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Millitimed to after the conversation with future!Mary Anne...

Ramon swings open the door to Haven and if he were the type to bound in then...he would. But he isn't, so he just closes it quietly after him and calls out,

'Random?'

with a huge grin on his face. He's hoping he hasn't disappeared off to work or out with Martin or something. He has to talk to him and the sooner the better.

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"Ramon,"

In the 'shh, it's naptime' tone of voice, emerging from Martin's room.

"Upstairs, love."

'...'K.'

But he doesn't go straight away. Instead, he slides his arms round Random's waist and lays a soft, quiet, kiss on his lips. Because he's been wanting to do that for a couple of hours and can't resist.

'Have to talk to you.'

"Okay."

Rather bemused, because Ramon this openly amorous is nice.

"Upstairs."

He smiles again and takes Random's hand, locking their fingers before turning and leading him up the stairs. He just wants to hold him close and tell him the good news and hopes he loves the idea of it as much as he does.

"What's up, baby?"

Once they're in their room, he draws him close.

"Do tell."

He gets comfortable before starting. It would ruin it to just blurt it out, he thinks. What if Random just blinked and didn't see how great it is?

'I had a weird conversation with Mary Anne. Only it was Mary Anne from two or three hundred years in the future.'

He presses another kiss to Random's neck, to his jaw, then his mouth.

'She told me a few things.'

"Good things, apparently."

Given how they're already wrapped around each other,

"C'mon, say?"

'One thing mainly. And maybe nothing we didn't already suspect but...'

This is different. This isn't a plan to stay with someone for years and years. This is knowing that you do - that in someone's life, you're already the guy who's been married to the little blonde one for close to three hundred years now.

He kisses him again, holding one side of his face carefully and brushing the pad of his thumb over his cheekbone.

'...we're still together.'

His voice is quiet, almost a whisper and full of...awe. Something like awe.

'Still married. And doing great, apparently.'

"Ramon!"

Decidedly not a whisper, as a laughing, grinning Random lurches forwards, bearing him towards the bed and down onto it with an 'oomph.'

"Perfect."

He laughs too, although there's a small yelp when he gets an elbow in the ribs as they land. But it doesn't matter because nothing matters right now, except that this feels great.

'Isn't it? I don't know how the fuck we do it and how we stay alive that long, with the way the both of us live, but there you go.'

He pulls him close in a tight hug, grinning at nothing and everything.

'Looks like we made it.'

"We make it, we make it."

He kisses his temples, forehead, laugh lines, nose, cheekbones, chin, jaw.

"Love you, love you..."

Laugh lines should be very visible right now, with the way he's grinning like he'll never stop. There's nothing he can do but catch Random's mouth with his own, kiss him long and deep because they make it.

'Love you too. And now I have proof for when I say I always will.'

"Of course, that doesn't mean we stop trying."

Obviously.

"But still. Lover, lover mine. Three hundred, six hundred, six thousand."

'Of course not, baby.'

Hell no. Random's not the sort that'd ever let himself get taken for granted anyway.

'Six thousand, ten thousand, twenty...'

All of my life, forever. I love you.

"How many times do you think I'll kiss you?"

Without waiting for an answer, he kisses him.

Numbers don't matter in forever.

'How many fights? How many burned dinners? How many vacations and nights out?'

He kisses him back, then ducks his head to do the same on his neck. Just softly.

'How many hours making love?'

And a grin.

'Or just plain fucking?'

"Mmmm."

He braces his elbows, and shifts till he's a little more comfortable.

"Think we should get rid of these clothes, sweet thing."

'Oh? You want to total up a few more right now?'

Well, that's just fine with him. He reaches for the buttons on Random's shirt straight away, unfastening them slowly.

'I suppose I can force myself, if I try.'

"Shhh."

No teasing right now. Just slow, easy touches, up and down the lines of his side, feeling his ribs, the way his chest rises and falls, the fabric of his shirt.

"Lover mine."

He quietens under the touches, and touches their foreheads together for a second or two as Random's shirt comes open in his hands.

'Mmmm. Yours.'

And he lets his eyes fall closed as he slides his hands onto his skin, so familiar now but still with the power to reduce him to a shaking mess within minutes.

Random's mapping fingers along Ramon's chest, shoulders, and on the space of his back he can reach, looking for new little places to make him groan and gasp.

"Do you remember the first time you stayed in my room?"

'The first time?'

Oooh. That's good, that touch just under his collarbone, near the middle where it meets the other. He smiles and starts tracing over Random's ribs.

'Not sure. Your birthday?'

He's pretty sure, but it was a long time ago.

He does it again, again, again, with fingers and then his lips, and then teeth scraping and licking and sucking a little, till there'll be a mark.

"No. Just another day. We went to my room, and it was you admitting you liked spending the nights with me, not just you tolerated me crashing with you. It was the first blowjob I ever gave you."

'Mmmm.'

He swallows hard as Random plays his mouth on his skin, squeezing a little at his sides as he strokes over his ribs to show him that he likes it. It should be obvious anyway by the way his breath starts to come a little quicker and fingers tangle in Random's hair.

'Oh yeah. I do remember that. It was a great blowjob.'

He chuckles but only for a second, then he tips Random's chin up so he can look at his face.

'Took a while for me to get used to the idea of wanting you to stay. And admitting that it was that, not just convenience after we'd had sex, you know?'

His finger traces over the hair at his temple, following it down to in front of his ear and stroking over the sideburn, smoothing it carefully.

'But really, I liked it almost from the start. Weird the first few nights - but after that, it was more strange when you weren't there. And now I can't sleep properly if you're not with me.'

His chin tilts, obligingly, demandingly into Ramon's fingers, and he sets about gently searching again, unbuttoning Ramon's jeans and tugging them a few inches down his hips to help with the effort.

"It was convenience for me at first. But then you started meaning 'no nightmares.' I really needed it after you came to Amber with me."

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