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Title: Maybe
Author: Lily Elena
Pairing: DM/OB
Rating: PG-13
Orlando might regret this later.
He
might roll over in bed tomorrow afternoon, sweat-sticky and tangled in
blankets, and not remember why there's someone else in bed with him -
maybe he won't even remember who it is. Maybe for a little
while he won't care, because he won't think anything of it. After all,
it wouldn't be the first time.
He might stretch then, there in
bed, and he might feel soreness pulling at all of his muscles, and then
tonight might all come rushing back at him. Maybe he'll prop himself up
on one elbow and lean over the other body in the bed and study his face
and feel that sick twinge of sudden hungover remembrance. Maybe he'll
stop breathing for a moment. Maybe he'll stop breathing for two.
Maybe
he'll scramble out of bed and panic a little, watching Dom sleep as
peaceful and easy as Dom always does. Maybe he'll pour himself some
whiskey out of the bottle on the nightstand, pour it into a little
white plastic cup, and slam it down his throat without even tasting it.
Maybe he'll pour himself another and do it all over again.
Maybe
he'll be gone when Dom wakes up. Maybe by the time Dom finally decides
to open his eyes - which might be hours from the time Orlando awakens -
the hotel room will be deserted, not even a hastily-scrawled note to
tell Dom where Orlando's gone to.
Maybe this'll wreck their
friendship forever, and when they all get together days or months or
years from now Dom will remember the way Orlando left and he won't even
look at him. Won't acknowledge him any more than a nod hello and the
occasional pleasantries when they're forced.
Maybe -
Dom
kisses Orlando, harsh and hard and impatient. "Bloody well stop
thinking, would you?" he mutters, one hand tugging at Orlando's zipper,
the other scrambling for the key in Orlando's back pocket.
There is a click, and then the handle turns.
Orlando might regret this later, but he'll take that chance.
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