[ Satoru laughs and squirms at the tickling pokes, pressing closer against him as he wiggles away from the touch, as though Suguru's going to protect him from this persecuting finger. ] All right, all right!
[ Giggling for an extra few moments even after Suguru's allowed enough mercy to gather himself, Satoru bumps his head against Suguru's and nuzzles before he reaches into his bag again and draws out a little jewelry box, presenting it upon his palm. It's just a velvet cube, the purpose of it easy enough to guess.
Inside, a pair of rings. Both of them are black jade banded with platinum. ]
If Satoru is paying close enough attention maybe he'll see smoke coming out of Suguru's ears for how hard his brain is working. He wants to pick the right response, and unfortunately it means he's stalled. )
When you couldn't remember you made a show of your bare finger.
I know. [ He certainly remembers everything that happened during that period of amnesia. ] You said that if I wanted a ring I'd have to tell you so when I remembered why.
Got me thinking. [ Suguru can take his own time thinking. Satoru's unconcerned about the intense processing that his boyfriend's apparently going through. ]
Thought about having that conversation. Saying maybe I wanted a ring. Discussing it. Letting you pick something out and compose a romantic gesture.
But I decided there was nothing to discuss. [ He smirks, confident and smug, eyes glittering with challenge for Suguru to try and argue with this. ]
And, of the two of us, you're the one who likes receiving romantic gestures.
Not that I don't appreciate the romance, but that it's all the little, daily, thoughtful bits of care that really do it for me. [ Feeding him, teasing him, making him feel safe and desired. ]
You [ Satoru taps the tip of Suguru's nose ] are a sucker for a grand gesture. And you [ He leans in, smile warm and fond, eyes still sparkling with challenge ] still don't feel secure in knowing that I love you.
[ So it had to be Satoru who got the rings. It had to be Satoru who made the gesture. That was the conclusion he'd arrived at. ]
( He blinks very rapidly. It does nothing to hide the moisture blooming. Satoru has seen him in worse states. Satoru will see him in worse states. )
I know you love me.
( That's the thing he focuses on, because that's something he can protest. He can see it, is the thing. Satoru always looks so pleased, always so relieved. His affection shines out. So Suguru knows.
He just sometimes falters on the why.
After everything he's done, after all the hurt he's caused. He doesn't deserve it. Satoru's love is hard-won, his loyalty pure. Does he tarnish it by being the choice? His hands twitch, his head tips like a bird. He wants to understand and that's good, before he might have simply fled. Though California - maybe Satoru anticipated that. )
Yeah. [ Easy and calm. He still has no fears about this situation going in any direction that he didn't anticipate, even though he did think that Suguru would get on board a little faster than this. ] But you don't feel secure in it.
[ Why should he? Satoru had forgotten him repeatedly, had disappeared from this place. They'd been parted in so many ways. It was hard to believe that they'd get to stay together this time. ]
They mean that you're going to put this on, [ Satoru explained to him, taking the rings out of the little box and putting the box aside, ] and then you're going to start calling me your husband. I think it has a nice sound to it, don't you? [ He reaches for Suguru's hand, fully intending to just go ahead and put one of the rings on him unless Suguru resists. ]
(Husband gets a wet hiccup but still he lets Satoru take his hand. )
I'm wearing eyeliner.
( It might be a little of a non sequitur except it's going to smudge if he cries. And he's probably going to cry. Is, already.
The ring goes on easily though, and Suguru makes another lost noise at that. He'd been working up to it, is the thing. Trying to figure out if he were brave enough to ask. Only to ascertain if it were something Satoru wanted, so he could plan. Of course his partner is a step ahead, and yet at least this time Suguru isn't going to be angry about it. Instead he reaches for the other ring, hands trembling, one reaching for Satoru's matching hand, looking him in the eye as he does so. )
I love you, Satoru.
( There should be more to say, but maybe simple is best. They're together now, that's enough. )
You look very hot with eyeliner on, [ Satoru agrees amenably. He thinks Suguru will look hot even with tear-streaked eyeliner, but he's absolutely going to tease him if that happens.
Letting Suguru put the ring on him, Satoru beams back at his partner, warm and happy, pleased with the results of his plan. ] I love you, Suguru.
