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The World Keeps Spinning
Title: The World Keeps Spinning
Author: The Phantom Writer![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silentnumbsmoke
Pairing: DM/BB
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. Nuh-uh.
Feedback: Please?
Notes: I had the computer temporarily stolen from me, so I sat down and wrote this in about twenty minutes, typed it up and sent it to my beta reader (airlia_vega!). It’s a standalone.
Once, Dom, while in a strangely thoughtful drunken state, told me that the world would keep spinning if he weren’t around.
A limp part of the pillowcase flutters softly when hit with the deep, silent bursts of air from Dominic’s mouth. His floppy hair sticks to his sweaty forehead. Through his eyelids, his eyeballs are moving desperately – he is dreaming. His cheeks are still reddened from making love half an hour ago. Mein Engel. Now, normally, I don’t speak a word of German, but Dom taught me this last week, and the sound of it is sweet and satisfying on my tongue. Mein Engel, I repeat. Usually, Dom is anything but an angel (which is why, in counterpart, he taught me mein Teufel – my devil), but, as he lies there, oblivious to the half of the world that’s awake, aware of no evils unless confronted by them in his dreams, he remains mein Engel.
I am jerked out of my thoughts as Dom grabs my hand with a vice-like grip, gasping awake. “Bill,” he gasps, his light eyes intense with fear.
“Dom?” I speak soothingly. “It’s okay … only a dream…”
He cuddles against my bare chest, a new, cold sweat slicking his body. “I dreamt I lost you…” His voice wavers. “I kept searching and screaming your name, but… I lost you.” He closes his eyes like he has just witnessed the worst possible occurrence.
“Did the world keep spinning?” I question, stroking his hair softly.
“No,” he chokes out, burying his face deeper into my chest. “I lost you … and all else lost its meaning.”
I smile and place a kiss on his temple.
Once, Dom, while in a strangely thoughtful drunken state, told me that the world would keep spinning if he weren’t around.
After giving him a sharp yet affectionate rap on the shoulder, I told him that he was wrong.
Author: The Phantom Writer
silentnumbsmokePairing: DM/BB
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. Nuh-uh.
Feedback: Please?
Notes: I had the computer temporarily stolen from me, so I sat down and wrote this in about twenty minutes, typed it up and sent it to my beta reader (
airlia_vega!). It’s a standalone. Once, Dom, while in a strangely thoughtful drunken state, told me that the world would keep spinning if he weren’t around.
A limp part of the pillowcase flutters softly when hit with the deep, silent bursts of air from Dominic’s mouth. His floppy hair sticks to his sweaty forehead. Through his eyelids, his eyeballs are moving desperately – he is dreaming. His cheeks are still reddened from making love half an hour ago. Mein Engel. Now, normally, I don’t speak a word of German, but Dom taught me this last week, and the sound of it is sweet and satisfying on my tongue. Mein Engel, I repeat. Usually, Dom is anything but an angel (which is why, in counterpart, he taught me mein Teufel – my devil), but, as he lies there, oblivious to the half of the world that’s awake, aware of no evils unless confronted by them in his dreams, he remains mein Engel.
I am jerked out of my thoughts as Dom grabs my hand with a vice-like grip, gasping awake. “Bill,” he gasps, his light eyes intense with fear.
“Dom?” I speak soothingly. “It’s okay … only a dream…”
He cuddles against my bare chest, a new, cold sweat slicking his body. “I dreamt I lost you…” His voice wavers. “I kept searching and screaming your name, but… I lost you.” He closes his eyes like he has just witnessed the worst possible occurrence.
“Did the world keep spinning?” I question, stroking his hair softly.
“No,” he chokes out, burying his face deeper into my chest. “I lost you … and all else lost its meaning.”
I smile and place a kiss on his temple.
Once, Dom, while in a strangely thoughtful drunken state, told me that the world would keep spinning if he weren’t around.
After giving him a sharp yet affectionate rap on the shoulder, I told him that he was wrong.
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After giving him a sharp yet affectionate rap on the shoulder, I told him that he was wrong.
Aww. I like how you ended this. ^^ How sweet.
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I was wondering if you would be willing to give me permission to archive this on my site (http://fandoms.broken-road.net)? I'd be honoured to include it.
I feel like I have asked your permission to archive one of your stories before.. or perhaps meant to ask you... I apologize fiercely if you declined previously, and I also apolgoize for not remembering. It's been a rough day.
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1. What should I put as your name?
2. What site should your name link to? Website? LJ?
3. What's your email?
4. Should I make your email public for feedback?
And I'll definitely check out all your other stories. If there are any I want to archive I'll leave a comment <3
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2. I don't have a website, so I guess you'd better link to my LJ.
3. FishDoug44@hotmail.com -- if you have any more questions or you'd like to discuss something, feel free to email me!
4. Sure, go ahead. Public email.
Yay! I feel so nifters. :)
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MANY THANKS! *hugs*
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you already know i love it.
but i just had to say.
awwwwwwwww. so cuuuuute. *g*