callbacks: (love me)
dave mamahecking strider ([personal profile] callbacks) wrote 2016-12-20 04:26 pm (UTC)

'Course there are. And that's one morning closer to Second Christmas.

[Which is like second breakfast, but with fewer Hobbits, more presents, and no judgey Sean Bean to ruin the fun. Or steal the ring. Fucker best not be stealing any mamahecking rings around Dave come Second Christmas.

He links his hands together behind her back, swaying his weight slowly from foot to foot, glad for the way she fits into him no matter where they are, no matter what they weather (or what the weather, for that matter). He's content, for the moment, to hold her and be held, and to look at the two mugs together on the coffee table, marshmallows melting into fluff, steam rising side by side.

Click. He pretends he's Cam Jansen, taking pictures with his brain, then rubs his face into her hair like a cat hungry for pets.]


And there's good stuff waiting for us right now, but we gotta go get your cards first, and maybe the extra blankets, and I'd pick you up and carry you except I'm still not as buff as Silver, do you still love me and my noodle arms. Meridiaaannaaaa.

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