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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,681
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.
It's More Than I Can Stand
Series: Roxanne
Chapter: 4
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.
*It’s More Than I Can Stand*
Dom’s POV
I walk slowly and surely up to Lij and Billy. Meeting Lij’s eyes over Billy’s shoulder. They take on a hardened glint as if to say ‘you fuck up buddy’. I nod my head in reply. When I reach them both I finally speak to Lij as I slip his arms from Billy’s waist.
“I’ll take it from here Lij,” I say as I put my arms around Billy. “Go dance with Karl.” Lij looks surprised for a second before smiling warmly and nodding.
I come as c to to Billy as is possible and take his hands in mine, wrapping both of our arms around his body. I kiss his neck and whisper into his ear, “I’m so sorry Bills. I had no idea.” He stiffens for a second, and I can feel the leftovers of his tears in his breathing. He’s panting shallowly and trying to remove his hand from mine to wipe his tears away. I keep holding his hands as I spin him around, so he faces me.
My breath hitches in my throat.
He’s been crying hard, his beautiful face is red and puffy and his eyes are bloodshot. There are still tears coming slowly from his eyes. He’s been crying and he still looks beautiful, magnificent, and amazing.
I feel my own eyes start to water as I bring my hand to his face to wipe his tears away. His breath is still coming in strangled pants and I can’t believe that I caused this pain. I grasp the side of his face with my hand and stroke his cheek slowly with my thumb.
Then my eyes drift over his face, settling is pis perfect, gorgeous, lips.
Oh lord, that should be a crime.
His lips are bright red and swollen from crying. They look like pure sin. He looks like he’s been kissing someone for a long time. Suddenly, every fiber of my being is screaming for me to kiss those lips. Never to be one that goes against my own wishes, I let my hand wander to the nape of Billy’s neck, threading my fingers through the soft strands there, I lean in and claim those lips that have haunted my dreams and my waking world. He responds almost immediately, pushing his soft pliable lips against my chapped ones. His arms come around my waist and settle low on my hips. I move as close to him as I possibly can and I give myself to him, mind, body, and soul. He’d already had my mind, but now I was giving over my body and soul, and I prayed that his bitterness, anger, and jealousy would be used shortly, although, if he had been the one fucking lots of other people, I would indeed have been slow to forgive. I yielded easily, my nights of fantasy coming true and when he trailed the seam of my lips with his tongue, I opened them in acceptance. Sighing out my happiness as I cling to him like he is a life vessel, letting him know that the decision was his.
Chapter: 4
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.
*It’s More Than I Can Stand*
Dom’s POV
I walk slowly and surely up to Lij and Billy. Meeting Lij’s eyes over Billy’s shoulder. They take on a hardened glint as if to say ‘you fuck up buddy’. I nod my head in reply. When I reach them both I finally speak to Lij as I slip his arms from Billy’s waist.
“I’ll take it from here Lij,” I say as I put my arms around Billy. “Go dance with Karl.” Lij looks surprised for a second before smiling warmly and nodding.
I come as c to to Billy as is possible and take his hands in mine, wrapping both of our arms around his body. I kiss his neck and whisper into his ear, “I’m so sorry Bills. I had no idea.” He stiffens for a second, and I can feel the leftovers of his tears in his breathing. He’s panting shallowly and trying to remove his hand from mine to wipe his tears away. I keep holding his hands as I spin him around, so he faces me.
My breath hitches in my throat.
He’s been crying hard, his beautiful face is red and puffy and his eyes are bloodshot. There are still tears coming slowly from his eyes. He’s been crying and he still looks beautiful, magnificent, and amazing.
I feel my own eyes start to water as I bring my hand to his face to wipe his tears away. His breath is still coming in strangled pants and I can’t believe that I caused this pain. I grasp the side of his face with my hand and stroke his cheek slowly with my thumb.
Then my eyes drift over his face, settling is pis perfect, gorgeous, lips.
Oh lord, that should be a crime.
His lips are bright red and swollen from crying. They look like pure sin. He looks like he’s been kissing someone for a long time. Suddenly, every fiber of my being is screaming for me to kiss those lips. Never to be one that goes against my own wishes, I let my hand wander to the nape of Billy’s neck, threading my fingers through the soft strands there, I lean in and claim those lips that have haunted my dreams and my waking world. He responds almost immediately, pushing his soft pliable lips against my chapped ones. His arms come around my waist and settle low on my hips. I move as close to him as I possibly can and I give myself to him, mind, body, and soul. He’d already had my mind, but now I was giving over my body and soul, and I prayed that his bitterness, anger, and jealousy would be used shortly, although, if he had been the one fucking lots of other people, I would indeed have been slow to forgive. I yielded easily, my nights of fantasy coming true and when he trailed the seam of my lips with his tongue, I opened them in acceptance. Sighing out my happiness as I cling to him like he is a life vessel, letting him know that the decision was his.