Cookies!
Thursday, January 29th, 2004
Cookies!
A Dom/Billy Chat
Dom: *I shrug my shoulders a bit as I walk away from my bike toward the porch, large, brown grocery bag crinkling in my arms. I wonder if Bill will be angry that I'm a little late from work... Stepping lightly up the stairs to the front door of our house, I decide that he probably will be a little angry...but certainly all of that anger will be turned into joy when he sees the surprise I've gotten for him while he was waiting. I glance into my bag as I slump it into one arm, retrieving a hand to open the screen door and twist the knob of the heavy door behind it, propping the screen with my foot. As the door comes open, I duck in, grinning in expectation of my Billy waiting and out of impatience to see him, and see him soon. I close the door behind me with a click and shuffle my bag into both arms again, biting back my smile a little as I glance into the living room.*
Billy: *I’m pretty sure my hearing has become highly sensitive to the sound of the screen door creaking open, especially on days when I’m expecting it to sound a half an hour before it does. I’m not yet worried about where Dom could be, but more on the level of curious and a bit miffed. No, that’s not right. Just desperate to see him. So when the door finally opens I’m off the couch in an instant, book deserted on the coffee table, and I step into the entryway, hands on my hips.* About bloody time. Forget the way home? *I’m not really angry though; can’t be at the sight of him shifting near the door, small smile in place, and I swear he looks even better than he did when we parted this morning, if that’s possible. So I grin and walk towards him, catching him by the waist and pulling him to me for a lingering welcome home kiss, only barely aware of the bag between us. At least until we pull apart.* Hmm, what’s this then? *I attempt to peak into the bag.*
Dom: *I laugh lightly out of the kiss and pull my hand closed over the bag, gladly squished against him and feeling very welcomed home.* No peeking, you. *I peck at his cheek gently and giggle inside, excitement tingling in my stomach. I love playing these games with Billy. It's been all of...a little over two weeks that we've been together, but I'm still surprised by his after-work greetings; tossing a bit of a twist in there is a welcome toy. I grin and nibble at him a little more, my bag getting a bit bent between us...but, oh, he smells good today. Had I missed it this morning?* What have you been up to while I was gone? *I ask through a teasing smile.*
Billy: A lot of nothing. *I say matter-of-factly, tugging him along after me into the kitchen. I throw a grin back over my shoulder at him.* Besides thinking about you. *It still feels strange to say things like that and actually mean them, but it’s a good sort of strange. I head over to the refrigerator and open it up, calling over to him.* Beer? *I pull out two, anticipating his answer. Turning back to him with a little smirk in place, I advance on him, setting the beers down on the counter before taking the bag from his hands and setting it next to them. I push him playfully against the counter, pressing up against him before leaning in to kiss him.* What were you doing while you were gone?
Dom: Mm... *I taste the kiss thoroughly before attempting a reply, feeling his body come warm against my front.* Thinking about giving up postal work to become a stay-at-home boyfriend. *I raise my eyes slowly to meet his and smile.* Or maybe just a stay-with-you boyfriend. *Damn, that word is something amazing - "boyfriend." Every time I say it there's a shock straight to my pulse. Someone should do some research on that; tell me it's not just mild heart-attack. I am actually a boyfriend again. And in a very good way this time. It seems like forever since I've been called that. I hum silent happiness all over his skin as I mumble kisses on his jaw, breathing in another deep scent of him.*
Billy: *That’s a pleasant thought. Not a terribly practical one, but as I wrap my arms around his waist and lean fully against him, letting my lips simply rest on his, who’s thinking of practicality?* Not a bad idea. However, unfortunately one of us has to pay the bills and therefore keep a job, and I have a feeling you’d be a terrible distraction to... the children. So I’m afraid I can’t take you to school with me, sorry. *I close my eyes with a smile, pressing a bit deeper into the kiss and swiping my tongue against his. Delicious. This is more than lovely, and it almost makes me forget about the bag on the counter. Almost. But I pull back finally, raising both eyebrows as I blink between the bag and his face.* Are you going to tell me what you’ve brought home?
Dom: *I grin mischievously, leaning back into the counter and resting my arms comfortably around him.* Maybe...if you're good... *I reach out my hand and grab the bag securely, guarding it from any of his sneak attacks, and pull it to my side on the counter. Giggling again rises to my throat as he flashes a familiar expression of his, a smile playing around that little bow in his lip.* Be good. *I warn again, meekly.*
Billy: And what qualifies as good in your book, Mr. Monaghan? *I’m already leaning back in to brush my lips against his cheek, all the while looking to see if I can grab that bag and run out of the room before he catches me.* Your definition of good and mine may be substantially different. You may have to refresh my memory.
Dom: *I smile broadly and coax his attention to my gaze with a nudge.* Today, I've thought of a new definition. *Grinning soundly, I press one more kiss on his nose and squeeze his waist a little when he wrinkles it afterward. I lean back a little more to take him in, resolved that what I'm about to say may dismay the both of us for a while.* Today... "good" means being my sweetheart, being lovely, and behaving yourself for a little while... *I rub my thumbs on his waist, still resolved.*
Billy: *I shake my head and roll my eyes, tiny smile still twitching at the corner of my lips, thought I make an effort to disguise it.* That’s what being good is? Sounds more like bloody impossible. *But I back off from my position of pressing him into the counter, still within the confines of his hands.* I suppose I could rise to the challenge. *I look to the other side of the kitchen before looking back to him inquisitively.* Does behaving myself require that I move away? Because, you know, that side of the kitchen is looking very appealing today, and maybe I’ll just go stand over there for a bit. *I make to move from his arms.*
Dom: *My chest twinges and I jump to catch hold of his hands in mine. I laugh as I grasp him back to me, near enough just to feel him.* No! No. That side of the kitchen is off limits at the moment. *My grin spreads across my face and I blush, realising just how blunt my reaction was; knowing full well that it would drive me absolutely mad to be able to see him without simultaneously being able to touch him.* You can't go to that side of the kitchen unless I go there with you. *I pause and send him an eager glance.* I've planned a game for us. We're on one team... And we're going to try to make at least one lovely batch of... *I reach back and lift a small sack from within my grocery bag; a recognisable yellow bag of chocolate chips.* ...cookies, before our patience runs out and we end up shagging each other all over the kitchen. *I grin, trying not to blush any more than I already have.* All right?
Billy: *I gasp in mock horror, bringing a hand up to cover my gaping mouth.* Do you really think we’re up to it? I’m not really sure we can handle that. Sounds a bit advanced for us. *Cookies, huh? Haven’t done that in awhile. I think the last time I baked was the brownies for Dom’s birthday. But I’m not adverse to the idea of filling up the kitchen with warmth and good cookie smells, as long as...* What do we get if we win?
Dom: *My smile pinches my lips closed and I turn to dig a few more ingredients out of my bag, setting them on the countertop.* A warm batch of cookies. *I bite my tongue again and resolve not to turn back to him, teasing.*
Billy: *I really should have seen that coming, because he seems to be in a mood to tease me to death today. I pinch his side hard, a fond smile in place.* Cheeky. *I move over to the other side of the kitchen, where I begin to pull ingredients out of the cupboard.* What else do we need then?
Dom: Hey! *I spin, nabbing at him, pulling down his hands from the cupboard and laughing. My voice comes as a soft scold, and as I speak I nuzzle my nose into his hair.* I told you not to come over here unless I went with you... You're already breaking the rules, Billy. *I shake my head. His hair smells sweet and it's soft as I rest my cheek upon it.* Now. *I look over the top of his head and hold him to me soundly as I speak.* We need sugar. Brown and white.
Billy: I told you. This game is too complex for me. Remember, I’m used to hanging out with first graders. *I think I like this rule, though. I think I’d actually prefer to stick to it. But then again, it’s always fun to break it, just to get to Dom. I place a hand over his with a smile and reach for the brown sugar, then white.* Got it. Who made up these rules, anyway? Just where did you learn this game, hmm?
Dom: I learned it at...work. *I huff a little laugh into his hair and reach past him for the baking soda.* And I made up the rules by myself, when I was thinking of you and cookies. It seemed like a good idea. *I turn my head for a moment to press a little kiss to his head.*
Billy: *Setting the sugars on the counter, I reach for the flour and snag the little bottle of vanilla as well.* Me and cookies, huh? I rank as high up on your list of things to think about as cookies? I’m flattered. *I tease, leaning my head back against his shoulder.* It is a good idea.
Dom: Thanks! *I beam, setting down the baking soda and reaching out for the salt. I'm so close to just giving this up, actually. Being in a nice warm bed with Billy sounds just a bit better than even making cookies. Or eating them. Or dipping them in milk and eating them... And...* You'd be cute with a milk moustache. I'd like to see that. *I put the salt down on the counter and lean my cheek on his hair fondly.* Let's have cookies and big glasses of milk.
Billy: And how old are you today, little boy? Or should I say little mouse? *I’m not sure if he’ll get the reference, but I’ve just about got that book memorized, so I thought I’d throw it in. It’s a first grader’s staple.* I don’t really think a milk mustache is my look, Dommie. *I tilt my head to kiss his cheek quickly, taking his hand and leading him towards the fridge.* Aren’t you getting a bit ahead of yourself, anyway? We have to make the cookies first.
Dom: Ah. *I'm contentedly tugged to the fridge, stopping just behind Billy as he opens the door to the cool air and bends in to get the eggs and butter.* I was just, you know, planning ahead. *I muse, wondering at the marvelous way Billy's shirt stretches over his back as he reaches for the egg carton. I squeeze his hand and my smile tugs at the corner of my mouth a bit farther. He stands slowly and turns, closing the fridge door behind him, and I tilt my head at him while I stand here in his way, hoping he'll just look for a moment and take little instances to forget about the cookies. The edges of my eyes crease a little in a grin as we stand still, and I can feel a bit more love settle down around us to the floor.* I think I have another plan.
Billy: My, aren’t you full of ideas today? *I smirk and set the eggs and butter on the kitchen table, hands settling on my hips as I bite my lip, contemplating him. I’m starting to think this was just his way of telling me he wanted me to make him cookies.* What’s this new plan?
Dom: *I shake my head softly and smile.* Can't tell you. It's a secret. *I put my hands on his waist in turn and rub my thumbs there.* You'll see. *I look aside to the counter at our collection of ingredients, proud for a moment, then slightly confused. I hesitate and make a face.* How do we put this all together then?
