Title: The Big and Little Things They Did To Come Out
Rating: M
Pairing: David Rosen/Jake Ballard
Disclosures: This story is SLASH. Don't like, please don't read. Constructive feedback on the writing is appreciated; but no hate allowed, only love. I do not in anyway own the characters - we have beautiful Shonda to thank for them! I'm just playing with these slashy tidbits I'm making up. Thanks too to my kick-ass beta.
Story: Current day. Established relationship. After the SCOTUS decision to uphold same-sex marriage, David and Jake make their way out of their unintentional closet. While it's not entirely necessary to read "It Is So Ordered" prior to this work, it is the backstory.
Spoilers: None
Author's Note: This series is written in 100-word drabbles. It was a task I always wanted to tackle, and wasn't inspired to do so until now. If you have an idea for a Drabble... Please do let me know! I will take requests until it is over!
Weeks passed since the Supreme Court ruling upholding same-sex marriage. Life returned to normal for David Rosen and Jake Ballard. They lived in the same condominium, worked at the same jobs. Still woke up together in bed, made dinner side-by-side and made love in their bed, shower.
However, life's events quickly came with a sense of "Before The Decision" and "After The Decision". Sometimes, things were almost exactly the same as before. More often there were times there was an extra pause. A pause where one of them was considering something more than what they were saying.
"David Rosen," he answered his private line as his office was filling with his Associate General's staff. It generally only rang when important.
"Hi Baby."
"Captain Ballard, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I'm pretty sure I owe you the pleasure after this morning..." Jake answered huskily.
"Jake," David turned his back to the room, muffling his voice.
"It's true."
"I know," and while listening to Jake's pleasure-buffet ideas, David realized it looked like he was hiding. Winding conversation down, he turned around to face his desk. He would be heard by anyone listening. "I love you, too."
As they left for Sunday brunch, Jake didn't resist as he usually did. He took David's hand in his and squeezed gently. "No reason to not hold your hand, right?" Pause.
"None at all."
"Greenhouse or PostScript?"
David looked up with admiration and love. They were going to make it, and the awe filled him. "PostScript. I'm craving Challah French Toast."
Taking a left, east on "L", continuing on the west side of 15th as it was in the sun.
"You'll stay warmer this way," Jake noted as he rubbed his thumb over the back of David's very soft hand.