The PBJ Anniversary
Saturday, April 24th, 2004
The PBJ Anniversary
A Billy/Dom Chat
Billy: *It’s a nice, sunny Saturday afternoon and I’m alone. Well, obviously. However, this Saturday happens to be our fourth month anniversary, so I suppose I’m waiting a bit more anxiously for Dom to get home. I’ve taken upon myself the task of planting some new geraniums in the front yard, and after working for several hours, I’m ready to call it quits for the day. But for some reason I have a desire to have Dom come upon me actually doing something worthwhile with my time, so I stick with the job, knowing he’ll be home any minute now.*
Dom: *I speed my bike around the drive, gravel sputtering from under my tires, looking to the house to see Billy doing a bit of yard work with the garden. I stand on the pedals as my bike coasts closer, stretching my legs with a smile, expectant to see Billy look over his shoulder at me. This is nice... A lovely, sunny day with Billy out in the garden and all of my work behind me. The smell of fresh soil hangs in the air as I slow my bike next to Billy’s row of new geraniums, and when I set my foot down on the ground, I perk with a bit of a shrug.* My dear, how nice to see you out! Goodness, you’re filthy.
Billy: *I tip my head back over my shoulder, looking at Dom upside down with a grin.* I thought you liked me dirty, Dommie. *I flop down on my back in the grass in front of the flower bed, looking up at him.* How did your day go?
Dom: Good... *I grin and swing my leg around the back of my bike, kicking down the stand and tipping the bike to it’s side. I stand beside it, looking down at Billy’s soft smile while playing my fingers on the texture of the bike’s handlebars.* McKenzie was busy most of the day, so I was left to myself. Have you gotten much work done? *I wave toward the flowers alongside of him, assorted colors of pink and purple.*
Billy: *I nod, stretching my arms and legs out as I spread in the grass.* Lots and lots. More than should be allowed on a Saturday. *Reaching out a hand, I touch a blossom with my fingertips before patting the grass, looking up at Dom with an expectant glance. My hands fold behind my head, pillowing it against the ground.* Mind you, I find it rather sad that I had to buy myself flowers on our anniversary. *I tease gently, not expecting Dom to have remembered.*
Dom: *My body goes stiff. After a moment of quick thinking, I let a hesitant smile crawl back onto my lips and one by one wrap my fingers around the handlebar of my bike. Judging by Billy’s expression, I’d say he’d supposed I forgot all about our anniversary; for the ...two…three... fourth time. But I still look like an arse. This isn’t winning me any good boyfriend points.* Right... I, um, our anniversary... *I glance to the house and almost at once, a light bulb flickers in my head.* Our anniversary, yeh, well!.. *I clap my hands together suddenly and look at him.* I think I’ll go in for a change of clothes now. *And I’m already bounding up the porch stairs when he flashes curiosity, my own guilty smile beaming back to him for a moment before heading through the front door.*
Billy: *I don’t think that’s fair at all. He forgets our anniversary, and then he won’t even give me a hello kiss. I consider chasing after him, because I ought to really take a shower anyway, but the ground is far too comfortable, and I’m far too lazy to move. He’ll come back out eventually. I let my eyes slip shut in the late afternoon sun, not really sleeping, but dozing slightly, enjoying my favorite time of the week – when Dom comes home and we realize we have more than a whole day to enjoy each other’s company.*
