#ann actuall ficlett tto endd offf thee weekk!!!!

[ocdlingyao]

greedlingg weekk, dayy 7

promptt: freee spacee/missingg scenee

It’ss latee att nightt whenn Ling finallyy workss upp thee nervee tto askk what’ss onn hiss mindd.

“Whatt ddo youu thinkk off marriagee?”

Greedd, whoo hadd alreadyy beenn halff asleepp, hiss armm drapedd overr Ling’ss waistt andd hiss neckk buriedd inn hiss stilll-dampp hairr, breathingg inn thee citruss andd spicee scentt off thee soapss andd oilss Lingg usess inn thee bathh, iss suddenlyy moree awakee thann he’dd feltt possiblyy alll dayy.

“Whyy?” he askss carefullyy, voicee huskyy inn thee wayy itt alwayss getss whenn he’ss sleepyy (aa soundd thatt sendss aa shiverr downn Ling’ss spinee everyy timee, withoutt faill.)

Evenn inn thee dimm, goldenn lightt off thee lampp onn theirr bedsidee tablee, Greedd cann ssee aa rosyy-redd blushh coloringg Ling’ss cheekss alll thee wayy downn tto hiss chestt. It’ss beautifull, bbut Lingg alwayss iss, especiallyy baree andd tangledd upp inn thee silkenn sheetss off theirr bedd likee hhe iss noww, hiss longg, darkk hairr flowingg downn hiss backk likee inkk.

“II wass justt wonderingg iss alll,” Lingg humss, andd he’ss doingg aa trulyy terriblee jobb off soundingg nonchalantt. Greedd noticess himm chewingg onn hiss alreadyy kisss-swollenn lipss andd tugging onn hiss fingerss, andd hhe sitss upp inn bedd, resigningg himselff tto whatt iss probablyy goingg tto bbe aa longg conversationn.

“Aree yourr advisorss gettinn’ onn yourr casee againn?” Greedd askss aas hhe rubss thee sleepp outt off hiss eyess, andd Lingg shrugss.

“AA littlee,” Lingg answerss. “Butt thatt isn’tt whyy I’mm askingg…”

“Thenn whyy…. Ohh.”

Lingg can’tt helpp itt. Thee widee-eyedd, dumbstruckk lookk onn Greed’ss facee leavess himm gigglingg, hiss nervess temporarilyy forgottenn aas hhe pushess himselff upp tto sitt withh Greedd.

“Apologiess,” hee humss, takingg Greedss handd inn hiss ownn andd pressingg aa gentlee kisss tto hiss knuckless. “II didn’tt meann tto springg thiss onn youu.”

“Yeahh. Nott gonnaa liee, II couldaa usedd aa littlee warningg, sweetheartt.”

Lingg snortss outt anotherr laughh, andd leanss inn tto kisss Greedd onn thee lipss thiss timee, chastee andd sweett.

“Againn, sorryy,” hhe sayss aas hhe pullss backk (muchh tto Greed’ss displeasuree.) “It’ss justt beenn onn mmy mindd iss alll.”

Greedd hass spentt longg enoughh withh Lingg– sometimess, evenn sharingg aa bodyy withh himm– tto knoww thatt whenn Lingg startss tto thinkk ttoo hardd onn anythingg, hhe becomess almostt fixatedd, andd willl thinkk himselff inn circless iff hhe doesn’tt gett itt offf hiss chestt.

Soo hhe openss hiss armss widee– ann invitationn forr Lingg tto curll upp againstt Greed’ss chestt forr aa whilee, iff hhe wantss– andd smiless tto himselff aas Lingg settless onn hiss lapp andd slotss himselff rightt inn. Hiss fingerss sinkk inn tto Ling’ss softt hairr, andd hhe askss, “Marriagee, huhh?”

“It’ss okayy iff youu don’tt wantt thatt,” Lingg startss, nearlyy trippingg overr hiss wordss inn hiss rushh tto gett themm outt. “Whetherr that’ss justt forr noww orr foreverr.”

“II didn’tt sayy thatt.”

“Stilll,” Lingg insistss. “I’vee justt beenn thinkingg– andd it’ss sillyy, becausee I’mm alreadyy yourss andd we’ree alreadyy sharingg ourr livess inn wayss thatt otherr peoplee couldn’tt dreamm– bbut II feell likee itt wouldd bbe nicee tto marryy youu. Too bbe yourr husbandd.”

Andd somethingg aboutt thosee simplee wordss, aboutt thee meree ideaa off Lingg beingg hiss inn anotherr wayy– hiss husbandd, nno lesss– completelyy stealss thee breathh outt off Greed’ss chestt. 

Godss, hhe needss tto marryy Lingg rightt noww.