My Smile is My Make-Up: epilogue
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writefictionTitle/Chapter: My Smile is My Make-Up: epilogue (04/04)
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister
Fandom: American Idol
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: NC-17
P.O.V.: First Person, Adam Lambert
Author’s Note: This started as a one-shot to get out my feelings. Then it was a one-shot trilogy. Now there’s an Epilogue. This is definitely the end of the story. Enjoy.
Warning: gay sex, some strong language
Word Count: 2,651
Summary: Six months later finds Adam & Kris with a teething daughter and a 3 week wedding anniversary. Kris wants to make it special.
To get updates on all my fic, please follow me on twitter: twitter.com/writefiction
MY SMILE IS MY MAKE-UP: epilogue
Six Months Later…
I walk out of the master bathroom having washed the make-up from my face just as Kris enters our room. We smile at each other, meeting half way at opposite sides of the bed. We climb up on the king size bed and crawl under the covers, immediately curling up together. I wrap my arms around Kris as he rests his head on top of my heart. “Did she go down alright for you?” I ask of our six and a half month old daughter, who’s cutting another tooth.
I feel Kris’ cheek move with a smile. “Not at first,” he chuckles. “But then I started singing her one of your songs and she was out like a light.”
“One of my songs? It better not have been FYE,” I tell him.
Kris laughs again and raises his head to look at me. “Don’t worry, I know how you feel about her hearing that one,” he reassures me. “I sang her that new one you’ve been working on. The one I keep telling you sounds like a lullaby.”
I feel myself blush a little. “Well, it sort of is a lullaby,” I tell him. “I mean, it’s about my love for Bella and I wrote it for her. What other kind of song would you write a baby?”
Kris gives me a crooked grin. “Really? You’re writing it for her?”
“Don’t sound so surprised,” I reply. “You’ve written dozens of songs for and about her in the past six months.”
Now it’s my husband’s turn to blush. “I just… I didn’t mean it like that,” he says, sounding really embarrassed. “I just meant that you hadn’t written a song for her and I’ve gone hog wild on the songs about her. I’m just really happy that you’re finally working on one for her. That’s all.” He shrugs sheepishly.
I grin. “You’re so cute when you’re all bashful-like,” I tell him, which only serves to make the younger man blush harder and make me giggle at him. “I love you, Kris.”
Kris leans in close, a sweet smile on his face. “I love you too,” he replies. Then he leans in all the way, pressing his lips to mine.
“Mm,” I moan, pulling him tighter to my body. The smaller man crawls on top of me, straddling my hips as he sits up and smiles down at me.
“Know what today is?” he asks. I shake my head. “We’ve been married for three weeks exactly today.”
I grin. “Oh, is that so?” I ask squeezing his hips gently with my hands.
Kristopher nods. “Yes, Husband, it’s been three wonderful weeks of married bliss. Can you believe it’s only been three weeks? It feels like we’ve been together a lifetime.”
I smile softly, reaching up to stroke his cheek. He leans in to the touch as I say, “No, I can’t believe it’s only been a few weeks. I feel like we’ve been together since Hollywood Week. But I also feel like I’ve known you for my entire life and maybe all the ones that came before.”
“You really believe in reincarnation?” Kris asks, tangling our fingers together.
I feel myself flush at his question. “Not until I met you,” I answer honestly. “When we met, it was like I had always known you. That we’d been best friends, even lovers, beforehand which was ridiculous since we’d never met before that week, ya know?”
Kris nods. “I felt like that too. Maybe not the lovers part because I didn’t know I could be in love with a guy but… I definitely felt as if I already knew you. Like I knew everything about you without you say anything to me.” I nod in agreement. “It… Well, it kind of scared me at first, to be completely honest. But then I actually got to know you and it just…” He closes his eyes briefly and shakes his head. Then he looks at me. “It just felt right.”
I sit up and run my fingers through his hair. “I know the feeling,” I murmur, pulling him close. He lets his head drop to my shoulder and I rest my chin on his. “Everything about my relationship with you has felt right. Everything. Even before when you had Katy, what we had still felt right.”
“I told you,” he says softly. “Everything happened the way it was supposed to, all in its own time.”
“We got a beautiful little girl out of it,” I murmur.
Kris nods. “That we did.”
