Malcolm x Raylan: Cowboy Surprise

[tinstar]

Art was suspicious right off the bat when Raylan took a week off with the express note that his phone would be Out Of Order til the next Monday, but the Chief Marshal wasn't going to look gift horses in the mouth. Not when it suggested he'd have a few days of peace, until Raylan caved to turning his phone back on again. Still, he watched the younger Marshal walk out of the office and promised himself to check into the state of Harlan within 3 days to make sure that the place wasn't on fire. The smoke would reach him before he called, he was sure.

But Art didn't have much to worry about - Raylan had no plans on staying in the state for his vacation, beyond one day spent closing up Arlo's and securing it the best way he could before getting on a plane to New York City. He wanted to surprise Malcolm - it'd been near two months since they'd last seen each other and frankly, Raylan was tired of missing him. They'd called and texted, stayed in a fairly consistent, if odd houred, touch but it wasn't the same.

Once he landed, Raylan rented a car and navigated his way towards Malcolm's apartment, stopping to grab a bouquet of flowers. It was.. Extra, but Raylan didn't want to show up empty handed, just in case. Thirty minutes later, Malcolm's door buzzer was being hit, like Raylan was here to deliver something. Well, he was, but that was half the fun.

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[abrightboy]

Malcolm huffed a little laugh, letting his head rest in the crook of Raylan's shoulder.

"Not particularly, no. But 'particularly religious' probably won't perform a wedding like ours, so maybe that's a good thing," he acknowledged. He tilted his head to look up at Raylan. "Art wasn't... uncomfortable about.... us?"

[tinstar]

"Maybe we find a nice Christian priest who doesn't have an issue with it. Miami is full of 'em, I'm sure." That was, at least, one thing they didn't have to worry about. They weren't going to ask the kinds of people that would say no with a specific kind of disgust in their mouth to begin with.

Raylan shook his head. "I think he's too surprised to be uncomfortable. Man's see me go through.." He took a deep breath. "Countless relationships. A lotta ups and downs. I dunno. Maybe he was and I didn't wanna notice." Raylan frowned gently. "He didn't look like it, anyway." He looked back down at Malcolm.

"Said you did good work, too."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm mulled that over. Art hadn't looked disgusted or uncomfortable when he wheedled Malcolm into admitting their relationship either, so it tracked. Art seemed like decent sort of a fellow.

He looked up at Raylan hopefully at his last remark.

"He did? ....Does that mean I can go with you again?"

He didn't mean tomorrow, but if they had an interesting case.... it would be nice to help. He liked working with Raylan. It had been their first point of connection.

[tinstar]

Art seemed For peace and happiness - that was Raylan's bet.

"I think he sort of expects you to," he admitted, thinking back on the conversation. "Kinda phrased it in the present/future tense. They might make fun of you back at the NYPD, come in with too much of our dust out here on your shoes. If you can handle that."

He knew Malcolm could and he could guess that the teams gentle ribbing would be friendly like.

[abrightboy]

"I own a shoe shine kit," he shot back with a grin. "Wouldn't do to show up at the NYPD with dusty shoes."

He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Raylan's neck before resting his head on his shoulder again.

"They don't know I'm leaving yet. I haven't talked to them about it."

[tinstar]

Raylan grinned back with a chuckle and brushed his thumb back and forth across Malcolm's shoulder. "If the stories are right, doesn't New York have a shoe shine on every third block?"

But the mention him leaving his team simmered all that down a little.

"Do you think they'll take it okay? It's not like you're going to be gone forever, right?"

[abrightboy]

Malcolm looked up at him with faint confusion.

"I am going to be gone forever. I mean. Okay, we'll be spending time in New York during hurricane season and I hope I can still consult for them by phone if they need help the rest of the time, but... I'm not going to... just always be there anymore. It's weird thinking about leaving a place that actually wants me there. I've never done it before."

[tinstar]

That made Raylan huff another breath of half laughter. "Enough weird stuff comes across their desk that I give it all of two months before they lure you back with an odd enough case. A few times of that, it becomes a habit, suddenly, it's like you never left."

That's kinda how his mind put it together since there was no way he could fully believe that he'd get the majority of Malcolm's time. There were a lot of fingers that wanted into that particular pie.

"First time for everything. I'll take any blame needed though. Gladly." The sentiment came behind a shallow sip of bourbon.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm had only never left a place that actually wanted him there before because no place had ever wanted him there before. To have to leave a place that valued him for someone that loved him... it was a soft kind of rock and hard place that he was fine being in. He would never have put money on getting either, much less both. The FBI had used him because he solved cases; they never liked him; they never really wanted him there. They thought he was was weird and they put up with him.

"I don't have any intention of only living in Miami part time. I'm happy to do phone or Skype consultations but.... it would have to be really compelling to get me up there in person. Except for when we're already there, obviously." He looked at Raylan. "I mean it when I say that living with you is important to me. I'm looking forward to it. I want to work, obviously, but I want to come home to our bed at the end of the day. I'll find work that lets me do that."

[tinstar]

Raylan looked over to meet those captivating blue eyes that never failed to make him feel sometimes too fully seen. Malcolm wasn't lying, or it didn't look or feel like he was. Why would he start now? Raylan tried to set aside his own natural tendencies to suspicion.

