Awkwardness and Reassurances
Friday, November 26th, 2004
Awkwardness and Reassurances
A Billy/Dom/Aureen/Austin Chat
Dom: *I lick my spoon clean; the last bit of cookies and cream ice cream from the bowl. Despite the fact that we just had lunch a couple hours ago...there's always a place in your stomach that never quite fills up until you've had cookies and cream ice cream, I'd say. I walk to the sink and turn on the tap, rinsing the melted bits out and setting my bowl inside. I wipe my hands dry on my trousers and look to the clock... Mum and Dad have been napping for a while now. Wonder why they aren't up... The house is too quiet. It isn't right for a Friday, especially when no one in this house has work today. I bite my lip thoughtfully. Where's Billy...? Instinctively, I walk out of the kitchen and around the corner to the front room, looking around and seeing nothing but the hazy sunlight peering in from the windows. I set my jaw and begin to turn back... But a sound stops me - the soft scratch that can only be caused by the light turning of a page. My mouth bends and I make my way slowly to the back of the couch, peer over, and look down upon a very comfortable Billy, lying along the cushions, his thoughts engrossed in a story. I grin to myself, seeing those sweet little glasses perched on his nose, and wait for him to notice me.*
Billy: *It’s a good story, a ghost story, one that I had picked up with the full intention of whiling away this lazy afternoon while Dom’s parents napped. Good enough for me to be completely engrossed and not notice when a sneaky form creeps up behind me, leaning over my shoulder until his face is practically as far into the book as mine is. Needless to say, I jump.* Shite. *I breathe when I look up, feeling my heart beat wildly as I grin suddenly with a feeling of stupid relief. I close the paperback and lightly rap Dom on the head with it before tossing it on the coffee table.* Don’t you know it’s not nice to sneak up on people?
Dom: *I laugh, blinking with a start when he taps me with the book.* Hello, love... *I reply. Bending, I give him a quick kiss, smiling at him as I pull away and begin to make my way around the couch. He scoots his legs out of the way and I plop beside him, watching the little reflections spring off of his lenses.* You're so cute, Bill. *I state with a bright grin, sensing that his little heart is still racing in his chest, the tiny patches of pink on his cheeks tipping off the start I'd given him. I could kiss him again, but I won't, waiting patiently instead and leaning back into the couch cushions with a bit of a stretch.* I need company...
Billy: Mmm... *I make a sound of agreement, moving to take my glasses off and hoping he won’t have a fit. I just want to be able to see him clearly. If he knew my reasoning behind it, he wouldn’t mind.* Well, it looks like you got some. I see where I fit in line. Second to the ice cream. It’s alright, I can take the rejection. *I sniff and set the glasses down on top of my book, stretching my legs out into his lap.*
Dom: *My arms drop around his legs comfortably and I grin.* It was a progress, love. I would have been cranky with you if I hadn't eaten ice cream first. *My mouth opens in a clever smile at him, rubbing his legs softly with my palms. Then I turn to the table and reach out for his glasses, plucking them up and inspecting them as I settle back down. I open them carefully, peering through, everything magnifying and turning blurry.* These aren't making your eyes worse?... *I consider them for a moment more, pursing my lips, then put them on and turn to Billy with a sudden grin.* What do you think? Sexier?
Billy: *I begin to laugh immediately before coughing, trying to pass it off as a tickle in the throat, though Dom will know better.* I’m going to have to go with no on that one, love. *I reply, then rush on before he can object or try to tickle me in retaliation.* On the basis that you just can’t get any sexier, of course, no matter what you do. *I grin winningly at him, leaning in to remove the glasses from his head and set them down on the table again.* You’re going to give yourself a headache. *I brush his hair off his forehead, running my thumb against the soft skin.*
Dom: Yeah...I looked funny, right? *I reply, half seriously. It's not really a big thing. I don't know why I care. I just want Billy to like the way I look, no matter what, even when I wear his glasses which are obviously not made for me. I watch my hands as they smooth out Billy's trousers on his shins, feeling his fingers brush my forehead.* They could make me a little more proportional though, yeah? *I look up to him with a grin.* Make my eyes a little bigger to match my nose and ears. *I touch both areas, tugging on my ear a little after I've finished illustrating.* Or maybe I'd just look like a monkey in glasses.
Billy: *I shake my head quickly, reaching a finger to trace the curve of his ear fondly.* Not a monkey at all. Just my beautiful, sexy Dom. *I smile, scooting down on the couch so I can climb fully into his lap. Much better.* Though honestly, you need to quit being so greedy. We’ve already determined that glasses and kilts are my sex tools. Yours are definitely... *Hmm, does nakedness count?* ...those cuffs you wear some days. And your postal shorts; don’t even get me started about the shorts. *I grin at him, waggling my eyebrows suggestively.* It’s a shame it’s not warm enough for you to wear them all year ‘round. Though it’s always warm enough for you to wear them in the bedroom... *I’m taken by the idea, and I indulge in a little private fantasy before I remember something else.* Oh! And that one night, when we went out to dinner in Towerston and you wore eyeliner. That. Was amazing, Dommie. Seriously. I think I could have come just with you looking at me.
Dom: *My smile grows inevitably, and I can feel my cheeks turning pink. I wrap my arms around him snugly, excitedly, trying not to let it show, but knowing that I can't hide how happy he's making me.* That explains some things about that night, then... *I reply with a little laugh. I take a hold of him and scoot him closer into my lap, nuzzling near his cheek with a bright smile.* Mm...the postal shorts. You've got to admit, Bill. *I laugh, more at myself than anything, picturing those awful shorts.* ...Those shorts are pretty... *I can't think of it. Pansy-like?* ...short.
Billy: And why do you think I like them so much? *I ask incredulously, running a hand up and down the side of his thigh, wishing he were wearing those shorts now. Actually, I’m glad he’s not, because then I’d have to have him on this very couch, right now, with his parents sleeping upstairs. Probably not a good idea. I move to straddle his lap, arms sliding around his shoulders.* And you are perfectly welcome to wear eyeliner any time you want. Any time you want to get shagged, at any rate. Not that you won’t get shagged if you don’t wear eyeliner. But with eyeliner on, getting shagged’s pretty much a given. *Smirking, I touch our foreheads together.*
Dom: *Wow... I hold my breath. This is...an interesting position. I mean, conversation. Or. Well, either, really. My smile slowly broadens and I close my eyes, touching our noses and sighing, gliding my hands up along his thighs where his trousers are stretched tightly. I lower my voice and speak to him, shut off from everything but sound and touch.* And what if you'd already shagged me ten times? And then I decided to put the eyeliner on? *My lips bend, feeling a bit silly.* For some reason.
