*Don't own Dom, or anything related to him (*
Chapter 3: A Very Merry First Class Flight
Reilly rolled over and blinked her blue eyes heavily against the glaring sunlight spilling in her bay window. "Fuck why don't I ever remember to close the blinds?" she muttered irritably to herself. Propping herself up on one elbow she smiled down at the figure beside her. Oooh so that's why, she thought to herself as she admired the way the early morning sunlight spilled over Tristan's tanned chest. She brushed away the hair that fell in his eyes and put her lips close to his ear. "Wake up sweetie…it's my last day!" she cooed softly. Tristan stirred and muttered, and she wordlessly began kissing the skin behind his ear. He moaned slightly and she moved down to his neck, pulling herself up to straddle him, and continued downward over his collarbone and chest and down his stomach, dropping the lightest of kisses all the way. His eyes were open now, narrow with sleep, and he watched her with his mouth slightly open, breathing steadily. She pulled away the sheet that covered his lower half and tugged gently on the band of his boxer shorts, folding them over enough to place her mouth against the sensitive skin of the lowermost portion of his abdomen. She traced circles there with her tongue and moved her hand up to run it over the muscles in his stomach. Reilly held his breath in anticipation as she moved to bring her mouth lower, and then…
"Reilly!" he yelped in protest as she grinned wickedly and moved her body up so that she could continue tickling him in his most sensitive spot, his left side right beneath his belly button. She laughed as he struggled, grabbing her around her waist and lifting her off of him. He turned to place her on the far side of him, but seeing as he was on the far side…CRASH! "Ow!" Reilly laughed breathlessly as she crashed to her bedroom floor, Tristan beside her. "Well that's what you get, kid!" he replied in a mock tough guy voice. His eyes scanned over her, taking in everything he could as he tried to push back the pain at knowing she was leaving him today. Her long hair was a mess, blondish strands hanging in her eyes, and her little pink cotton shorts and white tank top showed off her deep tan. He reached out one hand to trace her delicate jaw line and lips with his fingers. He trembled a bit, and she gripped his hand with her own. "Oh Tristan," she sighed as she saw the hurt behind his brown eyes. He looked down ashamedly and stammered: "S'nothing Ri, it's just…I mean…" he trailed off momentarily, then looked back up and met her eyes directly. "Are you going to miss me at all Ri? Because I can't imagine a day where I won't be missing you." He looked down at the floor again and Reilly felt her heart breaking. So he knew too. She crawled into his lap and pulled him into her arms, stroking the back of his hair gently. "Yes I will," she answered honestly, and he smiled weakly at her, and then buried his face in her shoulder again.
They both jumped, startled, when Eric Scott's voice came from the hallway. "Ri? I'm leavin now, so…you wanna come out here so I can say goodbye to you?" Giving Tristan a quick kiss, Reilly stood and made her way out to the hallway where her twin brother Eric stood. A hockey player at the University of New Hampshire, Eric had to head back up to school a few days early to discuss recruitment. He shifted a little uncomfortably as he looked down at his sister, avoiding the wide navy eyes that mirrored his own exactly. "Um, well, I hope you have fun…and…um, I'll miss you," he said. Reilly smiled. She and Eric had only recently begun to have even the smallest resemblance of the close relationship that siblings, especially twins, are supposed to have. The two of them simply hadn't been close growing up…Reilly had always been closer to Drew and Kalle. In the end it was Emma, so close to both Eric and Reilly, who helped them to realize how important they were to eachother, and that they should try to be there for eachother. Reilly reached up and put her arms around her tall brother. (hugging was new too…it wasn't a typical Scott family action.) "Thanks Eric. I love you." She said, and he hugged her back. "Love you too, Ri," he said, and then made his way down the stairs. Well there's one goodbye down, Reilly thought to herself. Only a few dozen more to go.
**********(LATER THAT DAY, AT THE AIRPORT)
"Mum, I still can't believe you upgraded my ticket…it really wasn't necessary!" Reilly protested exasperatedly to her mother as they made their way through Logan Airport. "Honey, it's a long flight! First class is the only way to go!" Gracie Scott argued. Reilly rolled her eyes, giving up. "Yeah, yeah, you just didn't want me to wear my Reefs," she grumbled, and glanced down at her black dress sandals. OK, so she actually liked them, but, whatever. Oh her right, Emma laughed. As it turned out, to Reilly's relief, Emma had been the only one to accompany her and her mother to the airport. Kalle and Drew had decided to say goodbye from the Cape, and Reilly had convinced Tristan, Julie and Hannah to do the same. She really wasn't one for big goodbye scenes. Dropping off her luggage, she followed her mother and Emma into a café to await her boarding call.
