Fluff Drabble: An Ocelot For Dom
Title: An Ocelot For Dom
Pairing: belldom, established relationship
Rating: PG (for the word 'shitty')
Description: Dom gets the best present ever.
Note: The title comes from my favorite children's book, One Kitten for Kim .Below you'll find the inspiration for the teeny, tiny drabble. Prepare yourself for copious amounts of adorable in said inspiration. A million fuzzy wuzzy thanks to dolce_piccante for the fluff that inspired me to write the drabble, and gripyoutight for things I don't have enough room for here.
Disclaimer: Matt, Dom, and Muse aren't mine. Unfortunately. If they were, they'd be tied up together and covered in lube. This fic is mine. No defamation is intended by this piece of fiction.
The door to the dressing room opened. Dom looked away from the magazine he had been idly thumbing through and turned his attention to the door. When he found Matt in the doorway, holding a small cloth bundle between Matt's fragile-looking arms, Dom raised a brow. "Tell me that's not a baby, Matt. You know I don't do shitty nappies."
Matt laughed and kicked the door closed with one shiny silver shoe, causing the bundle in his arms to shudder. "It's not a baby. Well, not a
human baby." He held the lump tightly against his chest, one hand delving beneath the fabric to move around inside, and walked toward Dom. "Close your eyes. I've got a pressie for you."
Obediently, Dom turned in his chair until his entire body was facing Matt. Grinning stupidly at the prospect of a wiggly present, Dom held
out his hands and waited. Soft fleece brushed his palms, followed quickly by a bit of weight so light that it barely registered. He felt fingers move over his forehead, gently stroking his hair and temple, and felt Matt's warm breath on his face.
"Open your eyes," Matt said, stepping back to watch Dom open his "gift".
Dom opened his eyes and looked down. He was silent for a moment. Then, a gasp left his mouth. A gasp, followed by a high pitched squeak of joy. Staring back at him from amidst a tiny yellow blanket was an even tinier furry body and two impossibly large blue-gray eyes.
"Ohhhh..." Dom whispered, fascinated by the small body in his arms and the body's tiny mouth (and even tinier tongue!) that stretched as the little cat yawned.
"Do you like him?" Matt asked, reaching in to rub his finger along the animal's soft nose. "He's an ocelot, Dommy. A dwarf leopard."
Dom snickered and looked away from the ocelot to wink at Matt. "Aw, so he's a midget, just like you."
"Easy..." Matt warned with a cackle.
Dom grinned so wide his face hurt and bent down to place a kiss atop the tiny cat's head. He rubbed the tip of his nose against the cat's fur, sighing with joy. "He's perfect, Matt. He's the best pressie I've ever gotten, baby. I love him already." He reluctantly looked away from the tiny cat to lean in and press a soft kiss against the corner of Matt's mouth. "I think we should name him Ocky. Ocky the Ocelot."
Matt's fingers wiggled between Ocky's little ears, scratching the small furrow of his brow. He returned Dom's kiss, the touch of their lips lasting no longer than a blink, and then returned his attention to the little bundle in Dom's arms. "Welcome to the family, Ocky. You'll fit right in."