Billy: Then I would say that you’re a man with a death wish, Monaghan. *I reply with a grin, rubbing my nose with his slowly.* Because you’d be in danger of getting shagged to death. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. They’d call it manslaughter, because it wouldn’t really be my fault. It wouldn’t be intentional at all. The jury would see it from my point of view and say that you had it coming, your own fault for looking so bleeding sexy. *My head tips forward to brush our lips together, fingers slowly creeping up into his hair.* Either that, or maybe I’d just shag you until we both conked out from exhaustion.
Dom: Yes... *I let whisper through a smile. My hands crawl around the sides of his thighs, along to that curve, grasping the slightest shape of his bum.* I want you to shag me... Now... *My heart does a somersault and I brush our noses, but the brief contact isn't enough. Not anymore. My fingers press up into his bum in a massaging motion and I dip my head, kissing his lips. Once, then again, and then slowly again, and my lips move to his chin, then underneath, following where he lifts his head and exposes himself to me.*
Billy: *Uh-oh. It seems I’ve begun something I don’t know I want to carry out. His parents are upstairs, napping, liable to come down at any minute... but why does that fact have to make this all the more bloody exciting?! This certainly can’t be fair.* Yes... *I murmur, tipping my head back off to the side, fingers sliding fully into his hair and locking there as I concentrate my appreciation on the feeling of his lips, his fingers. Don’t suppose we could be quiet enough, quick enough...*
Dom: Mmm... *Oh, this is so fast. Not that it hasn't happened this fast before; but Billy's usually wearing something revealing or devastating... Or he's just pulled me into the shower with him, or touched somewhere on me by accident, or perhaps not. But this... We were just talking, and now... Now I can't take my tongue away from the soft skin of his throat. He feels like he hasn't been tasted in decades. Oh, hell my parents are just upstairs... They won't sleep much longer and I can't be doing this. We can't pull this off. ...pull it off... Mm, I want to get off with you, Billy Boyd... My fingers rub his bum hard, pushing him up into my lips where I drink from the base of his neck.*
Billy: *Surely we can do this fast, can’t we? We can summon the horny teenage boys in us and bring each other off in a few minutes, can’t we? It wouldn’t be that hard. This is too hot. I groan, his mouth doing terribly naughty things to my neck, and suddenly this doesn’t seem very fair to me at all. I want more control than this. Summoning all my willpower I climb of his lap, hands placed on the center of his chest as I push him down against the couch cushions. Much better. I crawl in between his legs and settle myself on top of him, mouth finding his and meeting it forcefully. Much, much better.*
Dom: *Oh hell... I fall into the couch and he instantly leans up for my lips, hard body pressing between my legs as he stretches to reach. I let out a moan, chest falling with his weight, and my hands resume their positions more greedily on his bum. Ahh, it's so soft now. So relaxed... My fingers grasp into the seat of his trousers, yeilding and constricting again and again. Slowly, my thighs rise up, sliding against the sides of his body, knees peaking toward the ceiling, feet digging into the couch cushions with my shoes - my hips incline to that exact angle and I groan, his body pressing firmly across that spot, the place I've opened up for him between my legs. He's supporting himself there. I feel myself harden, whimpering. Ohhh Billy, you sweet, sexy lover, I want you... Hungrily, my lips swallow his, this intense pleasure shooting so swiftly from his pressure, my tongue slipping through my lips into his mouth.*
Austin: *Naps are wonderful. I don’t know why I don’t take one every day. Well, I suppose I take one every day I can... I feel about a thousand times better now than I did before I took that nap, and I felt pretty good to begin with. It’s all that food from Thanksgiving... makes me feel tired. Aureen’s still pretty much down for the count so I rise as quietly as I can, patting her hand gently before moving to step out of the room into the hallway. A cup of tea sounds perfect right about now.*
Billy: Dommie... need you, Dommie... *I whisper into his mouth, tongue stroking his tongue with every other breath as I rock my hips down against his. I think it might take an earthquake to stop me now. And at the rate we’re going, we’ll both be having our own private earthquakes in a very short time. My hands slither under his shirt, sliding up his sides to play over his ribs and muscles, hard, rippling planes for my fingers to trip over. I love the way he feels beneath me, eager and supple and moaning and mine.*
Dom: Oh-...Billy... *I breathe shortly, my stomach bending under his touch, jumping, sending me into his mouth with my tongue and lips. This is going to happen. It's right at my fingertips, the very edges of my being, I can feel it. I'm so hard, his friction brushing up against me, my body nuzzling into the cushions as he pushes me. I'm going to come - will myself to come...so soon... My hands grasp into his bum, massaging and stroking, and it hits me that I don't get out of my clothes soon, I'm going to come in my pants. Ahh, but I can't move... His body is shaking, pushing, so eager and quick; he's going to be so hard and fast and forceful with me. I can't wait to stiffen on that first bare stroke. One touch and I'll release. My hips arch up, adding friction and pressure as he grinds. Ohh, I'm so hard... I gasp into his mouth, tongue thrusting through our lips and drinking the heat from his cavern, pumping and sliding in moaning euphoria. C'mon, Bill...* Mmmnnh-... *My body twists under him. C'mon Billy and fuck me...*
Billy: *This isn’t enough, not enough, this rubbing and pushing and thrusting and groping... I need some sort of skin on skin. No, more than that. I really, desperately need to fuck him. It’s the only thing I can see in my mind’s eye... our trousers down, me thrusting into him, all hot and needy and rough and wild. Of course, in my mind’s eye we’d both be screaming, but that part will have to be omitted. Either way, it wouldn’t be the first time we’ve fucked on this couch. And it won’t be the last. I moan against his mouth, tongues slipping wildly past each other as I slide one hand around to his front, popping the button open at the top of his jeans as I continue to arch against him. Almost there...*
Austin: *I yawn, stepping out into the hallway, crossing the landing slowly, still sluggish with sleep. It isn’t until I step down a couple steps that I see. And hear. Something a father definitely never should be seeing or hearing. The couch is in plain sight, and I’ve got an aerial view. Dom and Billy entwined in each other on the couch, and they certainly aren’t napping. I look away immediately, blushing terribly I’m sure, and I wonder if I can sneak back upstairs again without them noticing. It is their house, after all. They should be able to do what they like in whatever room they choose. I turn and step up a stair, only to find I’ve hit a giving spot, a loud creak entering the stairway. Shite. I turn again, waiting for them to realize they’ve been interrupted.*
Dom: Mm-... *He's arching... Oh, hell I love the arching. I curl forward, clasping my hands below his bum and pulling him tighter between my legs. A shallow moan trembles through my body. Ohh yes... His weight rubs that spot again and I go rigid for a few moments, then relax, fingers kneading his rump vigorously.* Billy- *I gasp over his lips and reconnect as soon as I can, tongue rubbing through the corner of his mouth, suckling him, hearing his lovely sounds. Mmmm... Grunting, I breathe the heat off his lips.* Mmh- Make me come-...