We’re both silent for a moment, just holding on to each other, content with being close. But then my husband begins to place a trail of kisses up the side of my neck. He continues them down my jaw to my chin. Then he looks deep in to my eyes and all I can find in his dark chocolate orbs is warmth, love and respect. I hope that those same emotions are being reflected in my baby blues. I hope that he can see it.
Kris leans in, his mouth covering mine. My eyes close and I pull him tighter to my chest as I kiss him back softly. “Love you,” he breathes against my lips.
“Love you too,” I reply, nipping gently at his lower lip. He slides his hands under my sleep shirt and only pulls away long enough to get it off over my head. His mouth moves over my collar bones and down to my nipples, kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling until they’re hard little peaks. I moan in the back of my throat, my head falling back, my fingers threading through his short brown hair. Then Kris licks a line up the middle of my chest and up my throat, molding his lips to mine.
Our kiss becomes heated, all tongue and teeth and lips. His hands burn wherever they touch my skin, urging my arousal on. I grind my hips in to his, feeling our hard lengths slide together through our pajama bottoms. I grip Kris’ hips and pull him down as I push up, creating a delicious friction in our pants. My husband groans, his head tipping back and I take this opportunity to suckle at his throat. He moans, his hips moving in tiny circles and damnit! I want his clothes off now! I pull back from sucking on his pulse to grip the hem of his t-shirt and rip it off over his head, sending it flying in to some unknown corner of the room.
I scramble to get his sweats off and then his boxer-briefs. “God, why can’t you just go commando like the rest of us gay guys?” I mutter.
Kris laughs lightly. “Because,” he begins, “I know how hard it is for you to get them off when you’re desperate. Makes it a bit more fun to have you fumble with them.”
My head snaps up and I glare playfully at my husband. “You little shit! You do this on purpose?!” He giggles and I toss him down on to the mattress, attacking his sides with my fingers, tickling him till he’s got tears in his eyes.
“Alright! Alright! I give!” He chokes out between struggling to breathe and laughing all at the same time. I finally let up on the torture and pull his boxer-briefs down, tossing them over the side of the bed. I go down on him, taking his entire length in my mouth and sucking softly, twirling my tongue along the underside of his shaft. He moans deeply, his fingers threading through my hair. “Oh god, Adam.” I slowly pull back, sucking at the head, probing his slit. He moans louder, his hips raising off the bed. I push them back down and hold them there as I continue working his head.
I pull off completely, swiping my tongue over the bead of pre-cum that begins to seep from his erection. Then I stand and pull down my sleep pants, my hard cock springing free and jutting up towards my navel. I look at Kris through hooded, lust-filled eyes as he licks over his lips looking like he’s going to start drooling over the sight of my dick.
I climb back on the bed, crawling over to him, a knee and hand on either side of his body. Kris grabs the back of my neck and pulls me down on to his mouth, my whole body falling on top of his, our legs tangling together. “I love you,” I whisper, moving my mouth down to his neck, sucking and nipping gently at the pulse there.
Kris moans and replies breathily, “I love you too. So much.” He kisses me slowly and softly, his tongue lapping lovingly at mine. I pull back and reach for the lube. When I lay back down, my husband curls his fingers around mine. “No,” he says softly. “I want to do it this time.”
I look at him, raising one brow. “So I take it this isn’t just a nice hard fuck?”
Kris shakes his head. “I want to make love to you, Adam. Tonight’s special.”
I smile at him. “If three weeks is special, I want to know what you’re planning for one year,” I tease.
Kris grins at me. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“Wait,” I say as he begins to push me on to my back. “You already have something planned for our one year anniversary?”
Kris nods, kneeling between my legs. He flicks the cap on the bottle of lube and pours some on to his fingers, rubbing it around to warm it some. He looks up at me, his finger circling my hole. “Ready, baby?” he asks. I nod, unable to speak, my breathing becoming shallow. He slowly slides his finger inside me, working it in a circle to make every inch of my walls slick. I gasp as he adds a second finger, scissoring them, stretching me gently.
It’s not often that I bottom. In my life the most times I’ve been the receiver have been with Kris, other than that I’ve only done it less than a handful of times. But he’s always so gentle and takes his time to prep me. It’s almost as if he knows I need this special attention beforehand. He adds a third finger making my hips push down on his hand. I moan when he curls his fingers, immediately finding that spot deep inside of me that makes me see stars. “I… I’m… ready,” I choke out between gasps and moans.
