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silentdescant) wrote2007-09-10 03:41 pm
silentdescant) wrote2007-09-10 03:41 pm
Fic: Dishes
title: Dishes
rating: G
pairing: Billy/Dom
wordcount: 227
summary: Dom doesn't like washing dishes.
disclaimer: none of this is true. although Dom probably doesn't like washing dishes. I mean, who does like that?
a/n: this fic is so pointless. I wrote it... I dunno when, but a while back. probably early this year or something.
“Bil-ly…” Dom whined, drawing out the last syllable.
“What is it, Dom?” Billy asked loudly from the other room.
“I don’t want to wash the dishes,” Dom called back, “Let’s just eat out from now on.”
“Dommeh,” Billy said exasperatedly as he walked into the kitchen. “We tried that in New Zealand, remember?”
“And look how well it worked for us!”
“It didn’t work. You got fed up with leftovers and decided that you wanted to cook for yourself.”
Dom dropped the skillet into the soapy water-filled sink, splashing them both with bubbles.
“Just imagine eating like that again, Dom.”
Dom crossed his arms and scowled at the dirty pots and pans.
“Imagine what your evenings would be like without your grilled salmon and herbs…”
Dom bit his lip.
“…without your special weird cheese lasagna…”
“Oi, you said you liked it.”
“I did!” Billy assured quickly.
“It was an experiment.”
“I know. Can you imagine not cooking or experimenting again?”
“Bil-ly…” Dom said again.
“Are you really going to subject me to leftover Chinese food every other night?” Billy pouted, batting his eyelashes at Dom.
“Oh my god, Bill. Fine. Quit pouting.”
Billy broke into a grin and kissed Dom quickly on the cheek.
“I’ll even wash the dishes for you,” he whispered. He then picked up the dishtowel and flung it at Dom. “But you’re drying.”
rating: G
pairing: Billy/Dom
wordcount: 227
summary: Dom doesn't like washing dishes.
disclaimer: none of this is true. although Dom probably doesn't like washing dishes. I mean, who does like that?
a/n: this fic is so pointless. I wrote it... I dunno when, but a while back. probably early this year or something.
“Bil-ly…” Dom whined, drawing out the last syllable.
“What is it, Dom?” Billy asked loudly from the other room.
“I don’t want to wash the dishes,” Dom called back, “Let’s just eat out from now on.”
“Dommeh,” Billy said exasperatedly as he walked into the kitchen. “We tried that in New Zealand, remember?”
“And look how well it worked for us!”
“It didn’t work. You got fed up with leftovers and decided that you wanted to cook for yourself.”
Dom dropped the skillet into the soapy water-filled sink, splashing them both with bubbles.
“Just imagine eating like that again, Dom.”
Dom crossed his arms and scowled at the dirty pots and pans.
“Imagine what your evenings would be like without your grilled salmon and herbs…”
Dom bit his lip.
“…without your special weird cheese lasagna…”
“Oi, you said you liked it.”
“I did!” Billy assured quickly.
“It was an experiment.”
“I know. Can you imagine not cooking or experimenting again?”
“Bil-ly…” Dom said again.
“Are you really going to subject me to leftover Chinese food every other night?” Billy pouted, batting his eyelashes at Dom.
“Oh my god, Bill. Fine. Quit pouting.”
Billy broke into a grin and kissed Dom quickly on the cheek.
“I’ll even wash the dishes for you,” he whispered. He then picked up the dishtowel and flung it at Dom. “But you’re drying.”