Billy: Ah-yes... *I thrust against him, groaning against his mouth. Exquisite, gorgeous, unbelievable... but my ears are too fine-tuned to the noises this house makes, the creaks and groans, so unlike the groans coming from our own mouths. Something has just gone horribly desperately wrong. Detaching my lips from Dom’s, I snap my head up, looking over the back of the couch and up the stairs and... oh, fuck. I close my eyes instantly, as if that will make Austin go away, make this whole situation go away, but one thing that does go away is my erection. Dom doesn’t seem to have noticed yet, though, the way he’s still moving beneath me. I want to throw up and die.* Dom. Dom, stop. *I say flatly, my hand moving to remove his hand from my bum.* Dom.
Dom: Mm- Billy... *I laugh softly, looking up at him, wondering what he's on about. I have to reach up to kiss his throat, lapping gently, hoping to lure him back down to me. My smile presses against his skin and I nibble a bit between my words.* C'mon, love... *I slide my hands from his grasp and rub them up his arms to his shoulders, holding on. My lips trail up below his jaw.* Don't you want to touch me?... *I whisper amusedly.*
Austin: *My ears may start bleeding at any moment. I would run, but I think that might just embarrass all even worse. The worst part is that Dom is definitely oblivious, though Billy gave me the deer in the headlights look before closing his eyes as if that would make me go away. It might work.*
Billy: Dom. *I hiss, a hand sliding up to rest at his shoulder as I finally turn my gaze to him, shaking my head firmly. My body’s still shaking but it isn’t from desire this time, not in the slightest. I would very much like a black hole to open up beneath me and swallow me up. Looking straight in his eyes I tip my head to the side, eyes sliding in the direction of the stairway, hoping he’ll get my meaning. The words “Dom, your father has just very nearly caught us fucking and is standing right over there” are some I can’t quite coordinate my mouth to say at the moment, funnily enough.*
Dom: *I laugh lightly, knowing this must be some sort of joke he's playing. But when he presses me gently back to the couch, and I'm able to focus on his face, my laughter flitters away and my uncertain smile falters.* What... *But I don't really finish, making a curious expression about the heavy pink on his cheeks - Did I do that?... - and I bend my head back in the direction of the stairway for a look at what he's darting his eyes at. I try to make sense of the room, upside down, mostly... Is that the floor? And the stairs... And-... My smile drops instantly. A pale sheet runs down my body. I am now, more than ever, underneath Billy, and at the exact wrong time... I swallow, speechless, heart plummeting into the pit of my stomach, arousal dousing like light under a boulder. Oh…* Shite...
Austin: *I swallow deeply, eyes passing back and forth between Dom and Billy on the couch. I suppose I should have expected to see something like that at one time or another but... no, it’s never something I could prepare myself for. I give a soft cough, my lips twitching in attempts to form a nervous smile. I don’t think it works. It feels more like a grimace.* Sorry. *I attempt sheepishly.*
Billy: *I bite my lip, face flushing again, even more violently than before. Letting go of Dom, I slide from his lap, folding myself up in the corner of the couch as if the smaller I make myself, the less I’ll be visible. I don’t think it works. I look up at Austin, trying my own smile. What a miserable situation.*
Dom: *As soon as Billy's off of me, I grapple my way to sitting position, turning toward Dad and unsuccessfully trying to act natural. Yeah, like nothing's just happened. Bloody hell... My dad just walked in on probably the most uncomfortable thing he's ever seen. Me, groping my fiancé... I reach a hand up to my mouth and run it firmly over my lips with a sigh. Shite... Not only that, but I feel incredibly sick. I think my insides have been turned backwards. I pop my hand from my mouth and flash the most fake smile I've ever attempted.* Hey, Dad. *I even wave. Am I bloody insane??*
Austin: Hello. *I take a few steps down the stairs, arriving on the ground floor but not stepping any closer to the couch. I’m close enough right here. How does one proceed in a situation like this?* Dom... *I start, my mouth quicker than my brain, and I’ve got to fill that silence with something...* ...can I talk to you? In the kitchen? *Oh, smooth Austin.*
Billy: *I freeze, looking over at Dom. Oh shite... we’ve incurred his wrath... Dom’s going to get a tongue lashing in the kitchen while I sit here on the couch and wet myself. But surely Dom’s grown up enough to make his own decisions, even if he makes one to engage in fornication with his fiancé in the front room. I blink at Dom, swallowing.*
Dom: *My heart leaps to my throat, but I don't let it show. Covering with a content smile, I look at Billy, patting my hands on the couch cushions before pushing to stand up. I look back at Dad, much, much, (almost too much), more optimistically than I feel.* Yeh. Sure. *I answer with a smile, wishing I wouldn't...oh, hell, I just can't stop it. I step toward him and, of course, he's all smiles as well. I'm sure we all feel just brilliant. He turns and leads me out of the front room. I give Billy one last impulsive look before leaving, not really ready to face my doom in the kitchen. Alone.*
Billy: *I want to reach for him, I want to grab him and hold on him as if he were going to face death itself, but he’s not. It’s his father, and I think he’ll survive. But it doesn’t make me any happier to relinquish him. I watch after him with a longing look as they disappear into the kitchen before flopping back on the couch, covering my face in my hands and giving over to shuddering embarrassment.*
Austin: *I step into the kitchen, leaning back against the sink, almost afraid to sit down. As if that’ll get me cornered into something. I watch as Dom enters the kitchen after me, my eyes flickering over him, and I notice... I bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud, clearing my throat instead as I nod at my son.* Button, Dominic.
