#this ones for the fc5 girlies sorry i dont post it nearly enough

[hopecountyisforlovers]

anniversary;

rating: general

pairing: summerseed

words: 436

summary: i thought of john and tobias growing old together and was so overcome w love i had to write a little drabble. also in 12 days its THREE YEARS of summerseed. so i guess this is me writing something for that

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"Can you believe it's been twenty years?"

John's voice comes from behind him, arms wrapping around his waist a moment later. The early spring sunset dawns late over the horizon, dying the endless Montana sky in oranges and pinks. Tobias loves to watch the sun set- loves to draw to a close another day in his charmed life, so that he can look forward to the next one.

The only thing he loves more than that, is the man who gave it to him.

He twists in John's arms, fingers alighting on his jawline, scratching at his beard- peppered through with grey in the aftermath of his 52nd birthday, the same grey dying his temples. He remembered the day John had spent locked in their bathroom when he found his first grey hair- he can't help but smile at how he's embraced it, now. Tobias is sure it's in no small part to John's adoration of his own grey streaks- of how his own eye corners crinkled when he smiled.

Time had not ravaged either of them- it was sliding over them, slowly, wrapping around them like a warm blanket.

"No. Feels like just yesterday you were kissing me and then dropping me in the river."

John rolls his eyes good-naturedly, although he does flush a bit- just a little. Tobias can tell.

"Not exactly the height of romance, was it?"

"You don't think so?"

"Tobias." There is laughter in it- even to this day, it makes his chest flutter.

"I'm serious! Our first kiss, under the moonlight, with all those stars. Waking up in your bed the next day. It felt like.." He thinks for a moment, and John is hanging on his every word, his grip tightening on his waist, "The very first day of my life."

John leans in to kiss him, and it stirs him the same way it did that night. Tobias' fingers tangle into his hair, soft- there is no rush between them. No limit to how they savor each other. It wasn't as though every one was exactly like the first- it was like every kiss got a little better, even. When they part, the sun has dipped fully below the horizon, the stars twinkling into existence overhead. They don't pull apart, not all the way- it's natural for them to be close. The blue of John's eyes is all he cares to see.

"Surely that was more romantic."

A peal of laughter bubbles out of him. "If I say it wasn't, will you do it again?"

They stay on the porch, savoring each other, well into the night.