*I still own nothing but Ri… I have no idea what Dom's home is like, and
this is of course my interpretation of what I think his personality is
like…feel free to agree or disagree, please R/R!*
Chapter 5: Christian Who?
"Dominic Monaghan, you stop it RIGHT NOW!" Reilly gasped breathlessly for air through her laughter and tried to simultaneously wipe away the tears streaming down her face and shove Dom off her. She succeeded in neither, as Dom continued his merciless tickle attack on the backs of her knees. "You…little…fucker!" she gasped, rolling momentarily out of his grasp and successfully tumbling off the couch in the process. Laughing, he jumped down after her, snatching her around her waist and brought her back to him. She quickly tucked her knees up under her chin, wrapping her arms around them and hiding her face. "What is THAT?" Dom laughed at her position. "Mercy mercy mercy!" she cried, her voice muffled. "Well…alright," Dom agreed. "Truce?" he asked, holding his arms out to her. She nodded, and stepped into his hug…and then she saw it, over his shoulder. Her half-empty water bottle, cap off, sitting an arms-length away from her on an end table. She couldn't resist. She grabbed the bottle, flipped it upside down, stuck it in his pocket…and RAN! "Oooooh Ri, you just asked for it!" Dom yelled, looking down at the water dripping from his pants in an oh-so- strategic area, and running after her.
It had been just under a month since Reilly and Dom met on the flight to London, and since that first night when Dom had called her at her dorm, the two of them had been as inseparable as possible, what with her studying hard and he getting ready for the premiere of "the Two Towers" in a few months. They were together at every free moment, and had fast become the closest of friends. Dom had managed to ease all of Reilly's fears and reservations, and had become the one person is London she knew she could completely trust and go to with anything. And in Reilly Dom had found quite an amazing girl. He had always had many girls as friends, but Reilly was different. He was fiercely protective of her, almost like an older brother, and he turned to her when he needed the comfort that only a friend of the opposite sex could give. Yes, friend. Reilly and Dom never discussed the mutual attraction that they had initially felt for eachother. To Dom it just seemed that she wasn't interested in him like that…and plus, he was well aware of her relationship with Tristan. And so the two of them settled into a comfortable platonic relationship. Of course when they went out, people assumed they were a couple. It's easy to see why, the two of them were never so happy as when they were together, and they were both extremely flirtatious by nature, and plus, they looked damn cute together. But that wasn't the case…they were friends. And they were both fine with that.
"HaHa! GOTCHA!" Reilly shrieked as Dom caught her on her way up the stairs, scooping her into his arms and lifting her like she was a baby. Running back toward the living room, he slipped in a puddle created by his own dripping, um, pants, and they crashed, laughing, to the floor. Dom went for the backs of her knees again, but this time Reilly was ready. Dom groaned as he received her elbow in his stomach, and then lunged at her once more. He grabbed her knee, and as reflex will have it, was rewarded with her foot in his face. "Uhhhh," he groaned again, and fell back, just as the door opened.
"Um…hi, Dom…" Orlando Bloom took in the sight before him with a purely bewildered look on his face. Immediately inside the door, in a puddle on the floor, was a very wet Dom, one hand holding his stomach, the other his cheek. He glared with one eye at the very cute girl beside him, who sat up, putting on her best innocent face. Orlando stared. She was wearing black fleece pajama pants and a fitted little light blue fleece zip- up jacket. Her goldish-brown hair was pulled into a very messy bun, and pale strands spilled out framing her flushed cheeks and glittering dark blue eyes. He was a bit speechless. "Owwwww…" Dom moaned pitifully from his position on the floor. The girl snapped her head in his direction. "Oh don't even…you completely got yourself into that one!" She glared back at him for as long as possible before she caved and crawled over to him, putting her arm around his shoulders and cupping his face in her hand. "But let me see…are you ok?" Dom shook his head and pouted, and she laughed and gave him a hug. "You'll be ok, lets go get some ice and you can introduce me to your friend…" she pulled Dom to his feet and turned to face Orlando, her eyes widening slightly. "Um, Legolas… oh my God…I mean…oh shit…hi…um…" her already flushed cheeks were now flaming as Dom and Orlando cracked up. "I'm Reilly," she finished lamely, holding out the hand that wasn't gripping Dom's for Orlando to shake. Still laughing he pulled her over and gave her a hug. "Nice to meet you, Reilly. Dom never shuts up about you," he replied. Reilly turned to Dom, slightly surprised that she had become a topic of conversation amongst a circle of the latest up-and-coming Hollywood stars. Dom nodded. "Yup," he said. "I told him all about how much you like his tights…and his, um, arrows." Reilly's jaw dropped as the two Englishmen laughed at her expense some more. She raised an eyebrow in Dom's direction. "You were saying you were hurt, mmmhmmm," she began strutting away. Dom caught her arm and turned his eyes on her once again. "Nooo! Reilly don't leave me like this!" he cried, and she couldn't help laughing. Orlando agreed. "Yes Reilly, he needs you to take care of him, you know." Riley smiled up at the gorgeous actor and melted as he winked one of his intensely dark eyes at her. "That he does," she agreed as she and Orlando both grinned at a still pouty Dom.
