from all the sundays in the summer, by decotex
Ed threw himself against the pillows and rolled around, clutching the green silk comforter, reveling in the decadence.
"Stede this is . . . I've never . . . holy shit, man. Christ. You used to sleep on this? Every night?"
"Yes! The one on the ship is, well, I did what I could. But nothing beats the real deal."
"Christ, man," said Ed, from under a mass of silk pillows. "And you gave this up to go live on a dirty old ship? You're a fucking fool."
Oneshot where Mary and Doug host Stede and the crew in their vacation home. The crew meets the family. Stede gets the lowdown on his own funeral. The kids are way too interested in Blackbeard’s violent history. Ed experiences a nice mattress for the first time. Doug teaches an art seminar. Mary and Ed bond over wine. Everyone tries to catch fireflies. Ed and Stede are in love and not subtle about it.
Tea is consumed, hands are held.
