He loved watching the expression on James's face, the way it moves and shifts as the man sorts through whatever his thoughts might be about it. Raylan was sure that James would want to marry him back. After all that, after making love in their bed with young, wild abandon, after melting into each other as securely as they did, sex or no - James would say yes if he asked him, right?
"Yes," he answers, clearing his plate and setting it aside so he could clear his mouth as he came forward to lean on his elbows, on the counter top and watch James's face some more. "And most people, including the government, don't care."
They could get married if they wanted. Legally, binding, in all the ways that it meant something on paper. The words sat on the end of his tongue, tempered only by the same question James had. It was too soon to ask, wasn't it? Could they be sure this was them and not the spacefaring husbands? Had they separated themselves enough from the people they'd been for twenty some odd years together?
It was all he wanted to say right now, to the point where it hurt.
"Just a little paperwork, a stop down at the local courthouse for forms.. Marriage Licenses are still a thing." It felt odd, admitting that little bit of Government Function that sounds like it's coming out of the dark ages itself. The Government okaying marriages for all the common folk.
It was still an adjustment for him to know that places like that existed, options like that existed for him. People didn't care, the government even supported it. He knows it's not a perfect world but it's leaps and bounds better than his own. They could have that life again. Coming fresh out of a world where he got to taste what it could be like, a preview, and knowing it was fully something they could have again was absolutely intoxicating. Hell, if they were to jump the gun he knew they could make it possible here...
"We should do it then." Spoken confidently, words rolling off his tongue faster than he can realize what it sounds like he's implying.
They should wait. They should give it some time before tying the knot. What if this was just the residual of Vaughn and Rory's life?
"In Miami, I mean, if we make it off this Barge together... we should get married." Of course, he's not opposed to changing those plans if that feeling doesn't fade and someone pops the question.
A smile creeps across Raylan's face, breaking into a grin.
"Darlin' that's the best thing I've heard all year," he purrs, stepping over to slide a palm across James's face to draw him up into a firm, chaste kiss. When it breaks a few moments later, he murmurs.
"I want that. I want forever or as much time as we can steal together James McGraw. I wanna call you husband."
James matches the warmth in Raylan's grin and tips his head with the beckoning caress of that hand to capture Raylan's mouth with a hum. He kisses him in kind, one hand moving to sweep up the outside of the Marshal's thigh to settle at his lower back, touching and smoothing his fingers across his skin at the top of his ass.
"Mm, it does have a very nice ring to it." He'll tip his head up and kiss Raylan again. "You're making it very hard to want to leave."
Hard to leave says the man kissing him back like that. That whole staying home and in bed thing was sounding more and more tempting with James's hand moving back over him. Raylan groans softly and kisses James a third time.
"I should shower." He kisses him again. "I love you. Eat your eggs."
It was only then he'd begrudgingly pull himself away, hand sliding over the pendant hanging on James's neck as he went.
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"Yes," he answers, clearing his plate and setting it aside so he could clear his mouth as he came forward to lean on his elbows, on the counter top and watch James's face some more. "And most people, including the government, don't care."
They could get married if they wanted. Legally, binding, in all the ways that it meant something on paper. The words sat on the end of his tongue, tempered only by the same question James had. It was too soon to ask, wasn't it? Could they be sure this was them and not the spacefaring husbands? Had they separated themselves enough from the people they'd been for twenty some odd years together?
It was all he wanted to say right now, to the point where it hurt.
"Just a little paperwork, a stop down at the local courthouse for forms.. Marriage Licenses are still a thing." It felt odd, admitting that little bit of Government Function that sounds like it's coming out of the dark ages itself. The Government okaying marriages for all the common folk.
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"We should do it then." Spoken confidently, words rolling off his tongue faster than he can realize what it sounds like he's implying.
They should wait. They should give it some time before tying the knot. What if this was just the residual of Vaughn and Rory's life?
"In Miami, I mean, if we make it off this Barge together... we should get married." Of course, he's not opposed to changing those plans if that feeling doesn't fade and someone pops the question.
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"Darlin' that's the best thing I've heard all year," he purrs, stepping over to slide a palm across James's face to draw him up into a firm, chaste kiss. When it breaks a few moments later, he murmurs.
"I want that. I want forever or as much time as we can steal together James McGraw. I wanna call you husband."
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"Mm, it does have a very nice ring to it." He'll tip his head up and kiss Raylan again. "You're making it very hard to want to leave."
Or even finish his breakfast.
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"I should shower." He kisses him again. "I love you. Eat your eggs."
It was only then he'd begrudgingly pull himself away, hand sliding over the pendant hanging on James's neck as he went.