#fletchergoodman

[wildroseofarran]

"Just a burn, huh?"

His fingers traveled deeper along Peter's inner thigh. He was suddenly very aware of his own body. His heat, his aches. They had felt like teenagers for some time, but this was hauntingly familiar. Like the first time fumbling in the dark with a lover.

"How ya feelin'?"

That awareness went both ways. For days Pete had been looking forward to being alone with Fletcher but in all the excitement of coming here and seeing him again, it hadn’t quite hit him that he was finally alone with Fletcher. Or at least it hadn’t until he felt the hand on his thigh.

Pete looked down at the hand and smiled to himself. “I’m feeling…like I really wanna get to that cabin so I can make out with you by the lake.”

[thehighlandhealer]

Bronwyn, talk about Fletcher Goodman.

“Despite the fact that his mama tried to shoot me and that for the majority of the time I spent with him I was carryin’ him around in a hat box, I feel...bonded to him. I truly believe what I said that day in the woods. He’s a hero and a good man.”

[beyondedenton]

Lawrina Wedding || September

Lawrence: Lawrence leaned back on his office chair and sighed. A cup of tea was pushed to the other side of the desk towards his best man.

"Should I? After all that happened? When I see him now I just feel, unfinished. I think of that night more with Sean than Ronan and he wasn't involved." Not until the end.

Luke: Luke rubbed his arm and reached for the mug, holding the warmth close.

"... Unfinished in what way? In a way that could be solved by a conversation?"

Lawrence: "I don't know what I could possibly say."

Luke: "... What if you imagine that I'm him? You can... vent without the risk."

Lawrence: "Oh. Oh I - I don't know."

Luke: "It may help you to figure out your thoughts and feelings."

Lawrence: "I might say something unforgivable. I don't know. I try not to think about it anymore. I don't want to remember how he looked at me, or how I was dragged back." Stretching back, eyes strayed from his guest to the window overlooking the ocean. "Or why he didn't say anything to help me."

Luke: "... Sean didn't try to help you? Really?" He... couldn't see that.

Lawrence: "If he tried, I wasn't there to witness."

Luke: That hurt to imagine.

"May I ask why this is even a debate? It sounds like you don't want him there... what part of you does?"

Lawrence: "From...the elevator. The Sean that tried there. He was kind, but..."

Luke: "But...?"

Lawrence: "But he's an Archer. He won't come."

Luke: "Won't of his own volition or won't because you will not be inviting him?"

Lawrence: "Because he'd be the only one. I don't expect Aidan to say yes, or any of them if Ronan isn't invited."

Luke: "I honestly don't know. It would be up to them." He sipped his tea and set it down, offering a hand to Lawrence, "I think the very fact that you're considering inviting Sean is a very brave and beautiful thing."

Lawrence: The hand was given a quick study. Luke should have known by now; the hand wouldn't be taken. His usual gestures of kindness were reluctantly taken when given no other option.

"It's not the same as Ronan though, is it?"

Luke: That's fine. Instead, he brushed a thumb over Lawrence's face delicately, soothingly. The hand would soon encome away.

"You have already done so much more than anyone could possibly expect of you. I'm so proud of you. Your wedding is your day, Lawrence. It's a day marking the beginning of the future, so let it be about that. Allow it to be a gate into the future you want. Only invitate the people you want to be part of your life from here onwards."

Lawrence: So much more, Luke said. His friend allowed weight to rest in the palm of his hand, but only for a moment before removing himself from his benevolent touch.

"First and foremost the wedding is Gina's. It's a celebration of our union and my promise for everyone to witness." He hesitated. "Do you know where Sean is today?"

Luke: "Why is the wedding hers? It takes two, sweetheart." He checked the date and time on his watch and nodded, "Yes, he'll be at Pete's, I believe."

Lawrence: "It's just what they are now. All eyes on the joyous woman. The day women don dresses fit for a queen. She - You and Bronwyn MacAllister are the only ones going to be there for me. I don't mind."

Luke: Luke smiled, tilting his head. "A queen... dedicating herself to a king. I imagine...  a crown upon your head would look... perfect." Hm. "Have you already invited Aidan?"

Lawrence: Oh. Such a statement caused the hybrid to blush. "You're too much," said Lawrence, turning back to face head on. "I didn't think it appropriate until sorting this out."

Luke: Ah. "I apologise." Beautiful. "That makes complete sense. Um... honestly, Lawrence. It all comes down to what will make you happy and feel comforted. Would seeing Sean there to support you make you happy?"

Lawrence: "Only," another dreary sigh, "after I talk to him." His warmed cheeks were rubbed of blush. "Should do it today. The longer it lingers the more I'll overthink."

Luke: Luke nodded, "Also, I imagine that if you wanted him to sing or perform something I'm sure he'd do it for free. But that might be... getting ahead of ourselves." He smiled gently.

Lawrence: "Way ahead. I'll finish up here and ... head over there."

Luke: The angel nodded and drink more of his tea. "I hope I was of some help?"

Lawrence: "You always are."

Luke: Luke's smile seemingly made him glow. "That makes me happy to hear."

Lawrence: That damn smile. Almost the same as his wife's. Oh. Fiancée's. "What else you have planned today?"

Luke: "There was an injured bird I wanted to check on but aside from that I was probably just going to spend some time with Fletcher at the pawn shop. Did you want me to come with you to see Sean, is that why you're asking?"

Lawrence: "No. Just asking. In case I need to find you afterward." The chair was tucked in, jacket thrown on.

"I'll let you know what happens."

Luke: Luke stood to see Lawrence out, "Don't hesitate to call, sweetheart."

Lawrence: "And you, angel, don't worry about it. It'll be fine no matter how it's sorted." He squeezed Luke's arm in goodbye, heading out the back for the pub.

Luke: He smiled and walked Lawrence to the door. The hybrid would soon find Sean sat alone watching the stage, sipping a drink at his leisure. Sash was out with his brother somewhere, so he was enjoying some time to himself... and not constantly checking his phone. Definitely not doing that.

Lawrence: Lawrence stood in the small open foyer and shook off the cold. His jacket was folded over his forearm. He could still smell his fiancée's perfume from that morning. Something with cucumber, he assumed, or grapefruit. He had been recovering from a cold, which meant suffering all of 12 hours. He assumed it was...whatever he was, doing whatever it had to do.

Sean was spotted almost immediately. He, much like Luke, seemed to attract attention for some reason or another. His youth or vibrant aura, he couldn't place. Some things just weren't that important to ruminate.

"I was told you'd be here," he said in greeting.

Sean: The familiar voice had Sean standing, smiling. "Lawrence, hey. You came lookin' for me?" He glanced around to locate a waitress, raising a hand politely to signal them over. "Take a seat, it's empty." The chair opposite was gestured to.

Lawrence: "Thank you." The seat was pulled out, jacket draped over the back as Sean's waitress approached.

"Hi, yes. Gin and tonic, please."

He made himself comfortable.

"Are you waiting your turn?"

Sean: Sean shook his head as he sat too, "Nah, I've already been up. Did you come t'see me play? Sorry, brother."

Lawrence: "Oh, uh, no. I stopped by just to talk." And now that he was here, he couldn't being himself to ask. Not yet.

Sean: "Yeah?" Sean smiled at that, his calm and easy-going nature would not be sacrificed. No matter the guilt he truly felt, he would not allow it to ruin him. "I'm honoured. Your drinks are on me tonight, brother."

Lawrence: "That's not necessary, really." He didn't feel it fair, given the inevitable conversation they would have.

Sean: "No, c'mon, it's okay."

Lawrence: "You know I'm getting married in a few days..."

Sean: "Yeah, I heard! It's amazin', I'm so happy for you, Lawrence. I really hope good things are comin' your way."

Lawrence: "Do you?"

Sean: Confusion made his smile fade. "Of course I do, Lawrence. You deserve so much. I know your kid will bring you happiness," he tapped his chest over his heart, "I can feel it."

Lawrence: He realized, watching his smile fade, that there was no graceful way to ask what was burdening his thoughts.

"Why didn't you stop him that night?" he quietly asked.

Sean: "What d'you mean, Lawrence? I wasn't there when it happened, how could I stop him?"

Lawrence: "When I left...I was brought back. That was him, wasn't it?"

Sean: "I'm confused... I'm sorry, what d'you mean?"

Lawrence: "You watched me leave. I was out. I was forced back. I tried to leave again and...no one stopped Mason. I wasn't allowed peace. You were there, Sean. You knew and I didn't tell you anything. You just knew. I saw it in your eyes. I-"

Lawrence leaned back and forced a smile as their waitress reappeared.

Sean: Sean smiled at her too, thanking her with a little nod before returning to seriousness.

"Lawrence... I honestly don't know why I made t'get involved at all. If you ask me, I shouldn't have been there. It was private, personal. How could someone you don't even know well be called in for a situation like that? It was an uncomfortable... thing." He sipped his drink, voice calm and low, "I was scared for you. I didn't want what happened t'be somethin' that... lingered. You... deserve closure an' peace. I'll answer any questions you have for me, it's okay. Don't worry about me, jus' ask."

Lawrence: "...I don't know what to ask. All I feel is you. I can't explain it. You're all that lingers from that night. I expect a vampire to do evil. Ronan...is a wild creature. I can't...trust him. I probably never should have. That was my fault. My past self is broken. I expect nothing virtuous from that part of me. You're all that remains."

Sean: Oh.

That broke Sean's heart.

"I'm not perfect, Lawrence. I did all I could think to do. I... went after you, I tried to offer... myself to you. Comfort, conversation, whatever you needed. But not everyone needs the same thing, y'know? I didn't want to suffocate you if what you needed was space, I didn't want to leave you alone if what you needed was to be chased. I didn't know you well, please understand that I... from my brothers I've seen how different people can be when it comes to what they need in a difficult time, it's hard knowing what people need sometimes. It isn't as simple as you're imagining. I cared about you, I wanted to do what was best for you, but I'm not perfect, I'm not a mind reader. How could I know how to be good for you?"

Lawrence: The hybrid swallowed. His mouth was a desert. He was a fool. He swallowed down his drink and forced a smile.

"It was a mistake to come here and bother you with this. I'm sorry."

Money was pulled from his wallet and placed on the table.

"Um, give Ronan my best next time you see him. I should go."

