Something Better

Dreams Come True

Martha was tired but happy. She had been working hard with The Killers travelling across the world. They were due a big break from the tour in a couple of months and Martha was counting down the weeks. Counting down the weeks until her and Brandon were alone together for a whole seven days in a luxurious Italian lake resort. Martha enjoyed being on tour with The band, but she felt guilty that she and Brandon were together and the other guys were far away from their wives, girlfriends and families. She knew the other guys didn't mind, but it bothered her a little. Plus the fact that sharing a small bunk in a bus was not the most comfortable, night after night.

Martha was lying in the bunk, reading while Brandon was speaking on the phone at the front of the bus. Martha could feel herself dosing, she lay her book flat against her chest and let her eyes close.

"I hope your not sleeping on the job," Brandon whispered in her ear as he gently kissed her cheek over and over.

"I was only resting my eyes," Martha groaned as she kissed him back.

"Move over, I have some good news for you," Brandon said flashing his smile.

"Is it that we are getting a bigger bunk?" Martha giggled as she adjusted herself to let Brandon lie beside her. She snuggled into him breathing him in as he settled in and got comfortable.

"Actually yes!" Brandon laughed, "I've okayed it with everyone and we are going to have a double bed fitted at the rear of the bus, just for us."

Martha didn't know what to say, she just knew that she felt bad.

"Really?" Martha asked trying not to sound ungrateful, "I feel a bit guilty," she whispered.

"I've told you before, that the other guys are fine about us," Brandon said a little sharply, "It'll be much better in a double bed," He said winking at her.

"Don't get annoyed with me," Martha said, "I can't help feeling a little bad."

"I'm not annoyed, honey," Brandon said his eyes searching Martha's, "I just want you to feel comfortable and trust me when I say everything is alright."

"I do trust you, I'm just a bit tired I guess," Martha smiled thinly as she felt herself welling up.

"The next bit of news is that I thought you could design me another outfit for the 'This is the World We Live in' video?" Brandon said cheerily.

"Sure, you know I would love that!" Martha said enthusiastically almost bumping her head as she sat up to look at Brandon.

"Great!" Brandon giggled, "It's nice to see you excited about something," Brandon said quietly, "Apart from me of course!" He finished with a gleam in his eye.

"Of course!" Martha whispered with a giggle, she felt herself grow warm as Brandon began kissing her, softly at first, but it quickly escalated into a full blown make out session.

Brandon stood admiring himself in the mirror, checking every strand of hair was in place.

"I've got to say I've missed the eyeliner," Martha giggled as she peeked into the mirror from behind him.

"Thank you for all of this," Brandon smiled, hugging Martha close. Martha screwed up her eyes as she was squished into the black feathery shoulders of Brandon's jacket.

"You are welcome, you know I love dressing you up," Martha said looking up at Brandon, with a grin, "Just like a Ken doll," she laughed, her eyes shining. She had felt like herself again, creating and designing a whole look for Brandon's new video.

"Did you ever take Ken's clothes off, just to have a look?" Brandon said mischievously.

"Are you asking me to undress you?" Martha said, the picture of innocence.

"Well, it's the first night in a while that we have a hotel room," Brandon raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of promise.

"Well you know how I feel about hotel rooms," Martha whispered, feeling her knees weaken as she lost herself in his gaze.

"My memory is crystal clear," Brandon said quietly as he stroked Martha's cheekbone with his thumb, causing her to close her eyes and swallow.

"Stop it!" Dave roared from across the room, which only encouraged Brandon as he made a show of kissing Martha, leaving her breathless and blushing.

The video shoot lasted two days in the beautiful mountainous town of Banff and Martha relished every minute of it. She felt alive on set, assisting not just the band but the video director too.

"You have a real creative eye," he said to her as they discussed shooting Brandon's black feathery form against the stark snowy mountain. Martha secretly hugged herself at his flyaway compliment. She suddenly felt disappointed at the thought of going back on the road again and her Italian break with Brandon seemed like a lifetime away. She scolded herself as she pushed her feelings down, knowing she was living the dream, maybe just not exactly her dream. She shook her head and smiled thinly as Brandon walked towards her in his beautiful gothic glory.

"Well hello there," he drawled at her, which never failed to make her giggle, "Everything ok with my favourite girl?" He said so gently with his eyes full of concern that Martha felt like weeping.

"Yes," Martha said bouncing on her toes and clicking her fingers nervously, "Just a little sad that our stay in the hotel is almost over," she said, her lips forming a thin line to stop them trembling.

"Hey?" Brandon said searching her face with his eyes, stroking her wayward fringe across her forehead, "It's not over yet and I for one want to make the most of you, before I have to share you with a bus load of guys."

"That sounds really wrong," Martha giggled putting her hand over her mouth, letting the laughter leak out.

"It sounded so romantic in my head," Brandon giggled back. Soon they were both doubled over with laughter at Brandon's attempt at romance, "I thought I was being real smooth too," he said through the giggles.

Martha forgot about her disappointment as she laughed with this awkward, wonderful, beautiful man. Martha felt her heart swell until it almost filled her chest.

"I love you," she said easily, her face aching from the hilarity.

"I love you," Brandon said, suddenly more serious, although his eyes were soft, like melting chocolate. His gaze moved from Martha's eyes to her mouth and back again. Stepping towards her, Martha caught her breath as Brandon kissed her passionately his tongue exploring her mouth, his teeth softly grazing her bottom lip as they pulled apart. The air was practically fizzing between them. Martha felt flushed and hot as she looked down at Brandon's open palm. She smiled a wide grin as she saw their room keycard lying on his hand.

"Let's take Dave's advice and get a room," Brandon giggled, holding out his hand to her.

Martha felt the butterflies take flight as Brandon pushed her against the closed hotel suite door, kissing her hungrily. She slipped her hands under the lapels and shoulders of Brandon's jacket pushing it down his arms and on to the floor.

"Hold on," Brandon said separating his lips from Martha's, "Someone special made this for me," he said stooping to pick up the jacket, making a scene of shaking it and hanging it carefully over a chair.

"Oh really?" Martha quipped back sitting on the bed to take off her boots and socks, "Do they know that you are here with me?" She giggled as Brandon stalked towards her making her scramble backwards on to the bed.

"Are you telling me you didn't make my jacket?" Brandon said in a mock serious tone climbing up and on to the bed, lying on top of Martha.

"I'm not really that special," Martha whispered as she enjoyed feeling Brandon's weight on her.

"Darlin' you have no idea," Brandon whispered as he kissed under her jawbone, making her head rise back into the pillow.

Brandon's hands were moving under her jumper, he caught the hem and lifted it up over her head, causing her hair to crackle with static. He smiled loving as he stroked it down into place.

"You are so special to me," Brandon said cupping her head with his hand, holding her steady as the kissing began again with real intensity. They made quick work of the rest of their clothes, falling back naked on the bedcovers.