Dom: *I enter into the darkness of the house, (at least, as my eyes adjust), and head straight for the kitchen, burrowing into one of the cupboards as soon as I reach it.* No, no, no... *I mumble to myself, pushing Tupperware and pitchers aside, closing the door of the cupboard and standing to reach another above the countertop. But as I’m going for the next door, I spot something of what I’m looking for atop the refrigerator, and grab it quickly, dropping it down to the counter and opening the lid of what looks to be a long-unused trout basket. Looks clean enough anyway. I blow into the basket, sending a plume of dust away, and I cough, waving fumes like bushwhacking to the refrigerator door. Opening the fridge, I immediately plunder its contents, setting nearly everything on the counter beside my basket. I scoot around the door with a jar of jelly in my hand, kicking the fridge door closed behind me as I reach into a drawer for a butter knife. I set down the jar and swivel open the bag of bread, pulling out four slices as I open the butter, which I spread on each piece as soon as I retrieve it. I wonder if Billy can hear all of this noise I’m making, I think to myself, lathering a slice of bread with peanut butter. He’ll think his whole kitchen has come alive like in some nightmarish cartoon, and it will be my sorcery that’s to blame for the mess afterward. I press my bread slices, spread with peanut butter and jelly, together and grab Bill’s cloth napkins to wrap them in. With a quick thought, I lay a few napkins into the bottom of my basket, too, just in case it was a trout basket at some time in the past, which is something Billy would know about and might find unsanitary. After the sandwiches are packed, I reach to the fruit bowl for a couple apples...maybe a few bananas, too...and then consider the content of my basket.* Missing something... *I muse, scratching my chin. Looking casually around the kitchen, I notice the pantry, and without hesitation, snatch up an unopened box of Wheat Thins and toss them in the basket, closing it up and making off with it to front door. A little smile starts at the corner of my mouth as I consider this; I’m quite an arse after all, but a clever one. Maybe Billy will see the beauty of my forgetfulness as I do. I open the front door into the sunlight again, and Billy looks up from his place on the ground. I grin proudly, a bit unintentionally, when he looks and make my way carefully down the porch with my great basket in my arms, hoping that Billy isn’t really concerned with the fact that I haven’t changed clothes.*
Billy: *Propping myself up on my elbows, I give Dom an inquisitive glance, but then figure out what he’s gone and done. My lips quirk into a smile as I once again pat the ground beside me, more insistent this time.* You forgot to change. *I chuckle, looking down at my own dirty, sweaty appearance.* And I’m disgusting. *Reaching behind, I grab the hose, hoping to get some of the grime off my hands at least.*
Dom: I meant to forget. *I grin and gently lower myself to the grass beside him, cradling the basket in my arms. A bit of the spray from the hose hits my skin when he turns the water on, and I put the basket between us, watching him wash up for a bit before I lean over and put a big kiss on his cheek.* Happy Fourth Anniversary, lovely... Mm, you smell like summertime. *I move away from his skin and laugh a little when another spray of water hits my arm.* I’m glad to see you’re showering for the occasion, sweetheart.
Billy: I’d hate to smell too rank. It is a special occasion, after all. And so lovely of you to have remembered. *I smile sweetly at him, shutting off the hose and laying it down in the grass again before reaching for the lid of the basket.* Well, what have we got here? Roast duck? Fresh garden salad? Maybe a bottle of champagne or two?
Dom: Cheeky. *I turn Bills a sour look, opening the basket and pulling out an apple, and eventually a sandwich.* No, as a matter of fact, I’m almost positive that the four month anniversary is the Peanut Butter and Jelly Anniversary. *I hand him a cloth-covered sandwich with a grin and then retrieve my own sandwich from the basket, setting it aside as I take the other foods out as well.* And you’ll be happy to know that it is also the Wheat Thins Anniversary, which are better than any duck really, unless you’d prefer I fetch you one out of the river...
