Those whispered words give him pause, tilting his head a little with confusion, sex-addled brain taking a moment longer to put two and two together. A warmth spreads through his chest when he realizes what it means, that despite everything, Raylan loved who he was and is, no matter what and he missed him all the same. Even if they'd just spent a lifetime together, happy as some other version of themselves. He loved and yearned for this one too.
He flashes a half-smile of barely contained emotion before just immediately capturing Raylan's lips again and kissing him passionately, pouring all of those emotions into the massage of their lips or the dance of their tongues. Bringing their lungs to burn once more he'll break as he rolls his hips in a fluid, deep and slow thrust with a low moan breathed over Raylan's lips. He leans on one hand while the other comes up to spread through Raylan's hair, fisting tightly as he presses their foreheads together and makes love to him, looking deep into his eyes and moaning sweet, soft sounds of need or breathless "I love you's"
It was important that he be told, that he know in the very vulnerable now. Now before it every becomes a question; now, while things were perfect, while they were one. He hums a sigh into the kiss, fingertips denting in James's skin as he poured his everything into it.
Palms sliding down James's shoulders, Raylan encourages his movement with a tight grip, hips rolling into it as he gets lost in the all consumed look on his lovers face, head tilting into that firm grip in return. It was perfect; they were home, in their bed, with nothing to stop or interrupt or get in the way of it.
"I love you too," he murmurs back, one hand drifting between them to tug and pull on his own length as a way to resolve the wash of pleasure and sensation that had him so enraptured. Finally, "Fuck me darlin'. I wanna moan your name loud enough to shake walls."
There's a low moan and a soft shudder at those words, causing a slight curl to his spine and a harder thrust as it spurs him on. They were music to his ears and it made it feel like every part of him was alight and on fire. He'll untangle his hand from Raylan's hair in favor of shifting his weight and reaching for the free hand on his back so he can weave their fingers together and pin it to the bed. He digs his other hand into the sheets as he slowly pulls out nearly to the tip before slamming himself back into his lover. He strikes up a slow, hard, punishing rhythm, hips slapping against Raylan's ass and thighs as he pounds into him.
The air is punctuated with soft grunts and growls of effort as he bows his head and breathes hard near Raylan's ear and throat. He'll pick up the pace, strokes growing shorter, but still deep and fluidly rolling into the other as he loses himself to his need. His lips and teeth press to Raylan's throat, grazing and sucking at the pulse, nipping his shoulder and grinding his teeth into the skin with a particularly good slam into him. As the sounds Raylan makes rise, he'll fuck him faster, harder, aiming to make him cry out and shake the walls as he'd wanted and blind him with his orgasm.
God he loved that reaction, he loved the way James breathed him in, and he chuckles softly at the firm tangle of their fingers. There was a freedom to giving himself over to the weight and the position, what it meant, all hippie sex positivity to the side. And it felt amazing.
Raylan lets himself be rocked into the rhythm, little sounds coming out from under his breath as James finds his spot buried deep and the longer it lasted, the more he felt himself curling whorishly into it. Short little gasps came with pounding, half let out in fragmented moans as his hand grips and digs into James's hip. Soon enough, his body had found a breathing rhythm to match the sweet, mind numbing abuse, and let him moan out some throaty swears and a few 'fucks' as he writhes into the nips. The grind of teeth, the harsher, harder edge of it all was really what took him to the next level, earning a whole level of half sworn prayers, laced with James's name as his free hand finally pulls off to fist in the sheet by his head. Half for leverage, half to grip as hard as he needed to without hurting anyone.
There wasn't any warning beyond the slope of his moans, but Raylan couldn't give warning to the pressure at the base of his spine that exploded with the threat of overtaking all his senses, cock pulsing as he came between their bellies. His legs locked with it all, unwilling to let James go before he joined him in climax.
