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Sequel to "Pleasure from pressure" (DM/EW)
Title: "The nicotine had its calming effect"
Author: Moi. Anna.
Pairing: DM/EW
Summary: "If you’re still there you can come up."
Rated: G
Disclaimer: As far as I know this is NOT true. It's fiction.
AN: This is a part of my Realization-series. Please read the other parts before reading this. They can all be found in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fics_by_flumsan. Would like to thank Lauren and Christie for their help when my brain stopped functioning. If this whole buzzing-calling-thing is cnfusing, please let me know. And if that's not the way it works for real in LA, then I'm sorry but being from Sweden I have no idea. And it had to be like this or it wouldn't work. =P There.
Elijah banged his head into the wall for what seemed like the millionth time that night. He was still sitting right where Dom had left him, head spinning, breathing unsteady, nervously gnawing at his fingernails. The scene played over and over in his head but what it always came back to was the kiss and the feeling of Dom’s body pressed up against his own.
He rubbed his face and felt the wetness on his cheeks. This surprised him – he hadn’t realized that he had been crying.
Memories washed over him, images, feelings, quotes…
The day they had gone hunting, all the premieres they had been to and how Dom’s face always lit up whenever Elijah was mentioned. All he drunken phone-calls, the time they peed in the fountain and when they had a drinking contest, all the videogames they had played and of course all the memories from when Dominic had lived with him after they finished filming.
Realization hit him and he scrambled to his feet and followed Dom’s path out of the building. Being pretty sure that Dom had gone home (something he usually did when he got angry) he made his way down the unusually quiet Los Angeles-streets. It must’ve been later then he had thought, the streets were almost empty. When he finally got to Dom’s apartment building he was out of breath. He had used to know which buttons to press to get in but it had been a while since he had been there. Getting nauseous with nervousness he quickly lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. The nicotine had its calming effect and after finishing it he pressed the button next to Dom’s name.
“Yes?” Dominic’s voice was stern and so very British and Elijah’s heart started pounding faster. He closed his eyes and told himself that he was not going to get all emotional because of Dom’s accent.
“Yea, it’s me. I… Could you please let me in?”
“I’d rather not.” -Click-
*
Dominic turned restlessly in his soft bed. He looked at the clock and realized that what had felt like an hour had actually only been about 7 minutes. It had been a little over an hour since Elijah had buzzed. He figured that since he wasn’t getting any sleep anyways, he might as well just do what he had been debating whether to do or not in his head for the last hour.
He picked up the phone, pressed the speaker-button and said,
“If you’re still there you can come up.”
He hung up before he could change his mind and kept telling himself that Elijah had gone home long ago.
*
Elijah grabbed the doorknob just before the door automatically locked again. He had been getting to his feet, about to give up and go home and if he wouldn’t have looked back and spotted his cigarette pack on the ground he would have missed Dom’s quiet voice. He stood silently in the elevator, watching the red numbers ticking away. He had no idea what was going to happen, but the fact that Dom had changed his mind had to be a good thing.
Right?
x-posted all over the place!
Author: Moi. Anna.
Pairing: DM/EW
Summary: "If you’re still there you can come up."
Rated: G
Disclaimer: As far as I know this is NOT true. It's fiction.
AN: This is a part of my Realization-series. Please read the other parts before reading this. They can all be found in
fics_by_flumsan. Would like to thank Lauren and Christie for their help when my brain stopped functioning. If this whole buzzing-calling-thing is cnfusing, please let me know. And if that's not the way it works for real in LA, then I'm sorry but being from Sweden I have no idea. And it had to be like this or it wouldn't work. =P There.Elijah banged his head into the wall for what seemed like the millionth time that night. He was still sitting right where Dom had left him, head spinning, breathing unsteady, nervously gnawing at his fingernails. The scene played over and over in his head but what it always came back to was the kiss and the feeling of Dom’s body pressed up against his own.
He rubbed his face and felt the wetness on his cheeks. This surprised him – he hadn’t realized that he had been crying.
Memories washed over him, images, feelings, quotes…
The day they had gone hunting, all the premieres they had been to and how Dom’s face always lit up whenever Elijah was mentioned. All he drunken phone-calls, the time they peed in the fountain and when they had a drinking contest, all the videogames they had played and of course all the memories from when Dominic had lived with him after they finished filming.
Realization hit him and he scrambled to his feet and followed Dom’s path out of the building. Being pretty sure that Dom had gone home (something he usually did when he got angry) he made his way down the unusually quiet Los Angeles-streets. It must’ve been later then he had thought, the streets were almost empty. When he finally got to Dom’s apartment building he was out of breath. He had used to know which buttons to press to get in but it had been a while since he had been there. Getting nauseous with nervousness he quickly lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. The nicotine had its calming effect and after finishing it he pressed the button next to Dom’s name.
“Yes?” Dominic’s voice was stern and so very British and Elijah’s heart started pounding faster. He closed his eyes and told himself that he was not going to get all emotional because of Dom’s accent.
“Yea, it’s me. I… Could you please let me in?”
“I’d rather not.” -Click-
*
Dominic turned restlessly in his soft bed. He looked at the clock and realized that what had felt like an hour had actually only been about 7 minutes. It had been a little over an hour since Elijah had buzzed. He figured that since he wasn’t getting any sleep anyways, he might as well just do what he had been debating whether to do or not in his head for the last hour.
He picked up the phone, pressed the speaker-button and said,
“If you’re still there you can come up.”
He hung up before he could change his mind and kept telling himself that Elijah had gone home long ago.
*
Elijah grabbed the doorknob just before the door automatically locked again. He had been getting to his feet, about to give up and go home and if he wouldn’t have looked back and spotted his cigarette pack on the ground he would have missed Dom’s quiet voice. He stood silently in the elevator, watching the red numbers ticking away. He had no idea what was going to happen, but the fact that Dom had changed his mind had to be a good thing.
Right?
x-posted all over the place!