Sean: "What? Hey, no, sit down, stay. Please. Please? Please stay?" He picked up the money and held it back out for Lawrence to take. "I'm not bothered at all, I'm really glad you came. I really appreciate you comin' t'me about this, it must've been hard."

Lawrence: He was embarrassed. He asked too much of this man. Sean was right; they were nothing more than strangers. He cared too easily for people. He realized during Sean's explanation the error of his ways. It must have been his youth, only a few years in existence. A world of knowledge on his shoulders, and still naive. He couldn't bear to look at this man.

"It's nothing. Just a misunderstanding. Really. I need to go home."

Sean: "Lawrence... did you come here t'tell me not t'come t'your weddin'?" It had been his opening statement...

Lawrence: "It's not - It's nothing for you to trouble or concern yourself with. I'm sure you'll have better things to do. Thank you for this. It's been...what I needed to hear."

Sean: "What? Don't run from me now, Lawrence. It's okay, jus' be honest. I'd love to come, but if you don't want me there then I respect that an' I'm still ridiculously happy for you."

Lawrence: This man suddenly seemed too nice.

"I have to go," he repeated. He did not bother to wear his jacket. It was held over his arm. He should have never come. Why had he allowed Luke to convince him otherwise? No. This was his own fault. The blame was his own. He would walk out the door, and force himself to own his mistake. He had been stupid. He had allowed a vampire to touch him; he had allowed himself to trust a man whose house he cleaned, an association by his broken half; he had blindly assumed a kind face would care for him as equally as he did for him. They were all strangers.

"Goodbye, Sean." He headed for the door.

Sean: Again, Sean didn't know what to do. He had asked Sean why he hadn't chased before, why he hadn't helped before, was that still the case? Did Lawrence want him to go after him? Did Lawrence want to talk more, or did he want to be left alone? Sean had no idea and he felt guilty and pained and heartbroken.

His body and mind were torn and before he knew it money was on the table and his own jacket was grabbed and out the door he was going. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice. If Lawrence didn't feel the same way this time around, then fine, but he wasn't going to risk it. He'd happily take Lawrence's anger.

Lawrence: He was out the door before he realized the tread of footsteps behind him.

"What are you doing, Mr. Archer?"

Sean: "I'm not leavin' you alone again. Unless... you /tell/ me that's what you want and you genuinely mean it, I'm not leavin' you."

Lawrence: "I'm not a suicidal threat, nor am I a charity case. You're not on the hook for anything and I apologize for having you think so. I'm fine. I swear."

Sean: "I don't think that... I..." He ran a hand over his shaved head, the prickles tickled his palm. "I don't want us t'leave on bad terms. Even if you decide never to talk t'me or Ronan again jus'... don't leave it like that."

Lawrence: "Don't leave it like what?" He couldn't bring himself to halt. If he did, he would have to face the man, and right now he was weak.

Sean: "Don't leave it like an open wound."

Lawrence: "Don't flatter yourself." Shit. The hybrid came to a halt. "I apologize. That was uncalled for. I'm sorry."

Sean: "I-" Sean stopped too. "Don't worry about it, Lawrence. If you've made up your mind that's okay, I don't wanna corner you. I hope you an' Gina have a good life. May... may the wind be always at your back an' the warm rays of sun fall upon your home." He smiled weakly, "See you around, I guess."

Lawrence: No, you don't - "You don't understand," he swallowed. "I -" Shut up, Atlas. "Thank you. I hope things work out for you and Sash Traxler."

Sean: ... What?

"Thanks, me too." After a moment Sean nodded and slowly turned to retreat back to Pete's.

Lawrence: The thought he had was fleeting. Another form of embarrassment, and one he dared not utter. The profound and horrific understanding of why it was Sean and Sean alone had occupied his thoughts. His smile, his kindness, his genuine self in all things, including his chase.

He was to be married. He would not dignify the fantasy, the mere idea...

His eyes fell to his feet. Leave it. Quiet. Still. He will be out of sight in just a moment.

He breathed in deeply.

He loved Gina. Sean...had been a crush. Nothing more.

Sean: Sean would take a seat and bring out his phone, messaging Sash to say he hoped he was having a better day than him... followed by about a million different heart emojis.

All he had what was he had been given, and all he could take it as was... he wasn't enough. His personality was the problem. He had been trusted and he had broken that trust. Lawrence hated him and wanted him out of his life because he was a terrible person. No matter how hard he tried... he should probably just leave being kind to people like Luke.

Lawrence: {Text: Luke} I'm absolutely awful and I don't think he'll ever speak to me again. It's for the best. This day needs to end. {Text} I'm going to have three pints of gin and sleep. Cheers.

{Text via Sash} I'll be back soon. Want me to come over? :kissing_closed_eyes:

Luke: {Text: Lawrence} What happened? I'm sure you weren't awful.

{Text: Sashykins} PLEASE :sob::sob::sob::sparkling_heart::sparkling_heart::heart_exclamation:️:heart_exclamation:️:heart_exclamation:️:revolving_hearts::revolving_hearts::revolving_hearts::heartpulse::heartpulse:

Lawrence: {Text: Luke} I was. I need to go to confession or something.

{Text via Sash} That bad baby? :broken_heart:

{Text via Sash} Let's go get vhrders when I'm back :two_hearts::hamburger::fries::bacon::revolving_hearts:

{Text via Sash} Burgers*

Luke: {Text} Given that I'm an angel, I'm happy to help you with that. I can be in angel form so that it feels less like you're talking to me.

{Text} If by burgers you mean naked yeah let's get burgers :sob:

{Text} :sparkling_heart::sparkling_heart::sweat::sweat: Am I a piece of shit? Be honest...

Lawrence: {Text: Luke} You're friends with Sean. I don't think it would be appropriate.

{Text via Sash} You ate the last Kit-Kat bar, so yeah. :anger:

Luke: {Text} I pass no judgement. I don't want you to feel burdened. Bring your drink here and we can share?

{Text} wow...

{Text} You always know how to make me feel better,  angelo :sparkling_heart::sparkling_heart:

Lawrence: {Text: Luke} I've already gone past the pawn shop. I'm going home. {Text: Luke} I assumed too much of him. It was wrong of me. I'm a stranger to him and I expected him to help me. {Text: Luke} I didn't think through my emotions and I've embarrassed myself. That's all.

{Text via Sash} :kiss::black_heart::gift_heart::two_hearts::sparkling_heart::honey_pot:

Luke: {Text} Would you like me to come to you?

{Text} Lawrence... it's not a bad thing to hope someone will be kind to you. You haven't embarrassed yourself at all, you just acted as a person would. In fact, I truly hope you do not lose the trait of expecting people will treat you well. You deserve that.

{Text} Did something happen?

Lawrence: {Text: Luke} I'll be fine. If anything see to Sean. He's gone back to the pub. {Text: Luke} I'll call you tomorrow.

Luke: {Text} Lawrence...

Gosh, what else could he say? ... Nothing. He couldn't say anything. Luke sighed and rubbed his face. He sent a text to Sean, who soon responded stating that he was very, very confused, but that everything was okay. Sash Would look after him.

Sash: Sash would, because Sash was coming home. He wanted to know why Sean thought himself a piece of shit.

Sean: He'd be able to let himself in with his key to find Sean nursing a mug of warm tea, sweet and full of honey, as he watched Will and Grace.

Sash: 'All that's missing is twelve cats and a cardigan,' Sash said as soon as he dropped his bag at the door.

Sean: Sean smiled at the human, setting down his mug and opening up his arms. Come to me! My lap should be extra cosy since I'm sat with my legs crossed!

Sash: Sash climbed aboard, stretching and yawning obnoxiously. Cozy. He would give this a minute before turning sideways in his lap.

'What's up?'

Sean: Arms wrapped around the other, hugging him close, hands still warm from his drink. No response just yet, only a nuzzle.

Sash: Ah ah. 'You can't be blind and me deaf. It just won't work.'

Sean: He looked up when he felt movement. Fair enough. He'll just pout, then.

'Kiss me?'

Sash: Fine. A kiss to his lips, but too quick to savor.

Sean: Sean appreciated it regardless.

'How was your day, angelo?'

Sash: 'Alright. Now your turn.'

Sean: 'Not great. How is Q?' Sean wouldn't mind going back and forth like this.

Sash: 'Trying to convince me to invest in stock. How's your brothers?'

Sean: 'They're okay. Aidan wants to meet you. What kind of stock?'

Sash: 'Mutual funds. Why does he want to meet me?'

Sean: 'Because you're important to me and he's trying to be supportive. Are you going to do it?'

Sash: 'It means taking his money. What have you told him about me?'

Sean: 'What were my exact words...? I told hin that you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen, and that everything you do makes my chest fill with warmth and love.' that was actually the shorter version.

Sash: 'Except when you steal my Kit-Kats,' he grinned. 'So why do you feel like shit?'

Sean: His smile faded.

'Someone came to find me at Pete's today. They've made me question... myself.'

Sash: 'They went to a pub just to talk shit on you?'

Sean: 'I don't think that's why he came. Not initially... or maybe - I don't know.' he rubbed his face, 'He, Ronan and Matheus got into an argument a while ago and I was brought into the middle of it. I barely knew him at the time but I guess Ronan needed me. He left and I went after him but it seemed like he just wanted to be alone so I went back to Ronan. It was... such a confusing night. He came to me today, telling me he's getting married soon. He asked me why I didn't find him, why I didn't care for him. I explained that I barely knew him, how was I meant to know what he needed? He automatically said it was a mistake to see me. He apologised and then started to leave. I tried to get him to stay and talk to me but he just took off. Said it had been what he'd needed to hear. This time... I felt so guilty I went after him, like I guess I should have before. He kept saying he was fine, he's fine, I said I didn't want to... leave things badly and he told me not to flatter myself. I tried to do what was right, I told him I wished him and his girl the best. He told me I didn't understand. The whole thing... What don't I understand? It was so confusing, Sash. It was like I was only part of half the conversation. It was like... he was asking me something I couldn't hear.'

Sash: Sash listened quietly, followed every nuance of sign and ever part of Sean's lips. He replayed the story over again and scoffed.

'He's about to marry?'

Sean: Sean nodded.

Sash: 'I don't think anyone says shit like that unless they want closure. I think he liked you. Is he actually straight?'

Sean: 'Liked me?' Sean had to think for a moment. Straight? 'No, I don't think so. But you can want closure from someone you don't have feelings for.'