It was beautiful and intoxicating how Raylan gave himself over to him in this way, letting go and finding every ounce of pleasure that could be had from it and driving him to the point of climax without ever touching his aching, bobbing cock between them. Every unbidden sound, every moan of his name, pleading and praying, every pointed swear or gasp of pleasure was like a drug, sliding down the base of his spine into his belly. He could feel how Raylan's body moved with him, how his thighs quivered, how the hot, shuddering muscles tensed and gripped him as Raylan broke under him with a cry. He grunts, hips pushing deep through Raylan's orgasm as the world washed out around him.
There's a brief moment where he untangles their hands so he can snake his arms around his lover, leaning into his forearms with one arm under Raylan's neck, the other pushed under his shoulders to embrace him. His hips slam into him one last time as he feels his core explode, shooting his load into his lover and painting his insides. He grunts and snarls, clutching Raylan as he stutters through his own orgasm, grinding and rutting into him disjointedly as he spills every last drop.
"Hah-fuck." He gives one last firm jerk of his hips and shudders, body trembling in the aftershocks as he slumps against Raylan, sweat-slick and sated. His full weight still rests on his elbows and knees but he's curled around his lover all the same, holding him close as they thrum and vibrate together in the euphoria of being one. He lifts his head slowly to turn and kiss Raylan, slow, deep and full of passion.
There was something deeply reassuring about James holding him this way, like he wasn't ever going to let him go, like this was the only thing aside from breathing that was important, something that made Raylan feel secure in the rarest of ways as he wraps his hands around the Pirate, gripping at his shoulder and back as James chased after his own ends. He didn't notice his own breathless moans that were pushed out with James's delightfully sinful rutting.
They were both shaking; Raylan's legs threatened to not let go, muscles still tight from his orgasm but as James's mouth finds his, the sweet wash of consumption let his body slowly let go and ease to a draping rather than a caging. One hand moves to cup James's face, digits sliding back into his hair as he broke it, lungs burning like a fire. He has to take a few seconds to breathe, to just feel this, be in it before-
"And what if I wanted to keep you forever," he whispers.
James looked into his lover's eyes, his single one blown dark and glassy with his euphoria. He exhales as if finally remembering how to breathe, lifting his clean hand to gently and reverently trace his fingers over Raylan's cheekbone, caressing his face as if seeing it, truly seeing it for the first time. It was such a difficult feeling to describe, new all over again, and yet like they had been intertwined for lifetimes.
"You have me already. I'm yours, for as long as you will have me. For now. For forever. I'm not going anywhere unless you cast me away."
"Never," he promises behind a breath. For any difficulty they've already faced, for all that they were going to, Raylan was Sure about this relationship. He wanted what Vaughn had, the same thing that Istak had always wanted, the same thing Francis was searching so desperately for in Elsewhere.
Love, Security, Comfort, Support, companionship in all the deepest and best kinds of ways in life. They were going to get married. He didn't know when or how, but he was going to ask to spend the rest of his life with James, for hard times and good.
Raylan lifts his face the scant distance to kiss James again, firm and passionate, legs gripping tight around him again. When it breaks, he grinning lazily.
"Even if our stomachs are gonna demand us to let go for at least a little while," he mumbles happily, well tucked into cloud fucking nine.
"Mmn," He hums into the kiss happily, deliciously floating as their bodies still ebb and thrum together. Of course, Flint wanted this, wanted what Rory and Vaughn had now that he's tasted it for real. It seems more of a reality, more of a possibility for them to make it work. He had more hope than ever that they would last. He'd never had anything that had. He'd had the barest of hidden glimpses with Thomas and Miranda. He and Miranda had tried to make what life they could while he was a pirate but it wasn't the same. There wasn't security there.
"It's always so tempting to spend all day in bed with you." But his body was already softening so he'll move just enough to fall out of Raylan, but he'll settle to rest on top of him lazily, unbothered by the mess between them. He folds his hands on Raylan's chest and rests his head there.
"Do you want me to draw a bath or should we shower and see where the day leads?"