Billy: No, this will be quite sufficient, thank you. *I mumble around a bite, already scarfing down my sandwich. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was.* I’ll just send you out for takeaway if I really don’t think I’ll last. *Already too lazy to remain upright, I take a few more contented bites of my sandwich and lay back down in the grass, this time with my head resting comfortably against Dom’s thigh.* Thanks love, this is the best PBJ anniversary I’ve ever had. And I mean that from the bottom of my heart. *Just so he knows I’m genuine, I tip my head and press a kiss to his trousered leg, not caring if I get crumbs or peanut butter on them. After all, he doesn’t have to wear them tomorrow. He doesn’t have to wear anything tomorrow, really.*
Dom: *A smile bends my lips as I unwrap my sandwich, feeling Billy's warm head tip a kiss to my leg. I nestle under him a little more and stroke his hair as I take a bite of my mid-afternoon meal.* You shouldn't spoil me with praises... *I murmur around my mouthful of sandwich, pointing and grinning warmly down at Billy as he licks a dab of jelly from his upper lip.* I'm spoiled enough as it is. I want you all to myself for the rest of time. I won't share. When you come down to it, I'm really a horrible person. *I shake my head and take another large bite of sandwich.*
Billy: A horrible person I want to spend forever with. *I reply happily, finishing off my sandwich in a few more quick bites. I may have to send him out after all... I reach for the box of Wheat Thins, unable to quite grasp it, and make gimme hands in its direction instead.*
Dom: *Seeing his beckoning fingers, I pull the Wheat Thins box nearer to him.* You mean that, Bill? *I ask softly, watching him fumble with the lid and feeling suddenly solemn. I'd hate to ruin our fun, saying things like this...but it struck me just now how wonderful those words sounded around his lips; that he'd spend forever with me, despite any of my horribleness. Of course that really sounds crazy when I think about it... But its hard to feel nothing about what he said when he looks this beautiful just opening a box of crackers.*
Billy: Hmmm? *Damn plastic bags. If we had wanted our crackers in a bag, we would have bought them in a bag, not a bloody cardboard box. As soon as I manage to wrestle the bag open I tip my head up to Dom, watching the sun slant over his head and through his hair.* Of course I mean that. All of it, except for the part about you being horrible. *I smile up at him, reaching into the box for the first cracker, which I hold up, tapping it gently against his lips.* I wouldn’t be lying here, sweaty and grass-stained on our fourth month anniversary, already planning next month’s anniversary if I didn’t mean it.
Dom: *My smile blooms suddenly and a taste of salt from the cracker slips onto my lips. Everything he does is adorable. I tilt my head a little and bite onto the cracker he offers, slipping it gently from his fingers and pulling into my mouth to be munched up into tasty bits, still grinning gladly.* I love you. *I say, mouth still full of cracker bits, blushing lightly.*
Billy: *I sit up suddenly, turning to plant myself in his lap, facing him and wrapping my arms about his torso.* I love you too. *I say with a small grin, tipping my forehead against his and squeezing him gently.* Now hurry up and finish chewing. I haven’t had a proper kiss since you got home, and I’m feeling quite put out about that. On our anniversary, nonetheless.
Dom: *I munch now very quickly, comically and swallow, coming open with a great smack of the lips and a full-toothed grin.* All done! Where's my kiss? *I bounce, tossing my arms around his waist.*
Billy: Don’t know, where do you think it is? *I roll my eyes slightly and shake with a bit of laughter, leaning forward to press my lips to his with everything I’ve been saving up all day. I don’t care how many anniversaries he forgets. As long as he comes home every day with a kiss for me, I’ll be happy.*
Dom: *Mm, yes... I can't believe this wasn't my first thought when I got home today... My lips move in languid circles around his until, at last, I receive that little slip of tongue I was waiting for and moan happily on the taste of it. I linger a bit on its shape, playing with its different textures, before slipping away just enough to speak.* Happy *I kiss him softly again.* Anniversary *Another short, playful kiss, and a whisper.* Love... *And I tip my head back to see the sunlight fall on his skin again.* There; your proper anniversary kiss.
Billy: How is it you always know exactly what to get me for our anniversary? *I ask blissfully, tipping my head to rest against his shoulder, fingers drawing pictures on his back.* Clever Dommie.
Dom: *I grin over his shoulder, quite chuffed, and secure my arms snugly around his body.* You know... *I speak softly, bringing my head closer to his as he cuddles against me.* One of these days I ought to buy you a real anniversary present. *I grin as I see his knowing smile perk.* Get you a nice, expensive, unnecessary piece of jewelry or something and then actually take you out to eat at some unnecessarily overpriced restaurant with origami napkins and live music. *I place a kiss on his forehead and look back at him.* Meaning, something other than The Streets. Hey?
