SGA RPS fic: Third Time's the Charm. Joe/David. PG-13.
Title: Third Time's the Charm
Author: velocitygrass
Pairing: Joe Flanigan/David Hewlett
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: None of this happened. It's all made up, fantasy, not real. Also, views about marriage expressed herein are not necessarily mine.
Warnings: vaguely implied past Partner Betrayal
Word count: 1000
Summary: They didn't have a date to celebrate their anniversary, but Joe was about to change that.
Note: Written for picfor1000. Picture is at the end of the fic. Thank you, neevebrody, for the beta!
Third time is a charm
"Where are you going?" David mumbled, still half asleep.
Joe extricated himself from David's arm and from the warm bed. "Be back in a second."
He'd had his plan of action for some time and now only had to put it all together.
When he came back into the bedroom-barefoot and naked except for his boxers, carrying a full tray-David's face was pressed into the pillow. "Come back here," he said without looking up, his voice muffled, moving his hand around as if just wanting Joe to be within reach again.
Joe walked up to the bed instead and carefully set the tray down, holding it steady until David had turned around and awoken enough to keep still in order not to unbalance it.
David blinked a couple of times and Joe quickly snatched the little box that he'd hidden behind a bowl of flakes and put it behind his back.
"Okay, what's going on? It's not my birthday and it's not...anything else either."
They didn't observe an anniversary, even though there'd been something between them for years now. There wasn't one single date that they could mark as the date, as the beginning, as something to celebrate.
There'd been little steps and big steps and steps forward and steps back, and it all amounted to one hell of a ride with no real beginning of the wonderful thing that they had now. They didn't have a date to celebrate their anniversary, but Joe was about to change that.
"What's that behind your back?" David asked, suspicious now.
Joe got down on his knees, smiling.
David's eyes widened and after the initial shock, there was the look that Joe had hoped to avoid but really had expected. The look that said 'Don't do this, Joe'.
But he had to. He remembered the first time he'd brought it up, when they'd watched a documentary about gay marriage and he'd simply said, "We could get married."
David had given him a look and said, "Yeah, or we could not," before turning back to the screen. But after that he'd eyed Joe carefully a couple of times, on edge as if he was expecting him to attack. Joe hadn't said anything more.
Since then, they'd talked about it and a part of Joe could understand that David didn't want to get married a third time and that it didn't have anything to do with Joe. It wasn't because David didn't love him. Joe knew that he did.
Still, Joe wanted to take this step. He wanted to be able to call David his husband. He wanted the world to know that this was serious. He wanted to say I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you somewhere where not just David would hear it.
He pulled the box from behind his back-the box containing two wedding rings-and opened it. "Marry me." He didn't make it a question because he had the faint hope that if it wasn't, it would be more difficult for David to say no.
David looked at him, so pained that Joe considered shutting the box and just forgetting about the whole thing, but he had to try this and if David really didn't want to marry him, then he would have to say it. Joe would accept it. There was no point in idle threats, because both of them knew he'd never leave David over this. So, David would just have to say no and then Joe would have to give him some more time and work on him a bit more and then try again.
"Joe," David said.
"Just answer," Joe said. With every second that passed, he was more sure the answer would be no, but he'd see this through and then they could go on with their lives until he could try again.
"Yes?" David said hesitantly, and he looked so unsure that Joe at first didn't realize that he hadn't said no.
"Is that a question or an answer?"
"It's 'Am I really saying yes?'"
"Are you?" Joe asked, his heart beating faster.
"Well, it's not as if you'll stop badgering me. I'm thinking just saying yes is the least painful way."
"So you are saying yes?" Joe insisted, not willing to let the thrill inside him run free until he'd heard the word-definitively-from David's mouth.
"Yes," David said loudly and clearly and with only a slight hint of exasperation.
Joe's face split into a grin.
David looked at the full tray in front of him. "So was this supposed to be a bribe or-Hey!"
Joe snatched away the tray, shoved it onto the nightstand and jumped on top of David. "Change of plan," he said, kissing David wetly.
David's protests were lost in the kiss. Joe soon found himself completely naked beneath the sheet with David, where moaning and thrusting joined kissing and touching.
Afterwards when Joe made quick work of cleaning them up, David reached for the tray on the nightstand.
"Hmm, sex and breakfast in bed. Maybe tying me to you forever isn't such a bad idea after all." He took a sip of coffee. "And look, the toast is almost not burned at all-just cold."
"I knew you'd come around to my way of thinking," Joe said, very pleased with himself and the world.
David laughed. "What choice did I have? You were actually kneeling. And almost naked I might add, which gave you a highly unfair advantage."
Joe put a hand on his arm. "I was willing to wait. I still am," he said seriously.
"I know," David answered in kind. "I do want to marry you. I love you."
"I love you, too," Joe said and kissed him again.
David took a careful bite of the toast and, deciding it was edible, buttered it. "What do you know? This might just work out."