Sash: 'Maybe,' he shrugged. 'Maybe he's just a dick and put him out of your thoughts.'

Sean: 'But... I can't help but feel like he must've been thinking about that all this time. He's been thinking that in that whole room he didn't have a single person he could trust. He's been believing that I'm some cold heartless person... and maybe I did act that way...'

Sash: '...What was the argument about?'

Sean: 'Boundaries.' he sighed and moved fingers through Sash's hair, 'I hope you know that I always try my best for you. Even if I make the wrong decisions sometimes, I only do it because I think it's right.'

Sash: 'Why are you saying that?' Come on, Sash, he thought. Be smart here. 'Does he know that guy's a vampire?'

Sean: 'He knows everything. Sash, is that what's important now? I'm trying to talk to you.'

Sash: 'I'm trying to understand the beginning of it. You said it was boundaries, and it was with a vampire. He's upset with you. The pieces are all there. I don't fucking know.'

Sean: 'What-' he groaned, moving a hand to rub his eyes. 'The beginning isn't important, otherwise I would've already explained it.'

Sash: How could it not be? He shrugged, shifting to the side, allowing himself to spill onto the couch.

'I think I see a pattern, but whatever.'

Sean: 'What pattern?' talk to me. Help me.

Sash: 'What does it matter? What are you trying to talk to me about?'

Sean: Lips part but he soon shuts his mouth. No, he's too exhausted for this.

'Forget it.' the DVD was paused and he stood. Maybe he should take a nap.

Sash: "We both left," he said out loud. He hated having to resort to his voice. He didn't mind speaking; he'd done so perfectly for thirteen years, but when choice was removed? Irritating. He wondered if Sean's brother felt the same.

Sean: The sound took him aback.

Oh.

"You mean... you an' him both walked away from me?"

Sash: 'Walked away from something. That vampire was involved both times. That's the pattern. That's all I was trying to say.'

Sean: "You walked away from me, Sash. Not Matheus. I... I'm tired. I'm gonna go to bed."

Sash: You let him hunt me. Saying so seemed useless. Sean was already in a mood. His best bet was to let him be. He needed space when pissed or overwhelmed, surely Sean needed his space like anyone else.

"M'gonna go to Q's." He stood and headed for his bag.

Sean: "... Fine." So much for Sash making him feel better. He'll have to collide with his mattress and hide under covers.

Sash: What the hell else was he supposed to do? He wasn't going to chase. Sean said he was going to bed, so he took him at his word. Now he was thinking about the apartment across the hall.

{Text: Q} Coming over

Sean: Sean would do as he had said, nap the pain away. He'd wake up to an empty apartment realising his tea had been forgotten with Sash's words playing in his head.

I think he liked you.

Maybe he's just a dick and put him out of your thoughts.

He rubbed his face. It hadn't been about Lawrence at all, not really. It was more about how he treated those around him... and... clearly he didn't treat Sash well, or he'd be there.

Before he could really think he was calling Luke, and before Luke could say very much Sean was crying.

Priority was getting Sean to calm down, then to talk things out. The conclusion was... message them both. If your actions are what's concerning you, act differently.

Sniffling, he hung up.

{Text: Sashykins} I'm sorry. I hope you're okay. I love you.

{Text: Lawrence} Hey... This is Sean. I know how we left things and that's okay. Just block my number or don't reply, I won't double text you trying to get your attention or anything. I just wanted to... I don't know. Maybe talking over text is easier than face to face? If you want to, that is. We don't have to. It isn't up to me but I'd like us to... Just letting you know I'm okay with this option if you ever decide you want to talk. It's up to you.

Sash: Sash was splayed over the leather couch in Q's tiny living room. His brother was disgusted, but saying nothing. Earlier that day, Q had purchased a case of Dogfish Head. It was revolting to say the least, but Sash was downing it anyway because aside from sparkling water and grapefruit juice, the ale was his only option. Dark ale, pale ale, they all tasted like piss.

The vibration on his stomach was a welcome relief from daydreaming. He paused long enough to read the name.

{Text: Sean} I'm okay. Just worried about you. Feeling better?

Lawrence glanced to his phone. Just hours felt like days. He turned his phone upside down and made a cup of coffee. He returned minutes later with black coffee with cream. He stared at the device again.

{Text via Lawrence} Why are you putting so much effort into this, Sean?

Sean: {Text: Sashykins} Not sure... I think I'm just being dramatic. I need to CHILLL :triumph::triumph::triumph:

{Text: Lawrence} Because you're a person and don't deserve what happened

{Text} It wasn't your fault, I hope you know that

Sash: {Text: Sean} You're gay. It's the law? Fucking duh. :kissing_closed_eyes:

{Text via Lawrence} Of course it was my fault. I asked for something from people I shouldn't have trusted. You're not under any obligation to treat me differently because of what happened then or now. I asked too much of you by expecting anything.

Sean: {Text} ... Good point I guess :sob::sob::sparkling_heart::sparkling_heart:

To Lawrence, though, he didn't really know how to respond. He spent a while staring at his screen and tapping his phone.

{Text} It's not your fault that someone broke your trust. It's not your fault that someone didn't treat you properly. It's not your fault that what you wanted wasn't respected. Never think that's your fault, it's not. It's not your fault, Lawrence.

Sash: {Text: Sean} Want me to come back, or want to come here? Q's about to go to work

It was now Lawrence's turn to stare at his phone. Where the hell were these words the night he needed them?

{Text via Lawrence} I don't need this anymore. Thank you, though.

Sean: {Text} I'll come to you, change of scenery might be good.

... Oh. Sean rubbed his face. How did he tell Lawrence he isn't alone? How did he tell Lawrence that he knows how it feels? How does he tell Lawrence that he's been through something so similar and he didn't want it to damage Lawrence the way it did his family?

{Text} Okay.

{Text} I'll be here whenever you want. Bye.

Sash: {Text: Sean} See you soon babycakes :blue_heart:

Lawrence couldn't think of anything else to say. He couldn't pinpoint where Sean wanted this to go. He shouldn't have mentioned anything to anyone. He should have swallowed this down and left it in the pit of his stomach.

Sean: Sean got ready to leave and decided to take a little detour. He'd go by the pawn shop on the off chance of bumping into Luke on the way to Sash.

Fletcher: Fletcher turned the page of his newspaper and readjusted in his swivel stool behind the counter.

"Sean's walkin' over," he called out.

Luke: What? "Directly to us?" No, just passing by.

Fletcher: "Dunno yet. Headin' this way, though. Want me t'stop him?"

Luke: "I... something happened between him and Lawrence. Did you see any of it?"

Fletcher: Fletcher smiled to himself. "Nah. I'll keep an eye on him if ya want."

Luke: "Please do... I'm worried about him and Lawrence. I don't feel like I have a proper grasp on the situation."

Fletcher: "You can't fix everything, angel. People gotta figure shit out on their own a lotta the time. It's Sean. He'll be okay."

Luke: "... But..." Luke sighed, "perhaps I'm taking it a little personally, as it's my two close friends... Sean is practically family."

Fletcher: "Sean's a smart guy. Whatever it is, he'll resolve it 'fore ya know it. Now c'mere 'fore I get another customer."

Luke: Luke slinked closer, "Hm?"

Fletcher: His lap was patted. Closer, angel mine.

Luke: The blond smiled and glanced around, "Aren't you brave, Mr. Goodman."

Fletcher: "S'my shop. I dare someone t'say shit."

Luke: Eyes playfully roll before he takes a seat on Fletcher's lap. "Hello, there."

Fletcher: "Hey there, sailor. What brings ya my way?"

Luke: "Oh... I was just in the neighbourhood. My feet started to hurt and I thought I should take a seat somewhere comfortable..."

Fletcher: "This here be a mighty comfortable seat ya found," he grinned.

Luke: Arms wrapped around Fletcher's neck.

"Indeed, I'm very lucky... although, I can't help but think I don't like the material."

Fletcher: "Got a problem with flannel, huh? We gotta see t'that after I flip that Open sign."

Luke: "You'd flip it for lil' ol' me?"

Fletcher: "I will in thirty minutes," he laughed. "Can the fabric wait that long?"

Luke: "Maybe..." He'll aimlessly stroke the bare skin of Fletcher's neck in the meantime.

Fletcher: And his Samsa would all but purr. No, not a purr. That rumble in his chest was more akin to a growl.

Luke: How could Luke resist? He lowered to claim those lips, sighing in pleasure.

Fletcher: The angel would feel two demanding hands on his rear, massaging his muscles with gusto.

"Been thirty minutes yet?" he managed between breaths.

Luke: "I think so." He smiled against the other's mouth.

Fletcher: "Lyin' is a goddamn sin," he grinned.

Luke: "... Hush." He laughed, taking it upon himself to bite Fletcher's lower lip.

Meanwhile, Sean was knocking on Q's door.

Sash: A knock? Sash would hear no knock, but luckily Q was heading out the door, nearly colliding with his newest guest.

"Fuck! Oh, Christ, man. Hey!"

Sean: Sean jerked back. "Hey, you okay?"

Q: "Just scared the hell outta me," he laughed. The door was swung wider. "Go on in. I'm heading to work. Don't burn the place down."

Sean: "We'll try." But things tend to get pretty fiery... So... He entered, instantly searching for Sash.

Sash: Sash was exactly as he'd been during texts, still spread over the couch with empty beer cans scattered around him.

Sean: Oh dear. "How much did he drink?"

Sash: Sash blinked several times. "Me?" Q was already pulling away. Together and alone again.

Sean: He sighed. "I was jus' talkin' to myself..." He knelt down beside the other, kissing his lips gently.

Sash: Good. Sash sighed into the kiss and stretched. "I'm not drunk. I'm fine. You?"

Sean: Sean shrugged, kicking off his shoes and jacket to get on Sash's lap.

Sash: "That bad?" Climb aboard. His hands went to rest on Sean's thighs.

Sean: He nodded, frowning.

Sash: 'What's up?'

Sean: 'Why are you with me?'

Sash: The human blinked. 'Why are you asking?'

Sean: He scratched his jaw. 'I guess I'm just looking for comfort. It's okay, forget I asked.'

Sash: 'You want to hear that I love you?'

Sean: Sean shook his head, 'Not that, I know you're not there and that's okay. I think I was... trying to... figure it out. What about me is bad and what about me is good. If that makes sense... I don't think it does.'