"Today's the one day where we can't, I think." He had to go check on Roman and there was no doubt that Jedao wanted to check in with James. He sighs softly as James moves, leaving him empty but warm under the steady weight. There was no stopping the stupid sweet smile that he casts down, one arm tucking up under his head.
"Why don't you let me use the bathroom first, and you catch a shower while I start a pot of coffee and some eggs. I can shower after breakfast while you go track down Jedao to get your daily check in done and over with hmm?"
He had an Idea. One that he would only be able to pull off if James showered and gave him 15 minutes to himself.
There's a soft pout when Raylan points out they shouldn't lay about all day and maybe should touch base with their people. He sighs, reluctantly pushing himself up and leaning in to drop a kiss on Raylan's mouth again, slow and sensual.
"Fine." He grumps, playfully, rolling off of the Marshal to let him get up and go tend to himself in the bathroom.
"But when you're done... I'll be here waiting for you." He is propped on his side, nude, stretched out, and taught. The bed sheet is barely draped over him, not hiding a thing.
He couldn't help the warm chuckle at the pout, one that melted into a hum at the kiss.
"And ain't you just the prettiest picture to come back to," he purrs, stealing one more kiss before he rolls out of bed and walks to the bathroom with clenched cheeks, comically swaggering.
Once that door was behind him, clean up only took a few minutes and a few more to piss and brush his teeth, but when he came back out, cock wagging, he wore a casual, warm smile on his face.
"Shame I can't eat you for breakfast," he drawls as he ambles over to the dresser to pull out a clean pair of shorts. "How many eggs you think you'll want?"
"There's always brunch." He notes as he slides out of bed.
"Three ought to do it," Leaning in to kiss Raylan again, "thanks Love."
He'll then drag himself into the bathroom to start up the shower and hop in for a nice, long soak and a scrub. He's certain Jedao will know he's fine but will find him if he doesn't just bite the bullet and go check in. He misses his eye, but having his leg back is certainly worth the trade.
Raylan grins at the comment as he steps into his shorts and leans into the kiss to kiss him back with a 'Mmhmm' of welcome, and a playful little slap of James's ass as he went along.
As soon as the bathroom closed, Raylan slid into his jeans and pulled out his phone, tapping away at it as he makes his way into the kitchen. Before coffee was started, Raylan had an important request to make of the Admiral. He was surprised at how quickly they materialized, in a dark mahogany box on the island, and ambles over to check, smiling as his running fingers feel a heartbeat through each one. It wasn't quite wedding rings, and there was no question that would be attached to them, but Raylan was hoping James would take it all well. Hoping that James missed feeling that steady weight around their necks as much as he did, never mind that they'd only been back here an hour or two.
Totally wasn't too soon, right?
The box was closed again, a cup of coffee set by it for James as he starts making the eggs.
That slap to his ass had gotten a soft moan and a Foxy Look over his shoulder before he'd disappeared into the bathroom. He scrubs up and steps out, fluffing his hair with his towel and drying the rest of him slow. He hangs the towel and strides out in the nude, smelling the warm, enticing smell of coffee in the air. He digs out a pair of trousers and a clean pair of underwear and pulls them both on before walking out to see what Raylan was cooking up.
His eye spots the nice mahogany box sitting pointedly with his fresh cup of joe. He picks up the coffee as he settles in at the island and takes a sip before putting it aside.
"What's this?" He asks taking the box and opening it up curiously before Raylan can answer. There's a pause to take in the familiar pair of necklaces, touching each reverently as if seeing some long-lost treasure after years of it going missing.
"You found them... what-how?" Nah, not too soon. He had missed their weight around his neck and against his sternum. He picks up the one he knows is in tune with Raylan, the same one Rory had worn for Vaughn. He'll slip it around his neck so it can pick up his heartbeat and thrum gently into the matching one still in the box.
As James comes back in and sits down, Raylan can't help but watch over his shoulder, hands busy with moving eggs around as they cooked, smiling softly like the fool in love that he was.
