramma. I’ll be right back,” Dom excused himself, slipping away to pick up a package from the room he and Elijah were sharing during their visit to Iowa.
“I hope you don’t mind, we got something for you too,” he announced as he walked back into the room. He stopped short at the doorway when he saw that Gramma had taken his seat and was deep in conversation with Elijah, who was chewing his lower lip slightly. “Oh, sorry, I can go if you’d like a moment alone.”
“Naw, we’re fine. What’d you kids get me?” Gramma asked excitedly, grasping at the package in Dom’s hands. He relinquished it with a chuckle, and Elijah ducked under his arm, hopping from foot to foot in nervous anticipation. Dom gave him a squeeze as Gramma ripped off the thin paper wrapping. It fell to the floor and stayed there as she squealed excitedly.
“Oh, boys, hold on. I’ve just got to put it on,” she cried, practically skipping out of the room.
She wore her hobbit’s costume proudly, and even thought it was a cheesy one that Dom and Elijah had bought off the web when they’d realised they couldn’t procure one from the set, it suited her beautifully. Her cheeks glowed as she grinned happily, and even without the huge hairy feet and large ears she looked like she belonged entirely in Hobbiton. Dom and Lij clapped enthusiastically, and she twirled for them before collapsing into a chair.
“I tell you, Dommie—you don’t mind if I call you that, do you sugar?” Dom shook his head. “It’s a relief that Elijah’s finally brought such a nice man home to meet his family.” Elijah’s head snapped up, and Gramma shook her head at him. “Don’t you worry about it, honey. Didja never figure out your uncle George was gay? You may want to hold off on telling your mother, though. And I’d prefer it if you two had sex on the bigger bed, as the smaller one’s springs are about to give out,” she said bluntly. Dom could feel Elijah’s flush in the tips of his fingers, which rested against the back of Dom’s hand. For the second time that night, Gramma winked at Dom, and he realised why Elijah made such a wonderful hobbit—sitting here in her old armchair, a mix of steadfastness and tolerance, was the best hobbit he’d ever seen.
They lay in the bigger bed that night, Elijah’s head on Dom’s stomach, his legs dangling over the edge. He’d flat out refused to have sex with Dom.
“Even if Gramma did say it’s okay, I used to share this bed with Hannah when we were kids,” Elijah said, wrinkling his nose in that way that made Dom want to kiss it. “It’s gross.” So Dom just lay there rubbing his boyfriend’s head, pretending his shoulders weren’t freezing cold and vaguely hoping that Elijah would move back up soon so he could kiss him and get the covers back.
After about fifteen minutes Elijah crawled up over Dom’s body on his elbows, lowering his face over Dom’s so that they were nose to nose.
“Thankyou so much for coming all the way out here at Christmas. It means the world to me.”
“No worries, love,” Dom said smiling.
“No really. It’s the best Christmas present anyone could give me,” Elijah whispered, capturing Dom’s mouth in a kiss so intense that when they pulled apart, Dom was gasping for breath.
“We’re really not going to shag now?” Dom groaned, but Elijah just giggled and lay down beside him, pulling up the blanket so it covered both of them exactly equally. When he was sure Elijah wasn’t looking, Dom smiled, pleased with himself for finding a gift that rivalled even Gramma’s.
Green Queen