Kris hands me the lube and holds out his hand. I pour a generous amount in to his palm which he works over his straining erection. When it’s nice and slick, he gently pulls his fingers from me making me whimper with the loss. But just as soon as his fingers leave, his prick is at my entrance, gently pushing in little by little. He starts a smooth, slow rhythm, bending down to kiss me lovingly. I twine my fingers in his hair and wrap my legs around his waist, my hips keeping time with his.
His brown eyes focus on my blue ones and there’s so much communicated without any vocal words. It’s just the sound of our deep breathing, moans and gasps, and the sound of flesh sliding against flesh. His chocolate eyes show so much love and caring in them. I hope he knows I feel it and can see it. I hope he knows I feel the same way.
My breath hitches in my chest as my husband moves a little faster and grinds a little harder against my prostate. “I… I love you,” I breathe leaning up to press an open-mouthed kiss against his Adam’s apple.
“I love you too,” he murmurs.
The younger man presses his body close, trapping my cock between us, providing a delicious friction. I moan and tighten my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. Kris groans, throwing his head back giving me the opportunity to suck at his Adam’s apple, something I know he loves. “Oh god, Adam,” he gasps, his hips bucking in to me a little harder.
Soon I’m writhing below the smaller man, my hips bucking frantically, but he’s still going a little too slow for my liking. “Please, Kris,” I whimper. He nods, leaning down to kiss my forehead. Then he sets a hard, fast pace, but one that still shows how much he loves me. “Kris,” I groan, the ‘S’ coming out in a hiss. I let his waist go, digging my heels in to the mattress, raising my hips to meet my lover’s. “Oh god, Kris, harder! Harder, baby!” Kris obliges, pounding in to me in the most erotic way, his cock digging in to my prostate over and over till I’m crying out in pleasure. My cock twitches and my seed flows between us. I clench my muscles around Kris’ length, urging his orgasm to come.
I lean up to his ear, tugging on the earlobe with my teeth. “Please, baby,” I whisper. “I want to feel it. I want to feel you fill me up. Cum for me, Kristopher. Scream my name.” Suddenly Kris’ muscles seize up, his hips pumping erratically.
“Oh god,” he moans. Then his whole body goes rigid, his warm seed filling me up and spilling out on to my thighs as he buries his face in my neck, a muffled scream of my name ripping from his throat. Our hips continue thrust, slowing down with each movement until we stop, spent, holding each other tightly.
Kris presses his lips to mine, and I can feel our tears of joy and pleasure mingling on my cheeks. When he pulls back he captures the salty drips on his lips, kissing away the tears just like he promised in his wedding vows. “I love you,” he murmurs, continuing to place random kisses all over my face.
“I love you too,” I reply softly, stroking his back and sides, any available bare skin that I can reach.
Kris rests his forehead against mine, his soft cock slipping from inside me. “Are you okay?” he asks. “Was I too rough?”
I smile fondly at his concern. “No, baby,” I answer. “You were just perfect. Everything was perfect.”
“Just needed to make sure,” he says softly. I push at him until he rolls off me. I go clean up in the bathroom, then bring the washcloth back out to clean my mess off my dear husband’s body. I toss the facecloth in the hamper and climb back in to bed, pulling the blankets over us. Kris crawls on top of me, tangling our legs, nestling in to the crook of my neck.
I stroke his spine lovingly and kiss his temple. “You were worth it,” I tell him quietly.
“Worth it? Worth what?” Kris asks.
“Every miserable moment I spent those eight months you were gone,” I answer.
Kris lifts his head to look at me. “You were miserable?” he asks. “You never told me that.”
“You didn’t need to know,” I reply.
“Then why’d you tell me now?”
“Because,” I whisper. “You just showed me that I was worth those eight months we didn’t speak.”
“This, what we have now,” he says. “Was worth every minute, every second, that I was in Conway. We’re married and we have a beautiful little daughter. What more could we want?”
I smile softly. “To be this happy for the rest of our lives. That’s what I want.”
Kris smiles back. “And how about a bigger family?”
I nod. “Yeah, that too. But mostly, I just want to be with you every moment that’s to come.”
“Me too,” the younger man murmurs. He presses his lips to mine, just a soft closed-mouth kiss. “I love you,” he whispers. “Always.”
“I love you too,” I reply. “Forever.”
