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fellowshippers2004-03-24 04:50 am
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PG-13
DM/EW
Ficlet while totally hyped up on espresso shots.
*
"Do you know what you're looking for, Dom?"
*
Elijah's tongue sweeps searchingly through Dom's mouth and Dom presses back firmly as if to convince him to stop questioning things. Elijah pulls back anyway, his eyelashes casting shadows like prison bars across his cheeks.
"Dom?" he asks softly.
Dom splays an unwavering palm against the curve of Elijah's lower back, never breaking eye contact.
*
The showerhead sprays an unrelenting cascade of cold water as Dom slides to the floor, his back against the tiles. When he curls his knees up and locks his arms around his shins, he realizes that his hands are shivering uncontrollably. He stares as his muscles betray him with every twitch, then folds his shaking fingers into his palms and firmly presses both fists against his mouth.
*
He gazes down at Elijah, who's staring blankly through Dom's torso while humming quiet, lilting notes.
"What are you singing?" Dom murmurs, trying not to disturb the fragile air. He steadily slides his hand up and down Elijah's forearm, not really expecting an answer. The skin feels strangely cool under his touch.
Elijah continues to hum tunelessly against Dom's chest, his voice vibrating through both of their bodies. Dom closes his eyes and lets himself drift off with the echoes of flats and sharps.
*
"It's just that no one ever seems to find what they're looking for."
*
PG-13
DM/EW
Ficlet while totally hyped up on espresso shots.
*
"Do you know what you're looking for, Dom?"
*
Elijah's tongue sweeps searchingly through Dom's mouth and Dom presses back firmly as if to convince him to stop questioning things. Elijah pulls back anyway, his eyelashes casting shadows like prison bars across his cheeks.
"Dom?" he asks softly.
Dom splays an unwavering palm against the curve of Elijah's lower back, never breaking eye contact.
*
The showerhead sprays an unrelenting cascade of cold water as Dom slides to the floor, his back against the tiles. When he curls his knees up and locks his arms around his shins, he realizes that his hands are shivering uncontrollably. He stares as his muscles betray him with every twitch, then folds his shaking fingers into his palms and firmly presses both fists against his mouth.
*
He gazes down at Elijah, who's staring blankly through Dom's torso while humming quiet, lilting notes.
"What are you singing?" Dom murmurs, trying not to disturb the fragile air. He steadily slides his hand up and down Elijah's forearm, not really expecting an answer. The skin feels strangely cool under his touch.
Elijah continues to hum tunelessly against Dom's chest, his voice vibrating through both of their bodies. Dom closes his eyes and lets himself drift off with the echoes of flats and sharps.
*
"It's just that no one ever seems to find what they're looking for."
*