Billy: Yeah, well, until that day comes I’m not going to throw out my earplugs, just so you know. *I reply, raising an eyebrow at him. I wonder if he thinks I’m joking.* You know I don’t need that though, right? Really, if I wanted to go out for a fancy meal I would have dragged you out long ago. But going out is overrated. It means I have to not only wait for dinner to be done but also all through the car ride home before I can have you naked.
Dom: *I smile, humored as well as complimented, and give him another quick kiss on the cheek without reply. That's all he really needs to know anyway, I think, considering how open I am about topics like these.* Let me ask you something, hey? *I straighten up, looking into the trees with thought, hoping to get a little more talk into today before it winds down to simply the physical (which, really, I'm not opposed to at all). I just think Bill enjoys talk as much as I enjoy hearing him say he wants me naked. I tilt my head to him again and nuzzle him a bit curiously.* Why did you fall in love with me? When I first took you out for Christmas Eve, I could've sworn you hated me. *I give him a shy grin.* Something must've happened between then and now, huh?
Billy: I never hated you! *I exclaim, a bit surprised, though, now that I think about it, it probably did seem that way.* I couldn’t ever hate you. *I say softer, smiling.* I was in love with you, I think, for quite some time. Well, half in love with you and half in love with MS. *I shake my head slowly, looking down at the grass. No one has a more complicated love story than us.* I was in love with you, as much as a person can be in love with his best friend. And I was in love with MS as romantically as possible. And when the two of you fused together, well... *I shrug a bit, kissing his cheek a couple times, slowly, gently.* I now sit in the lap of the man I love who was here all along but I failed to see.
Dom: *My brow skews a bit as I consider him.* You really loved me the whole time? *I hate to look so incredulous, but really... I was in the doghouse enough even before our relationship began to know that it wasn't all candy and roses between the two of us. And now it seems like MS was the one dividing us. I wonder if we would still be here today if I hadn't written those letters?* MS, that wanker. He totally ruined my chances with you for a good four or five months. I can't believe I was in competition with myself that whole bloody time. *I pause to reflect on it, then lean in for a sweet Billy-kiss to relieve my regret.* Good thing I came out on top. *I smile at him brightly.*
Billy: I wouldn’t blame him too much, you know. *I say, considering. It seems odd now to think that MS used to be such a big part of my life. I don’t even get letters anymore which, now that I think about it, seems odd, considering how much I depended on them at one point.* He gave you that push when you needed it. And he was all too happy to give me up to you, so really, I think you owe him a lot. *I grin and splay my hands against his back as I lean in for another kiss.* He was also the one who made me realize how wonderful you are, and made me fall in love with you.
Dom: Really? *I beam genuinely and admire his words. As many times as I've heard it in my life, the phrase "fall in love with you" still holds such a bearing on my heart. I can't even kiss him, because my silly smile would get in the way.* Did he really ever tell you that I was wonderful? *I tease, trying to hide the blush on my cheeks.* Were you two playing matchmakers behind my back? *I grin with fake nonchalance, hoping, really, to hear something sweet pour from his mouth.*
Billy: Oh yes. *I give a short nod, sliding my arms about his neck. I hum the Fiddler on the Roof song for a moment before grinning at him. My fingers curl against his neck, stroking the soft skin gently.* He told me all about how wonderful you were. It’s a good thing I listened to him, too. Before he mentioned it to me I thought you were a bit of a wanker, really.
Dom: I was a wanker. *But in spite of myself, I grin, and snuggle my arms around his waist.* It's pretty wankerish to go talking yourself up in secret letters just so you can steal someone's heart. Even if you can't help it. *I allow a pause, just smiling at him and hoping that my expression will make him unfold his little grin into a big one; that he and I will just look at each other like this for one half-second too long, so I can say that we've "had a moment." His eyes become light, and when his smile has just bloomed, when he gazes at me and I only see him, and when that tiny half-second has passed, I lean in and quickly kiss him on the mouth.* Did it work?