Sash: Is this about us or that rando, he wondered.

'I wish you chased me instead of a vampire. We didn't agree on sex in the beginning, or relationships, but now look at us. I only have one complaint, and it's the chase. You're...' he gestured over him, 'perfect.'

Sean: Again with the chasing...

Sean scoffed, incredulous and almost bitter. 'That can't be true, nobody is.'

Sash: 'You're 99%,' he grinned.

Sean: He smiled weakly. 'Is that one percent what I am? What my family is?'

Sash: His smile faltered, though his features remained gentle.

'I don't know if I'll ever have a handle on it.'

Sean: 'Doesn't it make you want to not be with me?'

Sash: 'No.'

Sean: His heart pounded at that answer. Surely, his surprise and relief was evident on his face.

Sash: Just a simple tap of fingers caused that expression? 'Did I break you? Where's the reboot button?' He began to feel around Sean's ribs and spine.

Sean: That expression became one with a beaming smile. Have a strong, deep kiss.

Sash: He would feel laughter against his lips, and an eager tongue slip between their mouths. There was his man, back in form.

Sean: Hm... since they're alone... uhh... might as well... get naked, right? Sash won't mind if he started to pull away clothes, right?

Sash: Sash wouldn't mind one bit, if only he was allowed to give the same treatment to the reaper. His reaper.

Lawrence tossed the keys to his truck on the kitchen counter. He followed the sound of music and feminine humming. His wife to be. He counted the days with every step closer to her and the relief he knew she would bring.

"How's my little family?"

Gina: Gina was sitting on their bed, surrounded by what appeared to be every pair of shoes that she owned.

Her face lit up as Lawrence entered. “Hey, sweetie! We’re trying to decide what shoes to wear with my dress. Thoughts?” She held up a pair of strappy sandals with a low heel.

Lawrence: Staring, Lawrence leaned against the door frame. "How long is the dress?" he asked, crossing his arms.

Gina: "Floor length."

Lawrence: "The simple ones. Just...my opinion."

Gina: She looked around for the sandals she'd been considering earlier. They were pale gold wedges with a simple, lovely ankle strap. "These? Or those gladiator looking ones with the tassle?"

Lawrence: "Tassles?" he laughed. "You need the service of a female friend. I can't help you here, baby."

Gina: "Of course you can! You're the one I'm marrying, you get equal say."

Lawrence: "Then please, criticize my outfit, too."

Gina: "It's perfect and you look amazing in it."

Lawrence: "No, no. At least one critique."

Gina: "Don't tuck your shirt in."

Lawrence: Mortified. "Beg pardon, ma'am?"

Gina: Gina laughed. "Don't tuck your shirt in. You look more beachy that way."

Lawrence: "You're all the beachy I need."

Gina: "Aww." She reached both arms toward him. "C'mere."

Lawrence: He obeyed her gesture, making room on the side of the bed and kissing her neck. "Long day. How was yours?"

Gina: Gina hummed softly, immediately wrapping her arms around him and pulling him as close as she could. "I'm sorry, baby. Mine was boring and uneventful until the shoe situation presented itself."

Lawrence: "Is our little fish treating you well?" Fingers brushed over her belly.

Gina: "Very well," she sighed happily, nuzzling him. "It makes me so happy that we can actually see him now."

Lawrence: "Him? Do you know something that I don't?"

Gina: "Nope. Just feels like a him today. Yesterday it felt like a her."

Lawrence: "What is the pattern of reason here?"

Gina: "Don't think there is one. Depends on the vibe of the day."

Lawrence: "...Are you ready to marry me, Gina?"

Gina: She smiled and lifted a hand to his cheek. "Completely."

Lawrence: "You're marrying a recluse." He didn't...feel that he used to be.

Gina: "I'm marrying the man I love, and I love him for exactly who he is."

Lawrence: "Exactly? I'm not perfect, Ms. Lawson."

Gina: "I'm not interested in perfect. It's just a word, an illusion. I'm interested in /you/, Lawrence. I want to spend my life and raise this baby with you."

Lawrence: "I...I'm overwhelmed to this day."

Gina: Gina kissed him gently and laid back against the pillows. "Come listen to our baby. Let's do nothing for a while."

Lawrence: "Doing nothing is just what I need." More shoes were removed from his path before settling in with an ear to her uterus.

"Hey there, little fish."

Gina: It was still too early for them to feel proper kicks from the baby, but there was no denying the flutter of life inside her or the tiny heartbeat that kept it going.

Gina buried a hand in Lawrence’s hair, idly massaging his head and trying to melt away whatever stress had plagued him today.

“Hey...” she said softly.

Lawrence: "Hey." His voice barely carried. His eyes long since shut. His body demanded sleep which was fought for the sake of hygiene and not trapping Gina on the bed.

Gina: “You can nap if you want. Might join you.”

Lawrence: "Have you ate?"

Gina: “Had a snack before I left the inn.”

Lawrence: "You went to the inn?"

Gina: “For a few hours, yeah.”

Lawrence: "Everything is fine. I swear."

Gina: “It’s better than fine. It’s running like a dream. Just wanted to get out of the house, see the spot where we’re getting married.”

Lawrence: "Are you certain about the location?"

Gina: Gina nodded. “Absolutely. It’s pretty and private and clean. What about you?”

Lawrence: "It's starting to cool, is all. Been keeping an eye on the weather."

Gina: “I’ve got the outdoor heaters if it gets too cool for comfort.”

Lawrence: "If it worsens, we could use the inn itself."

Gina: “We could! If we end up having to, should we set up in the living room or the dining room?”

Lawrence: "The lounge first, then the dining room?"

Gina: “Sounds good. We can place the arch in front of the big picture window if need be.”

Lawrence: "Good. A backup plan puts me at ease." His arm wrapped carefully around her waist.

Gina: “Good.” She pulled him close. “And you resting would do the same for me.”

Lawrence: "I am resting."

Gina: “Actual resting. Like taking a nap.”

Lawrence: "Fine, fine. Nap, then." He crawled up just enough to rest his head by her shoulder. Whatever kind of nap this would be, so late in the day, meant little. His waking would not be for himself but for her well-being. Gina would need a proper meal and not a midnight craving, which would be why she'd eventually wake to the smell of herbs and grilled chicken.

Gina: Gina’s sleep came right on the tail of Lawrence’s. She didn’t so much as stir when his warmth disappeared and his weight made the bed shift.

Only the smell of food—and their little fish’s hunger—could pull her from her dreams and take her downstairs.

Lawrence: She would find her fiancé humming along with Jimi Hendrix. Grilled herb crusted chicken was currently being sliced and placed over saffron rice with a side of green beans.

Gina: Gina made her way downstairs, following the music and the scent of cooking and watching her husband to be from the doorway for a few moments before coming up and wrapping her arms around him from behind.

“Smells good,” she said, nuzzling her face against his neck. “So do you.”

Lawrence: "I smell like herbs," he smiled. "Did I wake you, or did little fish?"

Gina: “Little fish and the smell of food. Whatcha make?”

Lawrence: "Just herb chicken, rice, and green beans. Old fashioned meal I know won't upset your stomach."

Gina: “Mmmm, that sounds good. I think we’re over the morning sickness hump. Still can’t stand the smell of milk though.”

Lawrence: "No milk in this. Olive oil, saffron, oregano, lemon, salt and pepper..." he shrugged. "I'm no chef. I'm making it up as I go."

Gina: “If I’ve learned anything from Chef’s Table, that’s exactly what makes you a chef.”

Lawrence: "They've been to culinary school. I watch you watching cooking shows."

Gina: “Not all of them. Some just start cooking.” Gina kissed the back of Lawrence’s neck.

Lawrence: "Cleaning, cooking...you're marrying a butler."

Gina: "You are not a butler. You're a handsome, talented, tidy, debonair man."

Lawrence: "That loves taking care of people. It's okay to call me what I am," he laughed.

Gina: "You're a nurturer. Very different." She placed another kiss on his neck.

Lawrence: "I suppose. I don't think I do a very good job with everyone."

Gina: "You do a wonderful job. No pregnant woman has ever been under better care than me."

Lawrence: A sweet thought from a gentle woman. He simply smiled in reply.

"Come. Sit and eat. I'll get you something to drink."

Gina: One more kiss. "Lemonade please!"

Lawrence: Another laugh. "Yes, ma'am."

Her plate was placed on the table, drink to follow. They would eat in peace. He would say nothing of his afternoon with Sean Archer, his thoughts and mistakes. He would so his best to live in the present, mentally preparing himself for their upcoming nuptials.

Gina: As always, Lawrence was given much praise for his cooking. He could say he wasn’t a chef all he wanted but Gina knew better; everything he made was amazing.

“Oh, my mom finally told me when their flight is getting in. Should we have her and my dad and grandpa stay here or at the inn?”

Lawrence: "Well," he swallowed down his rice. "There's only one proper guest bedroom. I don't know about having your grandfather stay in what's now an office. Besides, you wake up three times a night, midnight cravings, maybe you get sick again. Are you comfortable with that around them?" He didn't know them well enough to say, so he would toss ideas and let her determine.

Gina: Gina nodded as Lawrence spoke. "That's true." Had she apologized lately for waking Lawrence so much? She did again. "Maybe I'll put them up in our two best rooms instead. Or maybe I should ask?"

Lawrence: "Can't apologize. You're making lungs, feet, a brain. A whole little person." His only semi-complaint would have to be her sudden desire to hog the bed.

"Just ask them. Maybe your mother wants to feel helpful with your pregnancy. Clearly she has experience."

Gina: "Then I'll apologize for eating the rest of the mashed potatoes last week at 4 in the morning."

Another nod. "Also a good point. I'll text her when we finish dinner."

Lawrence: "It was my best recipe," he lamented with feigned offense.

Gina: "And you wanted to have the leftovers for lunch." Don't try to deny it, she knows it's true!

Lawrence: "I wanted them with shrimp. Now it's gone forever. I'll never be able to make them again." Might as well have fun with it.

Gina: "You joke but I saw the sad look on your face."

Lawrence: "I'll make more tomorrow."

Gina: "And this time I promise I'll leave you some for your lunch."

Lawrence: "Not a worry. I'll be cubing about eight potatoes tomorrow."

Gina: "Want some help?"

Lawrence: "I want you to rest."