[ Once the rings are on, Satoru loops his arms around Suguru's waist, hugging him close and nuzzling their heads together. ] I have absolutely no plan for how we're going to tell the children, though. My inclination is to just say nothing and when they start asking about the rings act like they should already know this, like, what are you talking about of course I'm wearing a wedding ring.
That's exactly the sort of thing I mean. [ He's so glad that Suguru's on board with this plan, which involves trolling the children and doing everything they can to avoid an actual wedding celebration.
Blushing as Suguru cups his face, Satoru looks momentarily shy before his grin returns and he leans in to take that kiss. His arms squeeze tight around Suguru's waist, grateful that his proposal has gone well and Suguru is happy and they're together. They're always going to be together. He's determined. ]
( He tries to pour everything he can't say into the kiss, all the love he holds, the trust, the relief. They've taken a long road to get here, hurt each other in the process, died cowardly. But now here they are. A team. In love.
Married.
His hands slip. One to Satoru's hair, the other back round his waist, holding him gently. He pulls away and his eyes are bright, his mouth still wobbly. He looks happy though. )
Thank you. For being here. For not giving up. I want to love you for the rest of time, Satoru. I want us to be together.
He can't resist, and Satoru has always been the sort to be overwhelmed by having emotions that are too intense to deal with in civilized, sitting-still ways. So he pounces, knocking Suguru down on his back and then rolling so that Suguru's on top. ]
We will. [ He beams up at his husband, unspeakably happy. ] We'll rewrite the fabric of the universe if we've gotta. Nothing's going to tear us apart. [ He knows that neither of them can guarantee that, not really. Things have always been unpredictable.
( He lets Satoru manhandle them both, beaming down at him with the black curtain of his hair obscuring the ocean. One hand slips into that open shirt, fingers spider walking up his side. His palm splays, thumb stroking the lines of his ribs, gaze home warmly keen. )
You would, wouldn't you?
( Rewrite the world just for them.
He can't help but lean in, kiss deeper, more intent. There's no one around for miles, and so he doesn't stop himself. There's something burning up inside of him now, a desire to prove himself, teeth catching a plush bottom lip and his hips shifting, knee wedging between Satoru's own. )
There are other things newlyweds do. ( His voice low, sly. ) What do you think, Satoru?
[ Satoru's breath hitches as Suguru's hand begins its ticklish ascent. He twitches under his husband, jolting each time Suguru finds a particularly ticklish spot, but his cock hardens swiftly in response to this teasing. ]
Yeah. [ Breathy, and his gaze is a little bit dazed as he stares up at his husband, hopelessly besotted. He tips his head up into the kiss, moaning hungrily, and slides his hands into Suguru's silky dark hair. ]
Oh, yeah. Definitely gotta consummate. [ Then he laughs. ] I didn't bring lube. Did you? [ Satoru had thought about the grand gesture part of this, and very few of the practicalities. His bag contained nothing but the blanket and the ring box. ]
( His voice is still devious. He rises to a kneel as fluidly as the waves, reaches for his own bag to rifle through it. The bottle drops neatly on to Satoru's bare chest, Suguru's triumphant grin devastating. )
Maybe I didn't anticipate the journey but I know how these things usually end. Aren't you glad you married someone so prepared?
I'm glad I married you, [ Satoru agrees happily, resting his arms behind his head as he gazes up at his husband with hopeless adoration, especially at the sight of Suguru's grin. ] And I'm glad that you are who you are.
Did you suspect at all--or even hope--what I was up to today, or was it a total surprise? [ He grins, still entirely triumphant about his own success. ]
( It's genuine. He settles back easily, hands splaying over the other man's chest, gaze keen. )
I was going to talk to you about it. I wanted to know if it was something you'd like. I just hadn't worked up to it yet. ( The uncertainty. Satoru has put that to bed now though. ) I didn't know if we were the type. Did you?
Though, ] It was what you said. When I didn't have my memory. If you want a ring you'll have to tell me. Like I said, I kept thinking about it. There was something to your phrasing. The implication that if I wanted it, you'd give that to me.
Before that, it was only in my head as something that would happen eventually. I thought maybe it was too soon. Maybe we were still too ... tentative.
But something about what you said ... I can't define it, Suguru. Only that I know you. And when I thought back to that moment, after I got my memory back, I knew you wanted this. Without a doubt.
