[He reaches into his pocket, tugging out two wooden rings, meticulously carved and lovingly painted. He's been holding onto them since Christmas, waiting for the right moment, and what better day than today?
Still. He hesitates for a long moment before reaching for Bruno's left hand. He chooses that one deliberately, knowing precisely what he's doing, certain despite his worries. He slides the ring on Bruno's first finger, then brushes his thumb over all of them, waiting for Bruno to open his eyes.]
Six months is a pretty important anniversary. I thought it deserved a pretty important gift.
[He almost opens his eyes when he feels Polnareff take his hand. He'd expected that Polnareff would have gotten up to get something, or he'd feel something be placed into his lap. But he keeps his hand relaxed and his eyes closed until he feels the ring slipped onto his first finger. Bruno curls his fingers some to hold onto Polnareff's hand as his eyes open. He feels his heart skip a small beat when he looks at the ring, and for once, it's not such a bad thing.]
[Though he doesn't yet put it on. He's watching Bruno carefully, his hand still caught in Polnareff's own. There's something absolutely terrifying about this gift, though it isn't a marriage proposal. It's significant, though, significant in a way that an ordinary gift of jewelry wouldn't be.]
You're mine, and I'm yours, and I want everyone to know it.
[It is significant. It's significant because it's so far from where they both started. Polnareff had been so afraid about other people knowing. Bruno had been so afraid to let Polnareff get close like this. And yet, here they are, six months later.]
You know, if someone had asked me six months ago if I could be this happy, I would have told them it was impossible. [He looks up at Polnareff.] That's what I told you.
[He's quiet a moment, looking at the ring again with a small, soft smile before he sets aside his glass. Bruno squeezes Polnareff's hand, but lets go to cup his cheeks in both of his hands instead, kissing his forehead. Resting his forehead gently against Polnareffs, he murmurs quietly,]
Thank you for proving me wrong everyday for the past six months.
[He laughs, but it's a breathless, relieved thing more than an expression of amusement. Polnareff closes his eyes, tipping their heads to bump their noses together, his hands sliding to settle on Bruno's shoulders.]
Anytime, darling.
[Which isn't just a way to teasingly accept that thanks. Anytime, anywhere, any day of the week, he's more than happy to pour affection and love onto his boyfriend until he's overwhelmed with it.]
You're more important than anyone I've ever done this with. I wanted to make sure you had something that let you know, even if I didn't say it.
[Because he pours affection and love onto Bruno on a whim. Because he's stayed even when things weren't easy or Bruno was trying to pull away. There's no way Bruno could have possibly missed the message of just how important he is to Polnareff. He'd have to be an idiot, ungrateful, or both to not know already. Bruno nuzzles noses gently with Polnareff before kissing him sweetly. And because he hasn't said it yet:]
[Ah, and something settles in his soul as Bruno says it. It's nothing he hadn't known, nothing Bruno hasn't whispered to him before, but it's still what he was aching to hear this entire time.]
I love you too.
[Polnareff basks there for a long few seconds, content in the silence, before pulling back with a little smile. Some of the tension has cleared, and it's with a far easier tone he adds:]
I was thinking . . . maybe I could start-- y'know-- sharing a room with you for real. I'm halfway moved in already, and I mean . . . I like it better, the nights where we share a bed. I like ending the night that way.
[It's more agreement than admission. Even though Polnareff has the habit of keeping Bruno awake later than he'd necessarily prefer, it's always nicer to fall asleep curled in close to Polnareff than sleeping on his own. Polnareff is a better sight to wake up to than an empty bed, too. Even if he's largely incoherent and occasionally an obstacle to getting out of bed.]
I don't see why not. [He raises an eyebrow, and teases,] Unless you're just trying to use me for the better bathroom.
[He shifts, moving so he can sling an arm around Bruno's waist and tug him backwards into his lap. There's no reason either of them have to stop drinking wine, but at least they can do it more comfortably this way.]
Your shower's got better pressure and the whole thing is bigger, I'm definitely moving in for the bathroom. You're just a nice perk that comes with it.
[He slips his hand beneath his shirt, fingers teasing over his stomach, and grins against the crook of his neck.]
You're not gonna kick me out tonight of all nights. Not just because you love me-- [and he savors the words, pronouncing them with clear delight,] --but because that'd be such a waste. Why would you wanna kick me out when you could spend all night trying to make sure you don't scream?
We've been doing this half a year. You gotta know by now that's not just me bragging.
[Not that every night is perfect and spectacular. That's just unrealistic. But each time is enjoyable, at least, and more often than not one of them ends up having to muffle themselves.]
Once or twice, he tells me. Six months, and all I get is once or twice you were an okay lay--
[He nips lightly at the crook of his neck, echoing that scolding. And now his hand wanders down, skimming down his stomach before he toys idly at the hem of his trousers.]
