Bandom One-shots book 3

Anniversary Of The Heart ! Request ! (Pat Benatar x Michael Schenker)

~requested by chrisreads912~

It's our anniversary.

I can't believe it's been a year already. Time moves so damn fast when I'm with him. But I guess that's how it goes when you're with someone who feels like... home.

I take a deep breath, letting the scent of wine and the faint traces of the dinner we just had linger in the air. Michael's been working on this new riff for a few days now, and he's been obsessed with getting it perfect. I can't blame him, he's always been a perfectionist when it comes to his guitar. But tonight, I'm hoping he's willing to take a break from that and just... be with me.

I hear him step into the room, and the familiar sound of his boots against the hardwood floor makes my heart skip a beat.

"Pat," he says quietly, his voice rough and warm, just the way I like it. "You good?"

I turn around, the candlelight catching the edges of his messy hair and the gleam in his eyes. He's wearing that old leather jacket, the one that's seen as much of the road as we have. But it's the look on his face that makes me smile. There's this quiet intensity about him tonight, something different, and I can't quite place it.

"Yeah," I reply, keeping my voice calm despite the fluttering in my chest. "Just thinking about how crazy this year has been... in a good way."

Michael's lips curl into that crooked smile I've seen a thousand times. He steps closer, and I'm immediately hit by the familiar scent of his cologne, mixed with the faint trace of cigarette smoke.

"Yeah, I've been thinking the same thing," he says, his voice low. He gently pulls the wine glass from my hand, setting it aside on the counter, and wraps his arms around me. "We've been through a lot this year, huh?"

"More than most people realize," I answer, leaning into him. "But we made it. Together."

His hand slides to the back of my neck, his fingers threading through my hair in that way that makes everything else fade into the background. I close my eyes, letting myself get lost in the feeling of him.

"I don't ever want to take this for granted," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. "You mean more to me than I could ever put into words."

I swallow, my heart pounding. God, it's hard to believe this is real sometimes. That he's real. Michael Schenker, the guitarist who's carved his name into the history of rock, and yet here he is with me. It's like living in a dream, only it's not a dream—it's ours.

"I don't take you for granted either, Michael," I whisper back, turning to face him. "But... you've always been so... untouchable in a way. I never thought someone like me would be the one you'd—"

"Stop," he interrupts, his fingers gently lifting my chin so our eyes meet. "You're everything I need. You've always been. I don't care about anything else. Just you and me. This... whatever this is between us, it's real. And it's worth fighting for."

I smile at him, my heart a little lighter. The quiet certainty in his words is everything I need to hear. He's not like other guys. He doesn't say things just to say them. When he says something, he means it.

I kiss him then, my lips finding his, slow and sure. His hands slide to my waist, pulling me closer, and for a moment, the rest of the world just fades away. It's just him and me, two souls in sync with the music that's been playing between us for a year now.

When we finally pull back, I rest my forehead against his, feeling the beat of his heart against my chest.

"We're good, aren't we?" I ask softly, running my fingers through his hair.

"Yeah," Michael says, his voice barely above a whisper. "We're better than good. We're perfect."

I laugh, a little breathless. "I wouldn't go that far, but... I'm glad it's you."

"Me too," he murmurs, his hand drifting down to trace the curve of my jaw. "I'm glad it's us."

We stand there for a while, holding each other, just being in the moment. This is our anniversary. Not some big event or crazy celebration. Just us, in this quiet, intimate moment, marking the passage of time in the way that means the most.

Tonight, there's no rush, no expectations. Just a love that feels as natural as breathing. And as Michael gently strums his guitar in the background, I know that this is where I'm meant to be. With him. Always.

~Anniversary Of The Heart ! Request ! ~