Billy: *I don’t suppose Dom did too much baking in his shack, so he’s probably not too well-versed in the art of cookie baking, but the question still catches me off guard and I laugh, pulling away from him to reach under the counter for the mixer.* I’ll show you, but I’m afraid you’re going to have to let me go for this part. *I heft out the mixture, setting it on the counter before reaching back under for another mixing bowl. I flip over the bag of chocolate chips and point to the ingredients.* You mix up the dry ones, I’ll mix up the wet ones, all right?
Dom: *I turn to the counter, leaning against it with my hips and pressing my palms to the edge, eyes roaming over the many boxes and containers. My lips twist in puzzlement.* There are a lot of dry ones. *I turn my head, peering into Billy's empty mixing bowl, inspecting while he opens a package of butter and aims it over the side. The cube plops to the metal base and I lean back, wondering whether I should just admit that I can't bake now and kiss him senseless before he registers the news.* Should I...eh...probably get a bowl, hey? *I shrug and bend down to the cupboard, opening it and pulling out a medium-sized bowl, swiveling it on the counter as I rise and close the cupboard door. I sigh and square my jaw determinedly.* And...the...dry ones... *I reach out and take up the bag of brown sugar on the counter, twisting it open and looking widely for a measuring cup.*
Billy: *It’s endearing, really, how he’s trying to be proper about this, how he’s trying to not let on that he has no idea what he’s doing. I slip the last cube of butter into the bowl and pull open a drawer for the measuring cups, sliding them across the counter to Dom before I pull the brown sugar out of his reach. I gather the flour, salt, and baking soda and pass those to him instead, flashing him a smile before I proceed to measure the brown sugar in my own bowl.*
Dom: *I smile shyly, picking up a cup and rustling open the bag of flour with idle concentration. The bag comes open with a puff of white and I dig down into its contents with my cup, feeling a bit of the soft powder on my knuckles. Pulling my cup from the bag, I inspect the load of ingredient that I have retrieved, piling up over the top of the cup.* Uh.. *I knock the cup lightly over the flour bag, sending most of the excess flour back, then lifting the full cup before Billy.* How many of these do you need? *I ask softly, curiously, standing in wait for his order.*
Billy: *I’ve moved onto the eggs now, intent on not getting any of the shell into the dough, so I finish the egg I’m cracking before turning to him with one amused eyebrow raised.* How many does it say on the package? *I ask, pushing the bag of chips nearer to him. I wonder how long it’s going to take before he has more flour on him than in the bowl.*
Dom: It says... *I peek at the package, quickly looking for the flour and reading.* ...two and a half cups. *I look up to him and grin before dumping the cup of flour into my bowl and sending a plume of it into the air.* Poof! *I watch the white dust settle as I dig my hand back into the flour bag for another cup, digging around until I have enough. I lift the cup and shake it again, leveling the flour on top. Though...it's still a bit...puffy. I stick my tongue in the corner of my mouth and reach out my other hand, pressing my palm firmly down atop the cup to compact the flour. I smile gladly when I see the packed contents from below my hand and tip the cup into my bowl with a tap and another cloud. I rub the back of my hand at my forehead and then dive in for the last half cup, lifting it and spilling bits of flour until I've decided I have about half. Another white puff swirls into the air with the last of it, a pile of soft white in my bowl.* There. *I grin and pull the bowl closer, tapping it on the table and then reaching for the baking soda.* Now how much of this? *I look to the bag and read the measurements, smiling to Billy for a moment as he tosses me a glance.* I'm doing pretty well for myself, hey? I'll bet the dry parts of the cookies will be best.
Billy: I really truly am impressed. You’re a natural. *I’m a bit concerned about how level those two cups were, and just exactly how accurately he measured that half cup, but I push those thoughts aside, hoping that if they were off they countered each other. Besides, it’s just a batch of cookies, and even if they turn out terrible I’ll love them, just because I had the chance to watch him do this. I level out my own cup of white sugar, dumping it in the bowl and reach for the vanilla. Careful not to over-pour, I tip the vanilla into the bowl and set the mixer on low before coming up behind Dom, resting my chin on his shoulder and my hands on his stomach.* Looks delicious already.
Dom: Mmhm. *I laugh softly, loving that familiar warmth pressed against my back. I take the baking soda that I've measured and tip it into the bowl, shaking the edge a bit more simply because I like the look of it all leveled out. I reach for the salt and open the tab, tilting it carefully to my measuring spoon and filling it just enough, then let the grains sprinkle into the bowl. I take the spoon in my hand and whisk it through the bowl's contents once or twice to make sure everything is well and mingled. Leaning my head back a bit to Billy, feeling his cheek touch mine, I speak through a soft smile.* Would you like a taste before it's baked? *I bite my lip, wanting to tease him more, just to discover his reactions. These waters I'm testing are still a bit new to me.*
Billy: Hmmm, tempting. But I don’t want to spoil the affect of the final product. Would you like to taste it? *I reach forward and dip a finger into the floury mixture, bringing it up to Dom’s face and swiping it on the end of his nose.* Oops, missed. *I smile against his ear, kissing his earlobe quickly.* Sorry about that.
Dom: *Goosebumps rise at my arms, though I want to retort, still wiggling my nose from the impact...but his voice is rough at my ear and I'm fallen too far for him to do more than lean back and laugh a little.* You're going to have to work on your aim, Bill; that was a horrible shot. *I reach a finger forward into the bowl and coat it with white, pulling it out again to look at it...then, grinning, I pop my hand over my shoulder to tap Billy's nose in turn. Looks like I'm up for the challenge after all. I chuckle to myself as Billy jumps back a bit, and I reach for the flour bowl again, ducking down in case of retaliation. I arm my finger with another scoop of flour quickly, hoping I won't have to use it, and turn and face Billy, laughing as I see the spot of white dusted sloppily on the tip of his nose.* Aw, sweetheart... *I try not to laugh at him much anymore, though it is rather funny.*
Billy: *I gape in indignation but that doesn’t last long, not with the sight of white on Dom’s nose. I smirk and move out of his range, backing towards the still churning mixer.* I think you’ve forgotten just who it is here who’s got the heavy artillery... I’d be careful if I were you. This stuff is hard to get out of hair. *I nod towards the bowl, eyes wide in a knowing glance.*
Dom: *I bite my lip, still grinning despite his blatant threat, and step a bit closer to him.* I've got tough shampoo. *I say, dismissing his threat as I step even closer. My finger tempts the distance between us, white with flour and ready to hit him at any vulnerable or especially ticklish place.*
Billy: *I flip off the mixer and stick my finger in the goop, holding it before me like a talisman to ward off Doms.* I have salmonella. Consider me armed and dangerous. *I back slowly away from him, focused on keeping him away, and I don’t expect to run into the wall behind me.*
Dom: Don't make me laugh, Bill, I might drop my weapon. *I'm impressed he's actually taken up that mess on his finger, but I still don't believe he'd actually use it. Not my Billy, I know him too well. Well, I hope. Still, I step forward and grin even more, excited and perseverant. Where should I get him this time...?*
Billy: *I feel vulnerable, backed up against this wall with an enemy baker advancing on me, so I do the only thing I can do in a situation like this: I lash out. I catch Dom on the cheek with my finger, smearing the partial dough on his skin with relish. I can’t contain my laughter then, and I break out into giggles, knowing that I’ll probably have retaliation to face but bloody hell, it’s worth it.*
Dom: Hoh! *I look away in shock as he slashes my cheek and the sound of laughter rings through the kitchen. The coolness of the pre-dough settles into my skin and I come to the harsh realisation that he's gotten me, and well. But... I turn slowly back to look at him with a predatory eye. Oh he'll get it for this one. Ah, yes, he will... I take a step closer and reach out my hand. Closer and closer it comes until my floured finger is only a centimeter from the side of his face. I wait, and decide to show him a moment of mercy.* Beg. *I drop the word, leveling my eyes with his until a fierceness is written into my face that I can see in his reflecting gaze.*
Billy: *I blink back at him, the amusement written all over my face slowly settling into pleading as I fall deeper into the game. I clutch at the sides of his shirt, fully aware that I am smearing the rest of the gunk onto his shirt as I ring my fingers into the fabric, looking up at him with earnest, desperate eyes.* Oh please Dom, please don’t flour me. You’ve already got me good, and I barely survived that and I... I’m too young to be floured to death. *My voice drops to a whisper as I blink at him sadly.*
Dom: *My brow softens uncontrollably. This...isn't supposed to happen... He deserves a good flouring and now he's got to go on being adorable and making me feel sorry for him. Sorry for him? Of all the bloody things. I lower my hand slowly and rest my expression to a submissive pout. Softly, I cup his face in my hands to prove my affection and whisper.* I wouldn't flour you to death, Bil-... *Shite. I raise my brow and still my hands on him. Carefully, slowly, I pull my floured hand from behind his ear and stop. Looking down at my fingers, I wince when I see that most of the flour is rubbed off.* Oops...
Billy: You utter twit! *Oooh, he got me, can’t deny that. Clever bastard. I give him a playful shove away but I’m laughing again, uncontrollably.* Is that how you execute all your prisoners, Dominic? With a sneak attack to the back of the head? *I giggle and lean back against the wall.* You could have at least given me the chance to say my last words.
Dom: *I smile as he begins to laugh and lean back in though he's pushed me away. Slipping my hands into his, I scoot closer and try to reason with him about the situation, so I won't have it hanging over my head later, you know.* Well...why don't you say them now? I'm sure they're just as good. *I entwine our fingers and hold back my laughter, feeling his giggles ricochet around the room.*
Billy: Don’t know if I want to now. *I turn my head defiantly to the side, still smiling and shaking with silent laughter.* They were going to be my last pleas for mercy. A bit futile now. *I squeeze his fingers back anyway, still refusing to look at him.*
Dom: *I rub my fingers on his hands subconsciously, smiling at him to beckon his eyes back to mine. When he still refuses to look, I drop my gaze to our hands, linked up sweetly, and wonder.* I bet I know what your last words would be. *I raise my eyes back to his face with a cheeky grin. He doesn't turn. So I finally lift my voice a note to mimic his and speak.* "If only I could have one of your delicious cookies before I go, Dom! Please, just one!" That's what. And I might have given you one too, if you were good to me. But seeing as how you just...doughed me all over the face, I might have to put some thought into the decision. *I raise my brow and nod.* Serious thought.
