Now who was being romantic? Majima had rested his hands one over Tim's hip, another over his beefy thigh, and now he tilted his face upward to catch his boyfriend in a kiss. A couple of them, actually: to the corner of Tim's mouth where his left fang was exposed, and the bridge of his nose, with that scatter of freckles. And then a smooch with some tongue in the package, even though Majima could feel a big dumb smile wanting to take over his face. It did anyway, despite his efforts. ]
I feel the same way. I love you, more than anythin' in the whole world. And...
[ Majima loved every inch of this sweet slab of beef, actually. Now that he'd had a taste of what it was like to be hopelessly, stupidly in love, how could he ever go back? ]
We can still get married here, y'know. I wanna really go overboard. White cake, tons of flowers, nice suits, frilly little invitations... the works.
[ Go big or go home, right? An inextricable part of Majima's personality. If he was going to have a wedding, he wanted it to be a wedding, with doves and rings and shit, and he wanted to see the smile on Tim's face when he leaned in to kiss the groom. Surely Tim would want the same, right? He loved flowers and romantic gestures, and if Majima could help make that happen, by god he was going to do it. ]
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Date: 2019-12-08 05:46 pm (UTC)Now who was being romantic? Majima had rested his hands one over Tim's hip, another over his beefy thigh, and now he tilted his face upward to catch his boyfriend in a kiss. A couple of them, actually: to the corner of Tim's mouth where his left fang was exposed, and the bridge of his nose, with that scatter of freckles. And then a smooch with some tongue in the package, even though Majima could feel a big dumb smile wanting to take over his face. It did anyway, despite his efforts. ]
I feel the same way. I love you, more than anythin' in the whole world. And...
[ Majima loved every inch of this sweet slab of beef, actually. Now that he'd had a taste of what it was like to be hopelessly, stupidly in love, how could he ever go back? ]
We can still get married here, y'know. I wanna really go overboard. White cake, tons of flowers, nice suits, frilly little invitations... the works.
[ Go big or go home, right? An inextricable part of Majima's personality. If he was going to have a wedding, he wanted it to be a wedding, with doves and rings and shit, and he wanted to see the smile on Tim's face when he leaned in to kiss the groom. Surely Tim would want the same, right? He loved flowers and romantic gestures, and if Majima could help make that happen, by god he was going to do it. ]