He didn't bother answering; let James open it and find out on his own, and it was a well rewarded choice, judging by that look on James's face when he realizes what, exactly, it was. Eggs, scrapped onto a couple of plates, are set on the island so that Raylan can come around one corner and stand facing James, leaning one hand on the counter as he approvingly inspects the way the white stone looks on James's skin with a brush of his fingers under the guise of adjusting it oh so slightly.
"I reached out to the Admiral while you were in the shower. I know we just got back but.. Vaughn and Rory had the right idea about this. And as much as the Barge throws at us.." He looks down into the box and takes up the one in tuned to James, slipping it around his own neck.
"Feels better to have them there," he admits as he looks back at James, smile playing around his lips. "Connected the way we should be." The way Vaughn and Rory had been. The way Raylan and his everything wanted to be again.
But a proposal right now seemed.. hasty, desperate in a way that Raylan didn't like. In a way he didn't want slung back at him in the heat of the moment. Not that he thought James would do that but when it came to something as important as asking someone to spend the rest of their life with you, details were important.
"Really? Jaysus that was fast." He can't stop brushing a thumb over the smooth stone or fiddling with it.
"It does. A small reminder that you're okay, that you're still here. A relief." He reaches for his hand to take and squeeze gently, smiling warmly up at him. He does miss the weight and security of having a ring on his finger and calling each other husband, but this... this was close enough for now until they were ready. Until it was a good time. There was still so much work Flint had to do on himself, he didn't want to doom them from the outset by jumping the gun.
He pulls Raylan in against him and leans up to kiss him on his mouth despite the fact their eggs will get cold.
"You sure we have to go anywhere? Can't just... go back to bed for another round?"
"Jesus got nothin' to do with it," he replies with a broad smile. He feels like this was a success, especially with James taking his readily given hand. The smile breaks into a proper grin as he's tugged in, wrapping his free arm around James's shoulders and kissing him back with a pleased hum.
"I wish we could," he groans quietly before taking a deep breath. "But if you promise to be home tonight-" Where else would he go- "I can promise to rock your world before dinner. Or after, but that kinda fuckin' with a full stomach.."
Sometimes not the best feeling.
"Day'll pass quickly. I'll miss it, though. Workin' a bar with you."
"You really wanna come tend bar with us?" Raylan was a little surprised. It wasn't the most exciting or taxing work. Relatively mundane, actually. Until it's not, but that's every job here.
"Won't be any makin' out in the back room or nothin' but I wouldn't have anythin' against it. Might mean we're on different shifts though," he reckons with a wince. "It'd be useful as hell to have more hands loadin' in liquor, next time we're in port."
Flint shrugs, "It'd be a way for us to tend bar together, even if we're not allowed to work together on a shift for whatever reason. I could behave." He says that now of course. "And... I don't know, I think I did alright, it would give me more to focus on. Something we could share like what we had."
Not that keeping up with maintenance wasn't keeping him busy, and he had no intention of giving up his work, just adding a second job on his Barge resume.
"Think about it, talk to Nick, if you want more hands I can help. I'll still be on maintenance too, so could be a part-time thing to start, see how it goes?"
"You did great," he corrects gently with a lift of his eyebrows.
"I don't need to think about it and Cherries and Whiskey'll be fine, either way. Not exactly an 'ask permission' kinda guy, if you haven't figured that out yet." So much easier to ask for forgiveness.
"Sides, I think you'd like Nick. He's funny enough. Good to work with. So yeah. Put in for it. We'll steal a few hours of that life for ourselves, fill our proverbial pockets until you can come back home with me."
Flint's brow furrows, "I'm not asking your permission, I'm asking your thoughts and opinion, there's a difference. And what you think is important to me."
He tilts his head, "You sure? I mean it kinda sounded like you were trying to talk me out of it there for a second. If you want this bartending thing to just be yours, that's fine, I don't have to be in every part of your life at all times."
