Improve Your GRE Score with Slash Part V
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monaboyd_monthBeware of coveting. And songfic. Who knew I had a thing for Billy singing Bruce Springsteen?
dulcet: harmonious; mellifluous; melodious
Rated G
"FREE BIRD!" Sean jokes lamely. Elijah laughs.
Billy bites his lip, still deciding. His sparkling eyes narrow on Dom, Dom smiles, and Billy returns it, shifts in the beach chair, and places his fingers carefully. He strums easily, effortlessly. Dom's breath catches, watching deft pale fingers dance.
Viggo smiles wide in recognition, the fire casting shadows on his rugged face.
Billy flicks his tongue over his upper lip, takes a deep breath, and exhales, "Hey little girl, is your daddy home? Did he go away and leave you all alone? I got a bad desire..."
Dom's breath stops.
"Who-o-oa, I'm on fire..."
When some of the blood that's making his heart jump like a 12 year-old girl's has made its way back to his brain, Dom tries to think of words for what he's hearing. How will he describe Billy's voice in his journal later that night? (Or early that morning?) Thick. Rich. Lovely. Sweet. No. None of them will do. He'll be writing with one hand and tearing his hair out with the other.
Billy's eyes close. "Tell me now, baby, is he good to you? Can he do to you the things that I do?" He looks at his bare feet digging in the sand. "I can take you higher.. who-o-oa I'm on fire.."
Next to Dom, Liv is swaying and mouthing along. Dom is completely flushed and feeling like an idiot.
"Sometimes it's like someone took a knife baby edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my soul," and on the word 'soul,' Billy glances up at Dom briefly before his eyes return to the strings. His expression turns incredibly sad and he drawls, "At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet and a freight train running through the middle of my head.. only you can cool my desire.."
Overwhelmed, Dom looks down at his own feet in the sand, suddenly feeling like he's intruding, when really he's the only one who's not.
*Lyrics: "I'm On Fire" by Bruce Springsteen
*****
hirsute: hairy; shaggy
Rated PG-13 for language
Billy's sure he hasn't blinked in at least ten minutes. He can't help it. He's fucking mesmerized. It's gorgeous, he thinks to himself.
Dom has practically melted into the lounge chair on his back porch, completely oblivious and probably half-asleep after his fifth piña colada. There is a fine sheen of sweat on his torso from the sun, a shiny layer of pink spreading over his muddled tan. His head falls a bit more to the left, now completely lax, and although he's wearing sunglasses, Billy can tell that Dom's now more than half-asleep. His hair rustles a bit against the material of the cushion.
Lucky cushion, Billy thinks.
From tip to root, it goes from platinum to yellow to wheat to gold to chestnut to black. It's long and shiny and shaggy and soft and glinting in that sunlight, winking at Billy almost, and he has to touch it. He fucking has to. There isn't any thought involved as his hand shoots out, still cool and a bit damp from being curled around the neck of his half-finished beer, fingertips brushing the shortest locks behind Dom's ear.
Dom smiles, managing to remain completely still as Billy's fingers get a bit more daring, combing gently through the long locks that hang over Dom's sunglasses. "Mmm. That's nice," Dom slurs sleepily.
"Yes it is," Billy answers reverently, pushing all five fingers up into the hair at the side of Dom's head. He tightens his fingers a bit, letting them drift outward slowly, Dom's locks trapped obediently between them. Billy releases the hair and repeats the motion a bit closer to the back of Dom's head where the strands are shorter, darker, and thicker.
Dom lets out a gravelly laugh. "Got a thing for the Charlie hair, do you?"
"Yeah. Think I do." Billy sounds surprised with himself as his fingers creep to the nape of Dom's neck.
Two more pairs by the end of the day! (And I promise at least one is pornographic.)
dulcet: harmonious; mellifluous; melodious
Rated G
"FREE BIRD!" Sean jokes lamely. Elijah laughs.
Billy bites his lip, still deciding. His sparkling eyes narrow on Dom, Dom smiles, and Billy returns it, shifts in the beach chair, and places his fingers carefully. He strums easily, effortlessly. Dom's breath catches, watching deft pale fingers dance.
Viggo smiles wide in recognition, the fire casting shadows on his rugged face.
Billy flicks his tongue over his upper lip, takes a deep breath, and exhales, "Hey little girl, is your daddy home? Did he go away and leave you all alone? I got a bad desire..."
Dom's breath stops.
"Who-o-oa, I'm on fire..."
When some of the blood that's making his heart jump like a 12 year-old girl's has made its way back to his brain, Dom tries to think of words for what he's hearing. How will he describe Billy's voice in his journal later that night? (Or early that morning?) Thick. Rich. Lovely. Sweet. No. None of them will do. He'll be writing with one hand and tearing his hair out with the other.
Billy's eyes close. "Tell me now, baby, is he good to you? Can he do to you the things that I do?" He looks at his bare feet digging in the sand. "I can take you higher.. who-o-oa I'm on fire.."
Next to Dom, Liv is swaying and mouthing along. Dom is completely flushed and feeling like an idiot.
"Sometimes it's like someone took a knife baby edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my soul," and on the word 'soul,' Billy glances up at Dom briefly before his eyes return to the strings. His expression turns incredibly sad and he drawls, "At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet and a freight train running through the middle of my head.. only you can cool my desire.."
Overwhelmed, Dom looks down at his own feet in the sand, suddenly feeling like he's intruding, when really he's the only one who's not.
*Lyrics: "I'm On Fire" by Bruce Springsteen
*****
hirsute: hairy; shaggy
Rated PG-13 for language
Billy's sure he hasn't blinked in at least ten minutes. He can't help it. He's fucking mesmerized. It's gorgeous, he thinks to himself.
Dom has practically melted into the lounge chair on his back porch, completely oblivious and probably half-asleep after his fifth piña colada. There is a fine sheen of sweat on his torso from the sun, a shiny layer of pink spreading over his muddled tan. His head falls a bit more to the left, now completely lax, and although he's wearing sunglasses, Billy can tell that Dom's now more than half-asleep. His hair rustles a bit against the material of the cushion.
Lucky cushion, Billy thinks.
From tip to root, it goes from platinum to yellow to wheat to gold to chestnut to black. It's long and shiny and shaggy and soft and glinting in that sunlight, winking at Billy almost, and he has to touch it. He fucking has to. There isn't any thought involved as his hand shoots out, still cool and a bit damp from being curled around the neck of his half-finished beer, fingertips brushing the shortest locks behind Dom's ear.
Dom smiles, managing to remain completely still as Billy's fingers get a bit more daring, combing gently through the long locks that hang over Dom's sunglasses. "Mmm. That's nice," Dom slurs sleepily.
"Yes it is," Billy answers reverently, pushing all five fingers up into the hair at the side of Dom's head. He tightens his fingers a bit, letting them drift outward slowly, Dom's locks trapped obediently between them. Billy releases the hair and repeats the motion a bit closer to the back of Dom's head where the strands are shorter, darker, and thicker.
Dom lets out a gravelly laugh. "Got a thing for the Charlie hair, do you?"
"Yeah. Think I do." Billy sounds surprised with himself as his fingers creep to the nape of Dom's neck.
Two more pairs by the end of the day! (And I promise at least one is pornographic.)
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Date: 2012-05-18 06:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-18 08:04 pm (UTC)Secondly, thank you for saying so! I have BIG GIANT ISSUES with that song, homg. And yes, the idea of Billy singing it does things to me. Though I guess my songfics never did come across too well. :)