AC/DC One Shots

Snowstorm (Mal X Bon)

Hey! New oneshot! I know it doesn't snow in Australia, but let's just pretend, okay? Have fun!

POV Bon:

We drove down the highway. So Malcolm and me. We had been together for a few months, 6 to be precise. We had gone to Darwin to do something there. It was winter and despite the fact that we were in Australia it was snowing heavily. The windshield wipers were running at full speed, as was the heating. Malcolm sat next to me and looked out the window. I insisted on driving. Half of the route was behind us. The radio played very quietly in the background and Malcolm's foot gently stomped along with the beat. My hand went to his and I took it. He looked over at me and smiled at me.

"What's going on honey?" I asked when I realized he was quite tense.

"The weather, I think." He muttered.

"Hey, everything will be fine. It's only snowing a little. Are you cold?" He shook his head and then blew like a little child on the cold window pane, which he then painted with his finger. I laughed. He looked over at me with a grin. After a while I noticed that I was getting more and more tired.

"Should I go on, Bon?" Asked Malcolm.

"No, it's okay." I yawned. Malcolm giggled:

"You're tired. Come on." Reluctantly, I drove onto the hard shoulder (there was no one else on the road here anyway) and looked him in the eye. Those beautiful green eyes. We both got out and swapped sides. I dropped into the passenger seat, which was still warm from Malcolm. But he didn't get in, he stopped in front of the door. I saw him through the window. He was smoking. Ha! With a short shirt outside in the snow! Why not? When the cigarette had burned down, he opened the door and sat in the driver's seat. I smelled the cold smoke on him, which I had known for a long time. His hand reached aside and pushed the seat forward a little on the rails because he was smaller was than me. I grinned at him.

"Hey! I can't help it!" He shouted. I laughed and stroked his hair.

"I was just kidding." He grinned, buckled up, started the engine and we drove back onto the highway. At some point I noticed that my mind was slipping away. I felt a hand on my face and I purred happily.

*

When I woke up again, Mal was concentrated behind the wheel. The blizzard had increased and we were still in the middle of nowhere. The radio was playing Chuck Berry and I noticed Mal wasn't wearing a jacket. When I looked down at myself, I also understood why: He had laid it over me. That's why it was so warm. I snuggled into the fabric and looked at him. He glanced at me and giggled:

"Did Sleeping Beauty wake up?"

"Yes and imagine! No prince woke me up with a kiss." I said, pretending to be offended.

"I'm sorry about that. No prince was around here."

"I just wanted a kiss from a prince charming." I continued to moan.

"You're a few centuries too late." He said. I laughed. That was Malcolm. A dry joke in store for everything.

"But I already have a prince charming."

"Really? Who?" He asked, his eyes never leaving the street. The car headlights were reflected on the light snow.

"Well, you'll never get such a great boyfriend. He's totally gentle and protective, has dark, velvety long hair. Chocolate brown eyes that go perfectly with his fair skin. He has beautiful, wide, dark red lips and long dark eyelashes that touch his cheeks when he closes his eyes. He has dark curls on his chest. I love running my hands through them. He has a wonderful build, even if he's petite and shorter than other men. He has a beautiful name and a beautiful voice. And he's the best person in the world." He blushed and I giggled.