Shadow II
Author: la_gatita
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: PG
Warning: mpreg
Word Count: 175
Summary: Billy's not feeling well.
Disclaimer: This is surely and with out a doubt not true.
Feedback: I burn, I pine, I perish for it!
Author's Note: Some one with an icon with the lyrics to Shadow inspired this a long time ago.
Billy was currently doing something immensely unsexy; he was getting sick at the toilet. Dom kneeled behind him nevertheless and rubbed his back soothingly. When the convulsions had lessened to just little post-regurgitation shivers, Dom brought Billy the mouthwash. Billy swirled it around for a few seconds, but spit it out quickly and keeled over again. He didn't throw up, but Dom thought maybe he should buy a different flavor of mouthwash in case this became a common occurrence. After Dom had poured a cup of cool water from the tap, he sat down behind Billy. Billy rocked down from the balls of his feet until his bottom was situated comfortably between Dom's thighs. Dom stroked the firm curve of Billy's belly in an attempt to help it steady.
"Oh Bills, it's all my fault," Dom whispered.
"What is, my love?" Billy asked concerned.
"I'm the reason you feel sick in the morning."
Billy clasped his own hand over Dom's where it rested over their baby, nestled deep within Billy's belly, "It's no fault, Dommie."
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: PG
Warning: mpreg
Word Count: 175
Summary: Billy's not feeling well.
Disclaimer: This is surely and with out a doubt not true.
Feedback: I burn, I pine, I perish for it!
Author's Note: Some one with an icon with the lyrics to Shadow inspired this a long time ago.
Billy was currently doing something immensely unsexy; he was getting sick at the toilet. Dom kneeled behind him nevertheless and rubbed his back soothingly. When the convulsions had lessened to just little post-regurgitation shivers, Dom brought Billy the mouthwash. Billy swirled it around for a few seconds, but spit it out quickly and keeled over again. He didn't throw up, but Dom thought maybe he should buy a different flavor of mouthwash in case this became a common occurrence. After Dom had poured a cup of cool water from the tap, he sat down behind Billy. Billy rocked down from the balls of his feet until his bottom was situated comfortably between Dom's thighs. Dom stroked the firm curve of Billy's belly in an attempt to help it steady.
"Oh Bills, it's all my fault," Dom whispered.
"What is, my love?" Billy asked concerned.
"I'm the reason you feel sick in the morning."
Billy clasped his own hand over Dom's where it rested over their baby, nestled deep within Billy's belly, "It's no fault, Dommie."