Dom: Hm? *I come up behind him in the kitchen and raise my brow, not really registering his last words. His eyes glance downward and I follow them, searching myself unknowingly until I see the top fastening of my trousers. Bloody hell... Heat springs to my cheeks and my hands fly to the button, quickly securing it and feeling like a complete, sodding idiot. But most especially when I unsteadily return my eyes to Dad and see his expression. Doesn't he know this is the bloody-most embarrassing moment of my life?* Thanks. *I swallow, unable to believe what's happening here.*
Austin: Not a problem. *I nod quickly, probably too quickly, but what else am I supposed to do? Clear the air, I suppose. Can’t have him thinking I’m about to give him a lecture or anything.* Dom, listen. About what happened out there... It’s alright. I don’t mind. It’s your house, and you two should be able to do whatever you like in it. *I smile a bit nervously; I hope he doesn’t assume I’ve given him the go ahead to return to the front room and continue where they left off.* Nothing I haven’t seen before. *Usually it’s with a woman and a man, but who thinks about the details?* Either way, there’s no reason to feel embarrassed. *Easier said than done.* You’re a grown man now. Getting married. *That brings a genuine smile to my face. I don’t think I’ll ever believe it.*
Dom: Yeh... *I watch him carefully, almost suspiciously. What is he getting at? He isn't going to...jump at my throat or something, is he? My eyes search his face, but I don't really find anything other than sincere happiness. He has a broad smile, and I don't really sense that he's faking it... Which is odd. Dad never used to smile at me unless I'd gotten into some kind of trouble first - (buttering me up for the kill, maybe) - and there is some definite trouble present in this situation. He's not going to... scold me? Take away my comic books? Put me in the corner? I keep my mouth shut, just in case.*
Austin: *I can see he’s not settling, and I don’t blame him, though I wish he would. The embarrassment is ebbing out of me, and I can see that this is as good a time as any to have a father to son chat. Man to man. Oh, how cliché. I laugh, gesturing to the kitchen table.* Sit down, Dom. I’m not going to bite you. I just want to talk.
Dom: *I glance at him, his hand offering me a seat at the table, and I look back into his eyes for any signs of treachery. But of course there aren't. What's wrong with a little chat, yeah? I sigh and reach for the nearest chair, pulling it out and seating myself at the table. My gaze rests on Dad, ready and waiting for whatever he plans to deal out. This isn't going to be a talk about the Birds and the Bees, is it?*
Austin: *Well, now that he’s here, I’m not quite sure I know what to say. Dom’s getting married. I should be telling him about all the responsibility he’s going to have now, how he needs to look after his wife and family... but I’m not sure it’s all applicable. And what is, I’m actually fairly sure he’s got down. I take a seat across the table from him, looking at him with a small smile.* I’m not going to lecture you, I promise. *I start with a small shake of my head.* I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought I’d need to when this day came but... I know you know what you’re getting into. I’m proud of you, Dom.
Dom: *I wait a couple moments before letting a small smile affect one corner of my mouth. He's proud of me? Me, Dom, the son who ran away from home to another country, got lost, didn't call, became a postman, and got engaged to a man they'd never met? That sounds like a parent's horror story, if you ask me... And he's proud? My smile slowly spreads to both sides of my face and I nod, a little embarrassedly, and drop my eyes to the table where my fingers have begun making circles.* Yeh... *I pause and tap a knuckle on the table, gaze returning up to his.* Thanks.
Austin: I mean it, Dom. *I say sincerely, watching him with that bashful smile on his face.* When you left England... I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know when you’d come back or even if you would. I could never tell what to expect from you. But you’ve... you’ve changed, haven’t you? You’ve settled down, become more stable... but you’re still you, as well. *I grin, realizing how relieved I am that he’s still his cheeky self.*
Dom: Yeah, well... *I want to say that it feels different now. I actually want to be here. But not because I didn't want to be with him and Mum... Just because... I don't know, the situation was...something I couldn't control. It was the Mummy and the Daddy and the little boy. But not now; I don't feel that panic like I'm growing in a room where the ceiling doesn't get any higher. I feel like I'm standing on the rooftop, and Billy's there with me, so there's no way I can fall. We own this life. It's just...different...* I'm sorry I left. *I say suddenly, knowing why I've said it, even though I hadn't intended to. I'm older now. I can apologise if I know I'm wrong. I continue softly.* It wasn't good...for you and Mum. I know. But I just... I couldn't stay. Some sort of life-crisis or something. *I toss him a subtly-humoured grin.* Had to change everything about me... Acted like a bloody teenager.
Austin: Well, you weren’t much older than one. *I grin and chuckle a bit. Well, he may have been in his mid twenties, but I know his mother and I didn’t tend to remember that.* Your mother and I don’t blame you for wanting to leave. Everyone comes to the point where they need to get out, get a change of scene, find what they want from life. We just... we wish we’d been a bit more willing to part with you first. And in turn, that you’d been a bit more willing to keep in touch. *I don’t want to scold him for that part, because what’s done is done, and besides, look at how things are now?* But that doesn’t matter anymore, because you’re here now, and look how far you’ve come! Look how well you’ve done for yourself.
Dom: *I smile at his words; truly smile, turning my eyes to my hand resting on the table, lost in thought. But of course, I'm not thinking of the house; I'm not thinking of the job at that tiny post office, or the meals that are set on this table every day. I'm not even thinking of the marriage, as immense and incredible as it is... I'm thinking of Billy. Just Billy. Look how well I've done for myself... I have Billy Boyd, and that's the most amazing thing I've ever accomplished. My smile brims and I turn my eyes to Dad again, all of my nervousness finally relieved from my body, leaving nothing but pride.* It's strange... Everything seems... complete now, you know? I don't have to try to be anyone anymore. *Billy has done that for me, all on his own; made me the best person I've ever been.* I like being here. I never thought I'd want any of this, but I do...
Austin: That’s because you’re in love, son. *I can’t help but grin widely at this – he’s in love. As much as I hate to steal Aureen’s sentiments from her, our little boy is all grown up and in love.* You want those kinds of things when you feel that way. And it’s completely evident that you feel that way about Billy. *And here it comes, the big statement...* I want you to know that I think you’ve found the right person for you, Dom. It doesn’t matter at all that that person happens to be a man. I know that it probably wouldn’t matter to you even if I didn’t, but I want you to know that I like Billy a lot, and I think you two are good for each other.
