*All I own in this chapter is Reilly and all of her antics…Dom and Billy
are still unfortunately not mine, neither are any of the music artists
mentioned in this chapter…enjoy!*
Chapter 12: Reilly's Green Pillow
Reilly yawned and stretched, then smiled down to wear Dom lay stretched out on the couch, his head in her lap. His face was turned toward the television, where some comedy show she didn't know was on, and he had one hand under his hoodie, rhythmically drumming on his stomach. Why do guys always do that? Reilly wondered to herself. Not that she was minding the view of his hipbones and the tight muscles of his lower abdomen that peeked out where his hoodie had ridden up. She ran her fingers through his tousled hair, and he looked up at her with a little smile. His eyes looked bluer than usual, and she paused to gaze at them for a moment, contemplating whether she liked the blue version better than the green or the grey, and wondering why her own eyes didn't change shades like his did.
"Don't stop," his voice startled her, and she looked at him questioningly. He took her hand and placed it back on his head, rubbing her fingers through his hair. "I like that," he grinned, and she laughed softly and resumed playing with his hair to his contented sigh. She was leaving tomorrow for Christmas break, and not sure how to feel about it. She had already said goodbye to Orli, a few days earlier before he himself left to go visit his mother and sister in Canterbury before he had to begin all the premiers and publicity for the Two Towers in a few days. He had wanted Reilly to go with him, to the Wellington and London premiers, but her flight and plans had been long since set. She had promised to be his date for the New York City premiere, which was set for the day after her 21st birthday, and he had given her a kiss goodbye. It was just a friendly one (he seemed to be a little uncomfortable with his flirtation with her after meeting Tristan)…but all the same, she had felt her heart race as always at his touch.
Looking down at Dom again, she smiled and shook him gently. His eyes, which had begun to close sleepily under her soft touch, snapped back open. "Hey baby, wake up," she whispered. "I think it's time to go to bed." Dom pouted, then sat up and spontaneously hugged her, pulling her tightly against him. Reilly's eyes closed as she leaned against his chest, holding onto him as tight as she could. I never want to let go, she thought to herself as she breathed in the familiar scent of him and rubbed his back gently.
"I don't want to go to bed!" Dom announced as he broke away from her, clicking off the television and switching on the radio. A mixed cd of Reilly's was in the cd player. Dom loved Reilly's mixed cd's, they were so incredibly random. Her taste in music as a whole was extremely eclectic, and she made no move to assign any sort of theme to her cd's…she just threw on whatever she liked, and in no specific order.
"No?" Reilly asked, still sitting cross-legged on the couch. "What do you wanna do?" Dom shrugged, looking antsily around the room. "Dunno. I just have all this energy. I should write thank you cards!" he decided finally. His 26th birthday had been 3 days ago, on the 8th December. It had passed pretty uneventfully, he spent some time with his family, but the real partying would come after the release of the Two Towers. Reilly had given him a white coral shell necklace ("very Cape Cod" she had winked) and he had yet to take it off. He liked wearing something that she considered to be a symbol of her life… it was like a little piece of who she was.
Reilly laughed. "Thank you cards?" she said in disbelief. "You want to write them now? Dom, honey, do I have to teach you what it is to have a December birthday? See, it's fabulous, because you can get away with writing thank you cards for your birthday gifts that double as Christmas cards!" Dom cocked his head to one side and smiled slowly. "That's brilliant! I can't believe I never thought of that!" Reilly shook her head. "Me either," she muttered, amazed that he had gone 26 years without figuring out the December birthday trick. "What was that?" Dom called back as he made his way into the kitchen to get a drink. "And do you want anything?" he added. Reilly slid off the couch and turned up the volume on the cd player. "Nothing!" she yelled back. "And no thanks!" She wandered around the room aimlessly for a moment, then started dancing. Dom came back in and leaned against the wall, watching her amusedly. She was wearing athletically cut maroon sweatpants with a baby blue stripe down the side of each leg, and a tight white t-shirt that said something raunchy about midnight soccer and no penalty for use of hands across the chest in glittery light blue letters. "Abercrombie," she had told him, and he had grinned, "yeah I've heard of it." Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail, but she had tucked the end under as well so it made kind of a loop, but it seemed a little redundant to Dom cause it was all falling out anyway, so the ponytail just looked messy. But then again, maybe it's intentional, he thought to himself, cause it looks cute as hell. He shook his head to himself. Girls. He watched her some more. She was a good dancer. Good at everything, it seemed she was. He found himself wanting to join her as he drank his orange juice.
