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Word Count - 573
For Laura, to make up for killing Dean :P
The Greatest Gift
Seamus stretched, the muscles in his back contracting as he raised his arms over his head. Looking over at his boyfriend, he smiled.
"Are you done yet? Am I allowed to distract you?" he asked, sitting forward on the sofa he'd been lying on.
Dean snorted. "I just spent half an hour sketching the button on your arse pocket. I'd say I'm thoroughly distracted already."
Seamus' smile turned into a grin and he got up from the sofa, crossing the room so he was right beside Dean. Dean barely had time to move the sketchbook before Seamus was sitting on his lap, pressing a heated kiss to his neck.
"You've been sketching me for hours," Seamus whispered. "Isn't it time I got some personal attention from these talented fingers?"
To make his point, he lifted Dean's hand to his mouth, pressed a kiss to the finger tips, before he placed Dean's hand against his bare chest.
Dean smirked, playing absently with Seamus' nipple for a moment before he placed both hand's on Seamus hips. Picking his boyfriend up until they were both standing, Dean leant in and pressed a kiss to Seamus' clavicle.
"Put a shirt on babe, I'm starving."
As Dean crossed the room to put his shoes on, Seamus glared at him. "You're a filthy tease, Dean Thomas."
Dean smiled. "Haven't you heard? Anticipation makes everything that much sweeter."
"Yeah, yeah," Seamus muttered, rolling his eyes. "It was feeling sweet enough to me already, you jerk."
…
Seamus cheered up when Dean led him into their favourite restaurant. "You were planning this," he accused Dean, when the latter gave his name to the host and they were immediately led to a table.
"Perhaps" Dean conceded. "You were sitting for the sketch for me for hours, I figured you'd deserve a treat after."
"Have I told you today that I love you?"
Dean smiled. "It never hurts to hear it repeated.
They had an enjoyable mean together, chatting quietly between courses about a myriad of subjects. Conversation had never been a problem for the two of them, not since they were eleven years old.
When they'd finished eating, Dean leant forward on the table, his wine glass sitting between both of his hands while he played lightly with the stem.
"We've been together for three years today, you know?"
Seamus blinked. "It's our anniversary?"
Dean nodded. "Yes."
"Shit. How did I not know that? Dean… I haven't gotten you a gift."
"Actually…" Dean shifted to pull something from his pocket. "If you just say yes, that'd be the greatest gift you could give me."
"Dean?"
"Marry me, Shay," he asked, opening the box to reveal a simple silver band.
Tears filled Seamus' eyes as he stared at the box, and he nodded, holding out his hand shakily. Dean slid the ring onto his finger and they both took a moment to take the sight in.
Seamus gripped Dean's fingers. "Take me home, Dean."
…
They lay entwined on the bed, the sweat still cooling on their bodies.
"You were right," Seamus murmured against Dean's chest, swirling his fingers over his stomach in nonsensical patterns. "Anticipation did make it sweeter."
"Hmm," Dean agreed sleepily. "It didn't hurt that it was the first time I was making love with my fiance."
Seamus closed his eyes, revelling in the sound of Dean's heart beating underneath his ear. "I love you, Dean."
"Love you too, Shay."
Written for;
Tv Show Of The Month - Angela - Sketchbook / Having intimate relations / Dean
Serpents - 61. Trinket Snake - Button