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sunshine_173) wrote2011-12-15 11:32 pm
sunshine_173) wrote2011-12-15 11:32 pm
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10 Days of Drabble: Snowflakes On A Waiting Tongue
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sunshine_173
rating: G
pairing: Belldom
summary: One out of ten drabbles I will be posting daily till Christmas day.
feedback: I wants it, my precious.
disclaimer: I think if I owned Muse, you would know about it. They're a bit famous so I doubt it'd be something easily hidden.
warning: nada
note: :D break starts tomorrow. three more finals. im so pumped omg.
I’ve always been amazed at how beautiful he is; golden hair framing his face like a perfect halo, fair and clear skin, eyes the color of a thundercloud.
Even standing here from the window of my house, I can count the small speckling of freckles across the bridge of his nose and the individual eyelashes fanning across his high cheekbones as he raises his face to the sky to catch a snowflake on his pink tongue. His full lips curled into a sideways grin when he partially opened his left eye, a devious stare glinting back at me.
I returned a smile and leaned my head against the frame of the window, pulling the fleece blanket tighter around my body, the material soft against my naked skin. I continued to watch him as he began to twirl, arms out and palms up.
My smile widened as I fully took in his attire. He was dressed in black boxers with green cartoon dinosaurs on them, the bolded phrase “I have a BONEr” scrawled across his arse, an oversized brown coat that engulfed his frame, and large, winter boots, his legs bare and covered in goose bumps.
I adored that boy. Always had, ever since I ran into him – quite literally – while leaving a local hole-in-the-wall bookstore, a small stack of novels falling out of his large hands and his wide, starry eyes looking down at me as I kneeled to pick them up. He had just turned nineteen at the time, myself twenty-six, and the instant our eyes met I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk away from him without his name.
That was four years ago, though, and today’s his birthday.
I rapped my knuckles on the windowpane, my worry of him getting sick outweighing my enjoyment of watching him sway in the falling white. He whipped his head around, his eyes bright and his hair wet, dark blonde strands clinging to his face as he breathed out a laugh. The snow continued to fall, harder now, melting the moment it landed on his red nose. The sun hid behind the clouds and I beckoned him inside with a backwards tilt of my head.
He grinned, jogging the short distance to the door where I met him with a kiss on his cold lips. He threw me a smile as he shimmied his coat off and hung it on the hook of the metal coat hanger.
His back was bare to me and I admired the flexing of his muscles as he moved. I reached out a hand and traced two fingers down from the base of his neck and I smirked when he shivered, his skin warm beneath mine despite having been outside for nearly half an hour. The tips of my fingers outlined the bumps of his spin and I pressed the pad of my thumb into the dent at the bottom right of his spine, wrapping my fingers around his hipbone. I took a step forward and placed my other hand flat across his chest.
I pushed him back into me, the beating of his heart vibrating against my palm. I rested my chin on his shoulder and kissed the crook of his neck, smiling when I felt him rest his own hand atop mine. The blank was hanging halfway off of me, only held up by our two bodies pressed together.
I whispered his name and he tilted his head downwards towards me, a quiet “hmm?” coming from his throat.
“Thank you, dear.”
He let out a small, surprised laugh. “What for?”
I moved to let my arm leave its place at his hip and instead wrap around his waist. I hugged him against me and buried my face in his hair, inhaling the scent of snow and winter and warmth.
I sighed and whispered against the skin of his neck, “For being in this relationship with me…”
His hand tightened on mine as I lingered on the last syllable, the weight of the words hanging precariously on the tip of my tongue causing my heart to thrum.
“…For caring for me, and understanding that I needed time to tell you… that I love you.”
sunshine_173rating: G
pairing: Belldom
summary: One out of ten drabbles I will be posting daily till Christmas day.
feedback: I wants it, my precious.
disclaimer: I think if I owned Muse, you would know about it. They're a bit famous so I doubt it'd be something easily hidden.
warning: nada
note: :D break starts tomorrow. three more finals. im so pumped omg.
I’ve always been amazed at how beautiful he is; golden hair framing his face like a perfect halo, fair and clear skin, eyes the color of a thundercloud.
Even standing here from the window of my house, I can count the small speckling of freckles across the bridge of his nose and the individual eyelashes fanning across his high cheekbones as he raises his face to the sky to catch a snowflake on his pink tongue. His full lips curled into a sideways grin when he partially opened his left eye, a devious stare glinting back at me.
I returned a smile and leaned my head against the frame of the window, pulling the fleece blanket tighter around my body, the material soft against my naked skin. I continued to watch him as he began to twirl, arms out and palms up.
My smile widened as I fully took in his attire. He was dressed in black boxers with green cartoon dinosaurs on them, the bolded phrase “I have a BONEr” scrawled across his arse, an oversized brown coat that engulfed his frame, and large, winter boots, his legs bare and covered in goose bumps.
I adored that boy. Always had, ever since I ran into him – quite literally – while leaving a local hole-in-the-wall bookstore, a small stack of novels falling out of his large hands and his wide, starry eyes looking down at me as I kneeled to pick them up. He had just turned nineteen at the time, myself twenty-six, and the instant our eyes met I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk away from him without his name.
That was four years ago, though, and today’s his birthday.
I rapped my knuckles on the windowpane, my worry of him getting sick outweighing my enjoyment of watching him sway in the falling white. He whipped his head around, his eyes bright and his hair wet, dark blonde strands clinging to his face as he breathed out a laugh. The snow continued to fall, harder now, melting the moment it landed on his red nose. The sun hid behind the clouds and I beckoned him inside with a backwards tilt of my head.
He grinned, jogging the short distance to the door where I met him with a kiss on his cold lips. He threw me a smile as he shimmied his coat off and hung it on the hook of the metal coat hanger.
His back was bare to me and I admired the flexing of his muscles as he moved. I reached out a hand and traced two fingers down from the base of his neck and I smirked when he shivered, his skin warm beneath mine despite having been outside for nearly half an hour. The tips of my fingers outlined the bumps of his spin and I pressed the pad of my thumb into the dent at the bottom right of his spine, wrapping my fingers around his hipbone. I took a step forward and placed my other hand flat across his chest.
I pushed him back into me, the beating of his heart vibrating against my palm. I rested my chin on his shoulder and kissed the crook of his neck, smiling when I felt him rest his own hand atop mine. The blank was hanging halfway off of me, only held up by our two bodies pressed together.
I whispered his name and he tilted his head downwards towards me, a quiet “hmm?” coming from his throat.
“Thank you, dear.”
He let out a small, surprised laugh. “What for?”
I moved to let my arm leave its place at his hip and instead wrap around his waist. I hugged him against me and buried my face in his hair, inhaling the scent of snow and winter and warmth.
I sighed and whispered against the skin of his neck, “For being in this relationship with me…”
His hand tightened on mine as I lingered on the last syllable, the weight of the words hanging precariously on the tip of my tongue causing my heart to thrum.
“…For caring for me, and understanding that I needed time to tell you… that I love you.”
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Oh. That was beautiful.
It took my breath away!
Thank you.
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I occasionally wish for a white Christmas. As much as its awesome to wear a dress on Christmas day, the idea of snuggling up inside in front of a fire sounds adorable.
I got that cuteness vibe from this. It was fluffiful :D
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It a really nice concept to have an older Matt and younger Dom.
Cheers!
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i cannot express enough how much i love fluff, and this was so sweet. so much emotion in a short story.
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I can even imagine you writing a longer story out of this...for example, I'd love to know more details about the day they met. *sighs dreamily* It was also a nice idea to make Matt older.
I LOVE it sooooo much! *hugs*
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