"5'5" with brown eyes, smile like the sunrise…" Reilly sang along with the cd as she bounced around the room. "Not quite, darling," Dom teased, and Reilly stopped and walked over to him. "Yes…" she replied with a mischievous wink. "5'5" is more like your size, hmm?" Dom made a pretend- mad face. " Hey! I'm 5'7" on a good day! And besides, I'll have you know my height has been an incredible advantage to my career!" Reilly nodded. "Mmm- hmm, I would say so Mr. Brandybuck!" Dom laughed as she grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the wall to dance. He loved dancing with her, she was so…sexy…when they danced. It was like she lost herself in the music and had no reservations. It was fun. She also did this thing, where it was almost like she was watching herself dance…she'd drop her eyes in the general direction of her own feet or hips, a look of pure confidence on her face. It was so hot. She did it now, pulling him close to her so that their hips moved together, then raising her arms and tossing her head, watching herself. Dom grinned. "What?" she caught him watching her, and he shrugged. "Nothin'." She bit her lip and looked back up at him with a mock-wicked look, tugging at the bottom of his hoodie til he raised his arms so she could help him take it off. "Can't dance in that!" she announced. He wore a very well-fitting black tank top underneath, and she momentarily rested her hands against his muscular chest.
Dom laughed as tango music started up. Reilly looked indignant. "This is El Tango de Roxanne from Moulin Rouge! And it's an AWESOME song!" she announced, using Dom's least favorite American word, one that she didn't much care for either. "I know!" Dom replied, "You think that after knowing you I wouldn't recognize El Tango de Roxanne when I heard it?" Reilly grinned as he grabbed her wrist and attempted to lead her in a very improvisational tango. She laughed as he sang along, imitating the narcoleptic Argentinean's voice, and she jumped in with Ewan McGregor's part.
The next song started up and Dom recognized the lead voice as belonging to one of those "sexy-voice bands", as Reilly called them. Lifehouse? Or the Calling? They both sounded the same to Dom, and Reilly got all dreamy over them, claiming that both singers looked like they were 12, but she'd "do them in a heartbeat" (her own words) just cause their voices were so hot. Dom didn't really see it, but he didn't mind the music. The song was slow, and Reilly rested against him, both of them catching their breath. He held her close and she stroked the hair at the back of his neck gently. He could have passed out it felt so good. "So, Miss December- Birthday-Tricks…I'm sorry I'm going to miss yours," he said softly, and felt Reilly shrug against him. "No big deal, I'll be seeing you guys the day after. Besides, it's going to be the typical American 21st birthday party…everyone's gonna buy me drinks and make me do shots, you know…rite of passage, get piss-assed drunk…nothing you haven't already seen from me!" she smiled up at him and he laughed softly. They were quiet a few moments, just enjoying the feeling of being together, and then he spoke again. "You know, Sam doesn't dance with me." Reilly looked up at him incredulously. "Doesn't dance with you?!" she repeated. Dom shook his head. "Nope. She doesn't like to dance." Reilly looked dumbfounded. "Who doesn't like to dance?" she wondered. And how could she not want to dance with Dom? She thought silently to herself. Dom tilted his head, resting his cheek on top of her soft hair, as the singer continued in his sexy voice…
"And how can I stand here with you, and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me, how can it be any better than this?
Cause you're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything
Everything…"
The song ended and the two of them stayed in position for a moment. Dom felt his heart thudding in his chest and was sure Reilly could hear it. She had her eyes closed and kept her arms wrapped around his neck. Slowly, he moved a hand up from around her waist and ran his fingers gently along her jawline, then up and over one eyelid, finally cupping her whole face in his hand and tilting it upward. Her eyes open now, she looked at him with her lips slightly parted and a touch wet, as if she had just licked them. She slid one hand off his shoulder and rested it against his chest, and he could feel his breathing coming more heavily. They stared, unblinking, into eachothers' eyes. Blue, Reilly thought to herself. I like his eyes when they look blue. She moved her other hand to brush some stray hair from his eyes, then slipped it firmly around to the back of his neck as if she intended to pull his face downward…
The knock at the door came loud as a crash of thunder, and startled them both so that Reilly cried out, and they both jumped and tangled themselves up in one another, resulting in a less-than-graceful spill to the floor. The door opened and Billy stood in front of them, eyebrows raised at the scene before him.
