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FIC: Because (BB/SB)
Title: Because
Author: Courtney
Rating: PG, PG-13
Pairing: Billy/SeanB
Warning: RPS, early morning, sappiness
Disclaimers: Don't know 'em. Nope. No money being made off of this. I'm poor, just a lowly college student. It's all fiction.
Summary: Sean needs to be reminded of things...
A/N: This was written over the course of like a day and a half. It's short and sappy. Muchas thanks to my loverly beta Alec!
Sean wandered over to the window. He looked but didn't see. It was early morning and still the sun had yet to shine. This was the time Sean used to think. He thought about his family, whether he was destined to hop from one marriage to another, whether he was a good father. He thought about his career. Would he just walk away if the right person asked him too? Could he just go back to having no direction? Would he ever admit to anyone that he was in love?
He thought about his girls. Would they be old enough to handle that they weren't getting a new mother, would they accept him? Was he worth all of this?
Sean looked over at the bed, smiling as he saw the figure sigh and shift to his side. Sean knew that he was worth all of that and more. If things took a turn for the worse, he knew he could count on Billy. Knew that as long as Billy was there, he could do anything.
Sean smiled at the thought. He loved Billy. He loved him because he was tied to his homeland, much like Sean is. Because he's silly and funny and smart. Because he attempts, makes the effort. Because he looks mighty sexy in a kilt. Because he'll clean the place up on his day off. Because his smile and laugh are contageous. Because his eyes change a shade darker when he's stressed, twinkle when he's happy, cloudy when he's aroused. Because...
Because he's Billy. That's the big reason Sean loves him. Because he is who he is and he hasn't let much phase him.
Sean checks the clock above the stove. 3:17. Too early for philisophical thought. Sean busied himself with making tea, trying not to wake Billy. Allowing him these few more hours of sleep before he would have to get up. Sean smiled when he felt arms circle his waist.
"Mornin' love," Sean said, cocking his head to the side, allowing Billy to nuzzle his neck.
"Too early," Billy muttered. "You always get up too early." Sean didn't say anything. When Billy slept, he was dead to the world. He wouldn't know if a hurricane hit and the roof was torn off. Yet here was letting Sean know that he was aware when he climbed out of bed every morning at 3. "Love, stop thinking," Billy said, snapping Sean out of his thoughts. "The steam is burning my ears." Sean could feel him smile.
Sean swatted at Billy's hands clasped over his stomach. "Why do I put up with you, huh?" Sean asked, covering Billy's hands with his own.
"It's the famed Boyd charm," Billy replied. "No one is safe."
"I thought it was because you fold the dish towels in those nifty little space-saving squares," Sean offered.
"That too." Billy lifted his head from Sean's neck. "What were you thinking about?"
"When?"
"When you left me to freeze and stood in front of the window," Billy stated.
"Just general stuff," Sean replied, and started to push back the cuticles on his fingers.
Billy let go of Sean and moved to face him. He pointed to Sean's hands. "That is general stuff Sean," he said, letting his hands rest on top of Sean's. "Talk to me, love."
"Why do you love me?" Sean blurted out.
Billy laughed. "Is that what's been bothering you?"
"It's a part of it," Sean answered. "C'mon. Why?"
"Why? I dunno, Sean. Because...because you're sweet and funny and smart and a great person. Because you are sloppy and have crazy beliefs. Because you care about people and, even though you've been doing this forever, you're this painfully honest man in a world of 'yes men.' Because you smell incredible. Because," Billy sighed, taking a brief moment to think. "Because you're you when I come home. Not Bormoir or Macbeth. You're you. This crazy guy who throws his stuff everywhere and hugs me and makes me feel home. This guy who loves footie, loves me." Billy looked up into Sean's eyes. "That's why I love you. Simply, I love you because you're you and no one else."
Sean couldn't say anything, just stood there with his eyes wide open. Billy smiled. "Look at you, all wide-eyed and stuff," he said, bringing his hand up to cup Sean's face. "God love ya Seanie. You know how much you mean to me. Why is it always a surprise? You gotta have faith, love. I know you love me. I love you because I do."
"Kinda like that Apple Jacks commerical, right?" Sean smiled. "Because you do?"
Billy snorted. "Yeah, I just do. You're a real cunt early in the morning, ya know that? You go from wanting a deep conversation to being completely daft in less than 2 minutes." Billy shook his head. "What am I going to do with you, huh?"
"Plenty, I hope," Sean replied, wiggling his eyebrows. Billy wasted no time pulling Sean back to the warmth of their bed.