Dom: *I watch him for a moment, taking his words in with a subtle smile on my lips. I've never really known my dad to talk to me like this; actually sitting me down to give me more than a pat and a 'good job, son.' I wonder if he feels silly, despite the fact that I know he means every one of his words. My smile grows and I try to hide it, but I can't, and I think I may be blushing.* It does matter to me... *I try to comfort him, as awkward as it sounds coming from me, I'm sure. He's right. I would have stayed with Billy even if the whole world hated me for it. But... he doesn't hate me for it. He loves Billy and I both. And that means the world in itself, really. I glance away rubbing my thumb on the table.* I wish... I wish you'd tell Billy, actually. *I say to him with a hesitant grin.* He's been so worried about what you and Mum will think of him this week... He's cleaned everything about a dozen times. *I laugh a little, hoping inside that Dad won't think Billy's terrified of them. He isn't. He knows they love him, deep down, I think. But there's something still in the way.*
Austin: It certainly shows! *I acknowledge with a huge grin.* I’m glad to hear it’s not always this immaculate though, really. I’d begun to wonder what happened to the young lad who lived in a room without a visible floor. *I tease. Sometimes I wish we had left his room like that, all disorganized and haphazard, instead of turning it into a guest room like we did after he left. It would have made him seem closer, I suppose.* Maybe... * start, considering his words. When a son gets married, it seems appropriate for the mother to talk to the future daughter-in-law. But we have no future daughter-in-law. Besides, Billy and Aureen already seem thick as thieves. But Billy and I, we really haven’t had much chance to sit down and talk. And I think it’s safe to say that when I was marrying Aureen, I was most terrified of her father.* Maybe I should have a little talk with him. Put his mind to rest.
Dom: *My brow tilts upward at him and I begin to smile.* Would you? I think that'd be good... *I scratch the back of my neck absently, knowing how Billy's going to feel, being in a room with my Dad, alone. But I think it'd make things better for him, in the end. I plop my hand back down to the table and sigh.* He might wet himself. *I smile widely, laughing a bit; I'm pretty sure Dad knows what kind of pressure Billy's feeling.* But I think it'd be good for him. -The talking that is. *I can't help a giggle, seeing Dad smile as well.*
Austin: *I laugh, knowing I probably shouldn’t be if what Dom says is true and Billy is sitting out in the other room petrified.* Poor Billy. You must have told him terrible things about us. *He probably hasn’t though. Billy’s probably just drawn all his own conclusions. I can understand that.* Why don’t you send him in, then? *I say quietly, looking across the table to Dom.*
Dom: *I smile, thinking for a moment before I make a move. Somehow this turned in to a pleasant conversation... Funny, considering the way it started out. Pressing my hands to the table finally, I stand and sigh, giving my dad a nod.* I'll go get him. Tell him it's 'his time,' or something. *I grin and begin to make my way out of the kitchen. I stop on the edge and turn back with a thought, however, cheekiness fading for a moment.* Thanks for the talk. Dad. *I say to him, grinning a little self-consciously and hoping this won't be too sentimental for the both of us.* I... It means a lot. To, you know. Know that you're proud of me. *I smile a little more and then turn gradually out of the room, ready to return to the couch where I know Billy is still waiting, probably in a panic.*
Billy: *I’ve been curled up in the corner of the couch for the past ten minutes or so while Dom’s been in the kitchen. I’ve got my glasses back on and my book’s open in my lap, but oh hell, who am I kidding? I haven’t read a word. I’ve been too busy listening for yells or sounds of breaking furniture. Well, maybe not. I know Dom’s dad’s not like that. Maybe just loud, harsh words then. I see Dom out of the corner of my eye, highly tuned as I am to movement since I’m so high strung, and I twitch, sitting up straighter as I look at him with wide, concerned eyes.* Everything okay? You okay?
Dom: *My gazes catches on him as soon as he's up, his bright wavering eyes staring into mine and then glancing over me, as though I'll show signs of injury. I'm tempted to smile, knowing how easy that all was, and I almost say: 'Oh, it's all right, Bill. He just wants to talk. Go on in.' But something stops me, and I realise the possibilities inherent with this situation. ...Oh, I'm such a bastard. My entire demeanour changes before he can notice. I walk slowly to the couch, expression suddenly sombre, and sigh as I come around to the front and plop down beside him, not looking up. My hands rest in my lap and I watch them for a long moment before deciding to say anything. I sigh again.* Yeah, I'm fine... *I bend my fingers against my thighs and then hesitantly return my gaze to Bill, trying not to keep too much eye contact. He looks like he's about to detonate from tension, and it's all I can do to keep from bursting with laughter right now.* He wants to see you. *I add finally, bottling my energy deep inside.*
Billy: Oh, I... uh... *This is not good. In fact, this is so beyond not good that it is bad. That part about throwing up I thought earlier? Very likely to become a reality in about ten seconds. But no. I swallow back my nausea and look closely at Dom, feeling my heart leap in my throat. He looks... dejected. And what the hell is Austin going to say to me, if whatever he said to my Dommie, his own son, made him look like that? Got to be brave. Got to be brave for my love.* Alright. *I swallow and stand up, taking a deep breath before heading in the direction of the kitchen.*
Dom: *My eyes follow him sadly, partially to keep up my awful, rotten trick, but mostly because I feel like... Well, an absolute bastard for doing this to him. But I'm doing it. Maybe I just enjoy getting scolded whenever he finds me out. Because, unlike Dad's scoldings which lead to me feeling not-so-good things...Billy's are a very rare sort that lead to me receiving kissings and snoggings and sometimes even love-makings. My smile peeks back onto my lips when he's finally far enough away, and I sink into the couch, loving him to pieces and knowing, at the same time, how much he's going to absolutely hate me. I can't wait to hold him, tell him how sorry I am through a guilty smile, and find out in the end that he still loves me.*
Austin: *I look up when I hear footsteps on the linoleum, smiling at Billy, who looks as though he’s just swallowed something very nasty.* Come in, Billy, sit down. *I gesture to a chair, then realize my faux pas and laugh quietly.* I suppose that’s your line, and here I am, inviting you to sit down in your own house!
Billy: *Laughing more than a little nervously, I pull out a kitchen chair across the table from him, sitting on my hands to keep from fidgeting. Which I know I’ll be doing in about two seconds if I’m not careful.* That’s perfectly alright, Mr. Mona-
Austin: Austin. *I interrupt, and Billy practically jumps out of his seat. I didn’t mean to interject quite so forcefully, and I don’t really think I did... I chuckle, though not at his expense, though I’m sure he thinks as much.* I’m not going to bite you, Billy. I promise. *He doesn’t look convinced, just stares at me with a blankly petrified look on his face. I laugh, I can’t help it.* What has he been telling you?