Gina: "I can sit while I cube the potatoes."

Lawrence: "...Alright."

Gina: Gina smiled. "Helping you cook isn't much of a strain. I can still see my toes."

Lawrence: He couldn't help but smile at that. "You're the most beautiful pregnant woman the world will ever see."

Gina: "Even if my feet swell to the size of footballs and I get covered in stretch marks from head to toe?"

Lawrence: "Have they not already swollen?"

Gina: "Nope, not yet. That joy comes in a couple months."

Lawrence: "And you'll be beautiful then, too."

Gina: Gina smiled. What on earth had she done to deserve this man? She could still hardly believe their wedding was in a few days.

"I love you," she said softly, scooting her chair around so she could snuggle against him while they finished eating.

Lawrence: Lawrence considered writing a checklist of their wedding day. Did they have everything? Was everyone paid accordingly? He knew Gina had already covered every base, but still he was apprehensive.

Today would be flawless...he hoped.

"Gina," he called, "are you okay?"

Gina: The combined efforts of Laura and Gina's mother had failed to convince Gina to spend the day/night before the wedding away from Lawrence, but they had managed to convince the two of them to get ready in separate rooms.

"I'm fine, sweetie," she called back, smile evident in her voice. "What about you? Need help with your tie?"

Lawrence: "Are you allowed?" he called, knowing certain other women would be hearing their shouted conversation.

Gina: Lawrence was completely right.

"If he does I'll send your dad in!" came Gina's mother's voice, making Gina laugh.

Lawrence: "I'm alright, Mrs. Lawson," he chuckled. "Do you want some tea? How's your feet?"

Gina: "My feet are doing fine and Laura is bringing me some lemonade. And shortbread. I played the bride card."

Lawrence: "Good." One more check in the mirror. There was a knock on the bride's door. "Can I see my bride?"

Gina: Gina grinned, rushing to the door before Laura or her mother could stop them. She hadn't put on her dress yet for fear of spilling something on it but her hair and makeup were done. "Yes, you can."

Lawrence: He'd expected someone to put up a fight. When none came, the door was opened.

"Yes, perfect. Walk down the aisle just like that," he grinned.

Gina: She laughed and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him inside and quickly closing the door and locking it.

"Barefoot and in my robe?" she asked, kissing him before he could answer.

Lawrence: "Y-mm." Hello to you, too, my wife. Hands rested on her waist, slowly moving towards her barely pronounced belly. "Showing off our little fish. She wants to be seen, too."

Gina: "Ah, is she a girl today? She'll look lovely in my dress." More kisses.

"Regina! Is Lawrence in there?!"

Gina laughed as Laura tried the doorknob. "No!"

"Yes, he is! Open the door right now!"

Lawrence: "Oh, shit," Lawrence quietly laughed, covering his face to muffle the sound. "Just saying hi to my daughter, Laura."

Laura: "Don't you play the baby card, Lawrence Atlas. Ya'll are in there canoodling."

Lawrence: "So what if we're canoodling."

Laura: "I think ya'll misunderstand wedding rules."

"Our wedding has no rules," said Gina, smiling at her husband as she kissed him yet again.

Laura's long-suffering sigh was very audible, but so was her smile when she said, "I got your lemonade and cookies."

Lawrence: "Mm," one more kiss. "Why didn't you just say so?" Laura was invited in to witness flush pink cheeks and smiles.

Laura: Laura just smiled and shook her head at them as she came in and set a tray down. "You two are impossible."

Gina grinned. "Cheerfully so." She took a cookie for herself and offered one to Lawrence.

Lawrence: "What are these?" Yet he allowed her to feed him anyway.

Gina: "Laura's shortbread cookies. They're amazing," she added with a teasing grin at Laura.

Lawrence: "Good job, Laura." A piece was offered to Gina in return.

Laura: "Thank you," she said, seemingly having given up on shooing him out. She sat and finished her makeup. "You look nice."

"Doesn't he?" Gina's smile was permanently attached to her face. "Very handsome."

Lawrence: He would just ignore all of that, wiping crumbs from the side of his mouth. Handsome though he was, he didn't want to call attention upon it.

"Do you need help with your dress?"

Gina: "Yes but Laura can help me. That's one thing I do wanna keep a surprise."

Lawrence: He put on his best pout. "Alright, fine. I'll start seeing to your family if you want."

Gina: His best pout was soothed with a kiss. She couldn't seem to stop herself today.

"Yes, head on over to the inn with my grandpa and my mom. We'll be behind you."

Lawrence: "Alright." But one more kiss.

...Perhaps one more after that.

What if his hand slipped under her robe...?

Laura: What if his hand slipped? Laura was there to make sure a slip was as far as it went.

"Oh my god, you two are like teenagers! You'll see each other in like an hour!"

Lawrence: "That's an hour from now. That's much too long."

Gina: "Long? Might as well be a century," said Gina, shamelessly stealing another kiss.

"You'll live. Come on, Lawrence, time to go."

Lawrence: "Alright." One more for good luck. "See you soon, Mrs. Atlas."

Gina: "See you soon, Mr. Atlas. Sorry if my mom and my grandpa give you a hard time on the car ride."

Lawrence: "It's fine," he called back. Having to live with Mason Atlas, two concerned humans were tolerable.

Gina: "Don't be afraid to stand up to them!"

Lawrence: "Yes, ma'am!" He needed to stop shouting before facing said family. All polite smiles, polite simple conversation. Safe.

Gina: Lawrence needn’t have worried. Both Gina’s mother and her grandfather were over the moon about the wedding and the baby and the idea of Lawrence in general, and they made sure to tell him as much as they made their way to the inn.

“I’m just so happy for you two,” Salome was saying. “I’ve never seen Genie happier than when she’s with you.”

Lawrence: Her family was nothing like his own, fractured and greatly nonexistent. They were happy and not at all abusive in any form. Not from what he could see from the outside looking in. He knew this was abnormal. Everyone had their problems. Family would take advantage of blood. Children kicked from their homes to teach them a lesson, family feeling like a burden rather than a gift.

He listened, smiled along, and promised to do his best to always keep a smile on her face.

The inn was ready. The forecast was ideal for a beach wedding. The guests, for the most part, had arrived. He needed to find Luke Husher.

Luke: Luke would be found straightening any empty chairs and double checking that everything was secure enough for a little wind. He had been taking his role as best man very seriously.

Lawrence: Lawrence watched from the patio. The wind was just right. The sun was exactly where they needed it to be. The ocean was calm. Too perfect, one might say. He wondered if a certain druid had dipped his fingers in the forecast.

"What are you doing down there?" he called.

Luke: "Being a perfectionist." He smiled, "I'll be there in a moment." And so he was, heading straight for his friend.

Lawrence: "It's a beach wedding! It's already perfect. Get over here." The angel would receive a hug as soon as he was within range.

Luke: "There's sand everywhere!" And Lawrence would be squeezed and lifted a little from the ground.

Lawrence: "Oh shit!" he laughed, patting the angel's back. "I forget you're so strong." Anyway. "Yes, sand. It's perfect. Don't bother with shoes if you don't want to. No one will judge."

Luke: "We'll see." Grinning, Lawrence was set down and his clothing was smoothed out. "Gosh, Lawrence. If we were both single I'd get on one knee right now."

Lawrence: His smile remained unchanged. "And I'll never tell a soul you said that."

Luke: He laughed and kissed the other's cheek. "How are you feeling?"

Lawrence: "I'm fine! Everyone keeps telling me I'm supposed to have butterflies and cold feet but I don't feel any of that."

Luke: "I'm happy for you. That means everything up until now has been perfect."

Lawrence: "How do you feel with Fletcher Goodman? No jitters?"

Luke: "Oh I'm prone to butterflies and blushing and... I wouldn't have it any other way. Things always feel new between us." He unconsciously felt the gorgeous ring Fletcher had so thoughtfully chosen for him.

Lawrence: "You're going to make him incredibly happy. I hope he gives as much as you."

Luke: Luke's smile was sweet and sincere. "The same for you and Gina, Lawrence." He gently took the hybrid's hand. "You deserve this. You deserve this."

Lawrence: His smile finally faltered. "Stop angel-ing me. I'm happy. I promise."

Luke: Why the falter? He kissed Lawrence's hand. "Angels know when they hear a lie." Just a reminder. "Do you need me to do anything?"

Lawrence: "I'm fine!" not a lie. Today was fine. He wanted this wedding. He loved his wife-to-be. He removed his hand from Luke's and combed his fingers through his hair.

"What about white lies? What if people don't know they're lying?"

Luke: "I know!" He chuckled. "We always know the truth. If people don't know they are being dishonest, that doesn't mean they're not."

Lawrence: He wanted to test this. "Lee Harvey Oswald killed Kennedy."

Luke: The angel laughed. "Trust me, you don't want to know. For the sake of humanity, I cannot tell you."

Lawrence: "You're full of shit, angel."

Luke: "I'm not, but if I was, would you still love me?"

Lawrence: "I think I would."

Luke: "Then I have nothing to fear."

Lawrence: "Marilyn Monroe was murdered. Wasn't suicide," he grinned.

Luke: "Why are all the questions you have about death? Why don't you ask me something pleasant?"

Lawrence: "Mozart was happy." Was it a lie?

Luke: Luke smiled sadly. "Not as happy as you're about to be."

Lawrence: "You're happy."

Luke: "Correct, for I am by your side."

Lawrence: "I'm not an angel. Are you lying?"

Luke: "Angels cannot lie."

Lawrence: "Not at all? What if someone is in an ugly dress and asks you if it's pretty?" He loved teasing this man.

Luke: "If the dress makes them happy then the dress is automatically beautiful, don't you think?"

Lawrence: "You're making interesting loopholes."

Luke: "And you didn't answer my question. Is there anything you need me to do?"

Lawrence: "Just stop trying to make everything perfect. Everything's fine. I promise. I can't tell a lie, remember?"

Luke: "I know..." He took a breath and sighed.

Lawrence: "You going to be this way at your own wedding? Where's that going to be?"

Luke: "Likely... a church?" he smiled, "I'm not sure how I will be at my own wedding, although I'm more worried about how /you/ will be at my wedding. I can't imagine not having Sean or Ronan there. I'd understand if you... couldn't come because of that. They are my family."

Lawrence: "I'm not going to have you get between our...issues. I won't start anything. I respect your decision as you have mine."