"Hi Billy. I think you just about gave me a heart attack there," Reilly greeted him calmly. "Sorry," he replied sheepishly. "I decided to come down tonight as there's supposed to be bad weather tomorrow and I didn't want to be delayed for any of our interviews." Dom nodded. "No problem," he replied. "We were just going to bed." He felt a blush rise in his cheeks as Billy raised his eyebrows higher and started to smile. Reilly looked appalled. "I mean, to sleep. In bed, in 2 different beds!" he said quickly. "Course." Billy replied, looking as if he didn't believe a word of it, and Reilly started to laugh, climbing to her feet and giving Billy a hug. "Don't think for a second this means you're getting my personal guest bed!" she announced, and Billy's eyes widened. "'Tis my bed!" he argued, and Reilly shook her head and pointed to the couch. "That is!" Billy shook his head stubbornly, smiles tugging at both of their lips. "I think I have a cot or something…" Dom started. "NOT IT!" Reilly and Billy screamed at the same time, then erupted in a fit of giggles. "Watch out for that, Ri!" Billy cried, pushing her into Dom and racing up the stairs to the guest bedroom. "No way! Back here you little fucker!" Reilly took off after him, leaving a dumbfounded Dom shaking his head in their wake.
Dom made his way into his guest room to find Billy and Reilly arguing over pillows. "The green one is MINE!" Reilly argued. "You can have BOTH the blue ones!" Billy shook his head. "Uh-uh, I like the green one. It's mine!" Reilly shook her head. "Is not!" "Is too!" "Not!" "Too!" "NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT!" "TOO TOO TOO TOO TOO!" "NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT infinity times 467902!" Dom and Billy both stared at Reilly. "And what the hell was that?!" Billy exploded into laughter, giving up the green pillow to a triumphant looking Reilly. Dom made an exceptionally cute confused face at the situation that elicited an "awwww!" from Reilly, which resulted in him looking even more confused, so that she just about suffocated from too much cuteness, and told him so, before hiding under the covers, the two actors staring at her in disbelief. "So anyway," Dom said with another shake of his head. "What's the verdict? You both sleeping in here?" Billy shrugged. "Well I'm not moving!" he announced. "Me either!" Reilly's muffled voice floated out from beneath the covers. "Ok," Dom shrugged, and walked over to the bed, tugging the covers off of Reilly so that he could her a kiss goodnight. She reached up to hug him, and to his surprise yanked him down on the bed. "Caught ya!" she cried, now with way to much energy, and began tickling him, soon to regret it as she was quickly tag-teamed by the two boys and within seconds begging for mercy.
In the end, that's how they fell asleep, all three of them in the guest bed, Reilly clutching her prized green pillow as the two boys curled up on either side of her.
Chapter 12: Reilly's Green Pillow
Reilly yawned and stretched, then smiled down to wear Dom lay stretched out on the couch, his head in her lap. His face was turned toward the television, where some comedy show she didn't know was on, and he had one hand under his hoodie, rhythmically drumming on his stomach. Why do guys always do that? Reilly wondered to herself. Not that she was minding the view of his hipbones and the tight muscles of his lower abdomen that peeked out where his hoodie had ridden up. She ran her fingers through his tousled hair, and he looked up at her with a little smile. His eyes looked bluer than usual, and she paused to gaze at them for a moment, contemplating whether she liked the blue version better than the green or the grey, and wondering why her own eyes didn't change shades like his did.
"Don't stop," his voice startled her, and she looked at him questioningly. He took her hand and placed it back on his head, rubbing her fingers through his hair. "I like that," he grinned, and she laughed softly and resumed playing with his hair to his contented sigh. She was leaving tomorrow for Christmas break, and not sure how to feel about it. She had already said goodbye to Orli, a few days earlier before he himself left to go visit his mother and sister in Canterbury before he had to begin all the premiers and publicity for the Two Towers in a few days. He had wanted Reilly to go with him, to the Wellington and London premiers, but her flight and plans had been long since set. She had promised to be his date for the New York City premiere, which was set for the day after her 21st birthday, and he had given her a kiss goodbye. It was just a friendly one (he seemed to be a little uncomfortable with his flirtation with her after meeting Tristan)…but all the same, she had felt her heart race as always at his touch.
Looking down at Dom again, she smiled and shook him gently. His eyes, which had begun to close sleepily under her soft touch, snapped back open. "Hey baby, wake up," she whispered. "I think it's time to go to bed." Dom pouted, then sat up and spontaneously hugged her, pulling her tightly against him. Reilly's eyes closed as she leaned against his chest, holding onto him as tight as she could. I never want to let go, she thought to herself as she breathed in the familiar scent of him and rubbed his back gently.
"I don't want to go to bed!" Dom announced as he broke away from her, clicking off the television and switching on the radio. A mixed cd of Reilly's was in the cd player. Dom loved Reilly's mixed cd's, they were so incredibly random. Her taste in music as a whole was extremely eclectic, and she made no move to assign any sort of theme to her cd's…she just threw on whatever she liked, and in no specific order.
