A DomLijah Story
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Pursuit of Happiness
Chapter 1 Part 7
It had started out so happily. Ellen stared out the
kitchen window at the driveway where she had arrived
a year ago; to joy and laughter, boundless hopes for the
future, hilarity, pranks ... and a dark fear that grew ...
I seriously considered giving a 'face' to
Ellen here, and looked around the internet
for something appropriate. I also seriously
considered making that face Ellen DeGeneres,
who very much fits my own image of what Ellen
would look like. But in the end, Ellen could
be anyone, even you.
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For those who don't want to read any het:
I will post a * before a paragraph that contains any hint of het sex.
One * = very slight (in this case a kiss),
***** = full on, NC17-type sex.
There will be a ** where it's 'safe' to read again.
“Damn, I’m glad you’re here. Lighe keeps wanting me to help him plan this thing. He wants my input. I’m afraid if I say, well, something like, ‘I like daffodils,’ then we’ll get daffodils, instead of whatever he wants.”
Dom was zipping through the traffic recklessly enough to take Ellen’s breath away. She resolutely took her eyes off the traffic and looked at Dom, beside her.
“Have you told him that?”
“I’ve tried to. He doesn’t seem to get the point.”
“I think, from what he’s told me, that he just wants you to be as excited about this, and as involved in it, as he is.”
“I know. You’ll be happy with however it turns out. And genuinely happy with that. I know.”
“Yes.” Then, “How do you know me so well?”
She grunted. “Because when it comes to loving him, I’m very much like you.”
Dom chewed on that for a minute. Finally he turned toward her briefly and flashed a grin. “I knew that. I just hadn’t thought about it.”
There was a pleasant silence, Ellen laying back and enjoying the scenery, but after a minute Dom mused, "He just always seems to need my approval."
"He's a very social person," Ellen concurred. "I think it hurts him when anyone disapproves. And adaptable enough that he would rather do things the way other people want them done."
"That's exactly," Dom stressed, "why I so much want it to be his way."
Ellen suddenly decided to ask a question that had been bothering her. “Why isn’t Elijah’s mother doing this?”
“Well,” Dom hesitated over his reply. “I don’t really think he wanted her to. In any case she said she didn’t think it would be a good idea.”
“She said she didn’t want to end up forcing her preferences on us.” Again he hesitated. “I don’t think that would happen. She’s not like that.”
Ellen dissented. “It’s wise of her, I think. Elijah would just do whatever she suggested without thinking about whether it was how he really wanted it. That's what you just said you're afraid of yourself.”
“I did, didn't I?” After a moment, “She said she’ll come about a month before and help with details.”
Ellen grunted, then sighed. “I’m not looking forward to meeting her.”
“Oh? Why? She’s a great person.”
“Oh, I’m sure she is.”
“So what’s wrong with meeting her? I think you’ll like her.”
Silence. After a minute Dom persisted. “Why wouldn’t you want to meet her?”
“Because,” Ellen asserted, “I corrupted her little boy.”
Dom laughed at that. At great length. Finally he said, “So did I. And she likes me.”
Ellen grinned wryly. “I suppose that’s true, but it’s still different. If she didn’t know he was gay before he came to New Zealand, I would be really surprised. She should have expected a relationship like yours to happen eventually. This is ... well, it’s different.”
“Really,” Dom said, “she’ll like you.” He found himself in the amazing position of reassuring Ellen. “If I like you, she will. You don’t have anything to worry about.”
Ellen just looked at him, debating whether there was anything more to say about it.
“Actually,” Dom mused, almost to himself, “I’m not sure she did know. Maybe she suspected, but it just wasn’t part of her world.” He paused, looking inward at the past. “It was a long time before I felt comfortable with her. And she still may have some kind of hope that he’ll ‘get over it’ and get married. To a girl.” Again a pause. “But right now, I think she accepts me. She knows that he’s a grown man with his own life to make. And I have a lot of respect for her.”
“And now that you’re doing a commitment ceremony? Does she still think he’ll ‘get over it’?” Before he could answer, she added, “And maybe that’s the real reason she didn’t want to do it?”
“I don’t know, Ellen.” Suddenly he erased his pensive expression, replacing it with a grin. “But I’m not going to worry about it.”
Her thoughts turned from Deborah to the handsome face in front of her; his cocky smile and turned up nose and entrancing eyes. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. He blushed, suddenly remembering being with her. Funny, most of his memories of her had been of her being with Lij. “Ellen ...”
What did he want to ask? Did he really want to ask anything? Suddenly, he pulled the car over and stopped, put it in park and turned to her. But he still hesitated. What question would get him the answer he wanted, needed? What words to use that ... that he could use? He looked at her, collecting his thoughts, and she sat looking back, patiently waiting. Did she know him well enough to understand what he needed?
Finally he found words to start with. “How do you feel about me?”
“Oh.” She hadn’t expected that one. Now he waited patiently while she took her turn searching for the right words. Finally she said, “I think you should know the exact truth, if I can define it.”
She leaned toward him to take his hand. Caressing it, she said, “Would I have ever noticed you if it weren’t for Elijah? Is that what you're asking?" She looked up at his eyes for the answer, and he nodded affirmation.
"I don’t think so. Physically, you aren’t my type. But love is based on a lot of factors. Mostly, I love you for Lij’s sake. Also I think, because you’re almost another aspect of myself, something that I would like to be, maybe. In another lifetime, perhaps. I’m not saying that well. If I woke up tomorrow morning and discovered that I was you, I’d be proud. I love you because you’re intelligent, kind, interesting. Mostly, I love you because you love Elijah. No,” he grinned mischievously, “mostly I love you because, forgive me, you’re so damned sweet!”
Dom was looking at her piercingly. “Mostly,” he parodied her phrasing, “I could say the same thing about you.”
Ellen smiled happily. “Can we do a real kiss?”
He laughed at her. “When did you start asking?”
As they pulled each other close, as their lips tasted each other and their tongues explored, Ellen could feel Dom changing from sweet and lighthearted to fierce and commanding. She felt a stirring in her groin, and remembered how quickly she could go from feeling comfortable with this man to desiring him. She pulled away, pushed him away, “I think,” she started, but it came out as a croak. She cleared her throat and tried again, “I think we shouldn’t do that again unless we’re planning on doing something about it. Soon.”
Dom’s eyes twinkled at her. “Maybe we are,” he said.
Well, that answers one question.