Billy: *I frown deeply, not sure I understand anything beyond the fact that I’m fairly sure I’m the butt of someone’s joke... be it Austin’s or Dom’s.* I don’t... what?
Austin: It’s written all over your face. *My chuckles are dying down, because I realize how unfair this is to Billy, when he’s already on the edge.* That cheeky monkey... *I shake my head, smiling comfortingly across the table at him.* Whatever he said, I didn’t call you in here to lecture you. I just wanted to talk.
Billy: Oh... *I’ll kill him. Truly, I will. Such deception can only be punishable by death. I’m tempted to go out there and do the deed right now, but I think maybe I’ll wait until I’ve heard Austin out. While his words are slightly comforting, I still can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t a chat, but a Talk, and that’s not always a good thing. Not always a bad thing, either, but...* About what, Mr.- Austin?
Austin: About you, Billy. *I say gently, still smiling faintly, though wanting to convey how important this is for me to say.* I know how much stress this visit’s put you under. You don’t have to deny it, because Dom’s told me, and he didn’t even have to say anything in the first place. You’ve been a terrific host, and you’ve impressed us greatly, but... you can relax now. You’ve impressed us already.
Billy: *I can feel myself blushing again, though I thought I’d had my fill of that already today. But this time it’s the good kind of blushing, not the I-want-to-die kind of blushing, though I still don’t know if I’m deserving of his praise.* Thank you, Austin, but I don’t really know that I’d think of it as “impressing” you... I’m just trying to show... trying to show how much I care. About you coming to visit us. About your son. About... about taking care of him.
Austin: *I watch him closely, smile small and reserved but whole-heartedly genuine. He loves my son so much. He’s got himself worked up about this, worked up about doing so much to make us see that, when it’s already so blindingly evident. He loves Dom, and Dom loves him, and when it comes down to it, that’s all Aureen and I need to know, anyway. It doesn’t hurt that he’s got a stable job, a secure home, and a lovely personality as well.* You’ve shown us your love in abundance. And Aureen and I are both so grateful for it. We’ve said it before but I’ll say it again: you’ve done our Dom a wonderful turn, Billy. And we’re the ones who should be showing you our love and gratitude. I don’t think he could’ve found someone better,
Billy: *I bite my lip, silenced by his words, humbled by them. I mean, I knew Dom’s parents approved of me... Dom’s told me as much about a thousand times since yesterday. I won’t lie and say I didn’t need to hear it that many times, because I did. No matter what he said, I was still insecure about it. But hearing them from Austin’s mouth, hearing him say them and mean them, I...* I don’t know what to say... *I examine the table top for a long moment before looking up at him, needing to make eye contact to show him just how much his words mean to me. I smile timidly.* Thank you. You don’t know how much I needed to hear that.
Austin: I think I do. *I return his smile, glad to see that he seems to have relaxed slightly. It might take a bit of time for him to relax fully, but he’s getting there. We have plenty of time. He’s family now. I stand and walk over to his side of the table, patting him on the shoulder gently.* I should see if Aureen’s up yet. And you should give your young man a talking to. *I grin at him one last time before heading out of the kitchen, up the stairs and back to our bedroom before Dom has time to question me.*
Billy: Oh, I will. *I mutter, standing after Austin’s left the kitchen. Dom was lucky before. I couldn’t fully concentrate my attention on getting back at him, not when I was too nervous about speaking with his father still. But now my mind is free and clear, and I will not be as merciful. I walk out of the kitchen, eyes narrowing as they focus on him, still sitting on the couch.*
Dom: *I'm looking up the stairs after Dad, wondering what he was in such a hurry to do, when I feel another presence enter the room; a very familiar one. I begin to smile, ('such cheek' in a situation such as this, as Mum might say), and turn my head to see my love coming nearer.* Hey, sweetheart, how did things go? *I can't believe I'm doing this; he's going to have it in for me, and I don't blame him. Still, my smile grows inevitably when I see that face.*
Billy: *I grin grimly at him, stepping to the side of the couch, my fingers digging gently into the armrest.* Not very well I’m afraid. You’re father’s turned me off you. He reminded me what an utter wanker you are. *I pick up a couch cushion and begin hitting him with it. He’s getting off easy.* You. Complete. Bastard!
Dom: *I yell and throw my hands up to block his attack, pinching my eyes and feeling the repeated beatings of the pillow as I blindly grapple for it.* Bill!! Billy! *I even begin to laugh, ducking back into the couch and reaching out, finally taking a hold of the pillow and gripping it tight and stopping it between us. I open my eyes and see Billy's angry expression. Well, angry-adorable really... His hands clutch the other end of the pillow forcefully and give it a tug. I tug back, taking it with both hands, wishing very much that he might be inclined to fall in the direction of my tug and find his way into my arms. I make an effort to suppress my smile while pulling on the pillow and speaking to him through apologetically giggles.* Billy, I'm sorry. *He tugs again, shaking a laugh out of me.* I'm sorry! Sweetheart, please, don't- I am a wanker, Bill. But don't turn off about me, okay? *I try to give him a pout, but my smile's somewhat in the way*
Billy: I could kill you! *I rip the pillow from his hands, bopping him over the head one last time before relinquishing the pillow to the floor and dropping back onto the couch, glaring at him from my position in the corner. But my glare is tempered by a small smile. It’s not fair. When I finally have the opportunity to fully whale him with my annoyance, I begin to see the humour of the situation. I hate, hate, hate how that works out.* Do you know what sort of horrible impression I would have made on your father if I had thrown up all over him upon entering the kitchen? Or pissed myself. Not to mention how uncomfortable I would have been in general? *Am I exaggerating? Oh no, I’m not. But it’s a funny idea now, and I can’t help but giggle a bit, striking out a leg and kicking him softly.*
Dom: *I try to nab his foot as it kicks me, but I miss, retrieving my hand to the back of the couch and readjusting myself to face him where I'm seated. He giggles - that sweet sound - and my grin spreads from ear to ear.* Do you know how absolutely gorgeous you are when you're mad at me? *I reply, ignoring his statements and expecting another blow at any second, as much as I meant what I've just said to him.*
Billy: Oh yes? And just how gorgeous do you think I’ll look from your vantage point sleeping on the couch tonight, hmmm? *I raise a deadly eyebrow at him, crossing my arms across my chest. I’m joking... mostly.*
Dom: Depends... *My lips twist with a grin full of most of my cleverness and cheek. He glares at me still, that little laugh pressed to the corner of his mouth and waiting to come out.* ...where will you be sleeping?
