He never really believed in that sentimental stuff, he left that to 'wheels' and his pasta dinners. But there was something that had to be said when you finally felt the way he did now.
After the life that he had, he wasn't sure that he'd ever get the chance at being happy, really truly happy. He wasn't sure if even deserved to be. The horrible things that he'd done, they still haunted him. Came as startling reminders in the middle of the night. But then again, that was a gift to all manticore alumni he mused.
After a year spent fighting in Terminal City. Blood had been shed and Lives were lost. The battle had no longer been against White and the familiars but against the ordinaries everyday. As the time passed, he no longer felt the need to sneak out of the tunnels that bounded them and into the seattle night life. He was slowly becoming a family man, and damnit if these freaks weren't his family.
But tonight everything had changed again, the siege was over. Apparently the government no longer deemed transgenics as a threat. This morning, a request was sent for 12 Xs to go on a mission on behalf of the United States of America. How long can this quid pro quo possibly last? Is what runs through his mind but he mentally shakes his head deciding to just enjoy this moment.
"What are you thinking about?" Came a soft from beside him.
Surprised that he hadn't notice her wake he glanced down at her with a smirk and cockily replied "hmm, wouldn't you like to know"
"Smartass"
His smirk slowly turning into a genuine grin, he stares down as his mate, confortable and completely sated. He was not an idealist but a realist and knew that this was no fairytale romance. They were not soulmates and did not have candlelit dinners whilst they gazed into each others eyes. But what started as a simple need to release in the comfort of one of their own slowly developed into a fierce love.
Sure they fought but nobody could say that they weren't passionate or that the didn't have great make up sex, the thought alone bringing back countless memories of when they had come back to his place for more pleasurable activities. And now they were free. As if reading his mind,
"So what do you wanna do tomorrow?" She asks with a smile that she knows he can see in the darkness, whist glancing around the room.
"Subtle" He says, noticing her scrutinizing the box filled room
"What? Can you blame me for not wanting my room full of boxes for the rest of my life?"
A full blown smile on his face, knowing the implications of her words and the fact that she'd so openly stated them he lays a kiss on her temple before whispering in her ear, "our room Maxie, our room."
The End