Across the room, Dominic Monaghan sat drinking a coffee with lots of sugar, and watched the two girls enter and approach the counter. The taller one, dark haired with trendy black framed glasses ordered first and then said something that made the shorter girl to her right laugh and turn to her. Dom's breath caught in his throat as he watched her laugh. "Damn…" he muttered to himself, sipping his coffee. The girl…she wasn't exotic or unbelievably beautiful or anything, but she was very pretty, and her smile was incredible. She looked like one of those typical rich east coast American girls. She was wearing wide leg khaki colored dress pants and a tight white v-neck shirt, with black dress sandals and a mid-thigh length black nylon coat with double- breasted buttons. Her hair was long, caught somewhere between brown and blonde, and parted on the side and pulled into a low ponytail and she had tortoise shell sunglasses on her head. She was also very tan and carried a black carry on bag. Dom found himself wondering where she was going.
Finishing her green tea (made with honey and about 4 sugars), Reilly tossed the cup in the trash and turned to her mother and Emma. "Well this is it," she said. "Let's make it quick, ok? You know I hate this," she kissed her mother quickly on the cheek, then turned to Emma. "No crying, you, cause I will!" she announced, spying the mistiness in her best friend's eyes. Emma nodded. "Spring break, I'll be over!" she smiled, and the two girls hugged tightly and kissed eachother on the cheek With a final wave, Reilly boarded her British Airways flight, pitying poor Emma, who had to make the hour-long (but sure to be longer in rush-hour traffic) drive back to the Cape with her mother.
Reclining in her plush first-class seat, Reilly sighed and looked out the window, willing the plane to start moving. She wasn't good at sitting still and being quiet for long periods of time, and found herself almost wishing she were back in coach, where there were sure to at least be obnoxious babies to make for some interesting commotion. She jumped as a voice beside her startled her.
"Sorry! Didn't mean to frighten you," the voice said. It had a British accent, and she melted, turning to meet a pair of lively green eyes beneath a tousled mess of light brown hair, and a rakish grin. Is rakish a word? Reilly wondered briefly to herself. She wasn't sure, but it certainly seemed to fit this oddly familiar looking stranger who was settling into the seat beside her. She smiled.
"No problem, I was just daydreaming. I'm Reilly Scott," she held out her hand to the guy, and he shook it firmly. "Nice to meet you, Reilly, I'm Dom…" Reilly nodded excitedly, a lightbulb going off in her head. "inic Monaghan!" she finished for him, and he laughed. "Oh please let me play the obsessed fan, just for a minute!" He raised an eyebrow, and nodded for her to continue. "I LOVED Lord of the Rings, it was so wicked! And Merry and Pippin, so cute! And damn, that Legolas, who new they'd know he was supposed to be gorgeous and make him so…" she trailed off as Dom laughed and said: "Orli, yes…he's definitely the favorite…the…what do you say…latest Hollywood Hearthhrob?" Reilly blushed. "Well, I don't know if that's what I would say, but he is hella cute, with the arrows…and the tights…"she blushed harder as he laughed. "But, I mean, not as cute as Merry and Pippin!" she interjected. Dom raised an eyebrow again. "Oh and which do you like better, Merry or Pippin?" he asked. "Hmmm…" Reilly pondered his question teasingly. "Well, Pippin does have that great Scottish accent, so…" she giggled as Dom's jaw dropped incredulously. "Whatever!" he burst out in his best American accent, sending her into a fit of hysterical laughter as the two older people in front of them turned to glare. Dom grinned down at Reilly as the girl pushed a few wayward wisps of hair out of her big blue eyes. "You know, Reilly," he said. "I was dreading this flight, but now I think it might not be so bad." Reilly nodded in agreement and smiled mischieviously. "Why yes, Dominic Monaghan, I think this flight could be very…" Dom's eyes widened and he groaned. "DON'T say it!" Reilly giggled. "Merry?" she whispered, and he couldn't help but laugh at the light in her eyes, as the older couple glared once more and made rude noises in the seat in front of them.