"Mm and if I go ask him how he feels about it, you think that won't look like I'm huntin' for his permission?" The question is asked with raised eyebrows.
"Darlin', I want you happy and fulfilled and if part of that is you comin' to work in the bar to in part fulfill what I just said about missin' it, then I got no problem with it. I was more worried about you givin' up maintenance and goin' solo on arguably softer work."
"I wouldn't be giving up Maintenance, I don't think there should be issues with me doing both." He knows a few people that have multiple jobs. It couldn't hurt to give him something else to occupy himself with other than fixing the ship, fighting, drinking and fucking.
He gives a soft huff of a sigh and leans in to kiss Raylan, a quick, but meaningful and warm peck on the lips. Once, twice, three times, quick little kisses before turning his attention to his eggs.
"I'll think about it. It was just a thought. I kind of miss it too." He points a fork at Raylan.
"For the record, you do make me happy and fulfilled every day."
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He flashes a half-smile of barely contained emotion before just immediately capturing Raylan's lips again and kissing him passionately, pouring all of those emotions into the massage of their lips or the dance of their tongues. Bringing their lungs to burn once more he'll break as he rolls his hips in a fluid, deep and slow thrust with a low moan breathed over Raylan's lips. He leans on one hand while the other comes up to spread through Raylan's hair, fisting tightly as he presses their foreheads together and makes love to him, looking deep into his eyes and moaning sweet, soft sounds of need or breathless "I love you's"
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Palms sliding down James's shoulders, Raylan encourages his movement with a tight grip, hips rolling into it as he gets lost in the all consumed look on his lovers face, head tilting into that firm grip in return. It was perfect; they were home, in their bed, with nothing to stop or interrupt or get in the way of it.
"I love you too," he murmurs back, one hand drifting between them to tug and pull on his own length as a way to resolve the wash of pleasure and sensation that had him so enraptured. Finally, "Fuck me darlin'. I wanna moan your name loud enough to shake walls."
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The air is punctuated with soft grunts and growls of effort as he bows his head and breathes hard near Raylan's ear and throat. He'll pick up the pace, strokes growing shorter, but still deep and fluidly rolling into the other as he loses himself to his need. His lips and teeth press to Raylan's throat, grazing and sucking at the pulse, nipping his shoulder and grinding his teeth into the skin with a particularly good slam into him. As the sounds Raylan makes rise, he'll fuck him faster, harder, aiming to make him cry out and shake the walls as he'd wanted and blind him with his orgasm.
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Raylan lets himself be rocked into the rhythm, little sounds coming out from under his breath as James finds his spot buried deep and the longer it lasted, the more he felt himself curling whorishly into it. Short little gasps came with pounding, half let out in fragmented moans as his hand grips and digs into James's hip. Soon enough, his body had found a breathing rhythm to match the sweet, mind numbing abuse, and let him moan out some throaty swears and a few 'fucks' as he writhes into the nips. The grind of teeth, the harsher, harder edge of it all was really what took him to the next level, earning a whole level of half sworn prayers, laced with James's name as his free hand finally pulls off to fist in the sheet by his head. Half for leverage, half to grip as hard as he needed to without hurting anyone.
There wasn't any warning beyond the slope of his moans, but Raylan couldn't give warning to the pressure at the base of his spine that exploded with the threat of overtaking all his senses, cock pulsing as he came between their bellies. His legs locked with it all, unwilling to let James go before he joined him in climax.
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There's a brief moment where he untangles their hands so he can snake his arms around his lover, leaning into his forearms with one arm under Raylan's neck, the other pushed under his shoulders to embrace him. His hips slam into him one last time as he feels his core explode, shooting his load into his lover and painting his insides. He grunts and snarls, clutching Raylan as he stutters through his own orgasm, grinding and rutting into him disjointedly as he spills every last drop.