Luke: A hand gently placed on Lawrence's cheek. "Your heart is so pure. I am honoured to be your friend, and your best man."

Lawrence: Supposedly Luke couldn't tell a lie either, but the man found his loopholes. He would brush past that pure comment.

"Thank you."

Luke: "Now... is there anything you'd like me to do?" He asked as he dropped his hand.

Gina: Back at the house, Salome was putting the finishing touches on her daughter's hair, making sure her dress was smooth for the dozenth time, and asking yet again if there was anything at all she needed before they headed to the inn.

All those questions and motherly actions would be repeated once they arrived and settled in the room where Gina would wait until the ceremony.

{Text to Lawrence} I'm upstairs. They have me sequestered in the suite in case you see me a second before you're supposed to

{Text to Lawrence} How is everything? Have people started arriving yet?

Lawrence: "I -" He checked his phone. "It's Gina. They have her in the suite at the Inn. You could help me with the guests?" Those that had begun to trickle in were scattered. Some at the bar, some staring out into the ocean mid conversation.

Luke: "Would you like me to get everyone to take their seats?"

Rohan: Gina's father was assigned to remain with her while her mother and grandfather came down and greeted those that arrived, including Luke.

"There's the man of the hour," said Rohan, smiling at Lawrence and immediately holding a hand out to Luke. "Hey, how are ya. I'm the proud grandpa/almost great-grandpa."

Lawrence: "I was just in the car with you," he chuckled. "I didn't run away."

He watched Luke and Rohan in quick upward glances while texting his wife-to-be.

{Text} How are your feet? Jitters? Seating people atm

Luke: Luke smiled, straightening from where he was fixing a bit of decoration.

"Oh? That's wonderful." he reached for the man's hand, giving a kind but firm shake. "Luke, the best man. I'll give you a moment, please excuse me."

Rohan: “Good to meet you, Luke. Go on, do what you gotta.”

Rohan grinned. “Can’t be too careful. Besides, the girls put me in charge of making sure you didn’t sneak upstairs to see Genie before the ceremony.”

{Text} Feet are fine, jitters are all excitement

{Text} Has everyone arrived?

Lawrence: "Ah. You caught me before I can exact my plan," he sighed. "Has all of the family arrived?" he asked, walking down the sand covered steps towards the arbor.

{Text} People are trickling in at a steady pace.

"Sorry. I don't mean to keep staring at my phone but we're still trying to talk. She's got jitters."

Rohan: “You’re lookin’ at it,” said Rohan, falling into step beside Lawrence. “She just invited me and her parents. The most important ones, as she said.”

He waved the matter away. “Don’t worry about it. If we’d had phones back when I married my wife, I’da done the same thing.” He chuckled. “I didn’t like the no seeing each other before the ceremony either.”

Lawrence: "I'm sure the tradition came from somewhere, but I'm not too keen on tradition with no beneficial logic."

His phone was out away.

"Is the family not attending in good standing, or just unable to make the trip?"

Rohan: “Ah, half of all wedding traditions are pure superstition. Way I look at it, if things go south it ain’t gonna be because the bride didn’t have a penny in her shoe. But I’m not superstitious to begin with.”

Rohan leaned in conspiratorially. “Between you, me, and the birds, most of them wouldn’t have come even if Genie had invited them. Buncha stuck up conservative pricks would’ve done their level best to ruin this day for both of you.”

Lawrence: The hybrid rolled his eyes. "To say nothing that most probably had many things outside of wedlock, but that's going on human nature and not anything personal. I'd rather she have people here she actually cares about."

Rohan: Rohan smiled and clapped Lawrence on the back. “Knew you were my sort the moment she told me you liked gin martinis. Do me a favor, would you? Love her a whole lot. I know I’m her grandpa and I’m biased but no one deserves it more. Love her and that little baby all you can.”

Lawrence: "I'm going to. I promise you that. You can hunt me down with a shotgun if I fail," he smiled.

Rohan: He laughed. "My hunting days are behind me. I'll leave that to Sawyer." He went to clap Lawrence on the back again and spotted Gina standing at the window of her room, her attention on the ceremony space. She didn't appear to be looking in their direction.

"Hey, want a peak at your bride before the I Do's?" Rohan gestured. "She's standing in the window."

Lawrence: Lawrence immediately turned and stared at his bride and her gown. Not only was that his bride, but his daughter or son, too.

"What do you think it'll be? Boy, or girl?"

Gina: Gina's gown was summery and beautiful, fairly simple save for the detailing on the bodice. She wore simple jewelry and no veil, opting instead for jeweled pins in her hair. She was laughing at something her father was telling her.

"My money's on a girl," said Rohan, smiling proudly at his granddaughter. "God's giving her another shot at having a husband who loves her. I think he might be giving her another shot at having a daughter, too."

Lawrence: He wondered how he should process such a thought. A part of him wanted to be insulted at the idea of being considered round two, but such hasty emotion was dismissed. He and their child would be loved for who they are, not what they represent.

Another polite smile. "I should see to the guests."

Gina: Neither Lawrence or the baby were just a 'round two' for Gina. She felt like she was being handed her heart's desire on a silver platter and she was so, so grateful for it. Their little family was everything to her and thinking about it made her want to burst into tears. Happy ones, of course.

{Text} Can we get married yet?

{Text} Let's get married I miss you

Lawrence: {Text} Come down here and let's begin. If people are late it's their fault!

{Text} Is your mother giving you wedding advice yet?

Gina: {Text} I should. I think I can get my dad on board with letting me sneak away

{Text} We barely invited anyone! We have the tiniest wedding ever how is everyone not here!

Lawrence: {Text} Two seats are vacant. I'll check the list

Gina: {Text} How's your best man and his date?

Lawrence: Date, right. He sighed.

"Luke," he called, looking around for his best man.

Luke: Luke could be found making friends with basically everyone Lawrence and Gina deemed fit to invite to the wedding. He looked over at the sound of his name and waved, excusing himself before rushing over.

"Is everything alright?"

Lawrence: He could he not smile at Luke's attentiveness? The man was a paragon.

"It's okay." Sort of. He took a breath. "What's Fletcher up to?"

Luke: "Fletcher is on his way. Why? Do you need him for something? Would you like me to ask him to get anything before he arrives?" he's already bringing out his phone.

Lawrence: "No! No. Just asking. Looking into who is missing is all. That leaves one other." Over to the book, then.

Luke: "Who else? Do you need me to find someone?"

Lawrence: "I just wanted to know about Fletcher. It's okay." The book of guests was somewhere in the in near the dining room. He couldn't for the life of him place who was missing.

Fletcher had pulled in and already locked the car. A casual kind of wedding meant no blazer. Nice shoes, dress pants, and dress shirt would have to do. Still he felt ridiculous looking.

{Text} Has it started?

Luke: Oh!

He brings out his phone at the sound of Fletcher's unique ringtone.

{Text}Not yet! Hurry in!

He tells Fletcher where he is and relays the message to Lawrence.

Lawrence: So, they were missing Charlie. He shouldn't be surprised, but the man was quite fond of Gina. Everyone else had signed - minus Fletcher Goodman, coming through the Inn as though on a mission - so he reached for his phone.

{Text} We're missing a certain bar owner. Why did you invite him anyway?

Gina: {Text} Charles has seen me go through some things. We go way back

{Text} Maybe he’s running late

Lawrence: {Text} He's all that's left. Even Luke's +1 is here. Are we waiting on him?

Gina: Gina bit her lip and considered. Charlie had never given her an RSVP, so there was a good chance he’d decided not to come. But she’d included him anyway in the seating and food just in case...

{Text} Let’s give him 10 more minutes

Lawrence: Ten more minutes versus the rest of their life. Fine.

{Text} Are you allowed to mingle?

Gina: {Text} Only with my dad

{Text} My mom is a stickler for wedding tradition

Lawrence: {Text} Tell her I'm dying and I have to see you

Fletcher, meanwhile, had finally found his angel, and was sneaking up behind him to wrap his arms around his waist.

Luke: Oh! Luke grinned at the sudden affection.

"Excuse me." He poked the familiar hand. "I am engaged, I'm afraid."

Gina: Gina grinned at her phone and looked over at her father. "Hey dad, can I sneak downstairs to my office to see Lawrence?"

Sawyer laughed and shook his head. "You're a grownup now, don't need to ask me. Just don't tell your mama."

She laughed. "So much for being grownups."

{Text} Meet me in my office and do not let my mom see you sneak inside

Lawrence: Lawrence glanced around the beach and dining room, tucking his phone in his pocket - no wait.

{Text: Luke} Going to sneak into the office to see Gina. Eight more minutes and we're going on.

Little kisses peppered Luke's temple - after pulling him down a smidge. "Really? T'who?"

Luke: Luke laughed as he was brought down. Small cockroach boyfriend. Adorable!

"The love of my life, actually. You'll have a hard time taking me from him." He went to turn around so that he could face his lover.

He felt his phone go off but chose to ignore it for just this second.

Gina: Before going out into the hallway, Gina pressed her ear to the door. When she heard no one coming, she slipped out, making it as far as the stairs before pausing to have another listen and to peer around to make sure her mother wasn't coming.

She continued on that way until she reached her office, stopping to look and listen one more time.

Coast was all clear. Now she just needed to wait for Lawrence.

Lawrence: Her soon-to-be husband was not far behind, closing and locking the door behind himself just seconds later.

"I told Luke what we're doing. Seven minutes remaining."

Into his arms she was pulled, a playful kiss given to her neck.

"Are you ready?"

Fletcher's smile, though present, wasn't as pronounced as when in the privacy of their home. He'd already counted the exits and people accounted for.

"Ya look good, baby."

Luke: Fletcher's adorable little cheek was kissed. "So do you, my love." It was then that he brought out his phone. He blinked at the message and calculated time remaining. "Lawrence and Gina are seeing each other. They must not be superstitious people." He put his phone away. "They will be heading on soon, would you like me to get you a drink or anything?"

Gina: Gina's smile shone as brilliantly as the sun when her almost husband slipped into the room.

She laughed as he pulled her close, holding him tight. "You kidding?" Lawrence was pulled in for a proper kiss. "I was born ready."

She pulled away just long enough to twirl, making the floaty organza layers of her dress dance around her. "What do you think?"

Lawrence: The sight of her was taken in. She was a vision. This was his wife, and her happiness meant everything today and for the rest of her life.