Chapter 3: A Very Merry First Class Flight
Reilly rolled over and blinked her blue eyes heavily against the glaring sunlight spilling in her bay window. "Fuck why don't I ever remember to close the blinds?" she muttered irritably to herself. Propping herself up on one elbow she smiled down at the figure beside her. Oooh so that's why, she thought to herself as she admired the way the early morning sunlight spilled over Tristan's tanned chest. She brushed away the hair that fell in his eyes and put her lips close to his ear. "Wake up sweetie…it's my last day!" she cooed softly. Tristan stirred and muttered, and she wordlessly began kissing the skin behind his ear. He moaned slightly and she moved down to his neck, pulling herself up to straddle him, and continued downward over his collarbone and chest and down his stomach, dropping the lightest of kisses all the way. His eyes were open now, narrow with sleep, and he watched her with his mouth slightly open, breathing steadily. She pulled away the sheet that covered his lower half and tugged gently on the band of his boxer shorts, folding them over enough to place her mouth against the sensitive skin of the lowermost portion of his abdomen. She traced circles there with her tongue and moved her hand up to run it over the muscles in his stomach. Reilly held his breath in anticipation as she moved to bring her mouth lower, and then…
"Reilly!" he yelped in protest as she grinned wickedly and moved her body up so that she could continue tickling him in his most sensitive spot, his left side right beneath his belly button. She laughed as he struggled, grabbing her around her waist and lifting her off of him. He turned to place her on the far side of him, but seeing as he was on the far side…CRASH! "Ow!" Reilly laughed breathlessly as she crashed to her bedroom floor, Tristan beside her. "Well that's what you get, kid!" he replied in a mock tough guy voice. His eyes scanned over her, taking in everything he could as he tried to push back the pain at knowing she was leaving him today. Her long hair was a mess, blondish strands hanging in her eyes, and her little pink cotton shorts and white tank top showed off her deep tan. He reached out one hand to trace her delicate jaw line and lips with his fingers. He trembled a bit, and she gripped his hand with her own. "Oh Tristan," she sighed as she saw the hurt behind his brown eyes. He looked down ashamedly and stammered: "S'nothing Ri, it's just…I mean…" he trailed off momentarily, then looked back up and met her eyes directly. "Are you going to miss me at all Ri? Because I can't imagine a day where I won't be missing you." He looked down at the floor again and Reilly felt her heart breaking. So he knew too. She crawled into his lap and pulled him into her arms, stroking the back of his hair gently. "Yes I will," she answered honestly, and he smiled weakly at her, and then buried his face in her shoulder again.
They both jumped, startled, when Eric Scott's voice came from the hallway. "Ri? I'm leavin now, so…you wanna come out here so I can say goodbye to you?" Giving Tristan a quick kiss, Reilly stood and made her way out to the hallway where her twin brother Eric stood. A hockey player at the University of New Hampshire, Eric had to head back up to school a few days early to discuss recruitment. He shifted a little uncomfortably as he looked down at his sister, avoiding the wide navy eyes that mirrored his own exactly. "Um, well, I hope you have fun…and…um, I'll miss you," he said. Reilly smiled. She and Eric had only recently begun to have even the smallest resemblance of the close relationship that siblings, especially twins, are supposed to have. The two of them simply hadn't been close growing up…Reilly had always been closer to Drew and Kalle. In the end it was Emma, so close to both Eric and Reilly, who helped them to realize how important they were to eachother, and that they should try to be there for eachother. Reilly reached up and put her arms around her tall brother. (hugging was new too…it wasn't a typical Scott family action.) "Thanks Eric. I love you." She said, and he hugged her back. "Love you too, Ri," he said, and then made his way down the stairs. Well there's one goodbye down, Reilly thought to herself. Only a few dozen more to go.
**********(LATER THAT DAY, AT THE AIRPORT)
"Mum, I still can't believe you upgraded my ticket…it really wasn't necessary!" Reilly protested exasperatedly to her mother as they made their way through Logan Airport. "Honey, it's a long flight! First class is the only way to go!" Gracie Scott argued. Reilly rolled her eyes, giving up. "Yeah, yeah, you just didn't want me to wear my Reefs," she grumbled, and glanced down at her black dress sandals. OK, so she actually liked them, but, whatever. Oh her right, Emma laughed. As it turned out, to Reilly's relief, Emma had been the only one to accompany her and her mother to the airport. Kalle and Drew had decided to say goodbye from the Cape, and Reilly had convinced Tristan, Julie and Hannah to do the same. She really wasn't one for big goodbye scenes. Dropping off her luggage, she followed her mother and Emma into a café to await her boarding call.