Billy: *I roll my eyes at his tone, fairly sure I don’t sound like that and turn to eye him fiercely.* Oh, but you didn’t! You just floured me in one fell swoop, without even thinking about it! *I shake my head, attempting to look disgusted.* You are a ruthless man, Dominic Monaghan. Nothing I could have said would have persuaded you from you going forth with your dastardly plot. *I sigh regretfully, looking down at our hands and shaking my head again.* That wasn’t even what I was going to say, anyway. You were way off.
Dom: *Aw, love.* Oh... *I turn his hands in mine and look to them, admiring the difference in color of our skin.* Well, maybe you can get me back on... *I muse, toying with a small grin on my lips, hoping to hear some sweet word in reply and beckoning for it with a small nudge aside his cheek.*
Billy: *Even though I’m supposed to be staying angry, I sigh happily and slide my cheek against his, sliding my free hand around his back.* I was going to say, it’s a shame you want to flour me before we even finish the cookies. I don’t think you’d be able to manage them without me. We are a team, you know. *I kiss him lightly below his ear, smiling.* Now we may never know how wonderful they could have been.
Dom: *Nuzzling, I pull away softly and look him in the eyes, adoring the fact that he’s playing along with my little team sport and already celebrating our outcome.* And they will be wonderful. Because I certainly won’t flour you to death. I think I’d rather use the flour for cookies and save you both for later. *I tease, tracing a finger lightly along his ear before stepping back to take up my bowl of dry ingredients. I glance to the mixer, and then look expectantly to Bill, still close enough to his side to feel him.* Do I add in the best parts now?
Billy: I think you had better. Neither of them are really anything without the other, you know. *I wink at him, tugging him back up to the counter as I tap the counter with my fingertips of my free hand.* Just a bit at a time, now.
Dom: *I watch curiously into the mixing bowl at the gooey content, then tip my bowl at the edge and shake a bit of white powder inside. I give Billy a questioning eye.* Is that good? *I don’t know why I’m so worried; it’s just bloody flour. But I know Bill knows how to do this sort of thing; he’s so good at it. I have to try my best, anyway. I wait with my hands on the bowl, expecting Billy’s verdict.*
Billy: *I eye the amount he’s tipped in before flicking the mixer on low experimentally. The flour incorporates with the rest of it easily enough, and I nod as I fumble about in a drawer for a spatula.* Add a little more now, but not too much or too quickly. *I try to sound authoritative on the subject.*
Dom: *I nod, a bit vacantly, but give the bowl another nudge.* Right... *I bite my tongue a little, shaking the bowl against the mixer just a bit. A little more flour falls into the bowl and quickly mixes into a messy paste. I consider the mix a while and decide finally that I’ve added far too little of my mixture. I tilt my bowl a little higher, but the flour seems to have stuck to the bottom. I turn and peer inside, tipping the bowl a little more hesitantly. I set my jaw in light frustration. Still stuck. Tipping the bowl a bit more, I tap it’s side on the edge of the mixer, jumping back as the whole pile comes toppling into the mixing bowl with a plume. I jerk my bowl back in my hands and wince. A stark and unfriendly cloud begins to emanate from the swirling beater.* Shite... *I speak softly... Maybe...Bill hasn’t noticed.*
Billy: *I produce a spatula triumphantly and burst out laughing as I see the flour settle on the mixer and the counter, with a good deal of it spread across Dom’s front.* Good show, Dom, I do think you’ve managed to get more in the bowl than out of it. *I stop the mixer and scrape the excess off the sides and more properly into the bowl before flipping it on again. Setting down the spatula, I begin to brush off Dom’s shirt, smirking at him. I take a look into the bowl, eye lighting up when I see it actually looks like cookie dough. I stop the mixer and bend down into the cupboard for a couple cookie sheets.* Read for the next bit? *I reach into the drawer and pull out a couple spoons, brandishing them with a flourish.* Hands clean? *I turn and pull the beater off the mixture, scraping off the dough with the spatula.*
Dom: *I shake my head with a shy grin, glad that he isn’t angry with me for exploding flour all over the place.* I’ll get to the sink, then. *I say, stepping aside him and pressing my front against the edge of the counter at the sink. I spot a pool of soap into my palm and shove on the water with the heal of my hand, scrubbing fingers together rapidly to create suds. Without glancing, I toss a word over my shoulder to Billy as he readies the cookie tins.* Don’t forget the chocolate chips, love. *Plunging my hands into the warming water, I clean them and then shake them free of the spray, twisting the water off with dripping fingers.* That’s the only reason I eat them anyway. *I pick up the dish towel, realising just in time that it isn’t the right cloth and grabbing another to dry up with.* Chocolate is good for you.
Billy: Damn it. *I shake my head at my own forgetfulness and eye the now semi-clean beater with reproach. I thrust the beater in Dom’s direction before taking up the chip bag and ripping it open, nearly spilling the contents all over the counter.* Clean that off, will you? *I pour the chips into the bowl, reaching for a wooden spoon and stirring in the chips with virulence.*
Dom: *I try not to laugh, taking the beater and watching him mix the chips into the dough. I’m surprised; he’s very strong. At least, by the ways his muscles seem to move in his arms as he stirs, I tend to believe he is. It’s quite attractive really. I lift the beater to my lips subconsciously and drag my tongue through a crook, watching him move intently. Rubbing a bit of dough on the roof of my mouth, I lick my lips and take another taste of the beater.* Do you bake much, Bill? *I speak, bringing a bit more dough into my mouth.*
Billy: Hmm? *I stroke the spoon through the dough a few more times, checking to see that the chips are completely interspersed in the dough. I extract the spoon from the dough and look up at Dom, doing a double-take as I see him sliding his tongue across the beater. Not what I had intended by handing it to him, but I’m pleased with the results all the same.* Missed some. *I murmur, leaning in to catch the dough lingering at the corner of his mouth on my lips. I back off with a slight smirk, bringing the spoon up to my lips and taking a languid lick.* Not much. Though I might be persuaded to do more.
Dom: *I grin, realising what I’ve started suddenly, not really concerned with what we’re doing so much as how good it looks on him. A little laughter bubbles in my throat, and I consider the beater in my hand, swiping a bit of dough onto my finger.* You seem like an expert at it already. *I smile and hold the dough out to him on the tip of my finger.* Here.
Billy: *I eye his finger a bit dubiously, looking between that and his eyes.* You think your dough is superior to mine? *I wave my spoon in the air haphazardly before giving him an appraising glance.* Let’s see then, shall we? *I set my spoon down on the counter and take his wrist in one hand. Looking him in the eyes, I slip my lips around his finger, swiping the dough of his finger in an instant but taking time to thoroughly caress the pad of his fingertip with my tongue, sliding my eyes shut. I pull back and lick my lips before opening my eyes, finding his again.* Delicious.
Dom: *I stagger suddenly into a kiss, unable to fight the pull of gravity or whatever the hell is pulling me so quickly toward him. I really don’t care. So long as I’m kissing him now. My eyes shut instantly and I let my lips meander on the traces of cookie dough left on his lips, pushing them softly apart and tasting more before slowly letting my lips close on his, still. I open my eyes to him, pausing, before letting a space fill in between our mouths.* Sorry... *I speak lowly. I really hadn’t meant for that to happen. But it has, thank heaven... (quietly). Glancing away hesitantly, I find the beater still in my hand, the wooden spoon in his, both nearly clean of cookie dough.* We’re baking...not...*My eyes flicker from him and away again.* ...not kissing...
Billy: *Oh... are we still baking? Is that what we’re working on at the moment? I had forgotten. Temporary distraction.* S’ok. *I murmur, small smile playing across my lips as I consider stealing another kiss from him, but if we’re not careful we’ll forget about the dough altogether.* It’s an integral part of cooking. *I drop my wooden spoon in the sink and seize his beater to plop it down as well, knowing that they are dangerous weapons in the wrong hands... meaning ours. Instead I pick up the clean spoons from where I’ve dropped them on the counter and extend one to Dom. I pull the mixing bowl alongside the cookie sheets and dig my spoon in, dropping a dollop of dough onto the sheet.*
Dom: *Standing next to Billy, I look into the bowl. Mmm...cookie dough. The taste is still in my mouth. Unfortunately, I don't think I got my fair share of chocolate chips. Hm... Looking at Bill, I follow his actions and dig my spoon into the mixture and spoon my lump onto the cookie sheet, trying not to bump Billy with my elbow as I reach across his front. My drop of dough is a bit more misshapen than his. Kind of...splattered, actually. I make a face.* Mine is buggered.
Billy: I don’t think it’s really going to matter once their baking. They all sort of flatten out. *I continue to fill in rows, trying to make the clumps as even as possible. Dom brushes against me and I drop one spoonful half on, half off the cookie sheet.* Oi, watch it you. *I swat at him good naturedly and scoop the dough back onto the sheet before moving to start on the other one. Might be best if we worked at different stations.*
Dom: *I smile and chuckle a bit, reaching in for another spoonful of dough, leaning a little closer to Billy's side. Retrieving my scoop, I carry it to the cookie sheet, just as Billy is reaching back for his next spoonful. Our arms cross awkwardly, and we hesitate. Laughter hops out of my mouth and I reach under Billy's outstretched arm with my own, trying to get the dough from my spoon onto the sheet. I can feel my cheeks turn hot when Billy twists to get around me to the bowl, rubbing his arm as he turns up along my chest.* Mmph... Too many cooks in the kitchen. *I say through a grin, glancing at his determined expression.*
Billy: *This is more difficult than it should be. I giggle and consider just dropping a spoonful on his hand, but I know that would just start another war, which would lead to other things... which would lead to these cookies turning into coagulating masses rather than baked chocolaty goodness. I hurry to complete my pan before I let my urges get the best of me, and I pop it in the oven, setting the timer. I grin at Dom, shaking my head as I watch his slow progression, and I dip my spoon back into the bowl, sitting down at the kitchen table and taking short nibbles from the dough.* Hurry up and finish so you can come sit down and share this with me, slowpoke. *I tease, waving my spoon at him.*
Dom: *I stick my tongue out, slopping another doughy spot onto the cookie sheet.* I'm sorry...I'm not a spooning...expert. *I finally mold my scoop just right and reach for another. There. I push the scoop onto the sheet and step back, spoon in hand. Satisfactory, if I do say so... Well. My brow furrows a little. They'll smooth out anyway. I look up to Billy suddenly, smiling as he looks up from his seat at the table. My heart is warm with new excitement as I sing-song my way to the mixing bowl and pull out a hefty helping of dough. I take a little taste with my finger as I make my way to the table, swiveling my finger out of my mouth as I plop down beside Billy in a kitchen chair.* Mmm...raw cookies.
