Anniversary

[notthatcrazy]

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 should," he teases, grinning down at him. "Be a shame to waste a masterpiece."

[notjustaface]

Tilting his hips suggestively, he pushes back against his lover with a smirk.

"You think I'll stop you?"

[notthatcrazy]

Well, if he insists. The only camera available is the phone on the nightstand, which he reaches for as he pushes him back down to the mattress.

"Say cheese."

[notjustaface]

"Fucker!" He grins, flipping off the camera but allowing the photo no less. One more memory he'll eventually have to explain to someone.

"Come here, you nut."

[notthatcrazy]

"Close enough."

He's not too worried about it. Some memories are just for them.

"You know you love me."

[notjustaface]

"Far, far too much..." He grins wide, pushing up just enough to wrap his arms around Murdock and pull him down for a warm kiss.

"You know I wouldn't let just anyone paint chocolate stick figures on me."

[notthatcrazy]

He returns the kiss with gusto.

"Well I'd certainly hope not." He gives him a mock-scandalized look as he licks the chocolate off of one finger.

[notjustaface]

Oh now that's just not fair...

Face lets out a dull, frustrated murmur as he pushes his hips up to dig his arousal into Murdock's thigh.

"You know what I mean."

[notthatcrazy]

"I know, I know..."

He trails a line of kisses down his neck and across his chest, stopping just before he reaches the body paint.

"I'm totally your favorite."

[notjustaface]

Even if he wasn't buzzing with warm kisses, he'd still be grinning ear to ear.

"Definitely my favorite... my favorite favorite above all other favorites."

It's sappy and silly and he knows it, but why not. It's their day.

[notthatcrazy]

Soon enough they'll have to get up and go be badass fugitive soldiers of fortune again, but sappy is good for now.

"Yeah, well..." he grins, swiping his tongue just a little lower. "You're my favorite too."

Y'know... in case he forgot.

[notjustaface]

Hey, not everyone can master the art of both fugitives and cuddle bunnies.

"Good to know," he manages, cutting back a hollow groan with the entirely-too-nice stroke of Murdock's tongue.

"God, you're killing me slowly..."

[notthatcrazy]

Badass cuddle bunnies are the best kind.

He chuckles softly against his skin as he continues the path downward, the body art disappearing as slowly as it had been applied.

"Not much longer."

[notjustaface]

And they've become quite adept at badass cuddle bunny-ness.

The laugh only teases him further, drawing out another groan. "Mmm... I hope you're right..."

[notthatcrazy]

They're like... ninja bunnies.

"Trust me, I know what I'm doing."

How he knows is anyone's guess, but he dips lower, taking full advantage of those newly discovered ticklish spots as he reaches the last of the marks.

[notjustaface]

Except a ninja wouldn't know the first thing about how to handle an AK-47.

Murdock knows far too well what he's doing if the soft moans couple with ticklish jolts, driving his hips against his lover.

"You learn well, man... too well..."

[notthatcrazy]

Fair point. In any case, the bunnies are totally kicking ass.

"You wouldn't want it any other way."

He settles back against him after the last bit of chocolate disappears, pushing against him as he considers their next move.

[notjustaface]

"I'll take you just the way I've got you," he half-laughs - levering himself up against Murdock's weight before rolling him over in an easy, swift motion.

"In fact..." He purrs, brushing a kiss against his lips once he's got his lover successfully pinned underneath him; "I'll take you any way you want."

[notthatcrazy]

He sighs happily. Somehow Face knew what he wanted before he did.

"Love you, baby."

[notjustaface]

Sometimes he reads the signs right...

Kissing him deeper as though rewarding him for the warm words, Face smiles against his lips and murmurs; "Love you too. Always."

[notthatcrazy]

"You know it."

Ten years down and who knows how many more ahead... He doesn't voice the thought, which feels a little too much like tempting fate.

"Feel so good..." He arches up against him.

[notjustaface]

"I do..." he murmurs tenderly, stroking himself against Murdock's thigh with a smooth grin.

"What? Me telling you I love you in broad daylight or this?"

[notthatcrazy]

"Mmm... gonna have to go with both."

He presses against him, tracing invisible patterns on his back and arms.

"Now...please?"

[notjustaface]

"Now what?" He asks almost innocently... mostly just because he likes to hear it from time to time - and he's been teased long enough to push those buttons as he tries to remember just where the little bottle of slippery goodness is.

[notthatcrazy]

There's something to be said for knowing each other well enough to push buttons expertly.

"Want you," he sighs, almost whimpering as he tries to get closer.