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Title: The Morning After The Night Before
Pairing: Dom/Viggo
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The title says all you need to know.
Beta: The lovely philomel
Feedback: *begs*
Disclaimer: Not real.
Warnings: Mild Angst, anything else depends on your interpretation of the fic.
Notes: Written for lotrpschallenge - Challenge 36 - A Second in Time .
The Morning After The Night Before.
There is a moment before wakefulness is achieved in which the mind and the body are at peace. Soft, warm and comforting - no harsh reminders of the night before or the dull grind of day to day life exist. The mind swims in an ethereal haze, wrapped in the cotton wool of the dreamscape in which nothing is compelled to make sense and reality is far away.
But then….
Eyes fly stark wide open and a harsh breath is drawn in and held as, in the first second of true alertness, memories of the night before flash across Dom’s mind.
Too much alcohol and too long spent apart, turning joking flirtation into the promise of something more. A cab ride home, the air between them charged with tension as darkened eyes exchange looks in silence. The first meeting of mouth on mouth leading, too quickly, to the sweat-slick glide of skin on skin. Whispered words exchanged on the verge of sleep and now this - waking to the feel of breath humid-hot on his neck, an arm draped across his chest, a naked body pressed close against his. The warmth of another person in his bed after so many nights spent alone.
Time seems to stretch into something gossamer-thin yet unbreakable, as fear grips him. A cold sweat seeps from his pores and panic prickles its way up the back of his neck as he tries to stop himself from giving into his desire to flee and not look back. If he were waking up in anyone else’s arms right now, he would already be half way to the door, muttering promises to call. But this time it’s different. This is the sum of all he has wanted for so long finally adding up and, he prays to whatever deity controls the universe to make this one second last a lifetime. Make this man sleeping beside him, nuzzled in close by his side into a Sleeping Beauty for the new millennium, never to be woken by a prince’s kiss. He wants to stay as he is now, in a place where he can forget how much he hates L.A. and its phones that never ring, forget the roles in films destined for the bargain bin that he has taken because he needs to eat, forget the hurt of being so far away from those whose help he needs in order to fight off the black cloud of depression that has threatened to overwhelm him. Stay here, warm and safe and wanted.
But the gods are not on his side. Time has to move on and the world has to keep on spinning. And as the alarm clock on the bedside table springs into life, its jangling call pulling Viggo awake, one last thought crosses Dom’s mind.
He hopes that Billy will understand.
Pairing: Dom/Viggo
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The title says all you need to know.
Beta: The lovely philomel
Feedback: *begs*
Disclaimer: Not real.
Warnings: Mild Angst, anything else depends on your interpretation of the fic.
Notes: Written for lotrpschallenge - Challenge 36 - A Second in Time .
The Morning After The Night Before.
There is a moment before wakefulness is achieved in which the mind and the body are at peace. Soft, warm and comforting - no harsh reminders of the night before or the dull grind of day to day life exist. The mind swims in an ethereal haze, wrapped in the cotton wool of the dreamscape in which nothing is compelled to make sense and reality is far away.
But then….
Eyes fly stark wide open and a harsh breath is drawn in and held as, in the first second of true alertness, memories of the night before flash across Dom’s mind.
Too much alcohol and too long spent apart, turning joking flirtation into the promise of something more. A cab ride home, the air between them charged with tension as darkened eyes exchange looks in silence. The first meeting of mouth on mouth leading, too quickly, to the sweat-slick glide of skin on skin. Whispered words exchanged on the verge of sleep and now this - waking to the feel of breath humid-hot on his neck, an arm draped across his chest, a naked body pressed close against his. The warmth of another person in his bed after so many nights spent alone.
Time seems to stretch into something gossamer-thin yet unbreakable, as fear grips him. A cold sweat seeps from his pores and panic prickles its way up the back of his neck as he tries to stop himself from giving into his desire to flee and not look back. If he were waking up in anyone else’s arms right now, he would already be half way to the door, muttering promises to call. But this time it’s different. This is the sum of all he has wanted for so long finally adding up and, he prays to whatever deity controls the universe to make this one second last a lifetime. Make this man sleeping beside him, nuzzled in close by his side into a Sleeping Beauty for the new millennium, never to be woken by a prince’s kiss. He wants to stay as he is now, in a place where he can forget how much he hates L.A. and its phones that never ring, forget the roles in films destined for the bargain bin that he has taken because he needs to eat, forget the hurt of being so far away from those whose help he needs in order to fight off the black cloud of depression that has threatened to overwhelm him. Stay here, warm and safe and wanted.
But the gods are not on his side. Time has to move on and the world has to keep on spinning. And as the alarm clock on the bedside table springs into life, its jangling call pulling Viggo awake, one last thought crosses Dom’s mind.
He hopes that Billy will understand.