Billy: *I wrinkle my nose and draw a bit from my spoon, shaking my head at Dom.* Eww, not from your fingers. Here. *I poke at his lips with my spoon, commanding him to open up.*
Dom: *Smacking my lips open, I willingly take in Billy's spoon and close my mouth around it in a smile, looking at him and wanting him very much. I rub my tongue along the spoon, sucking off some of the dough, and then taking the rest as he glides the metal from between my lips.* Mm... *I chew a bit on some chocolate chips. Very, very delicious. Bill must have put something in my flour to make it better. These certainly aren't my cookies. They clearly have nothing to do with me. I swallow the dough and lift my spoon in return. But I don't offer it to Billy. Not yet. My expression is curious; I know I'm tempting my boundaries. But when you have a boyfriend like mine, it's awfully hard not to give into temptation.* How many minutes until the oven beeps?
Billy: Hmmm... about ten, I think. *He’s not sharing, and that’s not fair. Especially after he just cleaned my spoon of dough, and in a very appetizing way at that.* Why? You want to know how long you have to eat the rest of the dough? *I slip off my chair and move over to his, sliding an arm around his shoulders as I seat myself in his lap.*
Dom: Mmhm. *I laugh inwardly, looking up at him as he settles down. Laughing a bit again, I reach to my spoon and swipe a bit of cookie dough, admiring it before turning my eyes back to Billy.* I want to know how long I have... *I lift my doughed finger to his lower lip, dotting it softly.*...to eat the rest... *My finger rises from his lower lip to his upper lip, smudging across his smile just barely.* ...of you. *I pivot my finger in the notch above his lip, leaving the rest of the dough on his skin, then I lean in to finish it. I can taste dough first, closing my eyes... Yes...cookies...and now... I taste a bit of Billy as I lick into a slow kiss. There he is... My lovely... I smile subtly and continue to rub my tongue on his lips. But as my head tilts gently, my tongue follows into the notch at his lip, lapping up a bit of the dough that I'd hidden there. Mm...this is fun... My kisses on his upper lip aren't perfected; they're rather giggly. I'm being rather sloppy. But then again, it does feel very good.*
Billy: *Hmmm, he’s still getting most of it! This is some devious plan of his; distracting me with kisses while he gobbles up the dough. But my, is it working. I smile and try to direct his kisses to a more central location of my mouth, slipping my tongue past his lips. Mmm, gimme some. But I don’t care if I’m tasting the cookie dough anymore, as long as I can just keep tasting him. My favourite dessert. After thoroughly scouring his mouth I pull back and place a lingering kiss just against his lips, just to let him know that it’s not just the dough I’m after.* I think that might take a little longer than ten minutes. Unless you plan to gobble me up. Which would be a silly thing to do. *I smile and wink at him, fingertips twisting in the hairs at the nape of his neck.*
Dom: That's the only way I eat. *I grin and pull in for another quick kiss, catching a taste of lingering sugar still on his mouth. I lick my lips as I pull away. He is very tasty. I don't suppose I'd mind having a sugar-coated one of him for my dessert. And I do mean coated. Everywhere. To be uncoated later.* You could only be gobbled anyway. You think people would be patient with you? *I shake my head, leaning in and gliding our cheeks warmly together.* No... People want you too much... *My head drifts downward and I nuzzle his neck wantonly, sighing.* ...everyone does...
Billy: *I giggle as he speaks near my neck. It tickles.* You’re full of shite, Dom. I think I’m an acquired taste, and I only know one person in this town that has that taste. And that happens to be you. *I rest my cheek against his hair, rubbing my skin slowly against the softness.*
Dom: Well...I may have the taste... *I speak lowly, smiling against his skin and pressing a few kisses.* But I'm not the only one with the want. I've seen people look at you. *My nose grazes aside his throat and I hum as my lips make contact with the warm spot below his ear.*
Billy: Uh, Dom? That look of want you see? It’s actually a look of nervousness. They don’t want to be anywhere near the crazy cat man of the outskirts of Lauderville. *I shiver and tip my head forward, resting my own lips against his shoulder.*
Dom: *My brow twitches, and I slowly open my eyes, resting my head protectively in his hair. Nervous... Some people aren't nervous.* Not that bastard photographer... *My voice is low, but I know he can hear me. I know he won't want to talk about it. I just can't stop thinking about it. I wrap my arms around Billy's body tightly.*
Billy: *I blink my eyes shut and sigh. Not this bloody subject again. I never bring it up, hardly ever even think of it, and yet it somehow manages to come up at the most irritating moments.* Dom, those photos weren’t even about me. Whoever took them didn’t give a damn who it was he was looking at, as long as that person was with Elijah.
Dom: But that's just the point... *I'm shaking. I don't usually do this. I'm just so fucking mad at whoever took those pictures; if I found them, they'd be so sorry.* You're going to end up getting hurt for something you didn't do; that you weren't a part of... *I bite my tongue, my throat clenching. I try to hold my anger, my worry, inside. I don't want to hurt Billy. I don't want to drive him away. But my thoughts have been driving me crazy. Every day at work when I can't be with Billy. Every time he goes out. I can't leave him without going mad with these awful visions and it's all that fucker's fault. My tense structure breaks and I raise my voice, staring angrily at nothing in particular.* This is bullshit, Bill! You're going to get fucking hurt!
Billy: Hey, hey. Look at me. *I pull away from his shoulder and take his face between my hands, staring him in the eyes.* I’m not going to get hurt. This isn’t a stalker sort of situation. It’s some sorry bastard who has nothing better to do than try to make money by making other people’s lives miserable. I’d hate to see him succeeding, wouldn’t you? *I stroke my thumbs across Dom’s temples, hoping to calm him down a bit.* Whoever it is would gain nothing by hurting me. Or hurting Elijah.
Dom: But... *I try, looking at him and slowly breaking apart. I can't be brave about this. I'm so scared.* ...something could happen, Billy...and... *His fingers move across my skin, his brow bending softly to listen. I stiffen with a shaky breath and try to look bolder than I am, more certain of what I should do, but my voice betrays me and struggles its way weakly from my lips.* I'm supposed to protect you... *Suddenly my eyes hurt. My chest hurts. I don't know what to do.*
Billy: Oh sweetheart... *I let out a long sigh, closing my eyes softly. But I opened them again, knowing that words wouldn’t suffice to get my message across.* I know you want to protect me. And I love that you do. But I’m a grown man. And I’m not in danger. There’s no reason for you to worry about me.
Dom: But I do... *I choke. My hands hold his sides firmly and my arms brace him, not letting a bit of him slip.* I just... I just... want to make things better... and I... can't... And I love you. And I can't let anything happen... *I shake my head softly. I shouldn't cry. I never cry. Pulling him in, I cradle him close, head on his shoulder, refusing to cry; allowing myself to tremble next to him. I try to sigh away my worry and breathe only him; I'm so worried, when will this stop?* I love you. I don't want to go to work tomorrow.
Billy: *I kiss his head gently, fingertips playing through his hair.* I know, love. But you have to. And I have to go to work as well. As much as we hate to do it. *His concern touches me so much, but I wish he could let it go. It tears me apart to see such worry written across his features when I’d rather see him happy. I don’t want him to have to worry about me. Especially when I don’t think there’s anything to worry about.*
Dom: I hate it a lot... *I say, finally sniffing back most of my temptation to cry, some of the moisture in my eyes sinking away. I rub my cheek on his neck and nudge my arms around him more securely, giving myself the impression that I'm keeping him safe.* I want to come to work with you. *Maybe I'm being irrational, but I'm telling the truth. I'd rather be with him anywhere than be by myself. I hate leaving for the post office on some mornings when he's still cuddled up in bed. It was hard enough dragging myself away from his side before, and now I have to worry about all of this. I'd definitely rather go to work with him.* I'd sit in the back and be very quiet. *I kiss his collar timidly.*
Billy: I think you’d be a bad influence on the children... or on me. *I smile softly against his hair. Poor love. I don’t want him worrying himself sick for such a needless reason. But I know there’s not much either of us can do about that.* Besides, who would deliver my People magazine? Or my letters? I’d be very sorry without my post.
Dom: Mm... *I mumble disagreeably on his skin.* Make Marty do it. The new person coming to the post office can do it. I want to be with you. *I feel his smooth skin with the tip of my nose. He always smells sweet. And looks sweet. And is sweet.* Besides... I'd like to see you at work sometime... Even if... *I hold him tight.* it's only for a little while. *I must be obsessed. This feeling has to go away sometime, right? I can't worry forever. I don't think I can... What do I do on school breaks...when he's home alone and I'm at the office? I know I can't fix it, and I know I can't watch over him every second... But this really hurts. I just want to know he's okay. I should start calling him... no, that's obsessive. Damn it, I just love him so much. Is there such a thing as too much? I squeeze my arms around him and press my face into his collar.* Don't get hurt, okay?
Billy: I promise. *He’s clinging to me rather tightly, as if something’s going to come and try to take me away from my very kitchen, and he’s trying to prevent that from happening. As sweet as it is, his worry is beginning to rub off on me, and I don’t want to have to worry about this. I don’t want to have to worry constantly that somewhere Dom is worrying about me and making his day miserable.* But you’ve got to promise me that you’re going to try and stop fretting about this, all right? You’re going to make yourself ill.
Dom: *I nod reluctantly into his collar and put a tiny kiss on his skin, letting my head rest there still. I don't know how well I'll hold my promise. After all, I'm still worrying, and I'll be worrying tomorrow when I leave for work... I can't just push it all out of my head. Maybe he's right about me making myself ill. I already have a headache; being so angry and afraid and in love all at the same time. Could I really be getting sick? I try to stop thinking for a moment. I loosen my hold on Billy a little and sigh to his neck, waiting for my heartbeat to slow. I rest with Billy for slow, silent moments.* Mm.. *I nudge his shoulder sadly, and hope that he can fix me.*
Billy: *Somehow I don’t think he’s taken my words to heart. Or if he has, he’s doing a pathetic job at following them. But I don’t blame him. There, he’s gone and made me sick now. Sick from seeing him sad.* Hey. *I nudge back at his forehead with my shoulder, bringing a hand to his chin to lift his face up, looking at him with a tiny smile. He looks so forlorn that my smile almost falters, but I cover it up by leaning in and kissing him gently.* I... *Another kiss.* Love... *Kiss.* You. *I kiss him for a long moment, pulling back only when I feel him relax slightly.* Don’t think about anything else.