"No?" Reilly asked, still sitting cross-legged on the couch. "What do you wanna do?" Dom shrugged, looking antsily around the room. "Dunno. I just have all this energy. I should write thank you cards!" he decided finally. His 26th birthday had been 3 days ago, on the 8th December. It had passed pretty uneventfully, he spent some time with his family, but the real partying would come after the release of the Two Towers. Reilly had given him a white coral shell necklace ("very Cape Cod" she had winked) and he had yet to take it off. He liked wearing something that she considered to be a symbol of her life… it was like a little piece of who she was.
Reilly laughed. "Thank you cards?" she said in disbelief. "You want to write them now? Dom, honey, do I have to teach you what it is to have a December birthday? See, it's fabulous, because you can get away with writing thank you cards for your birthday gifts that double as Christmas cards!" Dom cocked his head to one side and smiled slowly. "That's brilliant! I can't believe I never thought of that!" Reilly shook her head. "Me either," she muttered, amazed that he had gone 26 years without figuring out the December birthday trick. "What was that?" Dom called back as he made his way into the kitchen to get a drink. "And do you want anything?" he added. Reilly slid off the couch and turned up the volume on the cd player. "Nothing!" she yelled back. "And no thanks!" She wandered around the room aimlessly for a moment, then started dancing. Dom came back in and leaned against the wall, watching her amusedly. She was wearing athletically cut maroon sweatpants with a baby blue stripe down the side of each leg, and a tight white t-shirt that said something raunchy about midnight soccer and no penalty for use of hands across the chest in glittery light blue letters. "Abercrombie," she had told him, and he had grinned, "yeah I've heard of it." Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail, but she had tucked the end under as well so it made kind of a loop, but it seemed a little redundant to Dom cause it was all falling out anyway, so the ponytail just looked messy. But then again, maybe it's intentional, he thought to himself, cause it looks cute as hell. He shook his head to himself. Girls. He watched her some more. She was a good dancer. Good at everything, it seemed she was. He found himself wanting to join her as he drank his orange juice.
"5'5" with brown eyes, smile like the sunrise…" Reilly sang along with the cd as she bounced around the room. "Not quite, darling," Dom teased, and Reilly stopped and walked over to him. "Yes…" she replied with a mischievous wink. "5'5" is more like your size, hmm?" Dom made a pretend- mad face. " Hey! I'm 5'7" on a good day! And besides, I'll have you know my height has been an incredible advantage to my career!" Reilly nodded. "Mmm- hmm, I would say so Mr. Brandybuck!" Dom laughed as she grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the wall to dance. He loved dancing with her, she was so…sexy…when they danced. It was like she lost herself in the music and had no reservations. It was fun. She also did this thing, where it was almost like she was watching herself dance…she'd drop her eyes in the general direction of her own feet or hips, a look of pure confidence on her face. It was so hot. She did it now, pulling him close to her so that their hips moved together, then raising her arms and tossing her head, watching herself. Dom grinned. "What?" she caught him watching her, and he shrugged. "Nothin'." She bit her lip and looked back up at him with a mock-wicked look, tugging at the bottom of his hoodie til he raised his arms so she could help him take it off. "Can't dance in that!" she announced. He wore a very well-fitting black tank top underneath, and she momentarily rested her hands against his muscular chest.
Dom laughed as tango music started up. Reilly looked indignant. "This is El Tango de Roxanne from Moulin Rouge! And it's an AWESOME song!" she announced, using Dom's least favorite American word, one that she didn't much care for either. "I know!" Dom replied, "You think that after knowing you I wouldn't recognize El Tango de Roxanne when I heard it?" Reilly grinned as he grabbed her wrist and attempted to lead her in a very improvisational tango. She laughed as he sang along, imitating the narcoleptic Argentinean's voice, and she jumped in with Ewan McGregor's part.
