Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not know, nor am I in any way affiliated with Dominic Monaghan. This story is a sheer fabrication of my mind.
Summer Storm
My eyes stare blankly while the scenery passes by, making the tropical atmosphere seem like one big blur. Warm wind from the open car window tousles my hair, as I sit slumped in the passenger’s side seat. I kicked off my flip-flops a few moments earlier, and now my bare feet are curled up beneath me.
Tentatively, I sneak a look at my boyfriend, gauging his facial expression. Dom is ever attentive to the road, his blue eyes not even wavering in my direction. And, deep inside of me, I am furious.
I flew all the way down to Hawaii at his insistence; Dom claimed he had an entire week off from filming Lost, and he wanted to spend it with me on this island. Well, too bad the instant I got here, work related issues kept popping up. First, it was a mandatory meeting for all the actors, then a get together at Matthew Fox’s that Dom just had to attend, rounding it up was yesterday….a day that I spent the entirety of locked up in Dom’s place, as he ran around the island on a fool’s errand for one of the producers.
Now, I’ll say this, I know Dom is committed to his work, and I admire that. Yet, when I fly who knows how many miles to see him, maybe I would like some quality time! Honestly, I don’t think I’m being selfish in the least.
And so, we just spent the past half hour arguing until Dom abruptly decided it was time to leave the beach. We are now headed back to his island place, the car winding up the mountain road. The air that flows inside the vehicle is stifling hot, and the sky is black with rapidly approaching rain clouds. I hope we make it home before the storm hits.
Startled, I jump in my seat when the radio suddenly begins to blare out. My head whips to the side, and I shoot a death glare at Dom.
“Could we have some peace and quiet, just for once?” I hiss.
With a stubborn snort, Dom only turns the music up louder, and then has the audacity to sing along. Of all the pig-headed men! I swear, I just outta….
I don’t necessarily have time to finish my thoughts because the car makes a strange lurching movement, and I watch Dom swiftly guide it to the side of the road, where we coast to a stop.
“What is going on?” I question sharply, as I feel the first sprinkles of rain hit the arm I have dangling out the window.
“Car just killed,” Dom mumbles, jumping from the vehicle and popping the hood to take a look.
Grumbling expletives under my breath, I pray that it is a minor problem, something Dom can handle. I really don’t want to be stuck out here in Hawaiian wilderness with only the most ornery man on the planet to keep me company.
And, seemingly just to spite me, nature decides to let go one hell of a bitch fit and pour out rain with the most furious force imaginable. I frantically roll up my window, managing to shield myself from the downpour. An instant later, Dom flails his body inside the car, slamming the door behind him.
Looking over, I see he was not as fortunate as I, and is now soaking wet. His white t-shirt is plastered across his chest, his hair is tangled about and falling into his eyes. Beads of moisture drip from his lips and eyelashes, and a tiny part of me thinks just how hot he looks all wet. But, it is only a tiny part, and my irritation overrules.
“What’s wrong?” I snap, demanding his attention.
“I don’t bloody know,” Dom exclaims, turning his head to glare, storm clouds just as powerful dancing in his eyes, “It’s not my fault, though, so don’t go screaming at me.”
“I didn’t scream,” I say haughtily, but shut my mouth when I see he is dialing out on his cell phone.
We sit in silence for a few minutes, before Dom throws the phone into the backseat with a rage.
“That’s just marvelous,” he rants sarcastically, “No service!”
Frantically, I dig about in my purse, fishing my own cell out. My spirits fall when I see that I, too, have no service. Of all the times! I bet it is this powerful storm interfering with technology.
“What are we going to do?” I mutter to myself, feeling quite dejected. The only answer I receive from Dom is when he pushes himself up and proceeds to crawl between the seats to get to the back of the car.
“What the hell?” I call out, ducking just in time so Dom won’t clock me upside the head as he pulls his stupid hobbit foot over.
“I’m going to get as far away from you as possible,” Dom calls out in an incredibly immature fashion to which I promptly stick out my tongue like a bratty child.
We sit in the car in silence, the moments ticking by as slowly as possible. My ears suddenly become like that of a wild beast, able to pick up the quietest sounds imaginable. And, all those sounds come from Dom, in the backseat.