"Hah-fuck." He gives one last firm jerk of his hips and shudders, body trembling in the aftershocks as he slumps against Raylan, sweat-slick and sated. His full weight still rests on his elbows and knees but he's curled around his lover all the same, holding him close as they thrum and vibrate together in the euphoria of being one. He lifts his head slowly to turn and kiss Raylan, slow, deep and full of passion.
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They were both shaking; Raylan's legs threatened to not let go, muscles still tight from his orgasm but as James's mouth finds his, the sweet wash of consumption let his body slowly let go and ease to a draping rather than a caging. One hand moves to cup James's face, digits sliding back into his hair as he broke it, lungs burning like a fire. He has to take a few seconds to breathe, to just feel this, be in it before-
"And what if I wanted to keep you forever," he whispers.
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"You have me already. I'm yours, for as long as you will have me. For now. For forever. I'm not going anywhere unless you cast me away."
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Love, Security, Comfort, Support, companionship in all the deepest and best kinds of ways in life. They were going to get married. He didn't know when or how, but he was going to ask to spend the rest of his life with James, for hard times and good.
Raylan lifts his face the scant distance to kiss James again, firm and passionate, legs gripping tight around him again. When it breaks, he grinning lazily.
"Even if our stomachs are gonna demand us to let go for at least a little while," he mumbles happily, well tucked into cloud fucking nine.
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"It's always so tempting to spend all day in bed with you." But his body was already softening so he'll move just enough to fall out of Raylan, but he'll settle to rest on top of him lazily, unbothered by the mess between them. He folds his hands on Raylan's chest and rests his head there.
"Do you want me to draw a bath or should we shower and see where the day leads?"
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"Why don't you let me use the bathroom first, and you catch a shower while I start a pot of coffee and some eggs. I can shower after breakfast while you go track down Jedao to get your daily check in done and over with hmm?"
He had an Idea. One that he would only be able to pull off if James showered and gave him 15 minutes to himself.
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"Fine." He grumps, playfully, rolling off of the Marshal to let him get up and go tend to himself in the bathroom.
"But when you're done... I'll be here waiting for you." He is propped on his side, nude, stretched out, and taught. The bed sheet is barely draped over him, not hiding a thing.
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"And ain't you just the prettiest picture to come back to," he purrs, stealing one more kiss before he rolls out of bed and walks to the bathroom with clenched cheeks, comically swaggering.
Once that door was behind him, clean up only took a few minutes and a few more to piss and brush his teeth, but when he came back out, cock wagging, he wore a casual, warm smile on his face.
"Shame I can't eat you for breakfast," he drawls as he ambles over to the dresser to pull out a clean pair of shorts. "How many eggs you think you'll want?"
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"Three ought to do it," Leaning in to kiss Raylan again, "thanks Love."
He'll then drag himself into the bathroom to start up the shower and hop in for a nice, long soak and a scrub. He's certain Jedao will know he's fine but will find him if he doesn't just bite the bullet and go check in. He misses his eye, but having his leg back is certainly worth the trade.
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As soon as the bathroom closed, Raylan slid into his jeans and pulled out his phone, tapping away at it as he makes his way into the kitchen. Before coffee was started, Raylan had an important request to make of the Admiral. He was surprised at how quickly they materialized, in a dark mahogany box on the island, and ambles over to check, smiling as his running fingers feel a heartbeat through each one. It wasn't quite wedding rings, and there was no question that would be attached to them, but Raylan was hoping James would take it all well. Hoping that James missed feeling that steady weight around their necks as much as he did, never mind that they'd only been back here an hour or two.
Totally wasn't too soon, right?
The box was closed again, a cup of coffee set by it for James as he starts making the eggs.
If he'd timed it all right...
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His eye spots the nice mahogany box sitting pointedly with his fresh cup of joe. He picks up the coffee as he settles in at the island and takes a sip before putting it aside.
"What's this?" He asks taking the box and opening it up curiously before Raylan can answer. There's a pause to take in the familiar pair of necklaces, touching each reverently as if seeing some long-lost treasure after years of it going missing.
