A/N:
Just a little fanfic I wrote to help with some writer's block, the song is called 'Dancing In The Minefields' By Andrew Peterson, its a very pretty song!
It was quiet in a medium sized cottage tucked away in the woods, the faint sound of the radio playing and bacon sizzling in a pan, a dark haired man standing over it in stripped pajama pants and bunny slippers, his back and shoulders ached from sleeping on the couch the night before.
He and his beloved had a fight, it was his fault really. He spent all day and most of the night at work when he promised they'd get to spend time together.
And his love was mad, and hurt.
Things were said and thrown, tears were shed. He wished he could take back what he said, he didn't mean it, and he never did.
But he knew he couldn't change the past. He sighed, shaking his head and adjusting his glasses, not hearing the foot steps behind him.
A feminine hand was sat upon his shoulder, and then another on his other one and they began to rub, a chin coming to rest on his pale shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Will." The voice said quietly, kissing his jaw.
The dark haired man sighed, turning off the stove and moving the pan before he turned around, wrapping his arms around the other.
"Me too Grell." He murmured, pressing his face into the bright red locks of his hair. "I didn't mean any of it… I love your flamboyancy, I love how clingy you are… I love all of you." Will said with an almost shaky sigh.
"I know Will… And I don't think you're boring and unloving and unromantic." Grell whispered, his arms going around his neck.
They heard the familiar beat on the radio, the first song they truly danced with, their song at their wedding.
William moved, turning up the radio and grabbing Grell close, pulling him to him.
"I was nineteen you were twenty one,
The year we got engaged
Everyone said we were much too young,
But we did it anyway"
They began to sway, Will gently singing the song to his love.
"We brought the rings for forty each
From a pawn shop down the road
We made our vows and took the leap
Now fifteen years ago"
Grell began to sing with him, his head resting on Will's pale chest.
"We went dancing in the minefields
We went sailing in the storm
And it was harder than we dreamed
But I believe that's what the promise is for."
"We've danced through our fair share of minefields…" Grell whispered and Will nodded.
" 'I do' are the two famous last words
The beginning of the end
But to lose your life for another I've heard
Is a good place to begin.
'Cause the only way to find your life
is to lay your own life down
And I believe it's an easy price
For the life that we have found"
"We've done that, laid our lives down." Will smiled, remembering how Grell saved him so long ago.
"Yes." Grell whispered.
"And we're dancing in the minefields
And we're sailing in the storm
This is harder than we dreamed
But I believe what the promise is for
So when I lose my way, find me.
When I loose love's chains, bind me.
At the end of all my faith, till the end of all my days
When I forget my name, remind me."
"Promise you always will?" Grell whispered.
"As long as you will." He said. "And possibly even if you stop." He murmured as they swayed and twirled together for the rest of the song.
"I love you, William T. Spears." Grell said, cupping his cheek.
"And I love you too, Grell S. Spears." He smiled, kissing him deeply.
All was well yet again.