Author: Courtney
Rating: PG, PG-13
Pairing: Billy/SeanB
Warning: RPS, early morning, sappiness
Disclaimers: Don't know 'em. Nope. No money being made off of this. I'm poor, just a lowly college student. It's all fiction.
Summary: Sean needs to be reminded of things...
A/N: This was written over the course of like a day and a half. It's short and sappy. Muchas thanks to my loverly beta Alec!
Sean wandered over to the window. He looked but didn't see. It was early morning and still the sun had yet to shine. This was the time Sean used to think. He thought about his family, whether he was destined to hop from one marriage to another, whether he was a good father. He thought about his career. Would he just walk away if the right person asked him too? Could he just go back to having no direction? Would he ever admit to anyone that he was in love?
He thought about his girls. Would they be old enough to handle that they weren't getting a new mother, would they accept him? Was he worth all of this?
Sean looked over at the bed, smiling as he saw the figure sigh and shift to his side. Sean knew that he was worth all of that and more. If things took a turn for the worse, he knew he could count on Billy. Knew that as long as Billy was there, he could do anything.
Sean smiled at the thought. He loved Billy. He loved him because he was tied to his homeland, much like Sean is. Because he's silly and funny and smart. Because he attempts, makes the effort. Because he looks mighty sexy in a kilt. Because he'll clean the place up on his day off. Because his smile and laugh are contageous. Because his eyes change a shade darker when he's stressed, twinkle when he's happy, cloudy when he's aroused. Because...
Because he's Billy. That's the big reason Sean loves him. Because he is who he is and he hasn't let much phase him.
Sean checks the clock above the stove. 3:17. Too early for philisophical thought. Sean busied himself with making tea, trying not to wake Billy. Allowing him these few more hours of sleep before he would have to get up. Sean smiled when he felt arms circle his waist.
"Mornin' love," Sean said, cocking his head to the side, allowing Billy to nuzzle his neck.
"Too early," Billy muttered. "You always get up too early." Sean didn't say anything. When Billy slept, he was dead to the world. He wouldn't know if a hurricane hit and the roof was torn off. Yet here was letting Sean know that he was aware when he climbed out of bed every morning at 3. "Love, stop thinking," Billy said, snapping Sean out of his thoughts. "The steam is burning my ears." Sean could feel him smile.
Sean swatted at Billy's hands clasped over his stomach. "Why do I put up with you, huh?" Sean asked, covering Billy's hands with his own.
"It's the famed Boyd charm," Billy replied. "No one is safe."
"I thought it was because you fold the dish towels in those nifty little space-saving squares," Sean offered.
"That too." Billy lifted his head from Sean's neck. "What were you thinking about?"
"When?"
"When you left me to freeze and stood in front of the window," Billy stated.
"Just general stuff," Sean replied, and started to push back the cuticles on his fingers.
Billy let go of Sean and moved to face him. He pointed to Sean's hands. "That is general stuff Sean," he said, letting his hands rest on top of Sean's. "Talk to me, love."
"Why do you love me?" Sean blurted out.
Billy laughed. "Is that what's been bothering you?"
"It's a part of it," Sean answered. "C'mon. Why?"
"Why? I dunno, Sean. Because...because you're sweet and funny and smart and a great person. Because you are sloppy and have crazy beliefs. Because you care about people and, even though you've been doing this forever, you're this painfully honest man in a world of 'yes men.' Because you smell incredible. Because," Billy sighed, taking a brief moment to think. "Because you're you when I come home. Not Bormoir or Macbeth. You're you. This crazy guy who throws his stuff everywhere and hugs me and makes me feel home. This guy who loves footie, loves me." Billy looked up into Sean's eyes. "That's why I love you. Simply, I love you because you're you and no one else."
Sean couldn't say anything, just stood there with his eyes wide open. Billy smiled. "Look at you, all wide-eyed and stuff," he said, bringing his hand up to cup Sean's face. "God love ya Seanie. You know how much you mean to me. Why is it always a surprise? You gotta have faith, love. I know you love me. I love you because I do."
"Kinda like that Apple Jacks commerical, right?" Sean smiled. "Because you do?"
Billy snorted. "Yeah, I just do. You're a real cunt early in the morning, ya know that? You go from wanting a deep conversation to being completely daft in less than 2 minutes." Billy shook his head. "What am I going to do with you, huh?"
"Plenty, I hope," Sean replied, wiggling his eyebrows. Billy wasted no time pulling Sean back to the warmth of their bed.