Billy: Upstairs. In bed. Door? Locked. *My mouth furrows into a straight line, eyes looking levelly at him, willing him to crumble before I do. It’s the least he can do after putting me through such torture, after all.*
Dom: *His smile is gone, and my brow suddenly bends in worry. I press my hands into the couch cushions and scoot forward, wanting to touch him. But I don't. Not yet. He's only teasing, yeah? I find my smile again, faintly.* I'll put a ladder outside your window and climb up, you know. I'll come in and crawl into bed with you.
Billy: *I match his movements, leaning forward to look him straight in the eyes.* I’ll put bars on the window. *I deadpan, blinking slowly at him.*
Dom: *I freeze, not knowing quite how to respond without being completely ridiculous. He's so close. Can I just hold him now and beg for forgiveness? I don't want to sleep alone on the bloody couch... I want to be with him.* I'll... *I hesitate, searching his eyes as though that will give me some kind of answer.* I'll cry myself to sleep... *I can't believe I just went for sympathy...*
Billy: *My mouth twitches, not out of sympathy, no, never out of sympathy, but at the absolute absurdity of his response. I’m not going to break, though. I will hold. I will stay strong.* Your pillow will get soggy. That won’t be very comfortable. That’s tragic.
Dom: *What? No 'poor Dommie'? My expression fluctuates, and I don't really know how to react. He looks so serious... I mean, I assume that he's not... Not really. But the idea that he could just as easily sleep without me makes me a little jealous. A bit panicky. Though I suppose I deserve it. Oh, yeah, Bill, Dad's going to murder you in the kitchen for catching you shagging me on the couch... I'm such a bastard. My smile slowly dissipates and I reach a hand softly to just touch his knee with my fingertips.* I'm a wanker, Bill... *I raise an eyebrow at him, hoping he might consider taking me back despite the things I put him through.* ...Forgive me?
Billy: *I turn my face away from him, eyes seeking to focus on something, anything that will keep my attention away from him long enough to make a point. Instead my eyes dart around, but I’m assuming it will look like I’m considering it, so that’s alright.* You are a wanker, you’ve got that right. *I answer finally, turning back to look at him, small smile breaking as the game ends.* And I won’t say you don’t deserve to sleep on the couch, because you do, really. But it is November, and the bed would be very cold, now that I’ve grown use to sharing. So perhaps you’d better sleep upstairs with me after all.
Dom: *I watch him, his face lighting one piece at a time with that lovely little smile of his, letting me know that everything's better now. He'll always love me, at the end of the day. And at the thought, my heart grows suddenly and I let my smile trickle back onto my lips, laughing a bit at his cleverness.* As long as I keep you warm, yeah? *I answer softly, grin spreading.* I can be your electric blanket, Bill.
Billy: I have to plug you in first, hmm? *I reach out, tracing his jaw with a curious wayward fingertip, feeling the hint of roughness over his smooth skin.* Do I have to turn you on as well? *My grin grows sneaky and I blink at him, finger tapping his chin once.*
Dom: *Oo, those deadly fingers. They make me blush all over. My grin blooms and I look into his daring eyes; what is he getting at I wonder? I want to laugh, but this stillness feels rather nice.* No. I'm automatic, Bill. *I answer and I look at him cleverly.* Just touch me.
Billy: *I rub his chin between my thumb and forefinger, tipping his chin up a little as my eyes roam over his face.* I think I can manage that. *I murmur, lips tapering down to a smile loving smile. As if I could stay angry at him for long. Was I every angry at him in the first place?*
Dom: *I grin at him, letting him touch me gladly.* Mm...I think it worked... *I speak gradually through my smile, raising a sneaky eyebrow. I watch his lips bend, his happiness returning to his face and filling me up with even more good feelings than I know what to do with. I decide to bottle most of them for later.*
Billy: *Still holding Dom’s chin, I close my eyes and lean in to press my lips to his cheek tenderly, just below his eye, holding my lips there for a long moment.* I’m glad to know I haven’t lost my touch... *I speak against his skin before pulling back, though not far.*
Dom: Mm... *I smile, reaching out to brush his side softly with the backs of my fingers as he kisses me.* I'm glad to know I won't be sleeping on the couch tonight... *I reply with a grin, tempted to laugh again, knowing how hopeful that prospect should still be.*
Billy: You narrowly avoided punishment. I don’t know how you do it, but you managed it somehow. *I sigh, tipping my head to the side as I regard him with vague amusement and obvious affection.* Must be your irresistible charm.
Dom: You're soft for me, Bill... *I say softly, almost advising him with the hint in my voice. Maybe he shouldn't give me so much freedom... who knows what I'm bound to do next? I might be tempted to try...some very risky things with him...*
Billy: Guilty as charged. *I admit with no hint of sheepishness, grinning at him instead and leaning in to nudge our noses together. I’m more than soft, though... I’m gelatinous, complete mush... goo even. And he knows it.*
Dom: And you wonder how I get away with so much... *I smile at him, pressing a bit closer, my nose squishing against his a bit; enough to tempt a laugh from my lips.* You like it when I tease you...
Billy: I tolerate it... *I clarify, rolling my eyes but grinning wider.* Because I know that I’ll get a chance to pay you back... even if I never take it.
Dom: Why... *I press my nose all the way to his, giggling softly as I lose focus and have to close my eyes. I think I know what he'll say, but I'd much rather hear it than think it to myself.*
Billy: Because I’d only be punishing myself if I punished you... and you’re too cute to punish. *I chuckle softly, hand dropping from his face to curl at his waist, stroking his side through the fabric of his shirt.*
Dom: *I'm cute?... My grin broadens uncontrollably, fingers sneaking out to him in reply when I feel him touch me.* What are you going to do with me then? *I ask cheekily, knowing what I'll be doing in a matter of moments, whether or not he decides to do anything at all.*
Billy: *I slide closer on the couch, our legs bumping when I’m as close to him as I can be. I only wish it were closer.* Everything... *I whisper, breath ghosting across his lips, smiling happily as I close my eyes.*
Dom: *My brow rises suddenly, and I can't seem to get the silly smile off my face. His breath is still on me, on my lips, my thoughts cascading. That was slightly intoxicating... My hands slip around his waist.* You know. Bill. *I still can't get rid of that smile.* The highest setting on a electric blanket? I don't know if you're ever actually supposed to use it...