Dom: *My stomach flutters against my will to be gloomy, and I can feel my cheeks growing hot under the watch of his dark eyes. He loves me. That's what I'm supposed to think about now. My heart suddenly flips around, and I don't remember feeling anything other than deep, velvet, warm, calming love. Love from him. The crook of my mouth edges up and the tension in my shoulders falls off with one breath. My energy has drained from me, too, and I can tell that my eyes are still moist. Just taking him into my gaze is too much. I shake my head, agreeing with his request, and whimper as I slide one kiss into his mouth.* I love you... *I speak, pulling away just enough. My smile bends apologetically.* I'm glad you love me...
Billy: *I want to see that smile broaden with happiness and mischief. I want to hear him laugh. I want to feed him cookie dough until he’s had his fill and then make love to him until we’re too tired to move or think about anything at all. But I’ll settle for the fact that he’s smiling. My thumb comes up to brush at some of the dampness that’s collected just under his eye, and I kiss his eyes shut, resting my cheek to his forehead and rocking us back and forth gently.* Smell those cookies? *I ask after a moment’s pause, smiling and pressing a kiss to his forehead.* Almost done.
Dom: *I hum with a little happiness, still unable to laugh just yet, or react with too much anticipation. But I do smell the cookies, and they do smell delicious... And, actually, I am pretty excited about my first real batch of anything baked. But my heart still hurts a bit. I don't know what's making it feel that way. After all, the most beautiful person in the world just told me he loves me. A swelling grows in my throat and I can't hold it back. My mouth aches and circles wide into a great yawn that presses on Billy's cheek. My eyes squint closed.* Mm...cookies.. *I try, forcing out at the end of my yawn and snuggling against Billy again. My nose touches his skin and I can smell him distinctly; that wonderful sweetness he just creates.* Mm...Billy... *I speak comfortably, smile finally growing a little more.*
Billy: Sounds like you need a nap, Mr. Monaghan. *The oven beeps then and I hop up from his lap, heading over to the oven and grabbing an oven mitt to slide the tray out. I hold it out for Dom to see, smile brimming at the sight of a near-perfect batch of cookies.* You know what I’d like to do? *I ask him, setting the tray down on top of the oven.* I’d like to put another tray in the oven, take these cookies and some milk, and then go cuddle up on the couch and see how we approve of our final product. Does that sound good to you?
Dom: *I sniff, and smile a bit more, rubbing my eyes wearily with a small nod and a grateful glance in Billy's direction.* Yeah... *Slowly, I'm able to get to my feet, using the table as a support and then making my way closer to Billy. I reach him, arms coming around him, head resting against his adoringly.* I'm sorry I got angry... *I mumble on his cheek, snuggling my own body into the shape of his until we fit. Hesitating, feeling a bit shy, I scrunch my shoulders up and hope he'll see that I just love him, and everything because of him. And I just want to know that he still loves me despite the way I turn into a monster sometimes.* Can I have a kiss? *I ask timidly, muffling my words as I bury my head to his neck.*
Billy: *My heart gives a little wrench. He’s actually asking. . Oh love...* Can you have a kiss? *I ask softly, wonderingly. I nudge his face up from my shoulder, not wanting him to feel as though he has to hide from me. He doesn’t think I’m angry with him, does he? Another pang of guilt in my heart.* Of course you can have a kiss. You know you don’t have to ask. *I press two fingers under his chin and tip his face up just enough so that I can slide my lips against his; such a perfect fit.*
Dom: *I close my eyes with a whimper, feeling his lips hot around mine, moving with slight tenderness. I press my own lips down slowly, and then still them, unmoving for moments. The world is quiet. The silence is loud. My throat tightens; meanwhile my heart loosens up. Finally, I move away, opening my eyes to him as he comes into focus and purse my moistened lips together, catching a bit of his taste on their edges. Gleaming eyes dance over his face softly.* Can I have *My brow turns*...three cookies? *My voice breaks, forfeiting its relief into the open, and causing my own mouth a small and unexpected smile.*
Billy: Three?! *I pretend to be aghast, covering my freshly-kissed mouth with my hands, feeling the light tingle there.* You’ll spoil your dinner, you naughty boy. Which is a shame, since we’re having cookies for dinner. *I grin and sweep up the unbaked cookie tray, popping it in the oven and setting the timer. I work quickly at unloading the cookie sheet of its warm, gooey cookies, and then recovering it with dollops of dough, finishing off the rest of it. Piling the used utensils and bowls in the sink, I load a plate with cookies and fill two glasses with milk, passing them to him.* Come on then, out of the kitchen! If we leave now we can pretend the dirty dishes don’t exist.
Dom: *My grin warms noticeably as I take the milk in my hands and am scooted out of the kitchen with my cookie-wielding boyfriend. We enter the living room (well, Billy 'enters'... I kind of...almost stumble) with new smiles and make our way around the couch to find our seats. I'm sure to set the glasses of milk down carefully before I sit down, ignoring the purposes of table coasters; (never cared for them anyway - air hockey pucks). And as I settle myself into one end of the couch I sneak a cookie from the plate before Billy has even had the chance to put it down. Damn, the thing is hot; my fingers switch places as I hold the morsel and, not knowing what else to do with it, I take a bite as quick as I can. Wincing, I realise I can't close my mouth. So, I wait, mouth gaping, for the cookie to cool as, meanwhile, it scalds my tongue.* Ouw... *I speak around the cookie, and try not to laugh when Billy finally gives me a look.*
Billy: *My eyebrows shift up in a perplexed glance at the bite of cookie resting in Dom’s mouth, and I shake my head with a chuckle when I realize just what’s causing him to give me this impressive display of seafood.* Serves you right for your impatience! *I say with a grin, setting down the plate of cookies before moving the glasses to coasters (that’s what they’re there for, after all). But I can’t fault him, because they do look delicious. I pluck one of the cookies from the plate, holding it between my fingertips as I plop down at the other end of the couch. Blowing gently across the cookie (even though everyone knows that doesn’t really help in the cooling process), I lean against the arm rest and curl my legs up onto the sofa.* Good? *I ask curiously, waiting until the burning of his tongue ceases enough for him to truly taste it, if he has any taste buds left.*
Dom: *The cookie cools slowly, and I close my mouth, chomping merrily and bouncing a bit on the couch for the sheer tastiness of the chocolate and dough. I nod at Billy after humming a bit of an agreeable tune and scoot deeper into the cushions of the couch.* Very good. *I speak, still munching. I lick a spot of melted chocolate chip from my thumb.* The best cookies ever. *I lick the crumbs from my finger.* Ever. *From the next finger.* Ever. *And the next, glancing up to Billy with a smile.* Ever. You're house baker now. *I grin, wiggling into my spot against the opposite arm of the couch and finishing off my cookie in a mouthful.*
Billy: *I am delighted in Dom’s apparent appreciation of our afternoon’s efforts. I take a small bite from the cookie once the pads of my fingertips stop hurting from the heat, and polish it off a few bites later.* Mm, delicious. But we’re a team, you see. I’ve never been able to get the dry bits quite right. We’ll have to work together. *I look down at my messy fingertips and lean up, dabbing a drop of chocolate from my index finger onto Dom’s lower lip, and lean back against the armrest again with a content smile on my face.*
Dom: *I bounce with a laugh as Billy leans back to his cushy spot and grins adorably at me. Biting my tongue on the curve of my mouth, I'm tempted to ask Bill who he'd rather have clean up this mess he's made. But I'm much too interested in his laughing eyes to speak up. Slowly my tongue sneaks its way along my bottom lip, swiping up the chocolate and tasting it sweet inside my mouth.* Mm... *I leave the taste there, looking upon Billy with satisfaction.* Let's always be a team, hon. It's better.
