Disclaimer/Pairing: 1x2, fluffy sap

Author note: This is a sequel to Writing Letters...

December 13th

Home for the Holidays

Duo really has developed an affinity for Hawaiian shirts. He has shirts with hula dancers, shirts with palm trees, shirts with palm leaves, giant orchids and one really obnoxious one with pineapples all over it.

In spirit of the season though, and as his only concession to the holiday, tonight he was wearing a red and green Hawaiian shirt with Santas on it. Who were also wearing Hawaiian shirts.

The monstrosity was nearly enough to make my eyes hurt and I made a note to remove it from his person as soon as possible. The sooner the better.

In fact, right now sounded pretty good.

He'd propped open the screen door and was standing barefoot in the doorway, listening to the surf and drinking a beer. He had been rather quiet all evening since he got home from work. I suspected it was because of the day, Christmas isn't a holiday filled with beautiful memories for everyone.

I walked over to stand by him and we stood there listening to the waves and until he finally spoke.

"It's been an entire year."

I hummed in response and rested my chin on his shoulder, enjoying the way he scooted back a little so we were pressed together.

"Do you still think you made the right decision?" He turned slightly to look at me and I realized he was serious and expected a response.

I tipped my head back to study the stars, pulling him closer and wrapping my arms around him. "I wonder. Every day I wake up and find you next to me. Every day I come home and I'm not alone. Every day I have somebody to laugh with, argue with, play with . . . make love with. What is there to regret?"

He snorted, "You're such a sap."

I grinned. "By the way Maxwell, have I told you how much I despise this particular shirt of yours?"

He laughed. "Hey man, where's your Christmas spirit?" He stepped away to spin slowly in a circle, his arms outstretched. "This is a classic. I cannot believe you are dissing this shirt."

I reached forward to snag him by the belt loops and pulled him closer. "Palm trees are classic. This is what happens when dogs eat wrapping paper and throw up."

While he was making a disgusted face at me, I took the opportunity to unbutton the offending article of clothing. Tossing it out the door, I grabbed him by the waistband of his shorts and dragged him toward the bedroom.

"Let me demonstrate to you my version of Christmas spirit." His snickers were cut off when I pushed him down against the bed and kissed him.

I loved kissing Duo. The way he always pressed back fiercely, thrusting his tongue in and pulling me as close as he could.

I loved the way he groaned and ground up against me, wrapped his legs around mine and called out my name.

I loved the way he said my name.

I loved lying there and seeing him above me, the moonlight behind him and making him glow. I loved the sweat and friction as our bodies moved together, the sound of the bed shifting and the feeling of his bare skin against mine.

I loved the feeling of him inside me, on me, all around me. And I loved filling him and holding him close as if I could melt into him and become a whole new being.

He's crazy if he thinks I could ever regret this. Regret coming to him. Regret being with him. If there is anything I regret, it's that it took me so long to get here.

Home for the holidays. I've had a lot of holidays, but this is the first year I've ever had a home.