John eyed the pillow-nest as he passed, raising an eloquent brow in Rodney's general direction, one that was promptly ignored. He covered his mouth with his hand briefly to stifle the laugh that bubbled up from deep inside, the warm well of absolute happiness that had been there since the vows had been exchanged.
Rae turned to him and pressed a solid gold band into his palm, the metal still warm from where it had been against her body the whole evening. He fingered it briefly and slipped it on the third finger of his left hand--the silver one they'd exchanged already hung round his neck on his dogtag chain--a new, welcome weight along his chest.
"I'd have loved to've met your Dad, Rae--bet he was a character...."
He smiled and leaned against the couch, watching his husbands, his wife mill about, smiling and laughing, talking softly. Tonight they would all lie here together, whether for sex or for talking, cuddling or just re-remembering the visceral slide of their bodies against one another's. Tonight was also for him alone with Rae--for their first time--the culmination of weeks of wait, of want, of need. He gave her a slow, sweet smile from across the room, waiting for the others to settle into what would be their places for the night--for the cue to be given, the time to be right.
Rae turned to him and pressed a solid gold band into his palm, the metal still warm from where it had been against her body the whole evening. He fingered it briefly and slipped it on the third finger of his left hand--the silver one they'd exchanged already hung round his neck on his dogtag chain--a new, welcome weight along his chest.
"I'd have loved to've met your Dad, Rae--bet he was a character...."
He smiled and leaned against the couch, watching his husbands, his wife mill about, smiling and laughing, talking softly. Tonight they would all lie here together, whether for sex or for talking, cuddling or just re-remembering the visceral slide of their bodies against one another's. Tonight was also for him alone with Rae--for their first time--the culmination of weeks of wait, of want, of need. He gave her a slow, sweet smile from across the room, waiting for the others to settle into what would be their places for the night--for the cue to be given, the time to be right.
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