~ The End ~
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister
Fandom: American Idol
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: NC-17
P.O.V.: First Person, Adam Lambert
Author’s Note: This started as a one-shot to get out my feelings. Then it was a one-shot trilogy. Now there’s an Epilogue. This is definitely the end of the story. Enjoy.
Warning: gay sex, some strong language
Word Count: 2,651
Summary: Six months later finds Adam & Kris with a teething daughter and a 3 week wedding anniversary. Kris wants to make it special.
To get updates on all my fic, please follow me on twitter: twitter.com/writefiction
MY SMILE IS MY MAKE-UP: epilogue
Six Months Later…
I walk out of the master bathroom having washed the make-up from my face just as Kris enters our room. We smile at each other, meeting half way at opposite sides of the bed. We climb up on the king size bed and crawl under the covers, immediately curling up together. I wrap my arms around Kris as he rests his head on top of my heart. “Did she go down alright for you?” I ask of our six and a half month old daughter, who’s cutting another tooth.
I feel Kris’ cheek move with a smile. “Not at first,” he chuckles. “But then I started singing her one of your songs and she was out like a light.”
“One of my songs? It better not have been FYE,” I tell him.
Kris laughs again and raises his head to look at me. “Don’t worry, I know how you feel about her hearing that one,” he reassures me. “I sang her that new one you’ve been working on. The one I keep telling you sounds like a lullaby.”
I feel myself blush a little. “Well, it sort of is a lullaby,” I tell him. “I mean, it’s about my love for Bella and I wrote it for her. What other kind of song would you write a baby?”
Kris gives me a crooked grin. “Really? You’re writing it for her?”
“Don’t sound so surprised,” I reply. “You’ve written dozens of songs for and about her in the past six months.”
Now it’s my husband’s turn to blush. “I just… I didn’t mean it like that,” he says, sounding really embarrassed. “I just meant that you hadn’t written a song for her and I’ve gone hog wild on the songs about her. I’m just really happy that you’re finally working on one for her. That’s all.” He shrugs sheepishly.
I grin. “You’re so cute when you’re all bashful-like,” I tell him, which only serves to make the younger man blush harder and make me giggle at him. “I love you, Kris.”
Kris leans in close, a sweet smile on his face. “I love you too,” he replies. Then he leans in all the way, pressing his lips to mine.
“Mm,” I moan, pulling him tighter to my body. The smaller man crawls on top of me, straddling my hips as he sits up and smiles down at me.
“Know what today is?” he asks. I shake my head. “We’ve been married for three weeks exactly today.”
I grin. “Oh, is that so?” I ask squeezing his hips gently with my hands.
Kristopher nods. “Yes, Husband, it’s been three wonderful weeks of married bliss. Can you believe it’s only been three weeks? It feels like we’ve been together a lifetime.”
I smile softly, reaching up to stroke his cheek. He leans in to the touch as I say, “No, I can’t believe it’s only been a few weeks. I feel like we’ve been together since Hollywood Week. But I also feel like I’ve known you for my entire life and maybe all the ones that came before.”
“You really believe in reincarnation?” Kris asks, tangling our fingers together.
I feel myself flush at his question. “Not until I met you,” I answer honestly. “When we met, it was like I had always known you. That we’d been best friends, even lovers, beforehand which was ridiculous since we’d never met before that week, ya know?”
Kris nods. “I felt like that too. Maybe not the lovers part because I didn’t know I could be in love with a guy but… I definitely felt as if I already knew you. Like I knew everything about you without you say anything to me.” I nod in agreement. “It… Well, it kind of scared me at first, to be completely honest. But then I actually got to know you and it just…” He closes his eyes briefly and shakes his head. Then he looks at me. “It just felt right.”
I sit up and run my fingers through his hair. “I know the feeling,” I murmur, pulling him close. He lets his head drop to my shoulder and I rest my chin on his. “Everything about my relationship with you has felt right. Everything. Even before when you had Katy, what we had still felt right.”
“I told you,” he says softly. “Everything happened the way it was supposed to, all in its own time.”
“We got a beautiful little girl out of it,” I murmur.
Kris nods. “That we did.”
We’re both silent for a moment, just holding on to each other, content with being close. But then my husband begins to place a trail of kisses up the side of my neck. He continues them down my jaw to my chin. Then he looks deep in to my eyes and all I can find in his dark chocolate orbs is warmth, love and respect. I hope that those same emotions are being reflected in my baby blues. I hope that he can see it.