Lawrence leaned back against the office desk and smiled.

"You're stunning. Look at me here stunned," he softly laughed.

Fletcher blinked, laughing for a completely different reason.

"We can drink durin' the ceremony? Shit. Ya want a weddin' like this?" Before he was allowed to answer, he just had to steal himself a kiss.

Luke: Luke smiled into the kiss. That affection had been exactly what he needed... it's what he always needs. "A wedding like what? Where people can drink during the ceremony?" his expression was a playful smile.

Gina: Gina laughed again and moved back into his embrace. “Why thank you. That was my goal.” She kissed him. “Everything going smoothly?”

Lawrence: He almost forgot to speak, pressing his forehead to his fiancée's. She was warm and her energy was everything he wanted in his life.

"Mhm. Everyone's mingling but us. All except your buddy Charlie. Is it Charlie or O'Charlie?"

Fletcher's smile damn near mirrored the angel's. "Yeah! Totally chill kinda vow givin'. I been thinkin' ya want like, an orchestra or a violin soloist thing. Flowers n'ribbons everywhere."

Luke: The angel's smile faded. "You don't... like any of those things?"

Gina: “Charlie. I have a theory he named the bar after what his friends would say to him after he went on a bender when he was younger.”

Lawrence: "Here I thought he was just Irish." Lawrence traced the outline of her abdomen, the small bump hardly noticeable by the dress. "Ready to sneak back?"

Fletcher blinked, caught off guard by the absent smile. "M'just - no, m'sayin' ya want somethin' fancy - or I thought. Ya do, don't ya?"

Luke: "Well... let's... not talk about this here."

Gina: "German actually. From Dusseldorf. His family moved here when he was two."

Gina took a deep breath and nodded. "I am. I'd suggest walking each other down the aisle but that would hurt my dad's feelings."

Lawrence: "Mm. Can't have that." One more kiss before departing? No. There would be at least three more. "Alright. Out you go." No effort to move was being made.

Fletcher, meanwhile, was offering his hand. "M'not sayin' anything bad 'bout ya, baby. Fancy is just...it's you. I'm not - M'not sayin' s'wrong."

Luke: That hand would never be ignored. "It's okay. Let's just go get you a drink."

Gina: "Out I go."Aw, just three? That was such an unsatisfying number. How about five? So much nicer.

Lawrence: Their desperate, happy little kisses were beginning to make the hybrid laugh. They were going to miss their own wedding if they didn't separate.

"See you outside," he managed between them, forcing himself away and back to the beach.

"What are ya gonna have?" Fletcher asked, trying his best to loosen the knots wound in his shoulders. At least Luke wasn't telling him to go away. Maybe later. Had he fucked up? He couldn't tell. Just breathe, he told himself.

Luke: "Hmmm... lemonade?" he smiled, swinging their arms. "Lawrence will want me back soon, I imagine. Let's be quick."

Gina: "That's not soon enough!" Gina laughed, chasing his lips until he finally left the room.

She went over to the mirror she had on the wall opposite her desk and checked her makeup to make sure there was no evidence of their stolen moment.

Satisfied, she snuck back upstairs.

Lawrence: Luke and Fletcher were quickly found. He wanted to question the smile on the pawnbroker's face, why his shoulders were suddenly sagging, and what Luke had done for the man to suddenly kiss his hand, but his own jitters were preventing him from butting in.

"Are we ready?" he asked the angel, taking in a deep breath for his nerves.

Luke: Luke smiled brightly at the familiar voice. He nodded, handing Fletcher his drink and kissing his cheek.

"Take a seat. I'll see you soon." he went by Lawrence's side. "What is the plan from here?"

Fletcher: "See ya soon," the Samsa echoed. Both men gave a nod in regard to the other before Fletcher headed to the crowd of well dressed guests.

"From here, we wait for her mother, and then she comes down with her father and we begin."

Gina: Gina managed to sneak upstairs without rousing suspicion or notice from anyone, including and especially her mother.

By the time Salome and her grandpa came to get her and her father she'd fixed her makeup and double checked to make sure there wasn't a single hair out of place. There was absolutely nothing whatsoever to suggest she'd stolen a moment with Lawrence.

They made their way down to the parlor together, waiting for everyone to sit and take their positions before starting the music.

Luke: Luke stood in his designated spot. He smiled proudly at his friend as Gina approached. He was happy to see something good happen to Lawrence. He was happy to see his life move forward.

Lawrence: Here was their moment. There she was, just in view. Luke had their rings. This - "Isn't she beautiful?" he whispered to the angel. Which made him wonder. "Is everyone beautiful to you?"

Gina: Gina smiled at Lawrence, at their guests, at the ceremony space, at her life. At this precise moment, it was perfect. She was about to marry the love of her life.

She watched as her mother and grandfather made their way down the aisle, followed a few moments later by Laura.

When it was finally her turn, her father took her arm and kissed her cheek.

"You're going to be so happy," he whispered to her, smiling proudly. "Are you ready?"

Gina nodded and took a deep breath. "I'm ready."

Luke: What a question. He smiled, mostly because he was amused by the question.

"'Beautiful' as an abstract concept has many definitions. For some of them, yes. Everyone is beautiful. Especially the bride walking towards us right now."

Lawrence: "I want to delve into your philosophy later. For now, thank you," he smiled, and continued to whisper. "This is more than I allowed myself to imagine when I was...properly born into this world."

As soon as Gina was within range, (after her familial affection,) Lawrence offered his hand.

"Hello again," he grinned.

Gina: "Hello, yourself," she said softly, giving her father a parting cheek kiss before taking Lawrence's hand and taking her place beside him at the altar.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a certain grizzled bartender try to sneak his way into his seat without drawing attention to himself. Now the day was really complete.

Their ceremony was simple, sweet, and traditional. Gina did have vows she wanted to give Lawrence, but they were rather personal and she didn't feel comfortable saying them aloud in front of their guests.

She'd give them later on, when they were alone.

Luke: Luke would do his best to not well up as he handed them the rings and watched them promise their lives to one another.

Lawrence: When it was Lawrence's turn to repeat after the minister, the hybrid's eyes had glossed with tears. Though no tears were shed, his voice trembled with each repetition. His thumb slowly circled one of the knuckles of her hand, slowly stepping further away from their surroundings and immersing himself with his wife.

With a sniffle, he turned to Luke for the ring.

Gina: Lawrence wasn't alone. Gina found herself repeatedly having to take deep breaths in an effort to maintain her composure. She was only mildly successful; she managed to keep it together during her vows (barely) and when placing Lawrence's ring on his finger, but when he did it? When he gave his vows and gave her ring?

That's when the waterworks started in earnest, from her and from her family.

The minister couldn't declare them husband and wife fast enough.

Luke: Luke held out both rings, atop a packet of tissues.

"I came prepared." He whispered to them both with a smile. "Congratulations, both of you."

Lawrence: "Thanks," he laughed, showing the tissues to their audience. He remembered how to clean her face with makeup. Dab, don't smear. Gently he tapped away the drying tears from under her eyes. An important step after slipping the ring onto her finger, before eagerly looking to the minister for the important sentence. Please let me kiss my wife.

Gina: The gesture got a few chuckles, including one from the normally stoic Charlie.

Way he saw it, Regina had hooked herself a really winner. He couldn't think of a single other man who would make sure not to mess up his woman's makeup. That had to mean something.

Gina thought so as well, beaming at Lawrence and at the minister in turn.

"By the power vested in me by Our Lord and the state of North Carolina, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Lawrence, you may kiss your bride."

Lawrence: The man was grinning from ear-to-ear. The first and only tear finally fell onto his polished shoe.

"I can? Thank you," he laughed again. The moment he had been anticipating for months. The perfect kiss. He cupped her face in both hands, pressed their foreheads together and sighed.

"Hello, wife." Their first kiss as man and wife was the softest he'd ever given, as though anything more might break her.

Gina: Gina laughed right along with him, all but falling into his arms as she finally gave in and just let herself cry.

"Hello, husband," she sniffled, grinning at him and the cheers from their audience before pulling him into another kiss. "We're married!"

Lawrence: Lawrence kissed his wife's face again and again. Fletcher had turned his gaze towards the best man, speculating their own wedding. Spring, was it? Something about new beginnings?

'I love you,' he mouthed to Luke. His attention was forced back to the newly married couple. He wouldn't be getting Luke back yet. There were more pictures to be taken.

Luke: Luke's smile was full of pride, and his cheeks full of blush.

'I love you.' Luke mouthed back at him.

Wherever Lawrence needed him is where Luke would be, no matter how much he wanted to sneak away with his Samsa. It wasn't a day to be selfish.

Gina: There wasn't a single photo were Gina wasn't smiling or didn't look deliriously happy, and there were a lot of photos. In fact, that deliriously happy look would last the rest of the evening and her life and all eternity.

Any private moment she could steal with Lawrence was treasured and thoroughly enjoyed.

Lawrence: Lawrence was ever attentive. Did his wife need water? A break? Did she need to sit during one of their photos? There was still much to do, but his utmost concern was distracting him for time.

What seemed to be the hundredth photo was enough. Fletcher had respected her enough to muster patience, but now he was getting dangerously close to getting photographed to sneak a hand over his angel's.

Luke: The hand touching his own would come as a relief. He adored Lawrence and Gina, and felt so much warmth watching them, but it wasn't quite the same as being with his other half.

"I'll leave you two to take some solo pictures." He smiled politely and bowed out, snatching up Fletcher's hand far from stealthily, and taking him away from the crowd.

Gina: "Thank you, Luke," said Gina, smiling after him before turning that smile on her husband. Her husband! She'd never get over that.

"I think they've had it with us," she chuckled softly, kissing him. "Let's get something to eat, we're hungry."

Lawrence: Lawrence smiled at his best man and waved him off. "You gentleman enjoy yourselves." That same smile returned to his wife.

"Are we being too much? That's what a bride and groom are meant to be."

Fletcher gave his angel a squeeze. "I thought they'd never let ya go."

Luke: Luke chuckled, "Now that we have a moment to ourselves... and since you look like that..." are you by any chance thinking what I'm thinking?

Gina: "Exactly. We can be as much as we want." She gave Lawrence a kiss. "We should give them a break though," she added with a chuckle. "Come on, let's go eat. I need food."

Lawrence: "I'll make you a plate. You should rest your feet," insisted with multiple kisses following.