And then I didn't have to think long about it to decide I was gonna make it happen. [ As usual, when Gojo Satoru puts his mind to something, he just assumes that success is a given. ]
( An agreement, just as easy. He has a habit of winding himself up in to tight knots over his own wants, but if Satoru had wanted to get married then of course he would have made it happen. It doesn't mean he craved it less, it's just easier when he doesn't have to weigh up the desire versus what he thinks he's allowed. )
I like it. ( And that is softer, more of a confession. He looks at the hand splayed against a pale chest, the ring on it, feels his fondness swell. ) I like you, Gojo Satoru. My husband.
( He laughs, swaying closer, nose against his cheek and his breath warm against skin. )
It feels like a very us way to do it. Your abs have been out the whole time.
[ Satoru dissolves into laughter at that, all the more pleased that Suguru likes how he went about it. He'd chosen his location and timing carefully, wanting somewhere memorable, with absolutely no previous emotional ties. He's pleased that Suguru hadn't cottoned on even when he'd checked on that point: I wanted somewhere that we didn't have any pre-existing associations.
Lots of space and romantic locales in a place the size of California, so it'll always be special if they come back here on their anniversaries. ]
I wanted to make sure you had a visual reminder of some of the reasons to say yes.
[ He reaches up, combing his fingers gently through Suguru's hair. ] We'll have to figure out paperwork or whatever, but there's no hurry. That's just paperwork.
I'm glad you don't want to be engaged, though. I'd do that, if you want, but it feels to me like ... I don't know. A trial run. Maybe if we had things that we needed to plan or if we hadn't known each other half our lives.
But I just ... want to skip right to calling you my husband.
They are six of my top ten favourite things about you, I'm glad you're self aware.
( Tongue in cheek, a nail scraping lightly over the shape of them. He's clearly thrilled, the rings would have been enough but he finds he wants the other part too. Paperwork. The finality of it. It makes it so easy. )
We've wasted enough time, haven't we? And I think we've done enough proving ourselves. Maybe it's all right being greedy. You're mine. I'm yours.
[ More laughter, which easily turns back to giggles as Suguru's nail teases over his skin. ]
Did you want the other stuff? The pageantry? It seemed like the wrong kind of posturing for us [ They're both absolute drama queens but they also both tried to avoid their own birthday parties, so he felt safe in the assumption that they would not be planning a big ceremony. ] but I'm sure you would look very pretty in a white dress.
I think we've both made very sure I wouldn't be in white.
( A sniff, faux dramatic. He shakes his head though. )
I don't mind people knowing, but I prefer it like this. It's our business, not anybody else's. And I'd worry about the children but I think they know what we mean to each other now. Megumi hasn't threatened me in a while.
Mm, good. That's what I thought. [ But he has managed to mature enough that he still asked, to make sure he wasn't trampling over Suguru's preferences. ]
You can't be blamed, [ he agrees, smug. ] Though I didn't ask.
The trimmings and pageantry are optional, but at no point were you given any kind of choice about whether you were going to be my husband. [ Satoru just declared it, really. ]
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[ Giggling for an extra few moments even after Suguru's allowed enough mercy to gather himself, Satoru bumps his head against Suguru's and nuzzles before he reaches into his bag again and draws out a little jewelry box, presenting it upon his palm. It's just a velvet cube, the purpose of it easy enough to guess.
Inside, a pair of rings. Both of them are black jade banded with platinum. ]
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He stays paused.
If Satoru is paying close enough attention maybe he'll see smoke coming out of Suguru's ears for how hard his brain is working. He wants to pick the right response, and unfortunately it means he's stalled. )
When you couldn't remember you made a show of your bare finger.
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Got me thinking. [ Suguru can take his own time thinking. Satoru's unconcerned about the intense processing that his boyfriend's apparently going through. ]
Thought about having that conversation. Saying maybe I wanted a ring. Discussing it. Letting you pick something out and compose a romantic gesture.
But I decided there was nothing to discuss. [ He smirks, confident and smug, eyes glittering with challenge for Suguru to try and argue with this. ]
And, of the two of us, you're the one who likes receiving romantic gestures.
Not that I don't appreciate the romance, but that it's all the little, daily, thoughtful bits of care that really do it for me. [ Feeding him, teasing him, making him feel safe and desired. ]
You [ Satoru taps the tip of Suguru's nose ] are a sucker for a grand gesture. And you [ He leans in, smile warm and fond, eyes still sparkling with challenge ] still don't feel secure in knowing that I love you.
