Pairing: Belldom/Wolstenkirk
Rating: PG
Warnings: Distress
Summary: How can Matt and Dom admit their true feelings when society is the way it is?
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse and am making no profit.
Notes: I know I haven't updated, but I was unsure whether it was being read so didn't bother. Now I know I have a few readers I shall update more ;) Comments are appreciated like Dom is in lycra.
Part three.
Matt's breathing quickened and a delicious shiver travelled along his spine.
He felt his lips quirk up into a smile as he watched Dom cross the street, watching his long legs stride across the road, head held high, clearly intent on reaching his destination.
Matt decided Dom could be forgiven for being so distracting and that one day, he would tell Dom just how sexy he was and... He was snapped sharply out of his reverie by the sound of someone knocking insistently on the front door.
Matt looked irritably towards the sound, frowning slightly, "One second," he yelled moving to walk downstairs.
As he neared the bottom of the stairs, he was able to see a figure through the frosted glass of the door and he faltered slightly, his breath hitching in his throat.
Because stood at his door, was an unmistakable figure clothed in black and green.
Matt launched himself down the remaining stairs and snatched his keys off the side table, in his haste, he dropped the keys and swore, fumbling to get the correct key into the lock.
He finally rammed the key into place and threw open the door, a broad smile on his face.
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