"You know." After the kiss, he had to grin. Had to drive in that remarkably resilient humor that came with the idea of Bones actually considering marrying him. "Spock could totally officiate it." If only because Spock might break something thinking about it and the fact that hyphenating his name even on paper might feel like he's keeping some sacred part of Leonard with him.
Then there is more... more kisses and the undeniable gravity like pull that Bones has on him. Each kiss burns so pleasantly against his skin he knew it would be a struggle just to breathe in that moment. It felt dizzying and amazing all at once.
Only to be topped off with that one phrase he honest to god never thought he'd hear from anyone much less the person he actually felt the same way about. Breathing in shakily, he suddenly moved, taking the glasses and putting them on the end table, his whole body shifted so one knee could press into the sofa of either side of Bones' hips. He didn't let himself think about it, he just moved.
Both his hands cupped the elder's face and tipped it up to look at him and hold his gaze as he leaned in closer. "Love you, too, Bones." It sounded broken, soft and almost more a breath than actual words, but he'd be damned if he didn't say it to him after all of this... when he knew the reality that one day he wouldn't be able to say it to him.
And like a promise, he sealed it with a kiss. Not rushed or rough like he was used to... but slower, passionate and loaded with all the emotions he just didn't know how to put into words and likely never would. All he knew was he wanted to kiss him. And he didn't want it to end too soon, but he didn't want to push too hard. Jim savored the taste of the other man mixed with the alcohol and hoped against hope the other liked this feeling as much as he did. Because he wanted to steal as many kisses as he could manage before he had to let the man go.
It really is. Ridiculously so with how well balanced they are.
Then there is more... more kisses and the undeniable gravity like pull that Bones has on him. Each kiss burns so pleasantly against his skin he knew it would be a struggle just to breathe in that moment. It felt dizzying and amazing all at once.
Only to be topped off with that one phrase he honest to god never thought he'd hear from anyone much less the person he actually felt the same way about. Breathing in shakily, he suddenly moved, taking the glasses and putting them on the end table, his whole body shifted so one knee could press into the sofa of either side of Bones' hips. He didn't let himself think about it, he just moved.
Both his hands cupped the elder's face and tipped it up to look at him and hold his gaze as he leaned in closer. "Love you, too, Bones." It sounded broken, soft and almost more a breath than actual words, but he'd be damned if he didn't say it to him after all of this... when he knew the reality that one day he wouldn't be able to say it to him.
And like a promise, he sealed it with a kiss. Not rushed or rough like he was used to... but slower, passionate and loaded with all the emotions he just didn't know how to put into words and likely never would. All he knew was he wanted to kiss him. And he didn't want it to end too soon, but he didn't want to push too hard. Jim savored the taste of the other man mixed with the alcohol and hoped against hope the other liked this feeling as much as he did. Because he wanted to steal as many kisses as he could manage before he had to let the man go.