[The biggest thing that Max can do here is listen, really listen to Michael, and hold him impossibly close while he does, because it's not only Michael that needs to feel needed, but Max had been worrying, and he was feeling his own way by now. He had to be close to his lover, and had to find contact not only by kissing and holding, but his hands crept under Michael's shirt as they talked and wandered over the fabric of his skin, easing softly along sides and back, measuring out the notches in his spine. God how he loved this man. It was making his heart ache by the time Michael was truly through with speaking.
Already, Max realizes the mood that he's created, he realizes the apology set in Michael's tone, and he's beginning to settle to the closeness of their bodies and the hurtful need that he felt earlier is washing away in the soothing tone of his fiancee's words. There's a care there that makes Max glad that the date of their ceremony is soon, so that he himself doesn't have to wait much longer, because he doesn't think that he can. ]
I love you. Let me say that first, and again, because all things should begin with that. Yeah, I was scared that you were still worried about me not making it to the finish line, and I am willing to do anything you need to keep you from worry, you know that. I hated being apart after I woke up. It set something down in my stomach that scared me for some unknown reason, maybe it was because it was so close to everything.
I don't know. I would have been okay if you'd come back by morning, but when you didn't. I guess I freaked out, because I do need you, and every now and then I keep thinking that we forget it, but I know that we can't, cause we've always needed one another. I'm so glad that you love our place for now, cause I like it out here with the fire pit, and all our memories. I know there are some that need to be erased, but I see you everywhere now. We are slowly marking up this house with all our love, and that's what matters.
[Feeling the tinges of Michael's desperation, and the edges of his own neediness, Max noses along Michael's neck and kisses him sharply up and down. Max slips his hand a little higher and then presses in and concentrates, fingers grow bright red and he renews their mark so that everything between them is in sharp relief, the love, the understanding, the concern and the relief on both their parts at being back together, the sense of home that they feel when they are pressed up close like this.]
Michael Guerin, you are mine, and I am yours, for always, don't ever forget that. I don't need some judge to declare it, or write it down. No sheet makes me yours on this day or any day. I've belonged to you from the beginning and I'll be with you until the end and even after if the gods decree it.
[Kissing Michael deeply, max holds his hand over Michael's heart as he says all this, and pours his emotions into the kiss as well, sealing them together through every method he knows how.]
also totally fine if you want to leave it here i just realized i hadn't replied :3
[By now, the linking, Max joining them together body and soul should be a familiar feeling but it still makes his breath hitch and his heart pound like the first time. He's glad Max did it. He didn't even know he needed it until the heat of Max's touch was seeping into every part of him, warming him from the inside and chasing away the cold fear and anxiety that crept in and made a home inside of him when they were apart.
God, he wishes he could do the same to Max. He wanted to show him so many things. Maybe there was still a chance they hadn't tapped into all of their abilities yet, just maybe. For now, he focuses on the way their mouths slot together, the sweet slide of lips and tongue that pulls tiny, needy noises from him as their separation seems to hit him at the same time as Max's emotions come flooding in in sharp relief. Placing a hand over Max's on his chest, he holds it there and concentrates on letting his own emotions flow through. He wants Max to feel everything; the pain he felt at leaving last night, the fear of fucking this up, the sheer relief that they are together and okay and mostly the overwhelming and heart wrenching love Michael feels for him. If nothing else, he needs Max to know that.
By the time they come up for air, he's panting but there's a smile turning up the corners of his lips but he still holds Max's hand on his chest, not ready to let him go.]
You are never getting rid of me, Max Evans. I would find you in every life and marry you on this planet and the next. And I promise, I will never pull that shit again. Ever. I don't need to hide; not from you.
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Already, Max realizes the mood that he's created, he realizes the apology set in Michael's tone, and he's beginning to settle to the closeness of their bodies and the hurtful need that he felt earlier is washing away in the soothing tone of his fiancee's words. There's a care there that makes Max glad that the date of their ceremony is soon, so that he himself doesn't have to wait much longer, because he doesn't think that he can. ]
I love you. Let me say that first, and again, because all things should begin with that. Yeah, I was scared that you were still worried about me not making it to the finish line, and I am willing to do anything you need to keep you from worry, you know that. I hated being apart after I woke up. It set something down in my stomach that scared me for some unknown reason, maybe it was because it was so close to everything.
I don't know. I would have been okay if you'd come back by morning, but when you didn't. I guess I freaked out, because I do need you, and every now and then I keep thinking that we forget it, but I know that we can't, cause we've always needed one another. I'm so glad that you love our place for now, cause I like it out here with the fire pit, and all our memories. I know there are some that need to be erased, but I see you everywhere now. We are slowly marking up this house with all our love, and that's what matters.
[Feeling the tinges of Michael's desperation, and the edges of his own neediness, Max noses along Michael's neck and kisses him sharply up and down. Max slips his hand a little higher and then presses in and concentrates, fingers grow bright red and he renews their mark so that everything between them is in sharp relief, the love, the understanding, the concern and the relief on both their parts at being back together, the sense of home that they feel when they are pressed up close like this.]
Michael Guerin, you are mine, and I am yours, for always, don't ever forget that. I don't need some judge to declare it, or write it down. No sheet makes me yours on this day or any day. I've belonged to you from the beginning and I'll be with you until the end and even after if the gods decree it.
[Kissing Michael deeply, max holds his hand over Michael's heart as he says all this, and pours his emotions into the kiss as well, sealing them together through every method he knows how.]
also totally fine if you want to leave it here i just realized i hadn't replied :3
God, he wishes he could do the same to Max. He wanted to show him so many things. Maybe there was still a chance they hadn't tapped into all of their abilities yet, just maybe. For now, he focuses on the way their mouths slot together, the sweet slide of lips and tongue that pulls tiny, needy noises from him as their separation seems to hit him at the same time as Max's emotions come flooding in in sharp relief. Placing a hand over Max's on his chest, he holds it there and concentrates on letting his own emotions flow through. He wants Max to feel everything; the pain he felt at leaving last night, the fear of fucking this up, the sheer relief that they are together and okay and mostly the overwhelming and heart wrenching love Michael feels for him. If nothing else, he needs Max to know that.
By the time they come up for air, he's panting but there's a smile turning up the corners of his lips but he still holds Max's hand on his chest, not ready to let him go.]
You are never getting rid of me, Max Evans. I would find you in every life and marry you on this planet and the next. And I promise, I will never pull that shit again. Ever. I don't need to hide; not from you.