Playing House: And It All Ends Far Too Soon

[notjustaface]

His last day at work, they'll be heading out come morning, and Face is torn between the nagging voice in his head that wants to stay more than anything and the sense of duty that tells him he has to go. In the end, it's Murdock's insistence that they go keeps him moving.

He's had a few drinks when he trudges up the stairs to their small apartment and is singing an upbeat song in French when he lets himself in - trying to keep the mood as light as he can.

After hanging his jacket, he calls out proudly; "Reste avec moi pour toujours mon amour?"

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[notthatcrazy]

He's got his own set of scars with their own stories. Some of which he hasn't shared yet.

"Yeah, I know."

He sighs, wanting to move on to a less gloomy topic. He rests his hands on Face's waist again, petting and teasing.

[notjustaface]

They'll come, in time. For now, there are better things to worry about.

"Give me a smile..." he says softly, pushing up on his knees to strip off his shirt. "Please?"

[notthatcrazy]

The smile he gives in response is mostly genuine. He tugs at the waistband of Face's pants, pushing them down a little.

"Gotta make the last night special."

[notjustaface]

Wiggling his hips, he lets the jeans ride down low before shifting out of them with a wild grin.

"I thought it was always special?" Maybe not the late night grope and go... but... usually.

He laughs low in his throat, leaning in again to kiss him.

[notthatcrazy]

Even the 'let's do this fast before someone wakes up' sex has its charms, really.

"You're always special."

He makes short work of shedding his own clothes before settling back down beside him.

"What're you in the mood for tonight, sweetheart?"

[notjustaface]

Charms, but not nearly the joy of doing it right.

"You." He answers with honest, soulful eyes. "And for it not to end."

Unfortunately, everything good has to end some time... Usually sooner rather than later.

[notthatcrazy]

"I know," he sighs. He rests his hands on Face's chest, grazing gently with his fingernails, just enough to leave slight marks.

"I'll always be here, though."

[notjustaface]

The rough drag elicits a shallow groan and he pushes against the touch.

"Remember Oregon?" He asks in a dull purr; "Under the stars..."

[notthatcrazy]

"I do," he purrs, digging his nails in a bit deeper.

"You remember what I told you that night?"

[notjustaface]

Grinning wider, he shivers at the intense touch.

"Mmmhmm... I wanna hear it again..."

[notthatcrazy]

He smiles, nuzzling his neck.

"You're my perfect fit."

His voice wavers as he swallows the lump in his throat.

"And I'm so glad we found each other."

[notjustaface]

Moaning softly, Face nuzzles back against him even harder and grips his hip tight - rocking against him.

"It was bound to happen... we're like two halves of a whole."

[notthatcrazy]

"Soulmates."

He just lets the word hang there for a moment.

"And we'll get to settle down for good someday."

[notjustaface]

He aches a little, hearing that word in Murdock's soft voice.

"Promise." He says, with just enough sigh in his voice to make it unclear if he's asking a question or making a statement.

[notthatcrazy]

"Will you promise me?"

He presses against him tightly, almost pleading. He knows that Face is committed to him, as much as his emotional hang-ups will allow him to be, but he needs to hear the words.

"Please?"

[notjustaface]

He swallows hard, holding him close. It takes a long moment, a few deep breaths and a soft sigh, but he manages to suck it up enough to make a promise he's not entirely sure he can keep.

"I promise..." he brushes a kiss across Murdock's nose; "that we'll make it work."

[notthatcrazy]

"That's my boy," he sighs happily.

"Make love to me, baby?"

[notjustaface]

The happy sigh draws a relieved smile across his face and he nuzzles back against him. "You don't have to ask..."

His voice drops to a whisper and he says; "Anything you want, baby..."

[notthatcrazy]

He knows promises are hard for him. Baby steps.

"Love to feel you inside me."

He knows Face usually prefers to give up control and let Murdock take charge, showing that he trusts him, but sometimes it's nice to switch things up.

[notjustaface]

It's enough to draw up a hollow whimper and he pushes himself eagerly between Murdock's thighs - kissing him even harder.

"I think I can manage..." he murmurs, kissing down his chin to his throat.

[notthatcrazy]

He reaches out blindly for the bedside drawer, finding the lube and pressing it into his partner's hand.

"You do take good care of me."

[notjustaface]

For the moment, he's far too interested in the line of his throat and the soft fur of his chest to do more than grasp it in his hand.

"Could say the same for you," he purrs, nipping his collar bone and tasting his skin.

[notthatcrazy]

Being prepared is good. It's the motto of Scouts and Rangers alike. (Unofficially at least.)

"Must be love," he teases fondly.

[notjustaface]

It's gotten them out of more than one jam... and not always of the sexy type.

"Love makes you do crazy things..." he looks up with an easy smirk before nibbling his way down Murdock's chest. "And makes you want things..."

[notthatcrazy]

"Makes you wanna give whatever you can."

He huffs slightly at the gentle nips.

"What're you thinkin', beautiful?"