The next song started up and Dom recognized the lead voice as belonging to one of those "sexy-voice bands", as Reilly called them. Lifehouse? Or the Calling? They both sounded the same to Dom, and Reilly got all dreamy over them, claiming that both singers looked like they were 12, but she'd "do them in a heartbeat" (her own words) just cause their voices were so hot. Dom didn't really see it, but he didn't mind the music. The song was slow, and Reilly rested against him, both of them catching their breath. He held her close and she stroked the hair at the back of his neck gently. He could have passed out it felt so good. "So, Miss December- Birthday-Tricks…I'm sorry I'm going to miss yours," he said softly, and felt Reilly shrug against him. "No big deal, I'll be seeing you guys the day after. Besides, it's going to be the typical American 21st birthday party…everyone's gonna buy me drinks and make me do shots, you know…rite of passage, get piss-assed drunk…nothing you haven't already seen from me!" she smiled up at him and he laughed softly. They were quiet a few moments, just enjoying the feeling of being together, and then he spoke again. "You know, Sam doesn't dance with me." Reilly looked up at him incredulously. "Doesn't dance with you?!" she repeated. Dom shook his head. "Nope. She doesn't like to dance." Reilly looked dumbfounded. "Who doesn't like to dance?" she wondered. And how could she not want to dance with Dom? She thought silently to herself. Dom tilted his head, resting his cheek on top of her soft hair, as the singer continued in his sexy voice…
"And how can I stand here with you, and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me, how can it be any better than this?
Cause you're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything
Everything…"
The song ended and the two of them stayed in position for a moment. Dom felt his heart thudding in his chest and was sure Reilly could hear it. She had her eyes closed and kept her arms wrapped around his neck. Slowly, he moved a hand up from around her waist and ran his fingers gently along her jawline, then up and over one eyelid, finally cupping her whole face in his hand and tilting it upward. Her eyes open now, she looked at him with her lips slightly parted and a touch wet, as if she had just licked them. She slid one hand off his shoulder and rested it against his chest, and he could feel his breathing coming more heavily. They stared, unblinking, into eachothers' eyes. Blue, Reilly thought to herself. I like his eyes when they look blue. She moved her other hand to brush some stray hair from his eyes, then slipped it firmly around to the back of his neck as if she intended to pull his face downward…
The knock at the door came loud as a crash of thunder, and startled them both so that Reilly cried out, and they both jumped and tangled themselves up in one another, resulting in a less-than-graceful spill to the floor. The door opened and Billy stood in front of them, eyebrows raised at the scene before him.
"Hi Billy. I think you just about gave me a heart attack there," Reilly greeted him calmly. "Sorry," he replied sheepishly. "I decided to come down tonight as there's supposed to be bad weather tomorrow and I didn't want to be delayed for any of our interviews." Dom nodded. "No problem," he replied. "We were just going to bed." He felt a blush rise in his cheeks as Billy raised his eyebrows higher and started to smile. Reilly looked appalled. "I mean, to sleep. In bed, in 2 different beds!" he said quickly. "Course." Billy replied, looking as if he didn't believe a word of it, and Reilly started to laugh, climbing to her feet and giving Billy a hug. "Don't think for a second this means you're getting my personal guest bed!" she announced, and Billy's eyes widened. "'Tis my bed!" he argued, and Reilly shook her head and pointed to the couch. "That is!" Billy shook his head stubbornly, smiles tugging at both of their lips. "I think I have a cot or something…" Dom started. "NOT IT!" Reilly and Billy screamed at the same time, then erupted in a fit of giggles. "Watch out for that, Ri!" Billy cried, pushing her into Dom and racing up the stairs to the guest bedroom. "No way! Back here you little fucker!" Reilly took off after him, leaving a dumbfounded Dom shaking his head in their wake.
Dom made his way into his guest room to find Billy and Reilly arguing over pillows. "The green one is MINE!" Reilly argued. "You can have BOTH the blue ones!" Billy shook his head. "Uh-uh, I like the green one. It's mine!" Reilly shook her head. "Is not!" "Is too!" "Not!" "Too!" "NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT!" "TOO TOO TOO TOO TOO!" "NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT infinity times 467902!" Dom and Billy both stared at Reilly. "And what the hell was that?!" Billy exploded into laughter, giving up the green pillow to a triumphant looking Reilly. Dom made an exceptionally cute confused face at the situation that elicited an "awwww!" from Reilly, which resulted in him looking even more confused, so that she just about suffocated from too much cuteness, and told him so, before hiding under the covers, the two actors staring at her in disbelief. "So anyway," Dom said with another shake of his head. "What's the verdict? You both sleeping in here?" Billy shrugged. "Well I'm not moving!" he announced. "Me either!" Reilly's muffled voice floated out from beneath the covers. "Ok," Dom shrugged, and walked over to the bed, tugging the covers off of Reilly so that he could her a kiss goodnight. She reached up to hug him, and to his surprise yanked him down on the bed. "Caught ya!" she cried, now with way to much energy, and began tickling him, soon to regret it as she was quickly tag-teamed by the two boys and within seconds begging for mercy.
In the end, that's how they fell asleep, all three of them in the guest bed, Reilly clutching her prized green pillow as the two boys curled up on either side of her.