Billy: *I tip my head back and laugh, amused at his question, just as I’m amused every time after we make love and he asks, “how was I?”* The only people I have ever known to need such reassurance as you are usually about two decades younger than you. *My grin stretches even farther as I continue to stroke his neck, eyes shining fondly across his face.* You know it worked. Everything you’ve ever done as far as I’m concerned has worked. You stole my heart, you thief, and I’m wrapped around your finger.
Dom: *I tilt my head at him, like a child with a lolly trying not to grin. Dipping down to his cheek, I taste his skin, and I continue to kiss him playfully until I can again hear him giggling against my ear.* I know you're teasing. *I pull away just enough to see him.* Just a little. I can't make you do just anything. Not yet.
Billy: Practically. *I giggle again, feeling the lingering tickle from where his lips have just been touching. I’m surprised that the feeling of his kisses ever fade, that I don’t carry the sensation of his lips on my body all the time. There would be very few places I wouldn’t feel it, in that case.* You got me to write sappy love letters, which I had never done before. You got me to have sex in a classroom, Dom. That’s impressive. *I smile, teasing gently.* And you got me to let someone into my life after not having done so for a year. I’d say as far as changing my life around, you’ve done a pretty good job so far.
Dom: Hm. *I grin with pride, and also a little surprise. I suppose I'd never really thought about how much Billy has changed since I first came to this town. All of the things he's done for me that he might not have done for anyone else... It almost feels like he's been mine this whole time. Though, I hadn't done any of the things that he has, either, until I met him. So perhaps we're both just tangled around each other's fingers, helplessly, doing anything for one another, which is really good, considering we both want the very best for each other. I smile again and pull him close, resting my head against his.* You've made my life incredible, Bill. I've never been as excited as this in my life. This whole little, boring town is exciting. Feels so full of everything... Of you.. *I sigh from the love of my heart.* I'd do so many crazy things for you, Billy.
Billy: Sometimes I think you’re just crazy... *I tease gently, fingertips coming up to brush lightly against the back of his neck, pressing my forehead against his.* Crazy for loving me... *But no, that’s not quite right, and I frown a bit at myself. I don’t want to think that way, because I know he’s not crazy for loving me, that, like it or not, I feel it inside me that we’re made for each other, and nothing can change that.* Crazy for wanting to stay here, in this town. Seems like a bloke like you would want to be out in the world, and sometimes I’m concerned that I’ve made you settle a bit to early.
Dom: Mm… *I only smile and kiss him again near the cheek. Forehead resting on his still, I shake my head lightly and whisper.* Now you're the crazy one, love. Why would I ever want to go out into a world that doesn't have you in it? *I pause and hug him close around the waist. It's so easy to get lost like this. I don't even remember what I was doing... Oh right, it's our anniversary. Of course it is. The peanut butter and jelly one. I grin a little bit, and even more so simply because Billy doesn't know why I'm doing it. He's really unbearable - him and his sweet, curious looks. Like he's going to put me in the corner for misbehaving. Well, here, my sweetheart, is something you can put me in the corner for. Quickly, I kiss him on the lips and pull back with a laugh.* You are completely mad, Bill. I'm not leaving this spot, ever, and you can't make me want to go out and see the world.
Billy: Never? *I ask incredulously, laughing along with him as I reach up to run my fingers through his hair.* You really want to stay in this spot forever? As in the front yard. Even though I’m all sweaty and revolting in my gardening clothes and you’re stuck in your cute little postman’s uniform? Even though summer won’t last forever, and it’ll snow and we’ll freeze? *I raise an eyebrow, fingers sinking through his hair as I tip his head back to look at him, watching the sunlight play across his amused expression.* Even though, earlier today I was feeling particularly generous so I went to the grocery store and bought some ice cream, along with some chocolate syrup and whipped cream? *I take a moment to observe his response to that temptation, and it’s nothing short of satisfying.* I certainly don’t expect you to go out and see the world, Dommie. But the kitchen doesn’t really count as the world, does it?
Dom: *I look at him with an expression between shock and a half-smile, holding him just far enough away to ask:* You just said "ice cream," right?