"So what are we up to on this beautiful English morning? Orli man, it's fuckin brilliant to see you!" Dom said once they were settled in the kitchen, Reilly inspecting the damage her knee had done. "You too, mate, you too. I feel like I've been out of touch with everyone lately. We need to all get together sometime soon, maybe talk about that time share some more," Orlando replied, gazing out at the pouring rain. "What ARE we going to do today?" he muttered. "Don't you just love it Ri, how it rains on all your weekends?" Reilly smiled at Orlando's immediate use of her nickname, not noticing the slightly confused face Dom made at it. "It's alright…I wanted to experience the real London, so…" Orlando laughed. "That you are then," he sighed, then perked up. "Well, we could just watch a movie or something? I haven't just kicked back in a while." Reilly's eyes lit up. "A movie? You mean like…" Dom groaned in anticipation for what he knew was coming. "MOULIN ROUGE!!!!" Reilly exclaimed. Orlando looked quizzically at Dom, who shrugged helplessly. "I think I've watched it 14 time with her in the past month. The girl has an obsession…and its not you!" Orlando laughed. "Well, I like Moulin Rouge," he agreed, and felt pleased with the 100 watt smile he received from Reilly in return.
A couple hours later the three of them sat on the couch, Reilly between the two actors, curled up against Dom. She was softly humming "Come What May" and smiled when she heard Orlando softly doing the same. "That is the best movie in the world," she sighed. Dom cleared his throat. "Well, I mean, the best movie in the world other than any movie that the esteemed Dominic Monaghan or any of his friends are in," she corrected herself automatically. Sighing again, she stated. "I would so marry Christian." Dom glanced down. "Oh would you *so* marry him? And why's that?" he teased, imitating her American slang. Reilly stuck her tongue out at him. "He's just so sweet, and romantic. Such a dreamer. And that he would do anything for love, it's just so beautiful." Orlando smiled over at the stars in her eyes. "Plus he's gorgeous," she added, her faraway gaze disappearing. "Tall, dark, handsome…and he has an accent…and he's been in a war movie, which is definitely sexy…" Reilly trailed off as she realized that her description of Ewan McGregor clearly depicted another tall, dark and handsome British actor…only this one sat on her left. "Um…" she cleared her throat and tried to think of something to say, but failed miserably and felt her cheeks burning to match Orlando's own blushing. Still laying against Dom she felt his laughter and glared as he muttered in perfect imitation of her speech, "Oh I would *so* marry Christian…I mean…Ewan…I mean…Orli…I mean…who's Christian?"
Chapter 5: Christian Who?
"Dominic Monaghan, you stop it RIGHT NOW!" Reilly gasped breathlessly for air through her laughter and tried to simultaneously wipe away the tears streaming down her face and shove Dom off her. She succeeded in neither, as Dom continued his merciless tickle attack on the backs of her knees. "You…little…fucker!" she gasped, rolling momentarily out of his grasp and successfully tumbling off the couch in the process. Laughing, he jumped down after her, snatching her around her waist and brought her back to him. She quickly tucked her knees up under her chin, wrapping her arms around them and hiding her face. "What is THAT?" Dom laughed at her position. "Mercy mercy mercy!" she cried, her voice muffled. "Well…alright," Dom agreed. "Truce?" he asked, holding his arms out to her. She nodded, and stepped into his hug…and then she saw it, over his shoulder. Her half-empty water bottle, cap off, sitting an arms-length away from her on an end table. She couldn't resist. She grabbed the bottle, flipped it upside down, stuck it in his pocket…and RAN! "Oooooh Ri, you just asked for it!" Dom yelled, looking down at the water dripping from his pants in an oh-so- strategic area, and running after her.
It had been just under a month since Reilly and Dom met on the flight to London, and since that first night when Dom had called her at her dorm, the two of them had been as inseparable as possible, what with her studying hard and he getting ready for the premiere of "the Two Towers" in a few months. They were together at every free moment, and had fast become the closest of friends. Dom had managed to ease all of Reilly's fears and reservations, and had become the one person is London she knew she could completely trust and go to with anything. And in Reilly Dom had found quite an amazing girl. He had always had many girls as friends, but Reilly was different. He was fiercely protective of her, almost like an older brother, and he turned to her when he needed the comfort that only a friend of the opposite sex could give. Yes, friend. Reilly and Dom never discussed the mutual attraction that they had initially felt for eachother. To Dom it just seemed that she wasn't interested in him like that…and plus, he was well aware of her relationship with Tristan. And so the two of them settled into a comfortable platonic relationship. Of course when they went out, people assumed they were a couple. It's easy to see why, the two of them were never so happy as when they were together, and they were both extremely flirtatious by nature, and plus, they looked damn cute together. But that wasn't the case…they were friends. And they were both fine with that.
