So remember that silly piece of “everybody lives and is happily macking on the partner of their choice while wearing fancy clothes” fluff I wrote last month? Yeah, it decided it needed an even fluffier epilogue featuring Doug and Dominik and gratuitous smooching. Enjoy.
title: not a single thing
rating: PG-13 for smooching
summary: If he'd known this was a possible outcome, he would have acknowledged his friends' collective hotness ages ago.
As he felt the car bump over the curb and into the driveway, Doug roused himself from the light doze he’d slipped into. Lifting his head from where it rested on top of Renée’s head, he smoothed down her hair and looked around.
“Dom?” he asked, voice slightly fuzzy with sleep.
“We’re home, Doug,” replied Dominik from the front seat. “You conscious, or do I have to carry both of you inside?”
“I’m - ” His answer was cut off by a yawn. “I’m good. Are you sure you’re okay with me crashing here, dude?”
“Of course, Doug.” Dominik turned around in his seat. “I wouldn’t have invited you if it wasn’t okay. And you know you’re always welcome here.”
Doug yawned again. “I really appreciate that, Dom. Just toss me out if I’m overstaying that welcome, ‘kay?”
His friend sighed. “Someday we’ll convince you that we’re telling the truth. And that will be a wonderful day.”
“Sorry,” murmured Doug. “It’s still kind of a new concept to me. Anyway, want some help getting Sleeping Beauty here inside?” He gestured to Minkowski, still asleep on his shoulder.
Dominik nodded and shut off the ignition. Handing Doug the keys, he got out and opened the rear door. “You unlock the front door. I’ll get the girl.” He winked at Doug as he scooped Renée out of the back seat.
“Isn’t that always the way?” sighed Eiffel.
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