Billy: I think I did, yeah. It might even be cookies and cream. But that’s just something you’re going to have to find out for yourself, isn’t it? *These are dangerous insinuations to make, especially when I’m planted directly on his lap and I really don’t think Dom would hesitate to turn me out of it in desperation for cookies and cream ice cream. However, my words are entirely true. It may be the PBJ anniversary and the wheat thins anniversary, but it’s also the ice cream sundae anniversary, a fact I was aware of since I paused before the freezer section of the grocery store this morning.*
Dom: *My heart sighs and I lean my head toward him with sudden affection.* I love you...
Billy: *I grin, brimming with happiness, and resist the urge to topple him over in the grass. Actually, I don’t. My hand cupping the back of his head to shelter it from the impact against the ground, I push him back until he’s lying down and then my lips are upon his, kissing him deeply before he has the chance to say anything. It’s long moments before I can draw my lips away from him long enough to murmur.* I love you, too, in case that didn’t just prove as much.
Dom: Hah... maybe you're better than ice cream, hm... *I muse lazily. My hand comes up from the small of his back to his cheek and strokes gently.* Maybe I want both you and ice cream, what do you say to that, my Billy? But I think I'd have to get you up to have my wish, and I'm really very comfortable. *I lift my head enough to kiss his temple and sigh under him.* Mm, though... I really do want ice cream... *I say, resting back with a silly smile.*
Billy: *He does look comfortable, as am I, and as much as I don’t want to move, I fear I’m going to have to. After all, he’s done all the giving on this anniversary, and I think it’s my turn. I place a finger over his lips, shaking my head with a grin as I begin to stand.* Don’t you dare move. *I warn, reaching over to stuff the rest of the meal in the basket and pick it up, running back up the porch steps with it. Once back in the house I head straight for the kitchen, dropping the bag unceremoniously on the counter before reaching into the fridge for the ice cream. On my way back out I grab a spoon, already pulling off the lid of the carton as I head back outside. I drop down onto Dom again, straddling his lap and spooning a bite of ice cream before poking the overflowing spoon against his lips.* Miss me?
Dom: Mm-hm! *I grunt with surprise as a cold scoop of ice cream is popped between my lips. I taste the sugar on my tongue and suddenly smile, feeling warm, cozy, and cold all at the same time.* Mm..good kind. *I squirm a little under Billy's body to get at the perfect ice-cream-feeding angle, wiggle my shoulders into the grass, tilt my head, and then pop open my mouth for another taste.* Aah...
Billy: *I laugh delightedly and spoon him out another bite, feeding it to him more carefully this time. I wait until he’s fully savored and swallowed it and then opened his mouth for another bite before I have a bit myself, only letting it linger on my tongue for a bare moment before leaning down and taking his face between my hands, kissing him and sharing the bite with him. I hum happily as I pull back.* Guess maybe you don’t have to move after all.
Dom: *I savor this most recent taste with an astonished smile, excitement lingering in every part of my body. Swallowing, I let out a refreshed sigh and allow my hands to rub around to his back, smiling up at him expectantly. That was surprising. And delicious. Two sweets at once, I'm going to start feeling spoiled. I resist the temptation to giggle underneath him.* Billy... *I try to look polite, bending my brow, only a bit, in innocence while maintaining my grin.* ...can I have another kiss?...
Billy: *I pretend to think about it for a moment before nodding with a soft smile, brushing my thumb across his lips, feeling the cold linger from his last bite.* I think that might be arranged. But the real question is, is it a kiss you really want, or do you just want more ice cream?