"You found them... what-how?" Nah, not too soon. He had missed their weight around his neck and against his sternum. He picks up the one he knows is in tune with Raylan, the same one Rory had worn for Vaughn. He'll slip it around his neck so it can pick up his heartbeat and thrum gently into the matching one still in the box.
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He didn't bother answering; let James open it and find out on his own, and it was a well rewarded choice, judging by that look on James's face when he realizes what, exactly, it was. Eggs, scrapped onto a couple of plates, are set on the island so that Raylan can come around one corner and stand facing James, leaning one hand on the counter as he approvingly inspects the way the white stone looks on James's skin with a brush of his fingers under the guise of adjusting it oh so slightly.
"I reached out to the Admiral while you were in the shower. I know we just got back but.. Vaughn and Rory had the right idea about this. And as much as the Barge throws at us.." He looks down into the box and takes up the one in tuned to James, slipping it around his own neck.
"Feels better to have them there," he admits as he looks back at James, smile playing around his lips. "Connected the way we should be." The way Vaughn and Rory had been. The way Raylan and his everything wanted to be again.
But a proposal right now seemed.. hasty, desperate in a way that Raylan didn't like. In a way he didn't want slung back at him in the heat of the moment. Not that he thought James would do that but when it came to something as important as asking someone to spend the rest of their life with you, details were important.
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"It does. A small reminder that you're okay, that you're still here. A relief." He reaches for his hand to take and squeeze gently, smiling warmly up at him. He does miss the weight and security of having a ring on his finger and calling each other husband, but this... this was close enough for now until they were ready. Until it was a good time. There was still so much work Flint had to do on himself, he didn't want to doom them from the outset by jumping the gun.
He pulls Raylan in against him and leans up to kiss him on his mouth despite the fact their eggs will get cold.
"You sure we have to go anywhere? Can't just... go back to bed for another round?"
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"I wish we could," he groans quietly before taking a deep breath. "But if you promise to be home tonight-" Where else would he go- "I can promise to rock your world before dinner. Or after, but that kinda fuckin' with a full stomach.."
Sometimes not the best feeling.
"Day'll pass quickly. I'll miss it, though. Workin' a bar with you."
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"I could always join you at the Lounge, if you and Nick'll have me."
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"Won't be any makin' out in the back room or nothin' but I wouldn't have anythin' against it. Might mean we're on different shifts though," he reckons with a wince. "It'd be useful as hell to have more hands loadin' in liquor, next time we're in port."
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Not that keeping up with maintenance wasn't keeping him busy, and he had no intention of giving up his work, just adding a second job on his Barge resume.
"Think about it, talk to Nick, if you want more hands I can help. I'll still be on maintenance too, so could be a part-time thing to start, see how it goes?"
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"I don't need to think about it and Cherries and Whiskey'll be fine, either way. Not exactly an 'ask permission' kinda guy, if you haven't figured that out yet." So much easier to ask for forgiveness.
"Sides, I think you'd like Nick. He's funny enough. Good to work with. So yeah. Put in for it. We'll steal a few hours of that life for ourselves, fill our proverbial pockets until you can come back home with me."
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He tilts his head, "You sure? I mean it kinda sounded like you were trying to talk me out of it there for a second. If you want this bartending thing to just be yours, that's fine, I don't have to be in every part of your life at all times."
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"Darlin', I want you happy and fulfilled and if part of that is you comin' to work in the bar to in part fulfill what I just said about missin' it, then I got no problem with it. I was more worried about you givin' up maintenance and goin' solo on arguably softer work."
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He gives a soft huff of a sigh and leans in to kiss Raylan, a quick, but meaningful and warm peck on the lips. Once, twice, three times, quick little kisses before turning his attention to his eggs.
"I'll think about it. It was just a thought. I kind of miss it too." He points a fork at Raylan.
"For the record, you do make me happy and fulfilled every day."
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