Roxanne
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,678
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
His hand upon your hand
Series: Roxanne
Chapter: 2
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: NC-17
Summary: not bloody likely
Warning: fucking, angst, slash, ya know, the usual. Oh, and this is a first person account.
Disclaimer: If I had my way, Billy Boyd would be my husband and Dominic Monaghan would be my love slave. *sigh* alas I do not know or own either of them or anyone else mentioned in this fic. To the best of my knowledge, this never fucking happened. kay?
Acknowledgements: Daisy and Emily as always
Reviews are always appreciated.
His hand upon your hand*
Billy’s POV
He comes out of the bathroom that he went into about a half-hour ago with some blonde guy, and my heart starts hurting. They’re holding hands. The guy asks Dom a question in his ear and Dom points to our group. The guy smiles and nods as if he is understanding something then gives Dom a parting kiss on the cheek and pushes him towards us. I donnow,now, but I think I see the guy actually wink at me.
I find myself looking at the floor with teary eyes before my dance partner lifts my head so I meet those bright blue eyes with my own green ones.
“Oh Bills,” he sighs in his American accent. “I’m so sorry.” He pulls me into a tight embrace and I let my tears and the music take over, realizing I’m sobbing as I dance. Elijah just dances with me and I feel terrible for him. He always comes to these clubs to be able to be with Karl in a way that he feels he can’t be on set. I never fully understand why they don’t just tell everybody, but hey, that’s their business. I know because Orli and I once walked in on them in a “compromising” position.
*Karl’s wrists tied to the bedposts as Elijah rides him into oblivion. Head thrown back and chanting Karl’s name like a prayer.*
when we confronted Lij about it an hour later, he made us swear not to tell anyone. And we agreed, but it was such a hard secret to keep from Dom. I wanted to tell Dom anything and everything, but I couldn’t tell him this. Or the small, little, insignificant fact that I’m falling desperately for him. Elijah knows because he found me crying my eyes out the day that Dom brought some seedy blonde back to the hobbit hole. He asked me “who died?” and I found myself telling him everything. He’s a great friend, who is wise way beyond his years and he told me that I should tell Dom. I told Elijah that I’d tell Dom, soon.
That was a month ago.
Now that attraction was playing hell on my nerves and eating away at my mind.
TBC… I promise that the upcoming chapters are much longer. I swear!
Chapter: 2
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: NC-17
Summary: not bloody likely
Warning: fucking, angst, slash, ya know, the usual. Oh, and this is a first person account.
Disclaimer: If I had my way, Billy Boyd would be my husband and Dominic Monaghan would be my love slave. *sigh* alas I do not know or own either of them or anyone else mentioned in this fic. To the best of my knowledge, this never fucking happened. kay?
Acknowledgements: Daisy and Emily as always
Reviews are always appreciated.
His hand upon your hand*
Billy’s POV
He comes out of the bathroom that he went into about a half-hour ago with some blonde guy, and my heart starts hurting. They’re holding hands. The guy asks Dom a question in his ear and Dom points to our group. The guy smiles and nods as if he is understanding something then gives Dom a parting kiss on the cheek and pushes him towards us. I donnow,now, but I think I see the guy actually wink at me.
I find myself looking at the floor with teary eyes before my dance partner lifts my head so I meet those bright blue eyes with my own green ones.
“Oh Bills,” he sighs in his American accent. “I’m so sorry.” He pulls me into a tight embrace and I let my tears and the music take over, realizing I’m sobbing as I dance. Elijah just dances with me and I feel terrible for him. He always comes to these clubs to be able to be with Karl in a way that he feels he can’t be on set. I never fully understand why they don’t just tell everybody, but hey, that’s their business. I know because Orli and I once walked in on them in a “compromising” position.
*Karl’s wrists tied to the bedposts as Elijah rides him into oblivion. Head thrown back and chanting Karl’s name like a prayer.*
when we confronted Lij about it an hour later, he made us swear not to tell anyone. And we agreed, but it was such a hard secret to keep from Dom. I wanted to tell Dom anything and everything, but I couldn’t tell him this. Or the small, little, insignificant fact that I’m falling desperately for him. Elijah knows because he found me crying my eyes out the day that Dom brought some seedy blonde back to the hobbit hole. He asked me “who died?” and I found myself telling him everything. He’s a great friend, who is wise way beyond his years and he told me that I should tell Dom. I told Elijah that I’d tell Dom, soon.
That was a month ago.
Now that attraction was playing hell on my nerves and eating away at my mind.
TBC… I promise that the upcoming chapters are much longer. I swear!