notthatcrazy | Anniversary

It's early, and the sun is just starting to filter in through the blinds as he wakes. He's always been something of a morning person, when he sleeps at all, and though he's gotten better at resting during the night he still has his morning routines.

Leaving Face to sleep a while longer, he slips away to the kitchen for breakfast. He briefly takes note of the calendar on the wall, but it's not until he's poured himself a bowl of cereal and settled in for morning cartoons that the significance of the date sinks in.

Ten years. It's been exactly a decade since Mexico. Since his life was immeasurably changed for the better, despite the hardships and roadblocks along the way.

He'll have to mark the occasion with the others later, but right now there's only one place he wants to be. His breakfast finished, he returns to the bedroom, slipping back under the covers next to his still-sleeping partner. Not wanting to wake him, he contents himself with pressing against his back, letting his fingers trace the tattoo on his bicep before coming to rest on his chest. They've come so far, but sometimes he still wishes he could somehow telepathically communicate the depth of everything he feels.

I love you and I won't ever leave you.

He doesn't even realize he's whispered the words out loud until he feels Face stir in his arms.

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notthatcrazy

"I think we both would," he says quietly.

Sure, they'd survive - they're nothing if not survivors - but fine is another thing entirely.

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notjustaface

"Enough of that..." he rolls his eyes, nuzzling against him again before pushing up on his knees - letting the blanket drop down to Murdock's knees.

"We should celebrate."

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notthatcrazy

Quite enough. Now's not the time to get maudlin.

"What'd you have in mind?"

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notjustaface

"Well... we are already naked..."

He is capable of thought that doesn't involve his penis, really. It's just tough when he happens to be naked and on top of someone he'd quite gladly have sex with.

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notthatcrazy

"Mmhmm. Seems like a shame to waste it."

He takes his hand, pulling him down until they're lying chest to chest again.

"Can we stay like this a while first? I like holding you."

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notjustaface

"For you?" He murmurs, brushing kisses against Murdock's scruff; "I think I can handle that."

And it's sad to admit that for most people, he couldn't. Cuddling felt awkward, like a waste of time between having sex and not having sex. But for some reason with him it felt right.

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notthatcrazy

And Murdock, who's friendly and affectionate with just about everyone, has never had an easy time just being still. But when they're together it's easier to let his racing mind slow down just a little.

It's pretty special.

"Thanks, babe."

He reaches up to touch his face, running a thumb along his cheekbone.

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notjustaface

Leaning into the touch, his muscles relaxing until more of his weight pressed down into Murdock's arms, Face lets out a soft pleased sigh.

Pretty damn special.

"Any time..." He looks back at him with a somewhat dopey, honest grin - hair poking up every which way.

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notthatcrazy

He welcomes the close contact with a warm kiss, continuing the soft touches. Not for the first time that morning, he wishes he had the words to express everything he's feeling.

Face has always been an 'actions speak louder than words' kind of guy, but he still wants to say it.

"You're pretty amazing, you know that?"

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notjustaface

With his best 'who, me?' innocent look, he really can't even claim that he doesn't think he's at least a little bit awesome. But, still...

"Nah... now you... you are the one who can fly anything from a kite to a jumbo jet you built out of spare parts. That's pretty amazing."

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notthatcrazy

"I have my moments," he allows with a grin. "But that doesn't mean you're not."

And he doesn't quite know how to say 'You've been through things that a lot of people couldn't handle, and you're still here trying to make things right.' In lieu of the right words, he lets his hands trail down his back, pressing kisses against his shoulder.

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notjustaface

The touch, at least, is something he can handle - warm skin against skkin telling him what he can't say.

"Mmmm." He murmurs soft agreement, kissing along the curve of his ear. "I love you, you know that right?"

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notthatcrazy

"I know. I love you too."

He sighs happily at the kisses.

"It means a lot that you don't mind dealing with my issues."

He knows he's sensitive, and that his emotions can complicate things at really awkward times. It means the world to him to have someone who accepts him and loves him as he is.

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notjustaface

"Hey..." Face's eyes darken slightly, a little more serious than before; "you're not the only one with issues here. Mine just dress up nicer."

Because apparently it's more socially acceptable to chase women than have an invisible dog.

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notthatcrazy

"That's part of love, though. Understanding each other's flaws."

He smiles softly, continuing to rub his back.

"... I just remembered we never did try that body paint."

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notjustaface

He's sure that transition makes sense somewhere in Murdock's head - and he's not about to dissect it. Face only grins wider and shakes his head, brushing a kiss to his temple.

"You saying you want to paint my flaws?"

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notthatcrazy

"I'd rather paint your good parts."

He pauses to consider this.

"That sounded dirtier than I meant it to."

Either way, it's still true.

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notjustaface

"Just between you and me?" He leans in and whispers against Murdock's ear, grinning madly; "Pretty sure they're one in the same."

It's their kind of dirty talk. Sort of. Kind of.

At least he's pretty sure it's dirty. And if it wasn't before, it is now.

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notthatcrazy

He's pretty sure he was trying to make some sort of important point, but it doesn't seem to matter anymore as he laughs.

"What am I gonna do with you, huh?"

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notjustaface

Face has been up less than an hour, any important point is lost on him beyond loving and being loved.

The seriousness dissipating, he pushes up to look him in the eye before answering; "Anything you want, man."

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notthatcrazy

"Hmm. Anything is a lot of things."

... That also made sense in his head.

"I think I'll keep you."

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notjustaface

"Among other things." He bends in and presses a kiss to the tip of his nose.

"But I'm glad you will."

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notthatcrazy

"Among many, many other things."

He grins up at him, nothing but love in his eyes.

"I meant it about the body paint, though. We should try it."

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notjustaface

Face is rather fond of those other things, honestly.

"Mmm..." he half-groans, kissing him again; "does that mean I can lay here while you do things to me?"