million_star | Evening Stars

Title: Evening Stars
Author:

millionstar
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fluff, insect fear. (LOL)
Summary: MKMeme prompt: Belldom, they are out stargazing in a field, sexy or not... who cares?! I hope this satisfies. :)
Feedback: Is appreciated if you're so inclined.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no profit is being made & this never happened.
Author's Note: Thanks to

dolce_piccante &

myz_bee for feedback & support. <3

This is for Boo. &hearts

The things I do for Dom.

I didn't question him when he grabbed a sleeping bag out of the bus and asked me to sleep with him under the stars. He knows I'd follow him to the end of the earth, and a rendezvous in the sparse field of wildflowers behind the club we played in tonight is no exception. I collected two pillows from my bunk and trudged behind him dutifully until he proclaimed with a gorgeous grin that he'd found what he deemed to be the "perfect spot". His enthusiasm is infectuous and endearing.

But.

Having said that, it's not very comfortable out here; the sleeping bag isn't doing anything to alleviate the pressure of the rock that is digging into my back right now. It's also fair to say that I didn't bank on mother nature providing us with such a pronounced soundtrack. I bet that Dom is loving it, but each buzzing insect I hear makes me jump a foot, and of course Dom laughs at me each time.

"Don't laugh. It could be," I proclaim dramatically, "one of those eight-legged fuckers, you know? Bloodthirsty bastards."

"I don't think spiders make a buzzing sound, Matt."

"But-"

He chuckles, and when he reaches out for my hand warmth and comfort flood my body. "Can't you just be quiet and relax? We don't often get the chance to...never mind." I wiggle closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder.

"We never get to what?"

"It's nothing."

"Say it."

He sighs, bringing my hand to his lips. "I just meant that it's rare for us to get this sort of time alone, uninterrupted, that's all. I wanted to watch the stars with you."

"Oh," I reply softly. I intended to say more but am thwarted when another annoying insect swoops down to buzz around my ear. I can't stop the shrill yell that escapes my lips, and the sound of Dom laughing fills the night air again. Once I'm reasonably certain that the bug in question is gone I snuggle closer to Dom.

We lie together in silence for some time, the two of us both taking in the sight of the sky above us. I take a moment to really consider the beauty of this situation. Wrapped up in a sleeping bag with Dom, the two of us watching the stars glitter against a midnight blue sky... it's a moment full of warmth and peace. When I turn to look at him the image that fills my eyes is more impressive than any night sky could ever be; from the calm look on his face to the way the slight breeze catches his hair, he takes my breath away.

He always takes my breath away, actually.

I'm shaken from my reverie when I hear him speak.

"It's gorgeous, Matt."

"Very gorgeous," I whisper, squeezing his hand, my eyes never leaving his face.

"I could get used to this."

"So could I. Well, if I were armed with enough bug spray that is."

"I'll protect you from the big, bad bugs, Matt," he quips.

"Ooh, my hero," I moan orgasmically, "you gonna vanquish them with hair spray?"

He giggles at my proclamation, leaning over to gift me with a soft kiss. I inch even closer and cover his body with my own, not in an attempt to get into his pants, no, not this time, but simply to enjoy the feel of his arms around me. I sigh happily as said arms envelop me tightly.

"You're doing it wrong, you know. You can't look at the stars in this position," he argues.

"I'd rather look at you. The stars are there every night." I nuzzle his neck, Dom shivering at the sensation. "Besides, you were right, we don't get to do this very often. Moments like this, they're," I swallow, suddenly a little nervous, "important, you know?"

"I think so too."

"You do know I love you, right, Dom?" I blurt out.

In response his lips meet mine again, my heart pounding as he kisses me deeply. When we part for air he whispers against my lips, "Of course I do." I nod, satisfied, the moment of uncertainty passing. We resume our positions against our respective pillows, staring into the night. I reach for Dom's hand again and our fingers lace together automatically.

"Matt?"

"Hmm?

"Say it again?"

"I love you, Dom."

"Love you, too," he whispers, squeezing my hand.

The shooting star that blazes across the sky at the precise moment Dom says those three words is utterly perfect. It's so perfect, in fact, I can forgive Mother Nature for the bugs.