A/N: Think of this of the epilogue to "How Does Your Garden Grow" with Don and Gus' wedding night, not the M rated version, we can get into that at over on AO3 ;)


Crazy Lucky:

June 18th, 2011

"Hope you ain't falling asleep on me there, sunshine," Don teased as they made their way home. He looked down at his wife tucked into his side, her eyes closed, a smile on her face. Wife. It's still didn't seem real.

Gus tipped her head up slightly, opening one eye, "wouldn't dream of it, just relaxed and amazed that Lindsay managed to get a permit for a second line and a carriage outside of Central Park!" She leaned up to kiss him, the clop of the horse's hooves echoing down Lexington as the motorcycle cop blocked traffic, giving them the smallest sliver of calm in the middle of Midtown.

"Yeah, it's like we are cops or something," Don snarked.

"Good to know marriage hasn't changed you," she shot back, nuzzling him gently. Wishing she could bottle this feeling, trying to not kick herself for making it take this long while still savoring every last second of the moment.

He tucked a finger under her chin, a bemused look on his face. "Gus, we've been married for like six hours, but I've known you for six years, how much change were you expecting?"

"Fair enough, Don. Wouldn't want to change anything about you anyway," she said, leaning in for a kiss that lasted until the carriage driver cleared his throat, announcing their arrival.


Eduardo the doorman was there to greet them as expected, and so were several of their geriatric neighbors that either hadn't made it to the wedding or had ducked out of the reception early. Forming yet another receiving line, the chattering crowd parted to let the newlyweds in; well wishes and teasing following them to where Mrs. Potter was holding the elevator for them.

She bellowed with a wink, "don't worry you two, I'll make sure to leave my hearing aid out tonight!"

Flack rubbed his forehead as Gus sighed, "why didn't I take Uncle Mac up on that hotel room?"

"Because then I couldn't do this," Don remarked, pausing as he unlocked their front door to scoop Gus up into his arms and carrying her across the threshold.

Gus gasped in surprise, laughing, "you better not throw your back out, Don, at least not before we consummate this thing."

"Like I'd let that stop me, sunshine," he growled, setting her down gently as the pair took in their living room.

A cozy glow emanated from candles and the fireplace, the vases scattered around their co-op filling the air with the sweet scent of gardenias and camellias. It was offset only by the mouth watering aroma of the spread on the dining table, mirroring the food they hadn't gotten a chance to eat at their reception.

Gus turned slowly in an amazed circle remarking, "the olds have been busy." She caught sight of her husband, looking back and forth between her and the table laden with food. She could see the debate warring within him, caught between hunger and desire, deciding to make it easy for him. "I don't know about you, husband," she said, patting his cheek with emphasis, "but I think I may need some sustenance before we move this to the bedroom."

He caught her arm, love and gratitude filling his eyes as he pulled her to him, bending her back in a kiss. "I am crazy lucky, babe" he said as he tipped her back up, trailing his hand down her spine, almost doubling back to the bedroom until Gus' stomach let out a loud growl.

Stomachs satisfied but the pair not yet satiated, their eyes met and it took every once of self-control that Flack had to not sweep the table clear and throw Gus down and ravish her. Once again reading his mind, she smirked, rising and saying, "this dress was too expensive for those kind of shenanigans, blue eyes."

Once again, Don swept Gus' off her feet, this time tossing her over his shoulder heading directly to their bedroom. He set her down catching her hand as it went towards his buttons, encircling his arms around her, one hand gentling cradling her head, the other trailing down to the sway of her back. "Crazy lucky," he repeated, kissing her softly, an echo of that first kiss on the roof so many years ago.

Her palm found his cheek as his lips left hers, cupping his face, her thumb brushing over his deepening dimple as he smiled at her. "That makes two of us, Don," she whispered, her eyes shining, her heart once again beating like a butterfly trying to escape the cocoon of her chest.

This time, he didn't stop her from unbuttoning his shirt, though she was slower now; neither of them breaking eye contact as they divested themselves of their wedding garments. Don lay her back on the bed, propped on one arm as the other ran the length of her body, his eyes following, taking in her figure as though he were seeing it for the first time. Gus almost felt uncomfortable at the intensity of his gaze, until she realized it wasn't scrutiny but adoration and that her heart was filled with the same.

Words passed between them, unspoken but understood in the way they always had; their bond greater than all their trials and demons. The last vestiges of those dark days rising up and away; all resentment and anger leaving their hearts and souls as devotion and fidelity took their place.