notjustaface | The Love Boat

The Love Boat - Day 1

It's supposed to be an easy mission, kick back - take a cruise, maybe work on their tans in the process. Baggage, check. Engagement rings, check. Wedding bands, check. Tuxedos, check.

Hannibal and BA boarded first thing in the morning as crew, giving them more than ample time to install some weaponry and a pair of clean cell phones in their cabin and start sweeping for suspicious signs of gun running.

The happy couple took the opportunity to sleep in and have a nice breakfast before heading down to the marina to board.

"It's a nice cabin," Face murmurs, depositing his suitcase on the large bed before heading to the closet to hang up their carefully wrapped formal wear.

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His smile spreads to a full grin and he can't help but lick his lips at the soft sound of Murdock's approval.

"Well, at least she's not going anywhere any time soon."

He nods.

"Can we postpone the shop talk a while? I'd kinda like to have a nice dinner with my fiance."

"You like that word, don't you babe?" He shakes his head slightly, his smile not dropping a bit.

"I just figure one of us should be able to say it without stuttering or turning red."

"I don't stutter." He takes another large bite, leaning back with one knee crossed over the other.

"You are my fiancee..." he grins; "for the time being, at least."

"Right. And a few days from now I'll be your husband."

That's definitely a word they've not used yet, and he's not quite sure how he'll react.

"Least as far as anyone knows."

"Well..." he leans forward as much as the slacks will allow, "I figure if I'm getting hitched, may as well be for love."

If the warm blue eyes convey anything, it's just that. He really means what he's saying.

Even if he follows it up with a joke; "Maybe it'll be good for me, settle me down a bit."

"There are definitely worse reasons."

He leans forward to meet him until their foreheads are nearly touching.

"Maybe... wouldn't want you too settled though."

He smiles fondly, uncrossing his legs to close the short distance between them with a soft kiss.

When he breaks away, it's with a whispered; "Maybe someday."

It's as good as a promise to him, just knowing he's thinking about it that way.

"Yeah... maybe."

The softness of his 'maybe' pulls at him, mingling with the stranger's certainty that he was a heart breaker.

Harder than before, he kisses him again - opening his mouth with a broad sweep of his tongue to taste the sweet drink and savory food. "You know I love you, man. We wouldn't be here if I didn't."

"Hey..."

He tilts his chin up, looking him in the eye.

"Of course I do. What's going on with you?"

He shakes his head slightly, sliding back in his chair to hide behind his drink as he flashes a gentle, easy smirk.

"Just thinking. Nothing, man. Nothing at all."

He watches as he slips back into that easy, practiced smile.

"Okay. Just... you know you can talk to me."

"There's nothing to talk about," he half-shrugs into another bite.

"We should write our own vows."

Changing the subject always works, particularly when he knows it's something Murdock can follow down the rabbit hole of distraction.

"You look like there is."

He doesn't feel like pushing him too hard, though. Not today.

"You think?"

He's going to ignore that, because Murdock is one of a very select handful of people that could get that from his relaxed affect.

And because there's no easy way to say that 'I'm worried it's not a question of if I hurt you, but how long until I do'.

"Could be fun... get a chance to say the things we don't really ever have a chance to say."

He knows him well enough to know when he's actually relaxed compared to just acting like he is. He even has a vague idea of why, though he has no idea just how worried he is about it.

"I like the sound of that."

Mouth still half-full of some spicy crepe-like thing he doesn't know the name off, Face mutters; "I knew you would."

He swallows and licks his lips, wiping his mouth before he offers; "Tell you what, after dinner we'll head to our cabin for a couple hours - bang out some vows - and then hit the late-night cocktail party to see if we can't get a little more information on our mystery ladies?"

There's a dab of sauce on the side of his mouth, and he reaches out with a thumb to wipe it away.

"Sounds like a plan to me."

For a second, he turns his head just enough to brush a kiss against his thumb, his lips shifting into a much more genuine smile.

"I'd like to get into her room."

"We'll get to that. No shop talk right now, remember?"

His hand lingers on Face's cheek before he returns to his own meal.

If he rolls his eyes, it's with affection that speaks of his lack of a line between the job and his life - because right now, on the run? They may as well be the same.

"What are we supposed to talk about?" He raises an eyebrow; "We haven't been to a movie in like... well... since were incarcerated."

And that's the frustrating thing. He just wants to find some kind of normalcy.

"So... let's talk about the future. What do you wanna do when we get done with this?"

He knows Hannibal's planned for a quick and dirty getaway when they get up north, but he's still hoping for a little downtime.

Not any time soon.

"Mmm... the honeymoon?" He grins around the tines of his fork. "I'm thinking maybe Brazil... laying naked on the beach while I watch you learn how to play volleyball."

Of course, if the cold weather gear Hannibal made sure he had packed for their getaway is any indication, there won't be any naked volleyball in his near future.

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