Music prompt meme!

[carnagecarnival]

It's exactly what it sounds like!
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1) put a header down for your character(s)!
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2) give people any random song you want to!
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3) Rp something together based on that song!
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Bonus: Stick whatever music players you have on shuffle and make it a surprise!

Comments

[gluteus]

Maximus kept his hand there, pressing firmly but gently, the warm smile sliding across his lips.

"I'm not sure if that is meant as a threat," He said, "As I would very much like to see you try." His mind could quickly conjure up images of what would really happen if they would wrestle. Or what would have happened, months ago. It didn't seem like much had changed, but that was still a good deal of time.

[the_marshal]

He did laugh then, loose stones tumbling around somewhere in his chest, and his fingers flexed under Max's, curled in the thin fabric and held on.

"Big talk for a man flat on his back," he smiled down at Max, eyes moving over his face again. (It had to be real. He wouldn't survive it again.) "Remind me when you're feelin' better, I'll be happy to offer all the demonstration ya want."

[gluteus]

"I will hold you to it," he said, smiling warmly, before taking a long, deep breath, and in a low voice murmured:

"Kiss me, Wyatt."

[the_marshal]

There was enough time for his heart to thump - a hard beat on a surge of relief and love and hope and a bone deep ache - and then he was leaning down to find Max's mouth with his own.

A kiss months in the making, a kiss Wyatt hadn't believed he'd ever be able to give. It was gentle to start, an almost chaste touch of lips, but firmed quickly. Deepened, as Wyatt's grip tightened on him.

"I love you," he whispered roughly, when his lungs forced him to pull back enough to breathe. "I love you, Max."

[gluteus]

His eyes closed, his lips parted against the kiss, a low groan almost rumbling at the back of his throat as Wyatt leaned against him to take it, as Maximus arched his neck to return it - as firmly as he was able to muster.

God, but he had missed him. More than anything.

"As I love you, Wyatt," he rumbled breathlessly, before arching up to take another kiss. "Gods, but I do."

[the_marshal]

"Good thing," Wyatt murmured, the words slipping in between kisses. "'Cause I meant... what I said."

He reached up with a free hand, quickly swept off his hat and tossed it toward the beside table where it settled on the black, totalitarian lamp, hanging drunkenly.

"I ain't goin' anywhere."

He shifted, pulling back enough to slip over Max and onto the bed beside Max. Turning onto his side as his hand sought the other man's.

"Not without ya."

[gluteus]

He missed the weight, when it was gone, and turned onto his side as well, linking their fingers together as he met the man's eyes. "Then you will have to wait," He said, the smile twinkling in his eyes.

"For it is not our time. Not yet."

[the_marshal]

Wyatt had said once that Max was it for him. It had been some time - what felt like years - but it was just as true in that moment, as it had been in that one.

His thumb stroked over Max's knuckles and moved in to seal it with another kiss.

And then another, simply because he could.

"Always," he promised, lips curling against Max's. "We're gunna be old an' grey, an' I'm still gunna be right there. The biggest pain in yer ass."