Across the room, Dominic Monaghan sat drinking a coffee with lots of sugar, and watched the two girls enter and approach the counter. The taller one, dark haired with trendy black framed glasses ordered first and then said something that made the shorter girl to her right laugh and turn to her. Dom's breath caught in his throat as he watched her laugh. "Damn…" he muttered to himself, sipping his coffee. The girl…she wasn't exotic or unbelievably beautiful or anything, but she was very pretty, and her smile was incredible. She looked like one of those typical rich east coast American girls. She was wearing wide leg khaki colored dress pants and a tight white v-neck shirt, with black dress sandals and a mid-thigh length black nylon coat with double- breasted buttons. Her hair was long, caught somewhere between brown and blonde, and parted on the side and pulled into a low ponytail and she had tortoise shell sunglasses on her head. She was also very tan and carried a black carry on bag. Dom found himself wondering where she was going.
Finishing her green tea (made with honey and about 4 sugars), Reilly tossed the cup in the trash and turned to her mother and Emma. "Well this is it," she said. "Let's make it quick, ok? You know I hate this," she kissed her mother quickly on the cheek, then turned to Emma. "No crying, you, cause I will!" she announced, spying the mistiness in her best friend's eyes. Emma nodded. "Spring break, I'll be over!" she smiled, and the two girls hugged tightly and kissed eachother on the cheek With a final wave, Reilly boarded her British Airways flight, pitying poor Emma, who had to make the hour-long (but sure to be longer in rush-hour traffic) drive back to the Cape with her mother.
Reclining in her plush first-class seat, Reilly sighed and looked out the window, willing the plane to start moving. She wasn't good at sitting still and being quiet for long periods of time, and found herself almost wishing she were back in coach, where there were sure to at least be obnoxious babies to make for some interesting commotion. She jumped as a voice beside her startled her.
"Sorry! Didn't mean to frighten you," the voice said. It had a British accent, and she melted, turning to meet a pair of lively green eyes beneath a tousled mess of light brown hair, and a rakish grin. Is rakish a word? Reilly wondered briefly to herself. She wasn't sure, but it certainly seemed to fit this oddly familiar looking stranger who was settling into the seat beside her. She smiled.
"No problem, I was just daydreaming. I'm Reilly Scott," she held out her hand to the guy, and he shook it firmly. "Nice to meet you, Reilly, I'm Dom…" Reilly nodded excitedly, a lightbulb going off in her head. "inic Monaghan!" she finished for him, and he laughed. "Oh please let me play the obsessed fan, just for a minute!" He raised an eyebrow, and nodded for her to continue. "I LOVED Lord of the Rings, it was so wicked! And Merry and Pippin, so cute! And damn, that Legolas, who new they'd know he was supposed to be gorgeous and make him so…" she trailed off as Dom laughed and said: "Orli, yes…he's definitely the favorite…the…what do you say…latest Hollywood Hearthhrob?" Reilly blushed. "Well, I don't know if that's what I would say, but he is hella cute, with the arrows…and the tights…"she blushed harder as he laughed. "But, I mean, not as cute as Merry and Pippin!" she interjected. Dom raised an eyebrow again. "Oh and which do you like better, Merry or Pippin?" he asked. "Hmmm…" Reilly pondered his question teasingly. "Well, Pippin does have that great Scottish accent, so…" she giggled as Dom's jaw dropped incredulously. "Whatever!" he burst out in his best American accent, sending her into a fit of hysterical laughter as the two older people in front of them turned to glare. Dom grinned down at Reilly as the girl pushed a few wayward wisps of hair out of her big blue eyes. "You know, Reilly," he said. "I was dreading this flight, but now I think it might not be so bad." Reilly nodded in agreement and smiled mischieviously. "Why yes, Dominic Monaghan, I think this flight could be very…" Dom's eyes widened and he groaned. "DON'T say it!" Reilly giggled. "Merry?" she whispered, and he couldn't help but laugh at the light in her eyes, as the older couple glared once more and made rude noises in the seat in front of them.