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fanfic and original writing by ar ([personal profile] witticaster) wrote2010-11-24 09:08 pm

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Jesus, how long has it been since I've used this? I am weirdly nervous about posting again; what if I can no longer wriiiiiiiite. It is the soppiest thing in the world and would be even if I was in practice, though; I'm not sure why I'm worried.

Listening to Billy Joel in the car with Will is always something of a trial, but the afternoon after they become life partners, it’s rather pleasant for Tharkay. This is music Will enjoys a great deal (who knows why), and today Tharkay is willing to love nearly anything Will loves, if only because Will loves it. If it grows too tiresome, he can think back on the fact that Will loves him dearly enough to offer to remain by his side for the rest of their lives.

Or he can think of how much sex they’ve had in the last day. Or of Will asleep next to him early this morning, his expression such that Tharkay could imagine it an unconscious smile. Or, really, of the sex they'll have after dinner; he would as happily have stayed home, but there's no denying the appeal of going out together as more than simply a couple.

...And then I ran out of steam anyway. God damn it.