His face softened. "Consider me corrected then. I just hope I don't have to fight any of them off to keep you in our bed at the end of the day," he teased gently. "I'd hate to beat up your friends."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm grinned. "Nothing can keep me out of our bed," he promised. "Miami is the code word for our life together. I don't even care if you somehow... get reassigned to.... Tulsa or.... Anchorage. It'll still be Miami and I'll still be there."

hes gonna ask about the team taking it again but it feels weird after a touching moment and an ilu

[tinstar]

He knew he wasn't the most romantic guy in the world but there was no arguing with the way his heart kind of skipped a beat.

"Nothing against Tulsa or Anchorage, I'll assume," he teased. They were the middle of nowhere, he got the point. Raylan leaned in, eyes on Malcolm's lips as he came in for a firm kiss. Words like that, that make him feel things, get kisses.

"I'll try not to kicked out to anywhere to remote, either way," he promised when it broke, slow to pull back. "I love you."

there's lots of time!

[abrightboy]

Malcolm set a hand along Raylan's jaw when he kissed him and left it there when it broke so he couldn't go too far, a very charmed smile on his face.

"Tell me you didn't think I was excited about the wedding because I'm just that into fancy outfits and hats," he teased. "Oooh, hats..." he realized, distracting himself for a second before shaking it off to continue. "I'm excited about the wedding because I'm excited about marrying you and then being with you for the rest of my life. That's the part I'm really excited about."

Re: there's lots of time!

[tinstar]

He was happy to stay close and collected, smile pulling fondly at the slight derailment that Malcolm went down with hats. They could talk hats.

"Aren't you?" he teased back. "The charm of me isn't gonna wear off after a few years?" He continued before Malcolm could answer with a faint lift of his eyebrows. "Jokes aside, I don't think you will. Or at least, I hope you won't. Are you gonna want to write your own vows?"

[abrightboy]

He rubbed his thumb back and forth along Raylan's cheek, then let his hand drop to rest on his chest as he considered that.

"I haven't given it a whole lot of thought, but I think it makes sense to. Nobody else's words can really... speak for us."

[tinstar]

"I think I'd like that better," he said with a nod. "Winona and I did the standard run, without the 'obey' part, for obvious reasons. And ain't no words they can prep for us that'll be sufficient."

He brushed his thumb back and forth over Malcolm's shoulder again.

"You think your New York team will take you leavin' okay? Especially considerin' what you're leavin' for."

[abrightboy]

"No. We're... not standard," he said with a laugh.

He thought about the question that followed. "What I'm leaving for... Happiness? Love? If someone is your friend, how could they hold that against you?" he asked.

[tinstar]

"Holdin' it against you and takin' the surprise well are two different things. Not that they seem the type to be dramatic, but leavin' without any warnin's isn't the way to do it." Hurt feelings and all. Gives them a chance to deal with it and take their last few moments with him. "You're not plannin' on that, are you?"

I DID NOT GET THIS NOTIF AND I AM OFFENDED

[abrightboy]

Oh. Malcolm's expression softened.

"No. No. I was just going to wait until we had some idea of a date. I didn't want to just... hang it there indefinitely."

AHH. ME TOO. DW CANNOT KEEP THEM APART

[tinstar]

Raylan nodded and took another sip of his bourbon.

"We'll have to finalize the purchases of both house and land, that takes a few months. That might be a good time to figure out when to tell them." He wondered how Martin would take it but didn't want to bring the man back up and ruin the good mood they'd fostered.

"Gives everyone a little room to get used to the idea. Also keeps them off my back later, it doesn't look like I'm stealin' you away from town forever." Though that statement came with a little smug smirk of his own. There was no stealing Malcolm Bright, but sweeping might have been a better word. That he could agree with.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm smiled and looked up at him.

"I'll have you know that nobody drags me anywhere," he said lightly. "I was never going to ghost them. They're just...going to have questions and I want to have answers. But I can't imagine it'll come as a whole lot of a surprise with the amount of time I'm spending out of town these days." He pressed a kiss to Raylan's shoulder. "Plus my mother has probably told Gil what you let slip at dinner."

[tinstar]

Raylan's smile spread a little more. "Gil already knows about Miami, so I think anything else she might tell 'im ain't gonna be a surprise. He'll be expecting it. That'll help the rest of them too." He trusted Gil to manage his people the same way Art managed the Marshal's. It might look like work on the surface but Raylan knew how much Art knew about all of them.

"I think they'll be happy for you. Knowin' all that they do." He hoped, anyway.

[abrightboy]

He nodded and snuggled back into the crook of Raylan's shoulder.

"I hope that's how it'll go," he agreed. "When I was with the FBI, I didn't mean anything to anyone, except what I could do for them. ...I hope I'm not wrong thinking it's different in New York."

[tinstar]

"They like you," he assured softly. "It'll go good. Maybe JT will even cry," he teased.

"It'll be okay," he continued with another nod of his head. "We'll be okay." Raylan pressed a kiss into Malcolm's hair.

"I never asked - when's your birthday?"

[abrightboy]

He smiled at the idea of JT shedding a tear at his departure. Then the question caught him off guard.

"...My birthday? It's in March," he said. "March 16th." He tilted his head up. "When's yours?"