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[justbeingknife]

Yeah? That's good to hear. Because I'm not goin' anywhere.

[ And when Tim kissed him again, maybe he'd be able to read ahead in the disorganized, looping patterns Majima was tracing along the back of one beefy shoulder. What they said, and what Majima had to wait to say once their lips parted again: ]

You're the only one for me.

[ That was conviction, all right. What were the odds? They had to be long ones. Because there surely weren't many souls out there who could handle Majima loving them the way he did Tim -- lavishly, in not only gentler, traditional affection but the willingness to step on his lover and tell them how good they looked in some nice rope and a couple of well-placed lashes. ]

[ Another couple of smooches, as scattershot as the speckles over Tim's cheeks. Majima felt giddy, as if he was about to overflow with feeling, and maybe that was exactly where he was. But two could play at this dumb, flirty game. Hopefully Tim wasn't expecting it to stop once the proposal was out, that was just silly. ]

So tell me, huh? How long were you thinkin' about it?

Would you've said yes last year?

[ Yeah, Tim. Spill those juicy deets. ]

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[Clearly they were going to be that couple-- the kind that still flirted and were sickeningly romantic with each other, even years and years into the marriage. Which wasn't a bad thing for them, it just meant that everyone around them was going to have the bar raised for them. The romantic equivalent of a curve-breaker on your tough exam.]

Oh, uh. Well. [Tim went a little red, which was hardly uncommon around Majima.] I mean, y'know, I thought about it a regular amount. As much as a normal person would think about it. Normally.

[Which means that sometimes he would lay on his bed, sighing like the lead in a Regency-era drama and thinking about 'til death do he part with his favorite wolfman. So only a normal amount if Pride and Prejudice was your metric for normal consideration of marriage.]

But, I, uh. If you asked me last year, it would've been really sudden? I would've had to think about it, for, like... I dunno, a minute? Then I probably would've said yes.

[Because when it came to love, Tim was, ultimately, an idiot.]

[justbeingknife]

[ Maybe Tim wasn't getting into all the juicy details at the moment, but Majima had gotten to know him well enough that he could read between the lines. Well, that and the bullman was blushing like a schoolboy, something that always melted his stony, crime man heart.

Majima went in for another liplock, the palm of his hand pressed up against the center of his fiancé's chest. Did he want to reassure himself that Tim was really there? Or reassure Tim that Majima wasn't just some dream concocted by a fatigued brain hopped up on paperback romances?

Maybe both. ]

I'm so glad.

[ About everything. But especially about the yes. ]

I was real nervous, y'know? Thought I'd forget what I wanted to say. But when ya said you'd come back with me, I was so happy.

[ A little stem of cherry blossoms was spiraling its way down towards the grass; Majima caught it and tucked it behind Tim's ear, because of course, right? Why wouldn't Tim look even more gorgeous with some dumb flowers in his hair, where all that product would probably keep it right where it was? All hail hair gel. ]

You're perfect.