Constant Billy
Beag air Bheag (Little by Little)
Author: Ghost in the Mist Archive: If you preserve the formatting, sure. Ask first, please. Summary: Sean started something with Billy he didn't finish, and Billy can't forget it. When the mother of Sean's daughter, Katie, dies, father and daughter fall into a deep depression And then comes Constant Billy... Rating: NC-17 - hard R for graphic sex Pairings: Sean Bean/Billy Boyd, my OTP! Feedback: review on the board, please Characters: Katie, Sean's daughter, is an OC, as is her mother, as well as Penny, her mate, and Penny's parents. Cameos of Sean's family. Beta: The Awesome Ginger Hobbit, who also Brit-picked it for me. She also writes great slash, too! Author Notes: Romantic, porny and shmoopadelic, with generous helpings of humor and Scottish Gaelic, which I pray is done well enough; it's a difficult second language! Disclaimer: All lies, it's fiction, meaning it never happened. I make no money from this. I own nothing but the plot and a vivid imagination.
Title:Constant Billy
Constant Billy
by
Ghost in the Mist
Part one
Beag air Bheag
(Little by Little)
"Why did you do that?"
"I honestly don’t know."
"You’re drunk."
"I am, yes; but that has nothing to do with it."
"Are you going to do it again?"
"Did you like it?"
Deafening silence…
"Well, if you didn’t like it, then, no, I won’t do it again."
"Wait! Don’t go."
"Then you did like it?"
"I thought you could tell."
"Actually I could tell. I just wanted to hear you say you liked it."
"Bastard. All right! I liked it."
"Come here," in a husky whiskey-voice.
"Oh…"
"How was that?"
"M-m-m-m-m…"
"You’re trembling."
"I haven’t done anything like this in a long time."
"Neither have I."
"Why are you doing it now?"
"I honestly don’t know. I shouldn’t have. I went too far. I don’t want either of us hurt. I’m sorry. I’m really very sorry. Goodnight, Billy."
"But… but… wait! You don’t have to, you don’t… you can stay!"
"Thanks for saying so. And I’m not just saying that, I really am flattered, I really do appreciate you saying so. But I can’t. And I shouldn’t. It wouldn’t be fair to you. I’m sorry, really I am, but I’m not going to use you. You deserve better than that. Good night, see you tomorrow."
"But… but… all right. Good night."
Three years later the tantalizing memory still haunted him. The promise of what might have been ached somewhere inside him, spoke to him of something wonderful which danced just out of reach, something which perhaps he still might be able to touch, to hold the way a child might catch the brilliance of an autumnal leaf in his palm. It was past time to do something about it. He packed a few things, loaded them into his car and headed south.
"And just what do you think you’re going to do when you get there?" Billy asked himself, "Just how are you going to handle this?"
Then, answering himself, he said "Beag air bheag, Billy, beag air bheag."