All the Time

100 words :: LotRiPS :: Dom/Elijah :: 2/18/05
The paint on Dom’s nails is chipped and stands out starkly against Elijah’s pale skin, the same colour as the marker he’s using to trace the outline of his hand on Elijah’s back.


Elijah’s arm hangs over the edge of the bed, ash from his fag dropping down into the carefully positioned ashtray on the floor. He brings it to his lips and takes a long drag, letting out a contented hum as Dom shifts on top of him.

The paint on Dom’s nails is chipped and stands out starkly against Elijah’s pale skin, the same colour as the marker he’s using to trace the outline of his hand on Elijah’s back. “Now you’ll have my hands on you all the time,” he says. Elijah hums again and Dom grins, pleased with himself.