Kris leans in, his mouth covering mine. My eyes close and I pull him tighter to my chest as I kiss him back softly. “Love you,” he breathes against my lips.
“Love you too,” I reply, nipping gently at his lower lip. He slides his hands under my sleep shirt and only pulls away long enough to get it off over my head. His mouth moves over my collar bones and down to my nipples, kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling until they’re hard little peaks. I moan in the back of my throat, my head falling back, my fingers threading through his short brown hair. Then Kris licks a line up the middle of my chest and up my throat, molding his lips to mine.
Our kiss becomes heated, all tongue and teeth and lips. His hands burn wherever they touch my skin, urging my arousal on. I grind my hips in to his, feeling our hard lengths slide together through our pajama bottoms. I grip Kris’ hips and pull him down as I push up, creating a delicious friction in our pants. My husband groans, his head tipping back and I take this opportunity to suckle at his throat. He moans, his hips moving in tiny circles and damnit! I want his clothes off now! I pull back from sucking on his pulse to grip the hem of his t-shirt and rip it off over his head, sending it flying in to some unknown corner of the room.
I scramble to get his sweats off and then his boxer-briefs. “God, why can’t you just go commando like the rest of us gay guys?” I mutter.
Kris laughs lightly. “Because,” he begins, “I know how hard it is for you to get them off when you’re desperate. Makes it a bit more fun to have you fumble with them.”
My head snaps up and I glare playfully at my husband. “You little shit! You do this on purpose?!” He giggles and I toss him down on to the mattress, attacking his sides with my fingers, tickling him till he’s got tears in his eyes.
“Alright! Alright! I give!” He chokes out between struggling to breathe and laughing all at the same time. I finally let up on the torture and pull his boxer-briefs down, tossing them over the side of the bed. I go down on him, taking his entire length in my mouth and sucking softly, twirling my tongue along the underside of his shaft. He moans deeply, his fingers threading through my hair. “Oh god, Adam.” I slowly pull back, sucking at the head, probing his slit. He moans louder, his hips raising off the bed. I push them back down and hold them there as I continue working his head.
I pull off completely, swiping my tongue over the bead of pre-cum that begins to seep from his erection. Then I stand and pull down my sleep pants, my hard cock springing free and jutting up towards my navel. I look at Kris through hooded, lust-filled eyes as he licks over his lips looking like he’s going to start drooling over the sight of my dick.
I climb back on the bed, crawling over to him, a knee and hand on either side of his body. Kris grabs the back of my neck and pulls me down on to his mouth, my whole body falling on top of his, our legs tangling together. “I love you,” I whisper, moving my mouth down to his neck, sucking and nipping gently at the pulse there.
Kris moans and replies breathily, “I love you too. So much.” He kisses me slowly and softly, his tongue lapping lovingly at mine. I pull back and reach for the lube. When I lay back down, my husband curls his fingers around mine. “No,” he says softly. “I want to do it this time.”
I look at him, raising one brow. “So I take it this isn’t just a nice hard fuck?”
Kris shakes his head. “I want to make love to you, Adam. Tonight’s special.”
I smile at him. “If three weeks is special, I want to know what you’re planning for one year,” I tease.
Kris grins at me. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“Wait,” I say as he begins to push me on to my back. “You already have something planned for our one year anniversary?”
Kris nods, kneeling between my legs. He flicks the cap on the bottle of lube and pours some on to his fingers, rubbing it around to warm it some. He looks up at me, his finger circling my hole. “Ready, baby?” he asks. I nod, unable to speak, my breathing becoming shallow. He slowly slides his finger inside me, working it in a circle to make every inch of my walls slick. I gasp as he adds a second finger, scissoring them, stretching me gently.
It’s not often that I bottom. In my life the most times I’ve been the receiver have been with Kris, other than that I’ve only done it less than a handful of times. But he’s always so gentle and takes his time to prep me. It’s almost as if he knows I need this special attention beforehand. He adds a third finger making my hips push down on his hand. I moan when he curls his fingers, immediately finding that spot deep inside of me that makes me see stars. “I… I’m… ready,” I choke out between gasps and moans.
