notjustaface | Playing House: Moving In

Playing House: Moving In

It's not the best digs they've had, it's a small one-bedroom apartment in the middle of Montreal, but compared to where they've been staying it may as well be the Vegas Hilton. But, it's theirs.

For a whole month, it belongs to them to come and go as they please and make a life for themselves. A life that Face hopes might just be enough to convince Hannibal that running maybe isn't the best idea.

After a day of shopping every thrift shop and half the department stores in town, they managed to pull together some basic living necessities that Face was taking great care to bring up from the curb while Murdock put it all away.

"Last box, baby..." he says with a wide smirk, locking the door behind them. "This is real."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

He waves him over to the tiny kitchenette, where he's unloading a small, motley collection of unmatched dishes.

"We got everything we need, right?"

"We'll have to get groceries later," he murmurs, leaning close against Murdock's back to press kisses against his neck.

"But I think we've done good."

Tired from a long day of unpacking, he leans back into his partner's arms.

"Did real good."

It's weird to think that they won't have to worry about where they're spending the night for the next month.

His eyes catch a crack in the baseboard and follow it up behind the cabinets - but he really couldn't care less.

"It's all ours..." he squeezes his arms tight around Murdock's waist, taking the weight against him easily. "Our own little paradise."

The place would definitely be a fixer-upper if they weren't renting. And were staying longer than a month. But still.

"No having to worry about picking up and movin' out every morning..."

Face moans, aroused at the simple thought of a break - man how times have changed. Five years ago he was going out of his mind trapped on base or in camp between missions, now the mere thought of a break warms him.

"God I love it."

He turns to face him, nuzzling his neck. Any further household chores are clearly not high on the priority list.

"No worryin' about stayin' quiet at night..."

Best part of living alone - chores can wait. Boxes can wait. There's a futon already put together with brand new sheets and his favorite man's in his arms.

"Mmm..." he nuzzles back, finding Murdock's lips for a soft kiss. "This neighborhood? We could scream from the rooftops and nobody would notice."

"Probably."

He leans in, holding him tight as they continue kissing.

"You wanna?"

... You brought that on yourself, Face.

"Me? Want to?" His grin spreads wide and he leans back, lifting Murdock up off the floor by an inch.

"Race you to the stairs."

He laughs as he's lifted up just long enough for one more kiss.

"You're on."

He giggles - a sound he will later claim he is physically incapable of making - and lowers him down with another warm kiss.

"I'll even give you a head start!" He strips off his sweaty t-shirt - waiting a beat.

For a supposedly non-existent sound, he sure loves hearing it.

"Bring it."

He can't help lingering slightly as the shirt's removed, though.

"Oh, it's been brought..." He laughs again, letting his hands linger a moment on Murdock's belt before tugging open the buckle.

Making a slow run for the stairs - he's not exactly trying to win.

They're more or less together as they make their way up the stairs.

"Think we can call that one a draw," he says, grinning.

"A draw? No way man... I won by at least a foot!"

It's cool outside, and the city's busy beneath them with just enough sunshine to make his skin warm.

"Okay, okay... you're the winner."

He stretches, reaching his hands toward the sky that seems so much closer from up here.

"Nice day."

He's always the winner, at least in his own mind.

Watching with warm amusement, he murmurs; "Beautiful."

Sometimes he just can't help himself - not when he's riding high as he is.

"I love this man!" He shouts, quite literally from the rooftop. "And he is all mine."

"And he's mine," he yells back, startling a passing pigeon as he tackles him and hugs him tight.

It's really just a joy to see him so happy.

Happiness is so fleeting - holding on to it is a beautiful thing.

"All yours, baby..." his voice drops to a low purr and he presses a kiss to Murdock's jaw, holding close.

"All yours."

"Mmm, I know. And we got a whole month to show each other."

He holds him quietly for a few minutes, the city noise the only thing between them.

"Love you, babe."

Just being there is a big show, not the roof - not really - but being together, in a place. Their place. He's never had a place of his own before... let alone a place with someone else.

"Our place..." he groans, kissing him again. "We have a place."

"Yeah we do," he agrees. He can't remember the last time he's seen him look this happy, and somehow the next month spreading out before them doesn't seem nearly long enough.

"We're home, baby."

Finding both fists buried under Murdock's shirt - clutching him as tight as he can - Face kisses him again.

"We're really doing this," he sighs tenderly; "we're home."

On the roof no less...

"God... Take your pants off."

"What, here?"

He smiles against Face's mouth as he rests his palms on his bare chest, spreading his fingers to feel the warm skin beneath.

"Someone's getting frisky..."

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject