#queenlover05

CAMPING 

Brian May x Reader 

386 words, fluff 

“You alright, love?” Brian called out to you.

“Yeah, just can’t reach the marshmallows. Mind lending me a hand?” You asked him.

You had known Brian for years, and had been in a relationship with him for almost a year now.

It was the middle of Summer, and you’d decided to go camping. You’d both wanted to try the American ‘s’mores’, and thought it would be a good opportunity to. The only issue was that when you’d packed the marshmallows, Brian had put them in the suitcase on top of everything and you couldn’t reach them.

Brian walked over to you and laid a hand on your shoulder, “No worries, I’ll get it down for you,”.

You’d known him for years, yet you were still mesmerised at how much of a gentle giant he was.

Brian passed the marshmallows down to you, and you leant your head against his chest as you walked back over to your campfire.

“Have you laid the sleeping bags out?” You asked your partner in crime.

“First thing I did, love,” he responded.

You’d been camping before, but because you were going with Brian this time, you thought it would be a good opportunity to hear all about the night sky and what goes on in space. Not only that, you thought it would be pretty romantic, too.

You and Brian worked your way through making s’mores; you had no clue what you were doing, but you figured it out in the end.

“Watch it, love, you’ve got something on your cheek!” Brian startled you.

“Ahh! Get it off,” you were becoming flustered, thinking it was an insect.

“Calm down, it’s just chocolate, no need to worry,” Brian said peacefully, as he leant over to you and wiped his thumb against your cheek to get it off.

“There you go, all better,” and he gave you a kiss, too.

After the s’mores, you decided to go to sleep. It was getting quite dark out, and you were looking tired.

“Here you go, love, jump in there,” Brian said as he tucked you into your sleeping bag.

“Thank you”.

Brian leaned over you and gave you a kiss goodnight. He then got into his own sleeping bag, and stared lovingly into your eyes.

“Hey... Bri?”

“Yes, love?”

☆☆☆

“Yeah if you’re not busy this arvo we can stop by the bottle-o and pick up some tinnies and then hang out on the beach,” you suggested over the phone to your new… guy you were hanging out with, Joe.

“I’m sorry, I think our phone connection isn’t too good, can you repeat that?” Joe asked you and you cleared your throat, repeating your sentence. “Okay, so it’s not the connection. I have literally no idea what you’re saying to me except for the beach part.”

Joe’s confusion made you giggle as you remembered just how clueless American tourists tended to be with Aussie slang.

“If you are not busy this afternoon, we can go to the alcohol store and purchase some beers in cans and then hang out on the beach,” you explained, emphasizing your words to make it extra clear what you meant.

“Haha,” was Joe’s response to your patronizing tone. “Yeah that sounds great, I should be done shooting around 2:00.”

“Great, I can pick you up at your trailer?”

“Sounds good, see you then.”

“Can’t wait,” you said with a smile, because it was true. You were glad that you were going to see Joe again so soon. The two of you had gone out a few times since he started shooting a movie in your town, and had hit it off right away.

One night a few weeks ago you had met at a local bar one of the other actors had brought everyone to. After much daring from his co stars and a few shots, he had asked you to dance in a bar that wasn’t playing any music. You thought it was endearing and weren’t one to get embarrassed, so you accepted and since then the two of you had been seeing each other every chance you got.

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A couple hours later you went to pick him up and he hopped in your car with a grin, leaning over the middle console to give you a quick hello kiss.

You looked at what he was wearing and frowned, “Are you really wearing daks to the beach? It’s supposed to be like 37 this arvo.”

Joe looked at you in confusion and you sighed good-naturedly, “Trousers, are you really going to wear trousers? It’s supposed to be really really hot this–”

“–Arvo. See, I’m learning,” Joe said with a proud look and even as you rolled your eyes you couldn’t help laugh with him. “Okay, well I guess I’ll go put on some shorts.”

Joe was gone and back quickly, getting in the car with a change of bottoms and footwear.

As you started driving to the bottle-o, you commented, “Nice thongs, they look comfortable.”

Joe just blinked at you and you quickly amended, “Flip-flops, I think you call them.”

Flushing red in his embarrassment, he just nodded his understanding and you patted his arm.

Before long, you were making your way down the beach with a little box of tinnies in hand as well as your shoes. Together you picked out a nice spot not too close to the water and sat down. You settled in the sand side by side, leaning back on your hands. One of Joe’s arms was behind yours and your shoulder leaned back on his. The point of contact spread warmth throughout your body and you felt incredibly happy to be spending this time with him.

“You know, I feel like I should have a better understanding of Australian slang by now,” Joe said after a peaceful minute of quiet.

“… yeah I mean I don’t think Aussie slang is too complicated, we just abbreviate everything,” you pointed out with a smile. Then you put on your best Californian accent and said, “Just do your, like, best, man. It’s not crazy hard if you just, like, try, bro.”

The two of you cracked up at your impression and through his laughs Joe said, “See, you actually sound like everyone in LA meanwhile the only word I can remember is ‘arvo.’”

“You’ll just have to stick around then so I can teach you,” you said with a flirty smile.

“Sounds good to me,” Joe replied, leaning towards you and giving you a sweet kiss.