There's a field in Atlantis, on the other side of the Sacred Way and on the outskirts of the city, a field where Jason and Pythagoras found themselves many of their days.

Some days were desperate and passionate and needy, when neither man would be seen for several hours and would come back with swollen lips and flushed cheeks, with one of them usually limping (probably Pythagoras) and the other throwing him sly glances (usually Jason). Those were the days when Hercules would wonder why on earth he had friends such as these two.

Other days, however, were dragged and peaceful and silent and calm. Jason and Pythagoras would lay in the field for hours, talking until conversation lapsed into silence, and they would simply watch the clouds.

Today was one of those days. Pythagoras' head was rested on his lovers chest, Jason's fingers threading absent-mindedly through the mans blonde curls. Lazily, he gazed up at the clouds, his tired brain trying to create shapes in them.

One of them looked distinctively like a ring.

He remembered something then, something he'd been wondering about for a while.
Weddings. Marriage.
Back home - wherever that was now, exactly - Jason suspected that he would have lived an ordinary life. Met a woman, settled down, had children, etcetera.

But, obviously, he had to get sucked through a port-hole of sorts to Atlantis and end up falling head-over-heels for Pythagoras the triangle guy.

Not that he was complaining, exactly. Jason couldn't picture anyone else to spend the rest of his life in Atlantis with.

"Pythagoras," Jason started carefully, "how do you feel about marriage?"

Surprised, Pythagoras sat up and stared at Jason, a question in his eyes.
"Are you trying to ask me something, Jason?"

Jason smiled up at him. "I don't know. Am I?"
Rolling his eyes, Pythagoras lent down and pressed his lips to Jason's, savouring the feeling of the man's tongue swiping over his lip and into his mouth.

Pulling away, Pythagoras sat up. "I can't say I've ever been married, but I do know that Atlantis has never had a ceremony between two men."

"We could change that." Jason sat up behind Pythagoras, brushing his lips over his lovers neck and nibbling slightly.

Pythagoras' eyes narrowed fondly. "Are you proposing to me, Jason?"

"I think so." Jason laughed lightly into the blonde's shoulder.

"You're an idiot."

"But I'm your idiot."

Pythagoras couldn't argue with that.

Turning around, he locked his arms around Jason's neck and met his lips in a heated kiss, lips and tongues moving in synch. Gently, Jason leant back to the ground, holding Pythagoras close to him.

Pulling away for air, Jason stared up into Pythagoras' blue eyes, wanting nothing more than to get lost in them. "So?"

"So what?"

"So, will you marry me?"

Pythagoras' breath hitched. He studied his lovers face carefully, searching for any sign of teasing or amusement. He found nothing, only the loving and hopeful look on Jason's face that made his heart ache.

Gods, he loved this man. He loved him so much it hurt. He shuddered to think what might have become of either of them if Jason had never arrived in Atlantis, or if he had fallen for the Princess. That was something Pythagoras didn't ponder on for long.

Pressing his forehead to Jason's, closing his eyes and feeling the other mans hands on his back and waist, the answer to Jason's question came easily.

"Yes."