"HaHa! GOTCHA!" Reilly shrieked as Dom caught her on her way up the stairs, scooping her into his arms and lifting her like she was a baby. Running back toward the living room, he slipped in a puddle created by his own dripping, um, pants, and they crashed, laughing, to the floor. Dom went for the backs of her knees again, but this time Reilly was ready. Dom groaned as he received her elbow in his stomach, and then lunged at her once more. He grabbed her knee, and as reflex will have it, was rewarded with her foot in his face. "Uhhhh," he groaned again, and fell back, just as the door opened.
"Um…hi, Dom…" Orlando Bloom took in the sight before him with a purely bewildered look on his face. Immediately inside the door, in a puddle on the floor, was a very wet Dom, one hand holding his stomach, the other his cheek. He glared with one eye at the very cute girl beside him, who sat up, putting on her best innocent face. Orlando stared. She was wearing black fleece pajama pants and a fitted little light blue fleece zip- up jacket. Her goldish-brown hair was pulled into a very messy bun, and pale strands spilled out framing her flushed cheeks and glittering dark blue eyes. He was a bit speechless. "Owwwww…" Dom moaned pitifully from his position on the floor. The girl snapped her head in his direction. "Oh don't even…you completely got yourself into that one!" She glared back at him for as long as possible before she caved and crawled over to him, putting her arm around his shoulders and cupping his face in her hand. "But let me see…are you ok?" Dom shook his head and pouted, and she laughed and gave him a hug. "You'll be ok, lets go get some ice and you can introduce me to your friend…" she pulled Dom to his feet and turned to face Orlando, her eyes widening slightly. "Um, Legolas… oh my God…I mean…oh shit…hi…um…" her already flushed cheeks were now flaming as Dom and Orlando cracked up. "I'm Reilly," she finished lamely, holding out the hand that wasn't gripping Dom's for Orlando to shake. Still laughing he pulled her over and gave her a hug. "Nice to meet you, Reilly. Dom never shuts up about you," he replied. Reilly turned to Dom, slightly surprised that she had become a topic of conversation amongst a circle of the latest up-and-coming Hollywood stars. Dom nodded. "Yup," he said. "I told him all about how much you like his tights…and his, um, arrows." Reilly's jaw dropped as the two Englishmen laughed at her expense some more. She raised an eyebrow in Dom's direction. "You were saying you were hurt, mmmhmmm," she began strutting away. Dom caught her arm and turned his eyes on her once again. "Nooo! Reilly don't leave me like this!" he cried, and she couldn't help laughing. Orlando agreed. "Yes Reilly, he needs you to take care of him, you know." Riley smiled up at the gorgeous actor and melted as he winked one of his intensely dark eyes at her. "That he does," she agreed as she and Orlando both grinned at a still pouty Dom.
"So what are we up to on this beautiful English morning? Orli man, it's fuckin brilliant to see you!" Dom said once they were settled in the kitchen, Reilly inspecting the damage her knee had done. "You too, mate, you too. I feel like I've been out of touch with everyone lately. We need to all get together sometime soon, maybe talk about that time share some more," Orlando replied, gazing out at the pouring rain. "What ARE we going to do today?" he muttered. "Don't you just love it Ri, how it rains on all your weekends?" Reilly smiled at Orlando's immediate use of her nickname, not noticing the slightly confused face Dom made at it. "It's alright…I wanted to experience the real London, so…" Orlando laughed. "That you are then," he sighed, then perked up. "Well, we could just watch a movie or something? I haven't just kicked back in a while." Reilly's eyes lit up. "A movie? You mean like…" Dom groaned in anticipation for what he knew was coming. "MOULIN ROUGE!!!!" Reilly exclaimed. Orlando looked quizzically at Dom, who shrugged helplessly. "I think I've watched it 14 time with her in the past month. The girl has an obsession…and its not you!" Orlando laughed. "Well, I like Moulin Rouge," he agreed, and felt pleased with the 100 watt smile he received from Reilly in return.
A couple hours later the three of them sat on the couch, Reilly between the two actors, curled up against Dom. She was softly humming "Come What May" and smiled when she heard Orlando softly doing the same. "That is the best movie in the world," she sighed. Dom cleared his throat. "Well, I mean, the best movie in the world other than any movie that the esteemed Dominic Monaghan or any of his friends are in," she corrected herself automatically. Sighing again, she stated. "I would so marry Christian." Dom glanced down. "Oh would you *so* marry him? And why's that?" he teased, imitating her American slang. Reilly stuck her tongue out at him. "He's just so sweet, and romantic. Such a dreamer. And that he would do anything for love, it's just so beautiful." Orlando smiled over at the stars in her eyes. "Plus he's gorgeous," she added, her faraway gaze disappearing. "Tall, dark, handsome…and he has an accent…and he's been in a war movie, which is definitely sexy…" Reilly trailed off as she realized that her description of Ewan McGregor clearly depicted another tall, dark and handsome British actor…only this one sat on her left. "Um…" she cleared her throat and tried to think of something to say, but failed miserably and felt her cheeks burning to match Orlando's own blushing. Still laying against Dom she felt his laughter and glared as he muttered in perfect imitation of her speech, "Oh I would *so* marry Christian…I mean…Ewan…I mean…Orli…I mean…who's Christian?"