Fletcher's eyes began to light with mischievousness.

"Ya wanna sneak outta here? I know a place we can have to ourselves."

Luke: "Hmm... I don't think the best man can sneak out entirely but there must be a bathroom nearby. How does that sound as an alternative?"

Gina: "Make yourself one, too." She beamed into each and every kiss. "I'll be at our table."

 Lawrence: He would have to shake hands and offer hugs along the way, but eventually he'd make it to the catering.

Fletcher's eyes widened. "Ya wanna fuck in a public bathroom? Who are you?" he grinned.

Luke: Luke laughed, "It's not quite so public!... Is it? Do you think it's inappropriate?"

Fletcher: "It's highly inappropriate. Wanna get a room here n'make love in every square inch? In honor of united love, ya know."

Luke: Oh dear, he's blushing! "Would that be terrible of us? I feel a bit... drained. It would be nice to sneak away with you."

Fletcher: "I don't think your buddy'll mind." He kissed Luke's hand and winked. "I'mma see if a room is available."

Lawrence took a seat with his wife, offering her a vol-au-vent from his hand.

"Are you happy with today?" he asked her.

Gina: Gina gave a delighted gasp and ate the lovely pastry with a happy little grin. "Completely over the moon. It's better than I ever imagined."

Luke: "Alright," he glanced around, wondering if he'd be needed. Spotting the couple, he merely smiled to himself. Fletcher was right, he wouldn't be missed.

Lawrence: "I'm glad, honey." And a puff pastry for himself. "Are there more photos to be taken? How are your feet?" He'd be asking about five more times before midnight.

Luke's phone would notify. His Samsa was offered a single room with a king-sized bed with a forest and waterfront view. Yes?

Gina: "What about you? Are you happy with today?" Because Lawrence's happiness and comfort with their wedding was just as important to her and hers was to him.

"The photographer's around somewhere getting candids. I think she got all the formal ones though. And my feet are fine."

Luke: Luke smiled, almost laughed in disbelief. As if the view from the room mattered when they'd be there together. Gosh... Fletcher has changed him in so many beautiful ways.

He replies to say that he loves it, and to hurry up.

Lawrence: "Are you sure?" He wanted to check them himself. Perhaps a massage. Doubtful anyone would want to see that. The cameraman would probably sneak a photo. "I read somewhere that a glass of red wine is safe. Is that something you're comfortable with?"

{Text} You better be ready. I'm coming for you.

Gina: "Yes, I'm sure." She gave him a kiss. "The comfy sandals are going their job. All I want is you and food. And lemonade. Never did like the taste of red wine."

[wildroseofarran]

"I guess?" The immediate danger had passed, but his hand lingered, falling to rest on Peter's thigh. He tried not to think too hard about it. Just live in the moment. Know that he could without repercussions.

"Y'all act like people stab your tongue. Or like... it's boilin' water. Just feels like ants crawlin' in my mouth."

Pete laughed. "I don't know about stabbing or boiling water, but for me it just feels like burning. Good burning when the food actually tastes good." Which wasn't always a given. "But I guess for you it just feels kinda like tingling then."

He hummed thoughtfully. "We're gonna kill these challenges."

[wildroseofarran]

"Take it ya askin' me means ya want the other one." He shrugged, looking both ways before turning onto the highway. An overeager or oblivious asshole nearly cutting him off had his hand over Peter's chest.

"I don't think what y'all taste n'what I taste are the same."

"Not necessarily. I can handle spice pretty well." Although he expected a burger made for a food challenge would be spicy but not the actually good kind.

Pete threw a glare at the other driver and turned to Fletcher. "Do you mean you don't taste certain flavors or just experience them differently? Or both I guess."

[wildroseofarran]

The praise caught him off guard. His laugh was a startled cough, which he cleared as he paid for the freedom to leave the parking lot.

Never in a million fucking years did he consider those words coming out of Peter Graham's mouth. Was this ever going to feel real? It had been five minutes, but he couldn't imagine a better feeling than this. He dreaded the inevitable fall.

"They got two challenges. Spicy as fuck challenge n'the gorge yourself challenge. Ya do one I'll do the other."

Fletcher would just have to get used to it because Pete was going to be praising him every chance he got. And when he didn't praise Fletcher verbally, he'd be doing it mentally and through affection.

Pete had half a life of love stored in his soul for this man and nothing was going to stop him from expressing it whenever possible and in whichever ways Fletcher was comfortable with.

"Pretty standard food challenges. How are you with spice?"

[wildroseofarran]

Fletcher nodded wide with an idea. "Ok. Burger today, but I know a place in Texas. You're gonna fuckin' love it. Barbeque, n'we gotta get there at like ten in the fuckin' mornin' or ya ain't gettin' any. They do chicken n'dumplins too. Look like goddamn biscuits."

Pete gave Fletcher a look that was pure adoration. “You’re the best boyfriend in the whole wide world. That sounds fucking incredible.” Hell, maybe he was hungrier than he thought.

“What burger challenge are you taking me to do? Is it a giant burger or is there something special about it? Do we get a prize?”

[wildroseofarran]

"Ya still gonna box with me?" He bit his lip and backed out of the parking spot, heading for the exit.

"What's your winter meal, babe?"

Pete nodded. “‘Course I am. Might have to fight June for the privilege but I can take her.” He joked, but he knew full well June would drive him to the gym herself just so he could spend time with Fletcher.

“I end up eating a lot of hearty comfort food. So many carbs. I’ve been craving chicken and dumplings something fierce.”

[wildroseofarran]

"I got us the place." Fletcher slipped into the driver's seat and sighed. Just don't think too deeply, he reminded himself.

No sooner was Peter in the car did he say, "What fuckin' pudge?"

Pete settled into the passenger seat with another laugh. “Can’t really tell yet but give it a month or two and it’ll be more noticeable. I may not hibernate but I gain weight every winter.”

[wildroseofarran]

"Ya want a burger, right? Ya want a burger challenge?" he grinned.

Pete laughed. “I’m starting to get my winter pudge so if there was ever a time for me to do a burger challenge, it’s definitely now.”

[wildroseofarran]

Fletcher smiled privately and cleared his throat. "Yeah?" First decision as a boyfriend: does he correct what he meant by chilis or just roll with it? Fuck it.

"Ya want that or a local place?" Seemed like a decent middle ground.

Pete never once thought that Fletcher might’ve been referring to actual chilis. His mind was already at the cabin.

“Mmmm…I’ll leave it up to you since you’re the one who’s been living out here. If there’s any good local places, let’s go there.”

[wildroseofarran]

His line of sight hadn't gone unnoticed. Another kiss for good measure. The backseat was cramped. A bag, backpack, tent, two guitars, a crumpled black trash bag and a pillow. Was there room in the trunk? Absolutely. For the spare tire, med kit (for Peter), and all of the safety equipment and tools.

Where was... ? right, Samantha was in his pocket.

"What ya wanna eat? People are fuckin' obsessed with chilis out here."

Pete couldn’t help but grin into that unexpected second kiss. Nope, no more years. Only seconds.

He would’ve gunned for a third but the lure of the cabin was too great.

“I can do Chilis. Their burgers are good.” And he wouldn’t feel bad having one since Bobby had given them his stamp of approval. “We can save a fry for Samantha.”

[wildroseofarran]

There was nothing virginal or new about kissing Peter, and yet his stomach flipped just the same. His warmth, softness, and still the realization hadn't fully hit him. He existed in surrealism, kissing his boyfriend tenderly, both hands cradling his face.

We're just two old men still figuring this shit out.

"Ya hungry?" He swallowed, breathed, and forced a step back.

It may not have been new, but it had been a very long time since they’d done this. Years. Not enough of them for Pete to have forgotten what this felt like, but enough for it to feel like the very first time.

They wouldn’t have to wait years between kisses ever again. Only hours at most, and seconds at least.

Pete nodded, eyes on Fletcher’s lips. “Mhmm. A little.”

[wildroseofarran]

"We're goin', we're goin'!"

His arm went around Peter's waist once the car was in view. Just isolated enough where they had their privacy. He stopped short of the door, hesitating a moment before pulling Peter into a kiss.

Just when he thought his heart had a shot at calming down, Fletcher pulled a move like that and set it racing again. And then, before Pete could do barely more than register the feeling of having Fletcher’s arm around his waist, he was being kissed.

Suddenly he wasn’t so impatient to go to the cabin. If their kiss in the airport was relief at being reunited, then this one was to savor finally being together. They didn’t have to worry about having an audience this time. There was no one around to give them rude looks or make comments.

It was just them, taking a moment to enjoy each other and how far they’d come.

Pete wound his arms around Fletcher’s shoulders and felt his whole body melt against his boyfriend’s. He smiled into their kiss. God, that was such a great word.

[wildroseofarran]

"'Til tomorrow afternoon."

He wasn't ready for home. Having one night wasn't in anticipation of home, but the journey they had ahead of them. Nights in tents complaining about the weather and holding each other as they never had before. Driving for hours, eating on the side of the road, sketchy rest stops and stars above them.

This was the most romantic circumstance he'd ever allowed himself.

"That damn tent's takin' up half the backseat."

Plenty of time to do everything Pete had in mind. Whatever they didn’t get to do at the cabin, they could do elsewhere during their trip. They weren’t beholden to anyone or anything but their own whims for however long it took them to get across the country.

“It’ll start earning its keep soon enough.” Pete smiled and gave Fletcher’s hand a squeeze just because he could. “Let’s get going. I wanna play in the lake with you.”

[wildroseofarran]

A nod. "Ya said split the difference. Big fancy tent. Got that. But, I did get us somethin' else." Their first night together after weeks apart and the weight of tension finally free from their shoulders. The first night had to be still watered.

Fletcher felt for his phone and pulled up his camera, then the photo folder.

"Got us this tonight." Paid in cash, as so much was. It was a wonder he had any card to his name, but he was doing his best not to overthink this trip.

"See behind it? Got a lake in our backyard."

“Oh yeah?” Pete looked over at Fletcher’s phone and his face instantly lit. A cozy little cabin right by the water sounded like the perfect start to this adventure of theirs.

“I love it! How long did you book it for, just tonight?” Already he had half a dozen ideas of things to do with Fletcher. They could swim, fish, snuggle up together on the porch.

Oh, he was so excited. He really did feel like a teenager again.