Swish…him moving around on the seat…Crinkle…him playing with an old fast food wrapper…Tap…him hitting his fingertips against the window….Swish…him moving about on the seat, again!
“Can you hold still for one second?” I bellow out, unable to handle it a moment more.
My head jerks about when I hear the car door slam, and see that Dom has gone out to face the elements rather than sit through the torture of my sharp tongue. I feel bad for just a moment, until I remind myself of the horrid way he has basically ignored me the entire time I’ve been in Hawaii. Hmph, he deserves this.
Shifting in the seat, I find my back is aching in the confined space. Hesitantly, I sneak a peek to the back of the car, its huge area inviting me to stretch out. Well, if Dom is going to mope outside, I see no reason why I shouldn’t take advantage of the more comfortable area. Pitching my body, I land in the rear of the vehicle and settle down. I bite my lip to keep from sighing when Dom climbs back into the car.
“What are you doing back here?” he asks in an accusatory tone.
“It’s a free country!” I snap back.
“Well, stay on your side of the car!” Dom yells, slumping down in the seat.
Oh God, we’re turning into children. Next thing, we will be drawing a line down the center of the vehicle, demanding that neither crosses to the other’s side. And, I feel terribly sad that it has come to this, as the thunder crashes loudly about us. I thought this was going to be a relaxing vacation, I thought I was going to actually have Dom all to myself for once. For goodness sake, we haven’t even had the time to make love yet!
Glancing towards him, I see he is still sulking. I want to be the bigger person and apologize, but the air in the car is stifling, the heat keeping my anger alive. Deciding the best course of action is to step outside and let the rain wash over my skin, I do just that.
Lifting my face to the sky, the rain pours down, icy needles of moisture across my flesh. As the water courses over me, soaking through my clothes and plastering my hair against my head, I feel all my rage falling from me, all my irritation disappearing. I am in Hawaii with the man I love, why am I keeping up this petty, childish fighting?
Just as I am about to climb into the car, the thunder crashes and a bolt of lightening strikes somewhere near. A scream of fear escapes my mouth, as I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist and haul me inside.
“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Dom yelps into my ear, his tone no longer annoyed, but filled with fear. I try to move, but I find myself held in an iron grip against his chest.
“You just scared me half to death,” he whispers, and from the way I feel his heart beating in his chest, I know he speaks the truth.
“I’m sorry,” I reply in a quiet tone, as Dom finally allows me to turn and gaze into his eyes, “And, not just for this, either. I’m sorry for everything…I shouldn’t have acted like a bitch earlier, it was immature of me.”
Dom’s eyes flicker across my face, and suddenly I feel his hand upon my cheek, “No, I’m the one who should be apologizing. Our time together is so limited, I should have told everyone else to sod off and spent every second with you.”
A tiny smile crosses my lips, and a huge answering grin appears on Dom’s dear face. Happily, I catapult myself into his arms, knocking him back on the seat in my exuberance. Dom gazes up at me, pushing some wet hair back from my forehead.
“I love you,” he says sincerely.
Pent up emotion explodes from my body, as I lean in and press a kiss to his lips. Hungrily, Dom kisses me back, as our mouths slide together again and again. When I feel his tongue run over mine, I let out a low moan of excitement. It has been a really long time.
Heat is radiating between our bodies, even if we are both practically soaking wet from the rain. Maneuvering around in the cramped vehicle, Dom manages to sit me up and peel my t-shirt off my body. He studies my tan skin, his fingertips sliding over the moist surface, and I can see the desire burning in his eyes.
Not to be left out, I reach forward and pull his own shirt off. Moving forward by leaning on my hands, I run my tongue from his bellybutton to the center of his chest, tasting him, licking up the clean rain. Dom makes a strange sound, and I would giggle if I weren’t so otherwise occupied.
Pushing his back against the side of the vehicle, I continue to flick my tongue about his body, lingering over the pulse point in his neck, and happily focusing on that delicious freckle which resides there.
The rain outside is slamming against the vehicle, making a cozy pitter patter noise against the roof. The windows are washed clean, and I notice with a funny little grin that they are starting to steam up.