Billy: Why ever not? *I ask curiously, though I’m fairly sure I know the answer.* What’s the highest setting there for if we’re not supposed to use it? *My hands tuck behind his back, holding him close as I tilt my head slightly.* Will it catch on fire?
Dom: *This game has suddenly become very difficult. This game isn't really a game anymore, in fact. It's a race to the death. Kiss Billy now or die. I think...those are the rules, anyway. His words are mouthed right beside my lips, and I feel an internal melting... My body goes limp in an instant and I sigh, leaning into him whispering.* Yes... *Just as I catch his lips with mine in a warm kiss, slowly awaking to his taste. Yes... I have to hold back my smile.*
Billy: *I’d smile if my lips weren’t so utterly devoted to the task of kissing Dom deeply, but I think Dom can probably taste the smile anyway. Here we are, back where we were before Austin came down. A few steps back, actually. But maybe it’s better this way. In fact, I know it is. Delaying it has made this kiss all the more sweet.*
Aureen: *I stretch, sitting up on the guest bed and hearing Austin's footsteps grow softer behind me as he makes his way to the bathroom. Why he felt the need to wake me is any wonder. I look at the clock briefly... Then again - not registering the time. Oh. Is it that late already? I suppose I should get up and make myself presentable once again... I run a hand up to my hair, feeling that it is, quite completely, dishevelled.* Ohh... *I grumble a bit, taking my hand away and looking down to my slippers waiting there beside the bed. Slowly slipping them onto one foot, then the other, I find the strength to stand, using the nightstand a bit to help before I'm able to find my balance. There. I nod, straightening, deciding as I look about the room that I'd quite prefer a spot of tea before I completely decide to wake up. Yes, that does sound about right. I start toward the door, working out the rest of my aches before opening it and heading out into the hallway, quickly covering a yawn.*
Dom: *My smile grows, feeling him reciprocate, and then ebbs again to better take him in, brow dipping with a bit of concentration, then happiness, then concentration. His taste never wears down, no matter how many times I kiss him, it's waiting for me still when the next time comes around. So familiar... So much of what I love about him all at once, I don't want to stay still. I slip my hands slowly around him, mouth catching his lower lip and sucking gently with a soft smile. Yes, Bill... My fiancé...*
Billy: *I hum happily, hands splaying against his back, though I’m quite sure by this time he’s not going to try to get away from him. I’d like to crawl inside his skin and stay there, living in him, breathing with him, day in and day out. What a perfect existence that would be. Living as one, literally. But I can settle for the figurative meaning. I don’t ever want to be any farther away from him than this.*
Dom: *Mmmm, Billy... Doing this has to have some side-effect on my health. His hands pulling me to him, him to me, his lips interlocking with mine in a slow battle. I hum in a sigh, letting the vibrations run through his lip as I hold it between mine, slipping it from my mouth softly and tilting my head, taking his kiss back with a gently open mouth. I want to stay here. Spend every moment like this. Showing him how much he means to me.*
Aureen: *I have to hold the rail as I go down the stairs, still adjusting my eyes, stretching them a bit to see and make sure I don't lose my footing. This takes a lot of concentration when you've not yet had your tea! I wonder if there will be anyone about in case I fall. I just come down off of the last step, watching my feet carefully, and stopping when my ears perk up. Sounds like... someone moving about. Very quietly. Though I suppose it could be a cat. Or a few, by the sounds of it. I look up from the entryway, and then around, into the front room and then away- I do a little double-back, gaze darting toward the couch in the front room. My whole body goes still at the sight. Is that-... And just as I'm feeling my most quiet, a little gasp manages to leap out of me and my hands fly quickly to my mouth.*
Billy: *My hands freeze on his back, fingers entwined lightly in his shirt as I catch that just barely audible noise over the sound of our gentle kissing. No way... not possible. I pull our lips apart with a gentle pop, turning my head slowly towards the stairs. Nothing will ever fail to surprise me ever again.* Hello Mrs. Monaghan...
Dom: *It isn't until Billy's pulled completely away that it even occurs to me that something might be wrong. His voice registers through my ears and I'm suddenly pulled back into the room with a swift jolt, eyes jumping to Mum's presence and exhale stopping at my freshly-kissed lips.* Mum- *My voice sounds breathlessly. I suddenly feel as tense as Billy does against me, and I search for words. This isn't really allowed to happen, you know... In reality. Is it? How many times before Billy decides that kissing me is bad luck? I start, voice breaking, and try again.* Billy and I were just... *Nuzzling, kissing, getting ready for a shag... Oh, brilliant idea, Dom. I shut my mouth on my own sentence.*
Aureen: *My fingers are still pressing firmly to my lips, knowing that as soon as I let go I'll make some kind of sound. I shake my head quickly, hearing both of their voices and quickly getting the notion that they've got to beside themselves in worry. Oh, but they shouldn't be. They really shouldn't be... I shake my head again, only to realise I haven't stopped since I'd begun, and my hand suddenly slips from my lips.* Oh you darlings! *My heart is nearly bursting with happiness; I'd never known them to love like this. They look like they own a world entirely apart from this one. My fingers tangle together suddenly, all of them pressing back to my mouth with a little embarrassment. I feel the blush creep up onto my cheeks as I watch them. Then I nod, start, hesitate, and then finally begin to walk past, letting my hands down and showing them a broad smile as I make my silent exit to the kitchen.*
Billy: *I open my mouth; a small, curious sound pops out. That was certainly easier than with Austin... Of course, if Austin had done what Dom’s mum just did, I would be seriously worried. My arms tighten around him and I bring him closer on reflex, glad we didn’t feel the need to jump apart again. I can only take sudden, violent separation from Dom once a day. Maximum.* What... just happened? *I ask in a soft voice, though I’m fairly sure I know. If Dom and I had a fan club, the president would be Aureen.*
Dom: *My gaze flickers gradually back to Billy and a smile begins on my lips. I feel like...death...has just stared us in the face, ...laughed, ...and walked away. A rush of breath flows out of me, and I suddenly realise how mad I must be for thinking that my Mum would ever disrupt us. And with the thought, I almost begin to laugh at myself. She didn't even... I can't believe how silly... My fingers curl into fabric and I refocus my smile at Bill, instantly losing my train of thought - I can't believe how much I love Billy Boyd... I dip my head down on an impulse and kiss him, pressing our lips together for a moment before pulling back to answer his question with a broad smile.* ...I think we just got my mother's blessing.
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