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They lie together in bed. Kim filling out a crossword as Harry reads a book, gently leaning on him. The radio quietly plays. The morning is peaceful and soft, it’s a Saturday.
The music slowly fades out. An announcer speaks, clearing their throat. “We have some breaking news; we have just received word that the courts have finally made a decision regarding the legality of same sex marriage across all of Revachol. The vote has passed, 18 to 2…”
The world comes to a stand-still as the announcer’s voice no longer reaches the pair. They immediately turn towards each other, locking eyes instantly.
It’s not as though they were unaware of this possibly, but they have steadily ignored it. Too afraid to speak on it, like it might impact the outcome. Both too scarred to allow hope. But of course it was there, thrumming under the surface. The quiet skimming of newspapers every day for new information. A silent prayer. A foolish wish. Now caught off guard at it coming true.
Harry moves first. He scrambles towards Kim shakily, trying to balance himself on one knee on the bed. He grabs Kim’s hand and looks at him as though his wildest dreams have come true. He’s already misty eyed and choking up, but determined to get the words out. His voice is husky with emotion and the early morning.
“Kim Kitsuragi, will you marry me?”
Every hope he’s ever had is projected in his eyes.
Kim sucks in a breath. He’s smiling wild and unashamed, tears shimmering in his eyes, a small quirk to his lips. He pushes his lips against Harry’s, slow and passionate. Harry melts into it. Kim free’s his hands from Harry’s gasp, putting them on the man’s face in order to deepen the kiss. Harry can’t resist a moan. He allows Kim to push him back onto the bed with a hand on his chest.
Kim straddles his hips, leaning down for another kiss. He slowly pulls away from Harry, with a hand still on the other man’s cheek. The look in Kim’s eyes is intensified behind his glasses. Happiness radiates from him, but there’s another expression hidden behind. He opens his mouth to speak, a smile on his lips, “No.”
He abruptly gets off of Harry and the bed. A flash of panic and confusion shocks Harry’s system. He jolts up, staring at Kim’s back as he moves to rummage through the top shelf of the dresser. A thousand alarm bells ring through Harry’s head as various voices start shouting their opinions at him.
“W-wait… What? K-Kim….?” His voice is a whisper, a small terrified animal.
Kim ignores him, continuing his search. A noise of triumph as he finds what he’s looking for, and whips around with his hands clutching his price as he drops down to one knee. He opens the small black box, revealing a small gray ring, the light hitting it oddly. His eyes betray his playfulness, a smirk tugging at his mouth.
“Will you marry me, Harrier Du Bois?”
Harry pounces on him in an instant. Their teeth mashing together as a huff of laughter escapes Kim.
“You fucking asshole, you nearly scared me to death.” Harry mumbles with affection. He’s started kissing his way up Kim’s neck. Kim chuckles fade into a contented sigh. A hand snakes its way into Harry’s hair.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.”
Another huff of laughter escapes him. He pulls Harry into another kiss. When they break apart, he looks at him with a smug grin, bordering on predatory.
“Well? Your answer, detective?”
A groan escapes the aforementioned detective.
“Yes. God… Fuck. Kim. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes, yes, yes.” Harry punctuates every word with a kiss on Kim’s face, not leaving a single centimeter unattended. He’s breathless by the time he’s satisfied with his answer. He leans their forwards against each other, his hands cradling Kim’s face, thumbs running small circles into his cheeks.
Harry’s voice cracks as he speaks, eyes squeezed shut against the overwhelming outpouring of emotions coursing through his blood.
“Fuck… Kim… I. I can’t believe you bought me a ring.”
“Mmm… well. Bought isn’t exactly the right word…” Kim pulls his face away so he can watch Harry’s expression as he continues. Now Harry’s lips quirk with playfulness, curious to see where this goes. “I. Actually made it myself.” Kim coughs, only slightly embarrassed. His ears have now reached their peak redness. “With some scrap I had after replacing a part on the Kineema…”
Harry’s breath stops. He continues not breathing for several seconds as he stares at Kim, mouth hanging open. All at once, his lungs start working again as a sob breaks through him, tears finally pouring out. He shoves his face into the crook of Kim’s neck.
“Fuck. Kim. I love you so fucking much.” He manages to choke out between sobs.
Kim rubs his back in a soothing motion, a smile evident in his voice.
“I love you too Harry.”
After they both calm down enough, they lock lips again. It proceeds until they find themselves fucking on the floor, the rug burns worth it.