Meanwhile, Dom’s hands move along my back, grabbing hold of the tie on my bikini top and quickly undoing it. He yanks it away from me, and then I feel his fingers on my breasts. A grateful moan resonates from my throat, as Dom fills his hands with me. He kneads and massages the sensitive skin there, and I feel the all-familiar tension rising inside of me. The rings on his fingers are cold against my burning flesh.
With a naughty smile, I jerk away, leaving his hands empty, and his lips pouty. Dom opens his mouth to say something, then, after assessing the look on my face decides better of it. He knows if he just waits a moment, he’ll get everything he wants.
Climbing atop his lap, I sit up straight, working my fingers through the wet, unruly hair atop his head. Sensually, I massage his scalp, listening in satisfaction, as his breathing grows heavier. Yet, with a feigned calm that I know he does not feel inside, Dom lowers his blonde head and fastens his mouth around my nipple. His tongue rolls about on it, rough, and causing me to squirm with delight.
Glancing up at me quickly, he whispers, “You’re so perfect.”
And, then his mouth switches to my other breast, and I sort of lose my grip on things. He has his way with me for a long while before I decide it is time to regain control of the situation.
My fingers make quick work of ridding him of his swim trunks, and then my eyes are finally allowed to take in every inch of his body. A little thrill runs through me, as I see in his gaze how much he wants me, how much he loves me. I am one lucky woman.
Crawling forward like a cat, I begin to lick and kiss Dom’s stomach, as he squirms beneath me. I continue on and on, ever ignoring the one part of him that is practically begging for the attention of my tongue. Just as I’m wondering how much more of this he can take, I hear his voice.
“Please,” Dom pleads hoarsely, “Please, baby.”
Looking him directly in the eyes, I lick my lips and move down. Quickly, I take the whole of him into my mouth, feeling a power surge inside of me when I hear his loud moan. I let my tongue flick across him, then swirl it around and around. His hips rise up to meet my motions, pushing him further inside my mouth. And, when I feel his fingers curl into my hair, pulling tightly on my head, a moan of my own escapes, resonating around him.
I continue to tease him for a long while, until he is whimpering my name and thrashing around on the seat. That is when I slowly release him, sitting up straight and gracing him with my most wicked smile. Dom’s eyes blink open, holding a glazed over look, as his arms reach for me.
“I have to fuck you right now,” he growls into my ear, as he smashes me against his chest, my breasts moving along his hot skin.
And, since there is nothing else I want more in the entire world, I don’t utter a sound of protest when he rips off my bikini bottom. His fingers seek out my heat, and I moan when he slips two of them inside of me. Letting my head drop down to his shoulder, my breathing comes out in a ragged little hitch, as he pushes in and out, making me want to scream aloud my need for him.
“Enough,” I whimper, trying to pull his arm away, but to no avail. Dom keeps the movement of his fingers steady, until I can’t hold it back anymore. An orgasm comes crashing around me, and I feel my whole body shaking as I scream his name.
When I am at last still, I look at Dom’s face and see a proud smile resting on his lips. I kiss him heavily, wiping off the smirk and reminding him that he has been ignoring his little request from earlier.
Slowly, I feel his fingers creep to my hips, gripping the tender flesh there, then lifting me slightly. Dom positions me over his hardness, and I lower myself upon him, taking it all in. Gasping aloud as the sensation hits me, I can’t believe how I had gone so long without this, without being so close to him.
As I rock back and forth, Dom grabs at my breasts, flicking his thumbs across my nipples. And, a fire roars through my body, blazing out of control as errant heat flows along my skin. My eyelids slam shut, as all I can concentrate on is my body moving over his, the little sounds of passion escaping his lips. Everything about this moment feels perfect.
Surprisingly, I feel my second orgasm approaching just as rapidly as my first did, and my nails bite into Dom’s strong shoulders. My muscles clamp around him, as I scream his name aloud, my body completely under his control.
Roughly, Dom grabs my hips and pushes my back down against the car seat, slamming into me a few times before he comes himself, calling out hoarsely and gripping my body tightly.
We lie in silence for long minutes, trying to give ourselves a chance to breathe normally again. When Dom is, at last, able to move, he pushes himself up and gazes down at me, a million emotions sparkling in his blue eyes.
“I hope that made up for the horrible way I’ve treated you the past three days,” he states somberly.
And, unable to help myself, I smile, a teasing glint in my eyes.
“Well, it was a good start.”