[ So it had to be Satoru who got the rings. It had to be Satoru who made the gesture. That was the conclusion he'd arrived at. ]
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I know you love me.
( That's the thing he focuses on, because that's something he can protest. He can see it, is the thing. Satoru always looks so pleased, always so relieved. His affection shines out. So Suguru knows.
He just sometimes falters on the why.
After everything he's done, after all the hurt he's caused. He doesn't deserve it. Satoru's love is hard-won, his loyalty pure. Does he tarnish it by being the choice? His hands twitch, his head tips like a bird. He wants to understand and that's good, before he might have simply fled. Though California - maybe Satoru anticipated that. )
What do they mean to you?
( Careful, still navigating. )
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[ Why should he? Satoru had forgotten him repeatedly, had disappeared from this place. They'd been parted in so many ways. It was hard to believe that they'd get to stay together this time. ]
They mean that you're going to put this on, [ Satoru explained to him, taking the rings out of the little box and putting the box aside, ] and then you're going to start calling me your husband. I think it has a nice sound to it, don't you? [ He reaches for Suguru's hand, fully intending to just go ahead and put one of the rings on him unless Suguru resists. ]
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I'm wearing eyeliner.
( It might be a little of a non sequitur except it's going to smudge if he cries. And he's probably going to cry. Is, already.
The ring goes on easily though, and Suguru makes another lost noise at that. He'd been working up to it, is the thing. Trying to figure out if he were brave enough to ask. Only to ascertain if it were something Satoru wanted, so he could plan. Of course his partner is a step ahead, and yet at least this time Suguru isn't going to be angry about it. Instead he reaches for the other ring, hands trembling, one reaching for Satoru's matching hand, looking him in the eye as he does so. )
I love you, Satoru.
( There should be more to say, but maybe simple is best. They're together now, that's enough. )
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Letting Suguru put the ring on him, Satoru beams back at his partner, warm and happy, pleased with the results of his plan. ] I love you, Suguru.
[ Once the rings are on, Satoru loops his arms around Suguru's waist, hugging him close and nuzzling their heads together. ] I have absolutely no plan for how we're going to tell the children, though. My inclination is to just say nothing and when they start asking about the rings act like they should already know this, like, what are you talking about of course I'm wearing a wedding ring.
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( There's no saving him, he'll have to write a letter of commendation to the makeup company for the waterproofing. )
Who's going to notice first? My money is on Megumi. ( A pause. ) Wait, I'm getting distracted.
( He turns better, pulls back only to lift his hands so he can cup Satoru's face in them. )
Aren't we supposed to seal it with a kiss, husband?
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Blushing as Suguru cups his face, Satoru looks momentarily shy before his grin returns and he leans in to take that kiss. His arms squeeze tight around Suguru's waist, grateful that his proposal has gone well and Suguru is happy and they're together. They're always going to be together. He's determined. ]
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Married.
His hands slip. One to Satoru's hair, the other back round his waist, holding him gently. He pulls away and his eyes are bright, his mouth still wobbly. He looks happy though. )
Thank you. For being here. For not giving up. I want to love you for the rest of time, Satoru. I want us to be together.
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He can't resist, and Satoru has always been the sort to be overwhelmed by having emotions that are too intense to deal with in civilized, sitting-still ways. So he pounces, knocking Suguru down on his back and then rolling so that Suguru's on top. ]
We will. [ He beams up at his husband, unspeakably happy. ] We'll rewrite the fabric of the universe if we've gotta. Nothing's going to tear us apart. [ He knows that neither of them can guarantee that, not really. Things have always been unpredictable.
But Satoru's willing to fight god if necessary. ]
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You would, wouldn't you?
( Rewrite the world just for them.
He can't help but lean in, kiss deeper, more intent. There's no one around for miles, and so he doesn't stop himself. There's something burning up inside of him now, a desire to prove himself, teeth catching a plush bottom lip and his hips shifting, knee wedging between Satoru's own. )
There are other things newlyweds do. ( His voice low, sly. ) What do you think, Satoru?
