aidenwolfe-sna asked: Work may have been Tegan's mistress, but Aiden was his husband - he had the ring to prove it - and so help him, he would deliver his husband from the perils of paperwork and paperclips. "So long 's a certain someone I know 's on 'em wiff me, 'ow could I ever say no?" He turned to catch Tegan's lips with his own.
True to his nature and his one-man loyalty, Tegan would gladly abandon his work mistress for that of the domestic husband. He kissed Aiden’s brow softly and smirked to himself, then met the second kiss with a little hum, pressing Aiden back against the ground and draping across him protectively.
“…then we’ll go,” Tegan whispered softly when he broke to breathe, gently sliding a hand over Aiden’s middle and across his ribs. “Together. Somewhere far away.”
Where trouble would never find them.
Or at least, be stalled in finding them.
aidenwolfe-sna asked: There it was, Aiden thought to himself, a tiny bit of the Tegan he was afraid work had buried. Maybe his next mission would be to ban Tegan from work for a while. But from the looks of it, he might not have to going by Tegan's words. "Righ' now?" he asked with a tilt of his head and a smile. "'d say ya need 't 'n' 'd love t' 'elp ya relax, so I won' say no."
A ban from work? Perish the thought. David and Tegan were alike in the fact that work was their first mistress—despite Chance and Aiden trying to steer their respective partners away from the wiles of paper and files. Blue eyes glimmered and Tegan flashed a broad smile at Aiden.
“Tomorrow morning, maybe. I can book a flight tonight and have us out of here by 10:00.” He nudged his nose to Aiden’s cheek tenderly. “What say you to white shores and blue waters?”
aidenwolfe-sna asked: Aiden's face contorted to one of sympathy as he moved closer, his other hand rising to brush fingers through Tegan's hair before settling on his cheek. "Then 'd say ya should take a break," he said worriedly, "a long one. I 'ate t' see ya so worn down, Tegan. A' th' very leas', find people t' 'elp wiff business." One hand moved to brush fingers across his cheek, trying to soothe his beloved husband as best he could.
Closing his eyes and breathing deeply; then releasing when he felt that hand in his hair, Tegan smiled lopsidedly and shrugged one broad shoulder. “…Maybe you’re right…” He trailed off as Aiden traced his face, then promptly turned to face him properly; eyes agleam.
“What say you to a vacation, Theodore?”
aidenwolfe-sna asked: If Tegan wished to be poetic, Aiden certainly would not complain. His eyes closed but for a moment as his brow was kissed. "'d be 'appy t' take yer mind off 'f work whenever ya need." His free hand slowly rose to clasp Tegan's cheek, thumb brushing across his skin.
His little star. That’s what Aiden was. More the wish made flesh and the dream granted reality than the faraway prayer on a burning ball of light, but here he was, nonetheless—shining for Tegan.
Closing his eyes in a moment of uncharacteristic trust, Tegan bowed his head and nosed Aiden’s palm, kissing the fingers as they touched him. Close, and safe…and home.
“I’m just so tired, Theodore,” he said quietly. “I’m tired and I’m not sure I’m doing such a good job anymore.”
aidenwolfe-sna asked: Brown hues looking from star to star, admiring the finer points of the darkened canvas, Aiden let out a sigh of his own. "Does seem t' be quite a few 'f 'em," he answered softly. "Worth lookin' at." His musings trailed off as he simply let the moment sink in, that of holding hands and listening to the sounds of the night around them, the stars dancing in the sky like a private show for two.
Blue eyes narrowed, Tegan removing his reading glasses so he could see the distance better. One finger brushed over Aiden’s ring, reminding him that it was still there, and Tegan hummed faintly under his breath.
“…You know, there are a lot of stars,” he commented placidly. It wasn’t in him to be poetic, usually. And yet Aiden brought that out in him. He turned to cast a glance at the other man as silence passed between them, before one hand rose to cup the underside of Aiden’s chin, turning him to face Tegan promptly.
“…but there’s only one that shines the brightest,” he said quietly, kissing Aiden’s brow. “Thank you for reminding me to take my eyes off work for a change.”
aidenwolfe-sna asked: "We'll get 'em washed," Aiden said with a soft chuckle as he leaned against Tegan, "don' worry." He gave Tegan's hand a light squeeze, gaze turning towards the sky. "They don' move much, bu' they're no' a bad sight t' see every now 'n' again," he said softly.
Trying to remind himself to relax, Tegan slouched back slightly in place, then glanced up at the sky. He didn’t oft look up—why should he? Tegan was so tall already he rarely needed to see anything above his current visuals…
But there they were. Scattered and silent; the stars twinkled overhead. His fingers tightened marginally on Aiden’s own and Tegan briefly lost his breath, furrowing his brows.
“…I’d forgotten there were so many,” he said solemnly.
aidenwolfe-sna asked: Aiden nodded. "Th' stars." Giving Tegan the brightest smile possible, his fingers laced with Tegan's as he turned on heel to direct the taller of the two towards the stars he had promised. "'s not too 'ot yet." With little more grace than a toddler who could not properly walk yet, he plopped himself onto the ground with a thud. "Care t' join me?" He asked as he motioned to the ground beside him.
Sighing as he was pulled away from his job, Tegan felt the tension of work fall away as he settled into a much more welcome; domestic routine. His fingers clutched Theodore’s own and he lifted the other man’s digits to press a kiss to his fingers, settling slowly onto the ground in a hesitant half-crouch.
“…I…” Still in his work clothes, Tegan let out a defeated sigh and slowly settled onto the ground beside his husband. “Very well.”
aidenwolfe-sna asked: "My plan isn' perfect," he cautioned as he looked up at Tegan with a twinkle in his eyes, "bu' I was thinkin' 'f stealin' 'im away from 'is work 'n' sittin' outside t' look 't th' stars." Pursing his lips, he looked towards the ceiling as he thought. "'m thinkin' 't wouldn' be too 'ard t' do, bu' I need your professional opinion 'n th' matter." His pensive look turned to a broad smile.
“The stars?” Tegan hesitated marginally, glancing at the papers on his desk, then back to Aiden somberly.
”..I don’t see why not,” he said at last, very softly. How was he supposed to resist those words; that smile? He was more powerless to that expression than he was to gravity’s pull.
Tegan pressed a kiss to Aiden’s brow and slid his fingers between Aiden’s own. “Lead the way, Theodore.”
aidenwolfe-sna asked: His usual stumble ever present in his movements, Aiden made his way, smile on his face, to a particular person. "I think 'm 'avin' a problem," he said with a rather dramatic sigh as he moved to wrap his arms around Tegan's waist, "'m missin' mah 'usband somethin' awful."
Hand to his brow and other hand holding a leaflet of papers, Tegan jumped mildly when he found himself ensnared around the middle. Relaxing marginally with a quiet sigh, he leant back against Aiden, dropping the files listlessly to his desk and twisting in place to wrap an arm around the littler man softly.
”How might this problem be remedied?” Tegan inquired quietly, smoothing back a handful of Aiden’s curls.
