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It was a fairly standard afternoon for the two of them nowadays. That is to say, it was good.
Even after the world they knew had come back, and they wept in disbelief and elation at their somehow making it out of the apocalypse alive, there was still work to be done. Things to be worked through.
But they had each other, one way or another. The kind of truly unconditional love that could only come from walking through hell hand in hand.
They steadily worked on their communication, learning the other’s regular daily idiosyncrasies outside of terrifying, Lovecraftian nonsense. And as they found their respective places, living together in normal, domestic comfort, sometimes they could forget all about the dreadful era their relationship began in.
This afternoon was no different, finding Martin sat at their table, finishing off a sandwich and flicking idly through the newspaper.
His head perks up a little as he hears the front door unlocking, and light footsteps in the hall.
M: “There’s a sandwich for you in the kitchen if you want it, dear.”
He calls out to Jon as he hangs his coat up. They share a soft smile as he walks into room, and Jon leans down to leave a little kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek.
J: “Thank you, Martin”
They were fond of pet-names, of course, but Jon adored the way ‘Martin’ sounded. He addressed his boyfriend by name more often than he ever would for anyone else. Why wouldn’t he when it sounded so sweet on his tongue? The name that once irritated him so, now being the one word that made him adore the sound of his own voice.
Jon stayed and considered whether the sandwich was what he wanted, eyeing Martin - who gave him a curious look.
M: “Something on your mind- oh-“
He made a slight sound of surprise as Jon made up his mind to seat himself on Martin’s lap instead. He presses his forehead to the crook of Martin’s neck, and makes a deep, contented hum; Martin (learning from past experience) refrains from comparing it to a cat purring.
This is made a bit more difficult as Jon’s hands find wherever they please on Martin and squish, like a cat making biscuits. Martin smiles down at him, curiosity and amusement mixing into an adorable little smirk (in Jon’s humble opinion).
M: “Can I help you?”
J: “I’ll be just fine, thank you.”
Jon says as he moves his hands to Martins stomach, playing with it as he is wont to do. His face that of a thrilled child who just nicked a handful of sweets from the shop.
Martins voice stays fond and playful.
M: “Any particular reason for this or...?”
Jon huffs, staying playfully ‘proper’ and indignant.
J: “God forbid I want to take a moment to thoroughly appreciate my wonderful husband-”
Jon’s face seems to blue-screen for a fraction of a second.
J: “B-boyfriend- boyfriend.”
But though it takes Martin a second to understand what just happened, his face breaks into an awe-filled grin.
Without a seconds thought, Jon is suddenly lifted into the air in Martin’s strong arms.
J: “whoa- M-Marti- Martin-!”
Martin is suddenly grinning from ear to ear, giggling and planting kisses all over his beloved’s face.
His voice is teasing past his excitement, swaying Jon around in his arms.
M: “What was that, Jon? Say that again I uh, didn’t quite catch that~”
J: “Martin! Ah- Christ man put me down!”
Jon’s smile betrays him as he “complains”. And instead of listening, Martin decides to topple himself down onto the sofa, leaving Jon above him in his arms.
M: “Goodness me, now is that any way to talk to your Husband?”
J: “Oh shut up-“
His embarrassed complaints are muffled by a wonderfully uncoordinated kiss, feeling Martin smiling against his lips.
Jon melts into it happily, wrapping his arms around Martin’s shoulders. And he decides, maybe he should start following through on his recent thoughts about buying an engagement ring.