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WARNING FOR SMARMYNESS!!!!!!
Actually sequel to this
http://avanicole.livejournal.com/7179.html
When I later woke up, it was in lack of his warm embrace. I looked around the room for any sign of him, but it was empty. Even the clothes he had worn earlier that morning were gone. I tossed myself out of bed, once again to clothe myself in his dressing gown. I pulled a pair of socks on before I went downstairs, finding him in the kitchen with a cup of tea, reading a magazine.
“Morning.” I groaned, still sleepy.
He looked up and smiled widely, probably hadn’t heard me come. “Morning, beautiful.”
I made myself a cup of tea as well and sat down opposite him.
“Did you know,” he said, still reading the magazine in his hands, “that our last gig got five of five here?”
This wakening my attention. “It did? Here, let me see!”
He handed the magazine over, with a devilish smirk, but when I opened it the first thing I saw was a picture of us, and the text: “Number uno!”
“What the fuck is this?” I asked myself and Dom snorted.
“Read.”
“Sweetest celebrity couple.” I mumbled to myself as I read the magazine’s jury list. “British rock band, Muse stars Matthew Bellamy and Dominic Howard - as the turtle doves are more or less seen hand in hand on every award and because they’re so incredible sweet together; the jury wanted the long termed best friends on the first place”. I looked up on Dom and he gave me the cheesiest grin ever.
“Quite cute, isn’t it?”
I glared at him. “It’s us, moron.”
“Moron? Moron? I don’t think I was that much of a moron yesterday night, right Matthew?”
“Hmm, it’s possible you weren’t, but I can’t tell because I don’t remember anything about yesterday night’s activities.” Because someone fucked my brains out so I can’t think or remember properly anymore.
“Oh, you don’t?” smirked Dom. “Well, let’s say like this; I remember every single scream and moan you uttered when-…”
“Okay, okay, I think I remember.” I laughed, actually the slightest turned on by only hearing him mentioning it.
“You don’t… want me to… talk about it?” He asked sneakily and slowly lifted his foot from the floor to let it wander up my inner leg and gently massage my groin.
“Bastard.” I hissed but Dom only chuckled.
“Be glad we’re home, lover boy. But who knows? Maybe I’ll get to do this in public as well. I’m sure I could get used to it.”
“You’re in trouble, Howard.”
And he chuckled again, that nonchalant twat. “Somehow, something tells that that could never be taken as a menace from you, who have got my foot in your groin. You sure you remember properly? Or you want me to show you? Show you just how good you made me feel?”
I groaned. “Can someone tell me why I chose to live with a sex machine like you?”
“Sorry baby, there’s no escaping now. Until death part us, as they say.”
“Oh my,” I said in pretended horror, “have I married you when drunk, that’s why I can’t remember, or why do you say so?”
He chuckled and put his foot down on the floor again. “Don’t sound so horrified.”
I stood up and rounded the table to sit onto his lap. “I’m not horrified, stupid. If there’s something I should be horrified over it would be that you have not proposed to me yet.”
He put his arms around my waist. “And who says I have to propose?”
“Because you’re a much better speaker than me.”
“Well, would you like to marry me?”
“Oh Dominic,” I said in sarcastic happiness, “I never thought you would ask. You must be the most romantic man I have ever met. Of course I want to marry you.”
“Good. Then I don’t need to be worried when I decide to ask properly.”
“What do you mean? You’re telling me that you did not just propose to me?!”
He grinned and kissed my astonished face. “Exactly. I mean, hello? What kind of person do you take me for? Do you actually think I would propose to you when you sit in my lap, in my dressing gown, one minute after you had my foot in your groin? Jesus, Matt. Prepare yourself for a surprise in that case.”
I flung my arms around him and squeezed him until I heard him choke after breath. “Youh’re teh bestest, Dommeh."
He laughed and kissed my shoulder. "So are you, Mattysnuffles."