Billy: I agree. Unless I’m trying to surprise you, in which case I’ll work solo. But at least now I know I don’t even have to bake them to please you, hmm? *I wrap my arms around myself and drape my legs into his lap. I think I’d much rather just watch him eat the entire plate of cookies himself, if it weren’t for the fact that he’d have a tremendous bellyache. I just can’t help but love the way he’s lit up right now.*
Dom: *I snatch up another cookie, reaching down over his legs after the plate, and take a bite before I'm even settled into the couch again.* Dough is better, really. *I munch, holding the cookie with one hand and draping my other hand over his ankles, massaging one loosely.* It's much more useful, you know. For example... *I raise my brow and think, taking another bite of cookie.* ...I could put it into ice cream...or eat it plain...or... *I swallow and give his ankle a little squeeze, trying not to grin.* ...play with it. *I'm not very secretive, but I can almost make out Billy's smile in the corner of my eye, which is worth more than my blatant implications.*
Billy: *I rub the toes of my unoccupied foot against his thigh and move my arms behind my head, closing my eyes with a tiny little smile on my lips.* Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to play with your food? *I tend to agree with him, though... dough is better than the cookies themselves, except for the ever-present risk of salmonella. I slide my eyes open again, wondering if maybe he went through the entire plate of cookies when I wasn’t looking.*
Dom: *Smiling, I finish off another cookie. I eye the plate suspiciously again, noting that Billy isn't really paying attention to me, and I wonder silently if I should sneak another treat for myself. But as I see Billy lying there, relaxed against the end of the couch, I find it hard even to think about food. Instead, carefully, I lift my feet to rest on the edge of the table, propping his legs up in my lap, then move both hands to his stocking feet and rub them tenderly. I grin when his toes curl on my legs, scrunching away from my touch, but continue to work at them anyway, gently feeling his muscles loosen. I turn my gaze to him with fond consideration. There's a light smile on his lips; it's the kind I would usually like to kiss, but I'm in no position to do so now. I lift one of his feet a little and knead the underside with my palms.* Now if I had four arms, I might be able to fan you and drop bits of cookie in your mouth at the same time. *I muse with a grin, unable to tear my eyes from his face.*
Billy: Mmm, and I thought you were the perfect man already, but you have even more perfect thoughts. *I grin at him, stretching a bit as I allow my foot to press slightly into those amazing hands of his. My eyes slip shut when a moan escapes my lips as he finds an exceedingly tender spot, and I blush slightly with a slightly sheepish smile.* No, what you really need is an extendable pair of lips so you can kiss me while you do that. *I bite my lip to control my smile of pleasure as he works out all the sore spots in my feet.*
Dom: Hah... that might be able to be arranged. *I consider the positions I might have to conform to if it were to be arranged.* …Somehow. *I smile, imagining just lying on top of him and kissing him all over anyway, forget about feet. I don't usually like feet anyway. Though, Billy's feet are different in a way. I think his are the only feet besides mine that I would ever touch. What confuses me, really, is that I want to touch his. But, damn, I want to touch him all over. My smile flusters; I just don't know how I'll be able to manage the kissing without causing him a bit of discomfort. So I decide to hold off for now; just watch, and move to the next stocking foot.* How's that?... *I ask, rubbing a dimple in the bottom of his foot with my thumbs, pressing out on his tense muscles. If I can't kiss him yet, I can at least make the time in between worthwhile, and maybe distract him a bit so he won't feel the lack of it.*
Billy: Ohh. *My eyes shut again as he finds the right spot, that one spot that unmakes every last bit of tension in my body and turns me into goo. I’m fairly sure all my bones have liquefied. Cracking one eye open, I poke his thigh lazily with the big toe of my other foot.* You know, you’re really good at this. I might have to keep you around, after all. *Of course, he could be touching my elbow and I would go mushy. I’m starting to think it’s not me at all, but just his touch. It’s amazing that anyone can even function when standing within a few feet of him. It’s a good thing he works alone, or at least nearly alone, or else no one would get any work done. Marty’s probably immune, anyway. It should be a crime to have hands and fingers that can touch like that. Weapons of mass destruction.*
Dom: *My grin riddles my whole face with glee, and I press deep into the soles of his feet, chuckling at every little sound he makes.* Well I'm glad I can stay. My other house is dead. *I have a sudden urge to kiss him again - like a hunger pang - it seeps into my limbs and all over. If I thought I could bend that way, I'd lean down and at least kiss his toes. But I'm sure now that I'm stuck. I lift his foot a bit more to reach under his heel and rub at the edges. Wait a minute... I lift his foot a bit more. Then, grinning, I duck my head and press a kiss to his sock-covered toe, still massaging delicately. Leaning back to the couch, I'm contented, lowering his foot with a sigh.* Do you like massages, Bill? *I get the feeling he does, by the way he keeps wriggling his toes against my legs, but I'd like to ask. He seems to give a deeper reaction when I ask directly, and I look to his face, awaiting an ache of pleasurable agreement, or just a little murmur through his lovely smile. My body twinges with a want to see it.*
Billy: You just kissed my toe. *I giggle a bit, one hand coming up to cover my mouth.* I can’t believe you just kissed my toe. *I look wide-eyed at him, before realizing he’s asked me a question, and I nod quickly.* I like them very much indeed. Especially ones from you. *I swear, he knows my body better than I do. He knows just where to push to get the exact desired reaction. And if that’s so, he’ll know exactly what I want when I speak again...* Oi, that’s enough though, or my feet will be so relaxed you’ll have to carry me to the kitchen to get the cookies out of the oven. *I look pointedly at him, tapping his leg with my heel. Now, about that other half of perfection... Just now, I can hear the oven timer dinging from far away in the kitchen.* Damn it... *I mumble and repossess my feet from him, swinging them over the side of the couch.* I’ll be right back; don’t move. Drink your milk. *I wink at him and turn to walk tenderly back into the kitchen.*
Dom: *I shake my head proudly and reach for my milk as he ordered. Taking the glass up to my lips, I drink nearly half of it, leaving a great milk moustache on my upper lip. I decide to leave it there for Billy to see when he returns and, meanwhile, think about his beautiful body and...touching it again. My toes curl on the edge of the table and I lean into the back of the couch, grinning firmly with my hands set on the plane of my stomach (now a bit plump from the cookies). Billy... Mm, Billy... There are still so many mysteries to him. My eyes dance over the texture of the ceiling and I sigh. There are noises in the kitchen... his pattering around in stocking feet, moving cookie sheets here and there, lifting cookies from the trays and setting them aside. It's taking him far too long to get back. I tilt my head to one side and call to him through a bright smile.* I love you and I miss you! *Hoping it will draw him back out.*
Billy: *I finish removing the freshly-baked cookies from the oven and slide the last tray of dough in, setting it for the proper amount of time. I smile and blush in spite of myself at his call, slipping the now-empty cookie sheet into the sink along with the other dirty dishes.* Oh, but you’re impatient! *Eying the stacking pile, I consider actually doing the dishes while I’m in here, not just to irritate him but because I hate leaving dirty dishes for too long, but my own desire to be back on the sofa with him overcomes any feelings of rebellion. I slip back into the room, padding across the floor to the couch, giggling at the mess he’s made of his upper lip.* Are you the ‘Got Milk?’ spokesperson for the U.S. Postal Service, then? *I question curiously, sitting back down on the couch. I stretch out again, but this time my head is in his lap and my feet flung haphazardly over the arm of the couch.*
Dom: Mmhm.. *I giggle inside, looking down at him and snuggling my legs to hold his head just right. My hands fall to his face, brushing away some rampant hairs at his temples and feeling his velvet skin on the edges of my fingers. My tongue comes up and finally licks away the milk resting on my lip. I try not to make it such a sloppy show as he watches me, smiling up at me as I wipe the moisture from my lip with a thumb. My grin again appears from behind my hand.* I'm wearing sexy postal shorts in the ad, too; you should see it. *I want to lean in for a kiss, but again I cannot. And moving his head to my lips is a bit more difficult than moving his foot. I take a finger and press it softly to my lips, then, eyes crinkling with a smile, place my kissed finger on the part of his own two lips. I cup his face afterward and gaze down at him, unable to measure the depth of his darkening eyes.* You are so beautiful. I bet you've made love five hundred times.
Billy: *I’m just this side of lost in a delicious image of Dom in tiny little postal shorts (when he wore them last summer, I was too blind to truly appreciate them) when his fingertip reaches my lips, and I kiss back against the skin instinctively. His comment, however, catches me off guard.* Five hundred? *I laugh a bit, the very idea silly to my own ears.* Nowhere near. *Truth is, I’m not sure I’d consider anything before what I’ve shared with Dom ‘making love.’ At the time I might have thought so, but now I’m not so sure. I poke him in the stomach good-naturedly.* Wouldn’t be surprised if your tally was somewhere near that, though. *To alleviate the sharp jab I flatten my palm against his belly, hesitating for only a second before sliding my hand underneath his shirt to press directly against his skin, thumb swiping back and forth slowly.*
Dom: *I purr a bit when he touches me, eyes closing, body stretching to give his hand a larger plane over which to caress. My smile extends from ear to ear and my fingers slowly curl their ways into the edges of his hair as my eyes drift open again, looking upon him.* No... *I manage, trying to remember what it was he had said. I know it was about making love... Ah, yes. My smile grows even more. Making love... Inside my heart is spinning, and I try to keep it from snatching up words from my mind.* No, a little less than that. Maybe three hundred. *I tease, brushing my thumbs along his blushing pink cheeks.* I believe I was at '32' before I met you... *I wish that there were no limit to smiles. Mine seems to grow on the inside, but on the outside I'm not sure Bill can see it. Though he seems to have a talent for making his smile greater and sweeter with every word. I turn my hand at his ear to feel its peaks lightly with my knuckles and cock my head at Billy's smiling gaze. He's so exciting, but he won't let on. And I need to know more.* Where's the best place you've ever made love? *I ask softly, though the question doesn't feel awkward at all; not, I think, like it should.*
Billy: *The first thought that comes to mind is ‘in your arms’ because it’s the truth, but while that answer may please him, I don’t think it would fully satisfy him. I get the feeling he wants me to tell him something he doesn’t already know. I am silent for a moment, eyes coming to rest blankly upon his throat as I attempt to collect my thoughts.* Back in Glasgow, when I was a lot younger, my girlfriend and I made love for the first time on the roof of her apartment building. *I blush at the memory, feeling odd that I should be telling you this. It’s something that, up until now, I had kept to myself.* It was more necessity than anything, really. Her flatmates were always around, and they had a rule between them about not having blokes stay in the apartment, and I was at school, living in a dorm... wasn’t the most comfortable place, but she went to a lot of trouble to make it dead romantic. Nerve-wracking, but romantic. Someone could have come up at any moment. *I smile fondly. That’s what I had told her, too, but she had just smiled and laughed, and that was enough to convince me. I blink and look up at Dom, extending the hand that isn’t stroking his stomach to touch his chin.* How about you?
Dom: *I hum at his story, not certain if I'm in agreement or just amusement. Not that I can really agree. Even if I hadn't known Billy at the time of his adventurous act, it does give me that prick of jealousy; to know that he's been felt, known... perhaps, and of course, even loved. But I have to admit he's a lucky wanker to have done it. On the rooftop. What a mess. I smile and tilt my head into his hand, closing my eyes for a moment to feel just him.* How about me... *I repeat, trying to think of anything that might top him. You'd think someone as bloody crazy as me would have at least one idea.* ...well, yours was pretty good... but I'm afraid I've got one better... *I grin smugly, rubbing my fingers on the bit of stubble on the curve of his chin.* Empty hot tub. *I state, almost laughing when I remember how it happened, and how many bruises I received for keeping it going.* Well...it was supposed to be full. I was over at this girl's place...one of those cool summer nights. We decide, she's got the hot tub, we've got the time, let's go out and sit in it for a bit. I guess she forgot that they were draining it to be cleaned, so we were kind of disappointed when we opened the top. Silly thing got in it anyway and set herself down, begging me to come in with her. I felt like such an idiot... *I laugh in surprise, though.* That is...until...she didn't want to just sit.