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Yeah. [ Breathy, and his gaze is a little bit dazed as he stares up at his husband, hopelessly besotted. He tips his head up into the kiss, moaning hungrily, and slides his hands into Suguru's silky dark hair. ]
Oh, yeah. Definitely gotta consummate. [ Then he laughs. ] I didn't bring lube. Did you? [ Satoru had thought about the grand gesture part of this, and very few of the practicalities. His bag contained nothing but the blanket and the ring box. ]
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( His voice is still devious. He rises to a kneel as fluidly as the waves, reaches for his own bag to rifle through it. The bottle drops neatly on to Satoru's bare chest, Suguru's triumphant grin devastating. )
Maybe I didn't anticipate the journey but I know how these things usually end. Aren't you glad you married someone so prepared?
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Did you suspect at all--or even hope--what I was up to today, or was it a total surprise? [ He grins, still entirely triumphant about his own success. ]
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( It's genuine. He settles back easily, hands splaying over the other man's chest, gaze keen. )
I was going to talk to you about it. I wanted to know if it was something you'd like. I just hadn't worked up to it yet. ( The uncertainty. Satoru has put that to bed now though. ) I didn't know if we were the type. Did you?
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Though, ] It was what you said. When I didn't have my memory. If you want a ring you'll have to tell me. Like I said, I kept thinking about it. There was something to your phrasing. The implication that if I wanted it, you'd give that to me.
Before that, it was only in my head as something that would happen eventually. I thought maybe it was too soon. Maybe we were still too ... tentative.
But something about what you said ... I can't define it, Suguru. Only that I know you. And when I thought back to that moment, after I got my memory back, I knew you wanted this. Without a doubt.
And then I didn't have to think long about it to decide I was gonna make it happen. [ As usual, when Gojo Satoru puts his mind to something, he just assumes that success is a given. ]
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( An agreement, just as easy. He has a habit of winding himself up in to tight knots over his own wants, but if Satoru had wanted to get married then of course he would have made it happen. It doesn't mean he craved it less, it's just easier when he doesn't have to weigh up the desire versus what he thinks he's allowed. )
I like it. ( And that is softer, more of a confession. He looks at the hand splayed against a pale chest, the ring on it, feels his fondness swell. ) I like you, Gojo Satoru. My husband.
( He laughs, swaying closer, nose against his cheek and his breath warm against skin. )
It feels like a very us way to do it. Your abs have been out the whole time.
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Lots of space and romantic locales in a place the size of California, so it'll always be special if they come back here on their anniversaries. ]
I wanted to make sure you had a visual reminder of some of the reasons to say yes.
[ He reaches up, combing his fingers gently through Suguru's hair. ] We'll have to figure out paperwork or whatever, but there's no hurry. That's just paperwork.
I'm glad you don't want to be engaged, though. I'd do that, if you want, but it feels to me like ... I don't know. A trial run. Maybe if we had things that we needed to plan or if we hadn't known each other half our lives.
But I just ... want to skip right to calling you my husband.
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( Tongue in cheek, a nail scraping lightly over the shape of them. He's clearly thrilled, the rings would have been enough but he finds he wants the other part too. Paperwork. The finality of it. It makes it so easy. )
We've wasted enough time, haven't we? And I think we've done enough proving ourselves. Maybe it's all right being greedy. You're mine. I'm yours.
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Did you want the other stuff? The pageantry? It seemed like the wrong kind of posturing for us [ They're both absolute drama queens but they also both tried to avoid their own birthday parties, so he felt safe in the assumption that they would not be planning a big ceremony. ] but I'm sure you would look very pretty in a white dress.
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( A sniff, faux dramatic. He shakes his head though. )
I don't mind people knowing, but I prefer it like this. It's our business, not anybody else's. And I'd worry about the children but I think they know what we mean to each other now. Megumi hasn't threatened me in a while.
( Actually he thinks they're pretty close. )
I can't be blamed anyway. You asked.
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You can't be blamed, [ he agrees, smug. ] Though I didn't ask.
The trimmings and pageantry are optional, but at no point were you given any kind of choice about whether you were going to be my husband. [ Satoru just declared it, really. ]
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( The serious things done away with his hands start roaming again, sliding up to Satoru's shoulders in a lazy sweep. )
You never ask about things you deem important anyway. I'm used to that.
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[ He likes Suguru's determination that he never asks about important things. It sounds right. ] Can't leave important things like this to chance.
[ His hands slide up Suguru's shirt in turn, pushing at his clothes to start to get access under them. ] All right, so fuck me. Consummation.
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