Charlie and Ian
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sniper_voodooTitle: Charlie and Ian
Rating: pg
Pairing: Charlie/Ian
Summary: It wasn't so much that it was unexpected, it's just that it never occured to him that it might be a possibility for them.
Warnings: Mega fluff
A.N.: The bit of poem used in this belongs to the fabulous Dane Kuttler. Check her out Here: www.danepoetry.com
And Maura gave her a ring slipped on the handle of her oatmeal spoon
And asked if she'd terribly mind being her missus from now until the end,
And Luree, who never cried, proceeded to have an allergy attack into Maura's shoulder.
Excerpt from "Luree and Maura" by Dane Kuttler (seriously, check her out, she's fantastic)
It wasn't so much that it was unexpected, it's just that it never occured to him that it might be a possibility for them. Ian had known from fairly early in puberty exactly where his preferances lay and it just wasn't conducive to a white wedding. Or any kind of wedding for that matter.
So when Charlie stood there looking at him nervously as he tried to grasp the meaning of the plain gold band that had been slipped into his weapons case, well, he couldn't be blamed for the tight feeling in his chest or the lack of speech.
Then Charlie begins babbling and it's so normal that he just has to laugh.
"... And well, with both of our work with the government you never know when something might happen to one of us and ... Hey what's so funny?" Charlie asked, frowning.
"Yeah." Ian said.
Charlie just looked confused.
"Yeah, I want to marry you." Ian clarifies with a smile.
"Good, that's good. I calculated that there was only a 37 percent chance that you would say yes and ..." Charlie's cut off when Ian kisses him.
"I think, that you must have been working without some variables." Ian says as he pulls away.
"Yeah, like what?" Charlie asks with an impish grin.
"Like how content I feel when I wake up next to you. Or how sexy you look when you're explaining your latest breakthrough and you've got chalk streaks on you face and in your hair from when you're distracted by your thoughts. How much I enjoy Pulling you away from your students for an early lunch and a quick fuck." He kissed charlie again. "Or how much I love you."
They celebrate with spaghetti, slow dancing as the sauce simmered. Not that Ian would ever admit it to anyone.
Rating: pg
Pairing: Charlie/Ian
Summary: It wasn't so much that it was unexpected, it's just that it never occured to him that it might be a possibility for them.
Warnings: Mega fluff
A.N.: The bit of poem used in this belongs to the fabulous Dane Kuttler. Check her out Here: www.danepoetry.com
And Maura gave her a ring slipped on the handle of her oatmeal spoon
And asked if she'd terribly mind being her missus from now until the end,
And Luree, who never cried, proceeded to have an allergy attack into Maura's shoulder.
Excerpt from "Luree and Maura" by Dane Kuttler (seriously, check her out, she's fantastic)
It wasn't so much that it was unexpected, it's just that it never occured to him that it might be a possibility for them. Ian had known from fairly early in puberty exactly where his preferances lay and it just wasn't conducive to a white wedding. Or any kind of wedding for that matter.
So when Charlie stood there looking at him nervously as he tried to grasp the meaning of the plain gold band that had been slipped into his weapons case, well, he couldn't be blamed for the tight feeling in his chest or the lack of speech.
Then Charlie begins babbling and it's so normal that he just has to laugh.
"... And well, with both of our work with the government you never know when something might happen to one of us and ... Hey what's so funny?" Charlie asked, frowning.
"Yeah." Ian said.
Charlie just looked confused.
"Yeah, I want to marry you." Ian clarifies with a smile.
"Good, that's good. I calculated that there was only a 37 percent chance that you would say yes and ..." Charlie's cut off when Ian kisses him.
"I think, that you must have been working without some variables." Ian says as he pulls away.
"Yeah, like what?" Charlie asks with an impish grin.
"Like how content I feel when I wake up next to you. Or how sexy you look when you're explaining your latest breakthrough and you've got chalk streaks on you face and in your hair from when you're distracted by your thoughts. How much I enjoy Pulling you away from your students for an early lunch and a quick fuck." He kissed charlie again. "Or how much I love you."
They celebrate with spaghetti, slow dancing as the sauce simmered. Not that Ian would ever admit it to anyone.
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