Billy: I’d say she just wanted an excuse to get randy with you in an empty hot tub. *I say with a chuckle, knowing that can’t have been comfortable. Still, I should have figured Dom’s would have been in someplace odd like that. I wonder idly how many of that 32 was with that girl... if she had been a friend, or a one-time thing, or perhaps a girlfriend.* What’s one place you’ve always wanted to make love but haven’t had the chance to yet? *I say abruptly, liking this game. And here is some information I can use.*
Dom: *My smile widens. He must've known what I would ask next. I just know he'll harbor this information away. I look down at him and grin, his smile echoing back. I'd better think of something especially satisfying then.* At work. *I'm not very creative. I consider myself, however, very unfortunate.* I've never had it at work. And I'm feeling really left out about it, too. I've been checking out the mailroom... *I squint, shaking my head with a click of the tongue.* ...so many good spots there. It's just a bloody great waste of space at the moment. *I lean my head as he begins stroking my skin again and, in turn, look to him, stroking. My smile warms.* And you? Where would be the best place, huh? Like some at work, too? *I ask, bouncing my legs softly, knowing full well he'd never go for that little notion...though I can't imagine why not.*
Billy: *My eyes widen and I begin to giggle. Only Dom would ever consider a mailroom to be a suitable place for having sex... or a classroom, for that matter. Well, I’m sure it’s been done in classrooms, all sorts of things happen in college, but a elementary school classroom?* Nooo, I don’t think that would be such a good idea. I’d have to go off teaching. *I roll my eyes with a smile and drop my hand from his face, seeking out one of his hands to hold.* I suppose I’ll have to pay a visit to you at work some Saturday, huh? Pay Marty to take the day off? *I wink up at him, playing with his fingers a bit, as I turn my mind back to the original question.* Well, I’m all for getting back to nature, so maybe somewhere outside... maybe in an empty field on a clear, sunny day, or maybe in the woods, against a tree. *I grin.* Got to be careful there, though. Wouldn’t want splinters in your arse.
Dom: Hah. *I grin at him, fiddling my fingers between his own and giving them a tug.* Unless you've an arse of steel like me. Though... *I muse, blushing a little and turning his hand over in mine.* ...a field sounds nice. *I lift his knuckles to my lips suddenly, wanting to taste him a bit, then nuzzling the crooks of his fingers.* And, just to let you know...yes...visit me at work. I'll give Marty the day off. We can play male handlers. *I press my lips to his finger and look at him with a mischievous glare.*
Billy: Thought it was usually the employer who gave the employee the day off. *I tease, fingertips scratching against his belly gently. Arse of steel indeed... I don’t disagree, though. I pull my hand out from under his shirt and drape it across myself, choosing instead to move my head closer to his body and nuzzle my face against his shirt. I close my eyes and wet my lips.* What was your last... lover like, Dom? *I’m curious; we haven’t spoken much about our pasts in that way, and I’d like to know.*
Dom: *His question catches me a bit off-guard, making my stomach turn a bit uncertainly. Not because my last lover was...well, rotten. But she wasn't...well, Billy. And our break-up wasn't too impressive, really. I'm surprised, also, that Billy would want to talk about it. Though...he doesn't seem so sure himself. I look at him carefully as he nuzzles into my belly, eyes resting closed, waiting quietly.* Well... *I begin, not sure how to put this. I look up, around the room.* Well...she was... A waitress...I met at a restaurant. I found her attractive and asked her to sit for a drink with me. *The edge of my mouth turns slightly.* Well, she was working, so she couldn't, but she came back to my flat with me later and... It was a one-night stand sort of thing that just kept going. I thought she was just really committed, but apparently she just thought that I was and didn't want to hurt my feelings by running off too soon. *I bring Billy's hand to my face instinctively, his fingers a bit cold.* I think she started to really like me, though, by the end. I was leaving England to go on a trip with my friends... She got angry that I was leaving her at home for so long. We uh... had a fight. *I rub my cheek on Billy's knuckles, remembering that day; it was very quiet. Like this. Well, not like this at all, really. But the silence is similar.* The last thing she said was "it's either this fucking trip of yours, or me, Dom." *I bite my lip, then exhale, some tension falling.* So I left... I still can't tell if I regret it or not. At least - *I glance to Billy.* what I did to her. *I try to perk up a bit, now, ready to return Billy's question. I don't want to think about her. That was some other life of mine, I think. Smiling softly at Billy I nudge him with my thumb.* And...how was your last lover, then?
Billy: *I regret asking him suddenly, but not because I didn’t want to know, because I did. But I don’t like him having to dredge up memories better left buried, especially if they bother or hurt him. And that one sounded as if it did both. I frown a bit, still dwelling on his story... I can’t imagine letting go of someone like Dom so easily, over something as silly as a little vacation. Still, I imagine she wouldn’t have been very happy if she had let Dom go and he had ended up staying on over here, though that’s silly: if he still had her, he would have found a way back. Another thought occurs to me that bothers me even more: what if he had chosen to not go on the trip at all, and I had never met him? He might be back in Britain with her now, like he is with me here... perhaps he’d even be engaged to her or something. I push the thought out of my head. I’m not jealous of her; no, not at all. Rather, I’m grateful that she made him make that choice. I’m grateful, because in doing so, she gave him to me.* He was a good man... the first man I’d really had a relationship with, actually. I’d been with a man before him, but it had been a one night stand. *I don’t want to bring that memory up.* It was a few years ago... he worked at the local library. He recommended a couple books to me, checked them out for me... about halfway through one, he had stuck his phone number in. *I smile at the memory, remembering how shocked I had been at first and then the huge, dopey grin that had stuck on my face for the rest of the day until I had returned home from school to call him.* We were together for nearly a year, I think, but he moved away before I did, to London. I moved a couple months after that.
Dom: Oh... *It hadn't occurred to me that Billy may have had other relationships with men. I really... well, I never really have. I mean, I've done the whole sex bit, of course - who doesn't experiment, hey? But never anything serious. I can't tell if it hurts me or if it's just a little of that jealousy filtering up. I'd be jealous of any of Billy's lovers, I suppose. I mean, I couldn't have had tabs on him his whole life... but, than again, it might have been nice. I kiss his hand a last time and then rest our hands together on his warm stomach, playing my free hand through his hair and gazing on at him for moments and then longer.* It's funny...things like that... *I try to smile.* So many people I've known. I'm glad I'm not with them anymore. Then I might not be with you. *My grin is clear now; thinking about Billy must be a medicine for everything.* Funny how that happened, too... *That's better... Seeing him smiling up at me. Smiling together. It's much warmer in here. More specifically, right here, on the couch, in this one spot, where I can look at him.* I think I'd like to know... *I wonder, voice picking up a bit.* Where is your favorite place to be touched? *I like this question even better, I think. Maybe that's just because I want to touch him. He looks like he's in need of it. And I should know, as his boyfriend, exactly...where to touch...*
Billy: You’re asking that just so you’ll know how to melt me to goo so you can wrap me around your little finger when you want something, aren’t you? *Still, it’s probably a good thing for him to know. And it’s something I’d like to know about him as well. But do I know my own answer? Any place Dom touches me lights me on fire. My favorite place to be touched is any place Dom’s fingertips can get to. Hmm, I’d better be more specific...* Well, besides the obvious... *I grin up cheekily at him.* I’d have to say the small of my back. It just sort of sends a jolt right through me, you know? Like I’m being touched right to the core. *It feels weird to be talking about such things... putting feelings into words when I previously could not.* Or my head... like right now... *I smile and tip my head up against his hand.* What about you?
Dom: Hm... *I smile and trail my hand through his hair deeply, to emphasise. Now if only he weren't lying on his back... My lips curve teasingly.* You know where... *I say, circling behind his ear with my thumb.* The parts that make me say good things... Or nothing at all... *He looks like he's giggling inside, making me want to laugh along with him; rest my head beside his and laugh and explore one another. I prop my legs up a little more, allowing him to be cradled by the curve of my stomach; I can feel the edge of his smile there.* And... other than the obvious, as you said... *I purse my lips in a silly (but mostly bashful) smile.* ...I really like it around the neck... You know... *I hesitate, ears warming slowly.* ...places that get hurt easily...but most definitely won't, if the right person is touching them...
Billy: *What a coincidence... because that’s one of my favorite places to touch on Dom, with both my hands and lips (besides the obvious, of course). I smile and reach searching fingertips up, trailing down the column of his neck before cupping it gently with my palm.* I’ll remember that next time I’m up there. *I murmur, pushing my smile into his stomach. *My fingertips remain there, tracing lazy patterns on his skin as I think of a new question, though I’m not entirely sure I’m creative enough to think of another, and they’re making me think too hard, anyway. Time for an intermission. Oooh, I’ve got a good one...* Pick a number between one and ten. *I command, peaking up with an amused smile to gauge his reaction.*
Dom: *I begin to smile when his hands announce their warmth on my neck, but my expression changes when I hear his question. What sort of game is this? But I laugh a bit, because of its predictability. I rarely know what's happening inside Billy's lovely head, though I'm assured, by past experience, that it's usually good. He has a tendency to have extremely pleasuring ideas. I smooth his forehead with a finger, thinking. What the hell. I bite my lip and ponder for a moment before saying:* Seven. *My expression sets on him, awaiting my fate with glad silence.*
Billy: Good choice! *I say with enthusiasm, completely approving. This is a game I could get used to playing. One that doesn’t require quite so much thinking. I lift my head away from his fingers with a pang of regret and sit up, a bit too quickly it seems as the room is suddenly spinning. Damn me and my enthusiasm. Once I’ve recovered I move over to him, kneeling with one knee on either side of him, straddling his lap. I wiggle into place and bite my lip, grinning as I lean in and plant a big, loud kiss on his forehead.* One. *I say with a flourish, fingertips coming up to his face to brush his eyelids shut.* Two, three. *I say as I kiss each of his eyelids. I smile happily and lean in to place a lingering kiss on the tip of his nose.* Four... *I chuckle softly as I nuzzle my own nose along his cheek until my lips can catch up.* Five. *I mumble against his skin. And then I move my head again, tipping it down to his neck, and there my lips linger even longer, moving silently and openly against the warm skin, happy with the newly acquired knowledge that this is something he’ll like very much. But I break away finally, because he asked for seven, and I’m not done yet.* Six... *I breathe against his skin. I pull away from his neck completely and look him in the eyes, bringing my arms up and looping them around his neck. One hand rests gently at the back of his neck, just so he’ll know I remembered.* Seven. *And then I lean in to kiss his lips, my own covering his and sliding open against the mouth that still tastes faintly of sugar.*
Dom: *My voice trembles on his lips in a thick sigh, lips parting with his and allowing a taste of his tongue into my mouth. My shoulders arch, trying to contain this emotion, and head tilts to the movement of this touch; I slip my tongue softly over his lower lip, one gentle instant bending my brow and sending soft noises into the kiss. I allow moments before the kiss finally ends, pulling away silently, releasing a small breath as my eyes open to him, smiling happily, arms wrapped around him. My hands massage at his back, that fragile small of his back, his eyes looking beautifully into mine.* I should have said ten... *I speak, my voice much softer than I’d expected.* That was a good question... *My grin spreads, knowing full well how I could outdo that question of his, but wanting to save those sorts of games for later. Right now, I’m content to be getting to know him; slowly and tenderly getting to know him. I reach a hand up and lightly stroke a finger along his cheek, dabbing his temple and down to his jaw. I touch his chin with my thumb before letting my hand rest curled behind his ear, wrist near his neck.* I have another question. *My eyes squint with my smile, fingers dancing into his hair.* When was the last time... *I search down, between our bodies, then catch myself and return to Bill.* ...you’d slept with someone else?
