Michael’s face was frozen into a childish grin you’d see on a 6 year old..  Literally frozen since the blistering cold wind brushed against his face as he stood in in front of Jensen on his knees.  ”Of course I want this Jens…I want this more than to fucking live, do you understand me babe?”  He nearly chuckled, watching him intently as Jensen pushed the cold silver onto his finger.  And like he jumped off a cliff, Michael felt weightless, his stomach tied in knots and his heart beating like he’s ran a marathon.  Mike wrapped his arms around Jensen tightly once he got to his feet, holding the back of his neck trying to absorb every detail of this moment.  ”It doesn’t matter, with or without the cheesy music I still feel like I’m on top of the world with you.”  Michael smiled into Jensen’s neck, nuzzling his face into his jacket.  ”I love you too Jensen Phillips, I love you so fucking much. Jesus Christ.”  He blinked his eyes a few times trying to push the tears of bliss away.  Feeling Jensen’s lips meet with his own almost made him collapse in the snow, the passion they both shared in the kiss was at the most. He has felt nothing more powerful than the love they share with each other, the number of times Jensen has made his heart stop is countless. Michael kept their lips moving in sync, his nose growing numb from the cold but he didn’t really mind that at all.  He finally pulled away for air after a bit, his gaze still thick on Jensen’s face.  He could feel that his pupils were as big as quarters quarters, Michael has never been in love with such a thing.  And he never thought he could.
Jensen absolutely adored yet despised Michael's words all at once, frankly because they only made him want to sob even more into his chest. He had loved Michael so much that it made him so terribly emotional, he felt like a complete wreck and it wasn't even him that was being proposed to. Just to witness such a big smile on his lover's face and how the ring fit flawlessly on his finger as a symbol that he was indeed Jensen's man... it just felt so empowering and just all around, beautiful. As Michael moved away from the kiss, Jensen pinched his hip with a playful frown. "Don't speak anymore, cause you're going to make me fucking cry again." He chuckled a bit as the cold wind blew against his tear stained cheeks. Jensen grasped onto his fiancé's hand, giving it a tight squeeze before he spoke up once more. "Want me to draw a bath for us, babe?" Jensen leaned in to give him another small kiss on the cheek with a warm smile. "It'll heat us up from the cold."