Joe watched him scrape off the darker crumbs. "Yeah. It just might."
Author: velocitygrass
Pairing: Joe Flanigan/David Hewlett
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: None of this happened. It's all made up, fantasy, not real. Also, views about marriage expressed herein are not necessarily mine.
Warnings: vaguely implied past Partner Betrayal
Word count: 1000
Summary: They didn't have a date to celebrate their anniversary, but Joe was about to change that.
Note: Written for picfor1000. Picture is at the end of the fic. Thank you, neevebrody, for the beta!
Third time is a charm
"Where are you going?" David mumbled, still half asleep.
Joe extricated himself from David's arm and from the warm bed. "Be back in a second."
He'd had his plan of action for some time and now only had to put it all together.
When he came back into the bedroom-barefoot and naked except for his boxers, carrying a full tray-David's face was pressed into the pillow. "Come back here," he said without looking up, his voice muffled, moving his hand around as if just wanting Joe to be within reach again.
Joe walked up to the bed instead and carefully set the tray down, holding it steady until David had turned around and awoken enough to keep still in order not to unbalance it.
David blinked a couple of times and Joe quickly snatched the little box that he'd hidden behind a bowl of flakes and put it behind his back.
"Okay, what's going on? It's not my birthday and it's not...anything else either."
They didn't observe an anniversary, even though there'd been something between them for years now. There wasn't one single date that they could mark as the date, as the beginning, as something to celebrate.
There'd been little steps and big steps and steps forward and steps back, and it all amounted to one hell of a ride with no real beginning of the wonderful thing that they had now. They didn't have a date to celebrate their anniversary, but Joe was about to change that.
"What's that behind your back?" David asked, suspicious now.
Joe got down on his knees, smiling.
David's eyes widened and after the initial shock, there was the look that Joe had hoped to avoid but really had expected. The look that said 'Don't do this, Joe'.
But he had to. He remembered the first time he'd brought it up, when they'd watched a documentary about gay marriage and he'd simply said, "We could get married."
David had given him a look and said, "Yeah, or we could not," before turning back to the screen. But after that he'd eyed Joe carefully a couple of times, on edge as if he was expecting him to attack. Joe hadn't said anything more.
Since then, they'd talked about it and a part of Joe could understand that David didn't want to get married a third time and that it didn't have anything to do with Joe. It wasn't because David didn't love him. Joe knew that he did.
Still, Joe wanted to take this step. He wanted to be able to call David his husband. He wanted the world to know that this was serious. He wanted to say I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you somewhere where not just David would hear it.
He pulled the box from behind his back-the box containing two wedding rings-and opened it. "Marry me." He didn't make it a question because he had the faint hope that if it wasn't, it would be more difficult for David to say no.
David looked at him, so pained that Joe considered shutting the box and just forgetting about the whole thing, but he had to try this and if David really didn't want to marry him, then he would have to say it. Joe would accept it. There was no point in idle threats, because both of them knew he'd never leave David over this. So, David would just have to say no and then Joe would have to give him some more time and work on him a bit more and then try again.
"Joe," David said.
"Just answer," Joe said. With every second that passed, he was more sure the answer would be no, but he'd see this through and then they could go on with their lives until he could try again.
"Yes?" David said hesitantly, and he looked so unsure that Joe at first didn't realize that he hadn't said no.
"Is that a question or an answer?"
"It's 'Am I really saying yes?'"
"Are you?" Joe asked, his heart beating faster.
"Well, it's not as if you'll stop badgering me. I'm thinking just saying yes is the least painful way."
"So you are saying yes?" Joe insisted, not willing to let the thrill inside him run free until he'd heard the word-definitively-from David's mouth.
"Yes," David said loudly and clearly and with only a slight hint of exasperation.
Joe's face split into a grin.
David looked at the full tray in front of him. "So was this supposed to be a bribe or-Hey!"
Joe snatched away the tray, shoved it onto the nightstand and jumped on top of David. "Change of plan," he said, kissing David wetly.
David's protests were lost in the kiss. Joe soon found himself completely naked beneath the sheet with David, where moaning and thrusting joined kissing and touching.
Afterwards when Joe made quick work of cleaning them up, David reached for the tray on the nightstand.
"Hmm, sex and breakfast in bed. Maybe tying me to you forever isn't such a bad idea after all." He took a sip of coffee. "And look, the toast is almost not burned at all-just cold."
"I knew you'd come around to my way of thinking," Joe said, very pleased with himself and the world.
David laughed. "What choice did I have? You were actually kneeling. And almost naked I might add, which gave you a highly unfair advantage."
Joe put a hand on his arm. "I was willing to wait. I still am," he said seriously.
"I know," David answered in kind. "I do want to marry you. I love you."
"I love you, too," Joe said and kissed him again.
David took a careful bite of the toast and, deciding it was edible, buttered it. "What do you know? This might just work out."
Joe watched him scrape off the darker crumbs. "Yeah. It just might."