Billy: *I look at him questioningly, leaning back against his hand. I wasn’t lying when I said that I like to be touched there. But his question still puzzles me. I thought I had said... oh. I blink at him and blush a bit, looking down at the couch.* It was with Jack – my old boyfriend. *It hadn’t occurred to me that Dom may have thought I’d been with other people between the two of them. But I finished with one night stands a long time ago, and even if I had wanted to, Lauderville is a small town.* Nearly two years ago, now. *My eyes widen – I hadn’t realized it had been so long. It’s been just me on my own since then. I feel suddenly very... I don’t know... innocent, or maybe just slightly pathetic. Still, I hadn’t felt the need for a relationship of any sort... until I found Dom.* What about you? *I ask quietly, finally meeting his eyes again, and I still feel the slight heat in my cheeks. But I’m smiling, wondering at his answer already.*
Dom: *My eyes widen for a bit, but a small laugh escapes my lips.* Hold on, wait, wait, wait... Two years?! *I squeeze his back a bit with my fingers, trying to give myself something to hold onto while my mind is reeling. How could a man possibly survive that long without sex? I mean...it’s nearly a given fact that men require sex in order to survive, right? Am I wrong? I can’t believe he went two years. Really, he could have jumped me at our first meeting, and I think I would have understood, under the circumstances.* Bill, weren’t you... *I search for words quickly, glancing away.* ...a bit desperate? Because...two years... *I nod, not knowing what else to do, looking at him affirmatively.* That’s a long time... A very. long time.
Billy: Dom... *I give a quiet giggle at his incredulous expression. I suppose to someone like Dom, it would seem a very long time. Both because he’s younger than I am and because he’s so much more outgoing than I am.* You’ve got to understand, in a town like Lauderville, you don’t meet many people, even if you are an outgoing person, which I’m not particularly. And before I came over here, it was still too soon after Jack and I separated. So I suppose I just became very well acquainted with my hands. *He’s still staring at me in that slightly amazed, slightly horrified way, and I laugh and shake my head at him.* All right, so we’ve established I’m a complete freak; you can stop staring at me like that. Besides, I think since knowing you I’ve more than made up for it. *I flick him gently on the back of his head to see if I can shake him back into a more aware state.* So, answer the question. What about you?
Dom: *I grin, but try to make a little bit of a pout, still dwelling on his two-year record of sexual solitude.* Aw... my poor Billy... *Leaning in, I kiss lightly at his cheek and pull away with a sympathetic smile.* Left to himself for two whole years... *I perk with a grin.* I’m glad I came along. *He laughs a bit, and I pull him in closer with a teasing embrace, not wanting to forget his question amid sounds of his voice which render me so forgetful. Leaning my cheek to his, I leave a kiss on his ear and pull back with my answer.* The last time I had sex with anyone else...was probably a month before I wound up here. That’s... *I do a mental count, biting my lip.* ...I think about seven or eight months ago. With the girl I left. Though...she and I were never so dedicated to the habit as you and I are now. *We exchange teasing smiles.* I suppose there are a couple reasons for that. *My grin spreads and I lean our heads closer together, trying to sound romantic.* One being I love you.
Billy: One? What would the others be? *The truth is, I’m not sure whether or not I’m surprised that his last sexual encounter was with his girlfriend. I mean, I suppose that seven to eight months is a terribly long time to him. So I would have thought that maybe he might have found someone in the meantime. Still, I’m relieved to know that he’s not the type to flit around. I give him a small grin and massage the back of his neck with my fingertips, resting my lips against his chin as I try and come up with another question. Hmm, time for some more information gathering.* What is one sexual experience you’ve always wanted have but haven’t yet had the chance? *I raise an eyebrow and grin rather wickedly at him.*
Dom: Ha. *I dive in quickly and cover my laughter with a kiss. I’d never expected Billy to ask a question like that. Sounds more like one of my questions, really... But it’s exciting to hear it fall from his lips, and I press up against him in anticipation, wrapping two arms about him tightly.* Very dirty... *I say coming out of the kiss with a knowing grin.* Perhaps...not being able to touch... Being pent up for someone else; being used in any way they want until I can’t stand it anymore. That... *My breath shakes from me, suddenly nervous and faintly aroused.* ...would be very lovely... And maybe to have it...five times in one night. *I grin at him as he begins to smile and nestle myself underneath him with a glad trickle of laughter.* That would be lovelier. *I lean my forehead toward his, smiling, and feeling the sudden need to be very, very close to his body. I can’t understand how I can talk about these things with him... He’s so lovely. I can’t even begin to explain how comfortable this feels.* And you, sweetheart? *I soften my voice in question, attempting not to sound as desperate as I am.* How would you have it?
Billy: *It’s more than wonderful to hear Dom speak of these things in such a forthright way, to hear him tell me outright exactly what he’d have me do. And I intend to file these thoughts away for when I want to do something perfect for him. Hmm... how very convenient. I slide farther into his lap, pressing my chest to his as I lean in to peck him near the ear.* That’s very good, because I think I’d like to tie you up and have my way with you. *I punctuate that comment with a nip at his ear, grinning wickedly as I whisper.* And perhaps... I’d like to just... watch. Just watch you. See you how you would have been during those seven or eight months. *I sigh and press myself closer, as if that were humanly possible.*
Dom: *I exhale brokenly against his skin, hips beckoning at him under his weight. This is almost too much. I can see a clear picture in my mind of Billy wrapping me up, leaving me in a twisted entrapment of want and heated desire, then stepping back to watch me with one of his most destructive smiles. It makes me want his touch now even more, and I press my palms down his back, nudging my fingers below the belt of his pants and rubbing my cheek down his neck to his collar. I press a kiss there, and then another, and then begin to smile at how fast this has happened. Every time we’re close to one another...we just can’t help it. Well, at least, I can’t. But Billy doesn’t seem to dislike the idea I’m having.* Aha...those were very long months... *I finally reply, remembering the many times resorted to the pleasures of a hand. Even...in this very house. My throat tickles with a laugh again.* Not sure you’d want to see all those months reenacted in one moment. I think I might become very dangerous... *I nip lightly on his shoulder, tempted to rock under him. I trail my lips up his throat and linger, then, at the angle of his jaw.* ...you’ll have to tie me up tight... having you just out of my reach... *My smile grows on his neck.* I’m not sure I’m that patient, Billy...
Billy: I think you could be... *I mumble, tipping my head slightly, almost unconsciously, as his lips blaze a pleasant trail up to my jaw. I don’t have any qualms about arching down against him, letting him feel exactly what our little chat has begun to do to me, and I press down into his lap, the corners of my mouth curling into a satisfied smile.* It would be worth your while... and I think I’d like to see it, very much. *I tip my own lips down to his neck, suckling gently at the place where I feel his pulse most fiercely.*
Dom: *I gasp softly when his mouth licks like fire at the curve of my throat, and my mind slowly winds about the sense of one very pleasant meeting between our legs. My hips press upward to feel the shape of what he has shown to me, fingers dipping further into his jeans. Laughter is still in my throat, through as much desire as I’m feeling, and my smile emphasizes its effect in me. I wind giggling kisses down his neck, and up again, finding that each time I rise, his cheeks have become hotter to my skin.* ...I’m not the only impatient one here... *I speak lowly into his ear, covering it with the motions of my mouth. I’m so relieved that, this time, we both found this hard to wait for. Very hard to wait for... I grin, moving my hips slowly. Very hard...* Let’s not be patient... *I breathe with little voice. But as soon as our movement has begun to grow, I am stricken with the high-pitched echo of beeping through the house...from the kitchen...and I pause with a frustrated grunt, mid-kiss behind his ear.* Damn it... *The cookies... I sigh, loosening my hands from his jeans, sliding them up his back gently. I suppose he’ll be getting up for that. I sit still watching over his shoulder, waiting for him to hop from my lap and away.*
Billy: *I don’t even hear the buzzer until he’s murmured in my ear, because as far as I’m concerned, he’s the only thing here. But it becomes apparent to me once he’s brought it to my attention, as is his disappointment. Things like this seem to happen at precisely the wrong moment. He’s already moving away from me a bit, giving me room to get up and tend to the kitchen, but in a rare moment of abandon, I move forward to latch onto his ear with my teeth, and I slide a hand down between us, rubbing him through the thick material of his jeans.* Fuck the cookies. *I breathe, the little beep already growing quieter in my ear until I can no longer hear it over our harsh breathing.* I’m not going to move, and I’m not going to be patient, either.
Dom: *I rise to his touch suddenly, with a burst of surprised laughter, quickly covering any memory of the cookies. There is something here that can be ignored even less than that oven, and is tempting to be even more scorching and sweet inside. I slide a kiss down his neck, leaving a loud smack at the end as I pull away. Quickly, without any patience (as he has requested), I move my arms around him tightly and turn him in my arms until the tilt of his body pulls us both tumbling into the cushions of the couch, I, triumphantly, atop him. Before he is able to speak more than a laughing squeak, I cover his mouth with my lips, massaging them happily. Yes... Beautiful thing... I move my head around the side of his at the kiss’s end, caressing his skin, weighting myself down heavily, and press my hips into his upward with a smile.* We’re going to set the house on fire... *I growl into his ear, not actually concerned with the possibility of it. I’m sure the cookies are doomed anyway... The cats can eat them later. I begin to move with Billy’s body again, leaving kisses anywhere my lips can find to put them; soft places...warm and bare places... until they curve with a smile at the inclination of a thought.* We’re going to set the house on fire... *My voice bends softly, hinting into Billy’s ear.* It’ll be pretty bad when that oven lights up, too...
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