Dom: *I press another laugh back with my close-lipped smile.* Dunno... *I massage my fingers once or twice into his back and excite when it causes him even the tiniest of grins. I inhale deeply, lifting his body where he sits at my waist. With a great exhale I finish my thought.* Maybe both... *A guilty smirk escapes.*
Billy: Well, at least you’re honest. *I grin and spoon out a large chunk of ice cream, popping it in my mouth and immediately leaning down to Dom, feeding the bit to him with my mouth. I shiver a bit, both from the ice cream and the feeling of his fingers against my back. This is definitely the most delicious way to eat ice cream.*
Dom: Mm... *I swirl the bite in my mouth quickly and nip back at the touch of Billy's lips as he pulls away, just in time to catch another kiss. I smile, satisfied, even as he hovers out of my reach, and lie back down to bask in his loving care. This is, perhaps, one of the most interesting "best" days of my life. I look up at my Billy's smile dreamily and watch him play the spoon a little through the ice cream tub in his hand. Yes, I decide, I am incredibly spoiled after all. And I hope I continue to be spoiled until tomorrow morning. Or perhaps longer? I laugh a little and crane my neck up to sweetly kiss the sticky hand of his that grasps onto the ice cream container.* The Ice Cream Anniversary, mm...? *My lips fall away from the flavour of his skin.* What on Earth will we do next month?
Billy: *I chuckle a bit around another bite, finally releasing the spoon into the carton and draping myself across him. I lie with my chin on his chest, looking up at him as best I can.* Five months, hmm... I suppose we’ll just have to wait and see what we come up with, won’t we?
Dom: *I dip my chin to my collar and look at his beautiful face over the ridge of my nose. Taking up a hand from his waist, I let my fingers find their way to the bend of his ear and then down to the curve of his jaw, brushing his gentle skin in the delicate way that he most smiles upon. I mimic his expression and tilt my head, deciding to move my other hand now even at the joint of his spine, pushing through a little edge of his shirt to a hidden spot on his bare back. His lips curve temptingly and I know he's caught the flicker of my mischievousness.* Would it be too early to start testing some possibilities?...
Billy: *I muse it over a bit, but not really, lips curling into a smile and eyes sliding shut as I inadvertently arch up against his fingertips. I can’t help it, and he knows it.* Mmm... can’t say I’d be opposed to seeing what we can come up with. Just so we’re prepared, you know. *My eyes drift open again and I lean up suddenly to kiss along his chin, allowing the slight taste of his skin to overcome the lingering taste of ice cream.*
Dom: *I duck a few more fingers under the seam of his shirt, warming them on against his skin, following as he moves gently up my body. My head lulls into his exploring kisses, dipping down toward his lips like a leaf moving against a rippling stream.* Mm… *I suddenly find a thread of thought again, furrowing my brow as I try to follow both it, and the movement of his lapping kiss.* ..Mm..m-maybe we should go over this…a- a little more... uh, inside...
Billy: *I smirk against his jaw, feeling it move beneath his skin as he talks, and I let my tongue drag languidly over his skin before speaking.* What is it Dommie, don’t you fancy the day anymore? *But I can’t tease too much, because my own thoughts are quickly drifting towards the indoors, where his fingers may have more room to wander across my back once I get rid of this cumbersome shirt. His as well, while I’m at it. I lean up to lick his lips slowly, finding the last traces of the unique mixture that is Dom and ice cream, before I stand up, taking the ice cream with me. I loom over him, looking down with promise as I hold out my hands to help him up.*
Dom: *Dizzily, I lift a hand and then another to Billy's own outstretched arms and, with his help, I'm able to wobble onto my feet, almost crashing into him in my unbalance. I laugh as we bump at the waist and I smile into his knowing eyes. He's already plotting, I can see it. And yet I know he'll still surprise me in the end. With his hands still in mine, I pull him close and kiss him, holding my lips on his for a patient moment until he finally runs his tongue over my lower lip and sighs with his own impatience as I pull back.* I thought I'd be delivering this anniversary... *I grin and tempt him with another quick kiss.* Don't you trust me, or are you just eager to get all of the credit?...
Billy: *Stealing a quick kiss that I can’t resist I pull back to look fondly into his eyes, squeezing his hands tightly with the ice cream tucked under one arm.* Oh, you more than delivered this anniversary. *I reply with a grateful nod, tugging his hands a bit as I turn back to the house.* Think of this as an advance on next month’s alright? *I look over at him and grin saucily, pulling him along up the porch and into the house where we can pretend to play out all the anniversaries for months to come. Just for practice.*
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