Kris hands me the lube and holds out his hand. I pour a generous amount in to his palm which he works over his straining erection. When it’s nice and slick, he gently pulls his fingers from me making me whimper with the loss. But just as soon as his fingers leave, his prick is at my entrance, gently pushing in little by little. He starts a smooth, slow rhythm, bending down to kiss me lovingly. I twine my fingers in his hair and wrap my legs around his waist, my hips keeping time with his.
His brown eyes focus on my blue ones and there’s so much communicated without any vocal words. It’s just the sound of our deep breathing, moans and gasps, and the sound of flesh sliding against flesh. His chocolate eyes show so much love and caring in them. I hope he knows I feel it and can see it. I hope he knows I feel the same way.
My breath hitches in my chest as my husband moves a little faster and grinds a little harder against my prostate. “I… I love you,” I breathe leaning up to press an open-mouthed kiss against his Adam’s apple.
“I love you too,” he murmurs.
The younger man presses his body close, trapping my cock between us, providing a delicious friction. I moan and tighten my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. Kris groans, throwing his head back giving me the opportunity to suck at his Adam’s apple, something I know he loves. “Oh god, Adam,” he gasps, his hips bucking in to me a little harder.
Soon I’m writhing below the smaller man, my hips bucking frantically, but he’s still going a little too slow for my liking. “Please, Kris,” I whimper. He nods, leaning down to kiss my forehead. Then he sets a hard, fast pace, but one that still shows how much he loves me. “Kris,” I groan, the ‘S’ coming out in a hiss. I let his waist go, digging my heels in to the mattress, raising my hips to meet my lover’s. “Oh god, Kris, harder! Harder, baby!” Kris obliges, pounding in to me in the most erotic way, his cock digging in to my prostate over and over till I’m crying out in pleasure. My cock twitches and my seed flows between us. I clench my muscles around Kris’ length, urging his orgasm to come.
I lean up to his ear, tugging on the earlobe with my teeth. “Please, baby,” I whisper. “I want to feel it. I want to feel you fill me up. Cum for me, Kristopher. Scream my name.” Suddenly Kris’ muscles seize up, his hips pumping erratically.
“Oh god,” he moans. Then his whole body goes rigid, his warm seed filling me up and spilling out on to my thighs as he buries his face in my neck, a muffled scream of my name ripping from his throat. Our hips continue thrust, slowing down with each movement until we stop, spent, holding each other tightly.
Kris presses his lips to mine, and I can feel our tears of joy and pleasure mingling on my cheeks. When he pulls back he captures the salty drips on his lips, kissing away the tears just like he promised in his wedding vows. “I love you,” he murmurs, continuing to place random kisses all over my face.
“I love you too,” I reply softly, stroking his back and sides, any available bare skin that I can reach.
Kris rests his forehead against mine, his soft cock slipping from inside me. “Are you okay?” he asks. “Was I too rough?”
I smile fondly at his concern. “No, baby,” I answer. “You were just perfect. Everything was perfect.”
“Just needed to make sure,” he says softly. I push at him until he rolls off me. I go clean up in the bathroom, then bring the washcloth back out to clean my mess off my dear husband’s body. I toss the facecloth in the hamper and climb back in to bed, pulling the blankets over us. Kris crawls on top of me, tangling our legs, nestling in to the crook of my neck.
I stroke his spine lovingly and kiss his temple. “You were worth it,” I tell him quietly.
“Worth it? Worth what?” Kris asks.
“Every miserable moment I spent those eight months you were gone,” I answer.
Kris lifts his head to look at me. “You were miserable?” he asks. “You never told me that.”
“You didn’t need to know,” I reply.
“Then why’d you tell me now?”
“Because,” I whisper. “You just showed me that I was worth those eight months we didn’t speak.”
“This, what we have now,” he says. “Was worth every minute, every second, that I was in Conway. We’re married and we have a beautiful little daughter. What more could we want?”
I smile softly. “To be this happy for the rest of our lives. That’s what I want.”
Kris smiles back. “And how about a bigger family?”
I nod. “Yeah, that too. But mostly, I just want to be with you every moment that’s to come.”
“Me too,” the younger man murmurs. He presses his lips to mine, just a soft closed-mouth kiss. “I love you,” he whispers. “Always.”
“I love you too,” I reply. “Forever.”
~ The End ~
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Date: June 9th, 2010 06:52 pm (UTC)