He was more honest with himself than the Duke had been, and realised immediately that the loneliness and the emptiness he felt was caused by the Duke... Elijah.... not being there. He had not brought Dom his cup of tea that night, nor had he climbed into bed next to him, and slept like a baby, his bright blue eyes still shining through half-open lids.
Dom had watched him by the light of the guttering candle on the last night they had spent with Ned. Nothing could have been more beautiful than the candlelight on his skin, or the slight sheen of sweat on his upper lip. Dom had longed to kiss that mouth - the urge was so strong that he had to muster all his self command to remain on his side of the bed.
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Date: 2006-12-12 03:17 am (UTC)Dom had watched him by the light of the guttering candle on the last night they had spent with Ned. Nothing could have been more beautiful than the candlelight on his skin, or the slight sheen of sweat on his upper lip. Dom had longed to kiss that mouth - the urge was so strong that he had to muster all his self command to remain on his side of the bed.
*sigh* So beautifully written. Thank you, Issi.