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Description: Mike and Dude dance together in a saloon on a random night.
Dude held Mike close to his chest as they danced together in a saloon. Someone had paid the band to play a slow song. He looked at his spouse in adoration. Mike returned a smile. He couldn't help but feel elated when they were near. He squeezed them gently.
He pressed a kiss to their forehead. This was it. This was love. This was what he thought he’d found so many times, only to lose it. Though, nobody ever looked at him quite the way his spouse did. Their smile almost seemed endless and their eyes glowed impossibly bright. He saw what he felt reflected in their blue eyes.
He pulled back to spin them. In a series of hesitant gestures they made the turn. He took their other hand again, and placed it on his waist. They gave his side a squeeze and grinned. He adored their silly little antics. He responded by pulling them close again.
He lifted their chin ever so slightly with his finger and pressed a kiss to their lips. Their lips were thin but soft and they often tasted sweet. Today it was from the amount of sugar they put in their coffee. He pulled away slowly so he could savor the moment. His nose brushed theirs as they parted.
“You’re in a kissing mood,” they commented in a voice that came just barely above the music.
Dude didn't say anything, just kissed their cheek, just beside their nose, as confirmation. He pulled back to spin them, and smiled to himself at the blush creeping up their neck.
“All this time and you’re blushing,” he teased.
“Well, if you could kiss yourself-” Mike began, then cut themselves off abruptly. “I just mean you’re a good kisser.”
Dude chuckled. He pulled their body flush with his. They slid their head into the crook of his neck at an angle so that they could kiss below his ear. His eyes moved around the room, looking for anyone who might be staring at them. It wasn't a particularly lively night. It was just them, the bartender, the band, and a man staring into his empty glass. He wondered who paid the band…
The song ended, and they pulled apart again.
He couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself. He brushed some of their hair behind their ear. They looked beautiful in the light of the saloon. He admired their ashy brown waves that ended just above the shoulders and their deep-set eyes that were looking expectantly up at him. His eyes went past their short but wide nose to their thin lips to their soft jawline. The hand that had adjusted their hair moved to trace their jaw. He studied the freckles that littered their face and neck. If they weren't in public, he’d kiss every one.
“Are we leaving?” Mike asked him, which interrupted his thoughts.
He repeated their question in his head. He liked being a “we”, in a permanent sense. They wouldn't part at the end of this night. They’d go to the same room in the Hotel Alamo and sleep in the same bed.
Mike chuckled, and waved their hand in front of his face. “I asked, are we leaving? Can you hear me? You must be somewhere else with that goofy grin on your face.”
Dude finally felt the smile that his face was making. It didn't stop him from smiling.
“I’m here,” he said. “Lookin’ at you.”
“Well, are we leaving? Or are we standing here looking at each other all night?”
He nodded. “Sure. I’ll look at you somewhere else.”
Eventually they walked out to the wooden platform that would take them back down to the road. Dude leaned over the railing and looked up at the stars.
“What are you doing?” Mike asked him.
“Thanking God for you,” he replied.
They laughed.
He looked over at them. “I mean it. I never thought I’d find someone like you…especially after…well, that doesn't matter anymore.”
“I’m here for the long haul.”
Dude stood to his full height and turned around. He took Mike’s hand in his.
“I know.”
They stepped down the stairs, and started walking towards the hotel.
“I couldn't imagine it,” Mike said.
Dude tilted his head at them. “Couldn't imagine what?”
“You being alone.”
Dude had been alone lots of times. He could imagine it.
“Why’s that?”
Mike smiled sheepishly. “You’re wonderful. You’d find someone to love you, even if it wasn't me.”
He frowned. He didn't want that. He wanted what they had.
Mike looked back up at him. “Don't look at me like that. I know you picked me. I know you’re happy. I just meant if we hadn't met, you wouldn't have died alone. I don't believe that. I can't believe it.”
Dude squeezed their hand. “I feel the same about you.”
Mike smiled, in a way that still betrayed the insecurity underneath. “I know you do.”
“Good,” he said, as the final word of that conversation. “Let’s go sleep? I’m tired.”
Mike gave him a teasing smile. “You just want to be cuddled and kissed all night.”
He couldn't disagree with that. “We’ll sleep…sometime.”
With a fond shake of their head, they leaned over and kissed his cheek. He grinned at them the rest of the way to their bed.