So I shouldn't blow you tonight, is that what you're telling me?
Tonight's special, though. I wanna make sure I'm doing exactly what you want me to, Bruno.
[He doesn't pull at the fastenings, not yet. He skims his fingers, though, toying at the hem, his thumb brushing against Bruno's bare skin, waiting patiently for Bruno to ask for what he wants.]
[Bruno turns his head a little. It is admittedly more than a little tempting to urge Polnareff right along. It's not like he would deny Bruno if he did. But that's not the entirety of what Bruno wants tonight. Tonight, he wants to savor it instead. Let Polnareff tease for a while.]
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Still. He hesitates for a long moment before reaching for Bruno's left hand. He chooses that one deliberately, knowing precisely what he's doing, certain despite his worries. He slides the ring on Bruno's first finger, then brushes his thumb over all of them, waiting for Bruno to open his eyes.]
Six months is a pretty important anniversary. I thought it deserved a pretty important gift.
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Jean . . . [he breathes quietly.]
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[Though he doesn't yet put it on. He's watching Bruno carefully, his hand still caught in Polnareff's own. There's something absolutely terrifying about this gift, though it isn't a marriage proposal. It's significant, though, significant in a way that an ordinary gift of jewelry wouldn't be.]
You're mine, and I'm yours, and I want everyone to know it.
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You know, if someone had asked me six months ago if I could be this happy, I would have told them it was impossible. [He looks up at Polnareff.] That's what I told you.
[He's quiet a moment, looking at the ring again with a small, soft smile before he sets aside his glass. Bruno squeezes Polnareff's hand, but lets go to cup his cheeks in both of his hands instead, kissing his forehead. Resting his forehead gently against Polnareffs, he murmurs quietly,]
Thank you for proving me wrong everyday for the past six months.
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Anytime, darling.
[Which isn't just a way to teasingly accept that thanks. Anytime, anywhere, any day of the week, he's more than happy to pour affection and love onto his boyfriend until he's overwhelmed with it.]
You're more important than anyone I've ever done this with. I wanted to make sure you had something that let you know, even if I didn't say it.
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[Because he pours affection and love onto Bruno on a whim. Because he's stayed even when things weren't easy or Bruno was trying to pull away. There's no way Bruno could have possibly missed the message of just how important he is to Polnareff. He'd have to be an idiot, ungrateful, or both to not know already. Bruno nuzzles noses gently with Polnareff before kissing him sweetly. And because he hasn't said it yet:]
I love you.
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I love you too.
[Polnareff basks there for a long few seconds, content in the silence, before pulling back with a little smile. Some of the tension has cleared, and it's with a far easier tone he adds:]
I was thinking . . . maybe I could start-- y'know-- sharing a room with you for real. I'm halfway moved in already, and I mean . . . I like it better, the nights where we share a bed. I like ending the night that way.
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[It's more agreement than admission. Even though Polnareff has the habit of keeping Bruno awake later than he'd necessarily prefer, it's always nicer to fall asleep curled in close to Polnareff than sleeping on his own. Polnareff is a better sight to wake up to than an empty bed, too. Even if he's largely incoherent and occasionally an obstacle to getting out of bed.]
I don't see why not. [He raises an eyebrow, and teases,] Unless you're just trying to use me for the better bathroom.
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[He shifts, moving so he can sling an arm around Bruno's waist and tug him backwards into his lap. There's no reason either of them have to stop drinking wine, but at least they can do it more comfortably this way.]
Your shower's got better pressure and the whole thing is bigger, I'm definitely moving in for the bathroom. You're just a nice perk that comes with it.
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[And yet, even with Bruno's supposed offense, he lets Polnareff pull him into his lap.]
Well then, you're just talking yourself into sleeping alone tonight.
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[He slips his hand beneath his shirt, fingers teasing over his stomach, and grins against the crook of his neck.]
You're not gonna kick me out tonight of all nights. Not just because you love me-- [and he savors the words, pronouncing them with clear delight,] --but because that'd be such a waste. Why would you wanna kick me out when you could spend all night trying to make sure you don't scream?
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Someone's feeling a little full of himself tonight, I see.
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[Not that every night is perfect and spectacular. That's just unrealistic. But each time is enjoyable, at least, and more often than not one of them ends up having to muffle themselves.]
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I might've noticed you seem to know what you're doing once or twice.
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[He nips lightly at the crook of his neck, echoing that scolding. And now his hand wanders down, skimming down his stomach before he toys idly at the hem of his trousers.]
So I shouldn't blow you tonight, is that what you're telling me?
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Since when have you ever been that easily discouraged, hm?
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[He doesn't pull at the fastenings, not yet. He skims his fingers, though, toying at the hem, his thumb brushing against Bruno's bare skin, waiting patiently for Bruno to ask for what he wants.]
I want to give you everything you want tonight.
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Is that why you're not kissing me right now?