the hand size prompt or the video game prompt, dealerâs choice i canât decide đđđ
dealer's choice was the hands, this time (though still v tempted to write the video game one) - comparing hand sizes and intertwining fingers because youâre adorable and weâre a pretty perfect for each other
The sun was slowly setting, but Eddie didnât want to move â why would he, when he was curled up on a picnic blanket with the love if his life? He couldnât think of a single reason to move from the borrowed picnic blanket they were lounging on, the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean glittering in front of them, the water like glass, calm and quiet, washed in golden yellow from the setting sun. There was nothing â barring a tsunami, if you could forgive the bad joke â that would get him to move from his spot next to Buck.
Twisting, a little, Eddie propped his head in one hand, lying on his side, so he could admire the long lines of Buckâs body. He was a magnificent man â Eddie had long since known that, but admitting it now, the way he regularly did, freely and appreciatively, felt like the kind of progress he couldnât have imagined achieving, a few short years ago.
Buck was wearing that orange sweater of his that Eddie loved so much, the colour one that suited Buckâs blond hair so much. He looked absolutely delicious, when he wore it â which was part of why Eddie was sort of glad it was a sweater Buck tended to save for special occasions. Eddie wasnât sure heâd be able to function, day-to-day, if the sweater was on regular rotation from their wardrobe.
âYouâre missing the sunset,â Buck pointed out, gaze still fixed on the rapidly setting sun. âItâs very romantic.â
âI know it is,â Eddie reassured, reaching out, brushing a thumb against the dimple in Buckâs chin. It was cheesy, he knew, but he didnât mind being cheesy â not with Buck. Theyâd driven to Northern California for a long weekend away, just the two of them, the first real holiday theyâd been on as a couple, and they were ending their third day of four with a sunset beach picnic.
The thing, Eddie had realised, with two people who had never been loved the way they had craved, was that they were forever keen to make sure their relationship was never devoid of what the other needed. This, their weekend away, had ticked all Eddieâs boxes for quality time, and well â the little AirBnB by the seaside theyâd rented was allowing them to more than achieve all the physical touch Buck tended to crave. Theyâd elected to spend as little time on their phones as possible â only staying on so they can keep an eye on Chris from afar â and instead, theyâd spent three days eating good food, drinking good coffee, enjoying nature, and being together.
Eddie hadnât realised how much theyâd needed it.
âYouâre very sweet,â Buck said, twisting so he was facing Eddie now, the sun watery, orange and pink as it started its final descent beyond the horizon. It was bathing Buck in the most beautiful glow, his eyes wide, and bright as he looked at Eddie, the two of them practically nose-to-nose. âAny reason for it?â
Eddie grinned, at his teasing. âNo reason,â he reassured, pressing his hand against Buckâs, their palms warm. âYouâve got really big hands.â
âMm, so do you,â Buck pointed out. Buckâs fingers were maybe a little longer, but their hands were about the same size â which made sense, really. Itâs not as though there was much of a difference between them in terms of height, Buck barely had two inches on Eddie. Buck was definitely heavier â and not in a bad way, he just tended to favour weightlifting while Eddie had long-since been pro-cardio, preferring to run.
âGood hands to hold,â Eddie grinned, closing his fingers over Buckâs, intertwining their hands. Theyâd been together for a year now â officially year, as of yesterday â and even now, the feeling of being able to hold Buckâs hand felt thrilling.
âTrue,â Buck agreed, still grinning. âGood fingers, too.â
Eddie pulled a face. âGross.â
Buck laughed, the sound hearty in the silence of the near-empty beach they were at. âYou were not saying that this morning, Eds.â
âShut up,â Eddie blushed, pushing against their intertwined hands. âFine,â he conceded, at Buckâs pointed look. âWhy are they good fingers?â he indulged, asking the question Buck clearly wanted him to ask.
Buck looked nervous for a second, before his expression settled into something contented, and sure. âGood fingers for a ring,â he said, and Eddie swore his heart stopped in his chest for a second. Theyâd talked about marriage plenty â openly, even, right from the beginning of their relationship. Buck wanted to get married, and Eddie did too â really, he did â but he needed to work past some of the lingering insecurities left behind by the nuclear disaster his marriage with Shannon had been. And he had, Eddie had done that.
Eddie had never felt more settled, more safe, more secure in his life â and he told Buck that, nearly every day. âBuck,â he managed to breathe, the sunset slowly turning to twilight, not quite dark, but enough that it made it feel like they were the only two people left on the planet. Maybe they were â Eddie wouldnât have noticed anything except Buck, there and then.
âI have a speech,â Buck admitted. âI â I wrote a whole speech, Eddie, and now weâre just lying here in the most perfect moment, and Iâve forgotten every single word of it.â
Eddie laughed, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he squeezed Buckâs hand affectionately. âI love you,â he reassured. âI donât need a speech.â
âI know,â Buck nodded. âBut you deserve one â so just, give me a second,â he took a deep breath in, and out, Eddie watching the rise and fall of his chest carefully. âEddie Diaz,â he began, and God â did Eddieâs name always sound that good, to his own ears? âYou have been the best part of my life for the longest time,â Buck continued. âYou made me the happiest person in the world, long before we ever dated â and uh, ever since we got together, I swear, life has been like the best fever dream Iâve ever had. I love you, Eddie â I want to love you forever. So, will you marry me?â
Listen â Eddie tackling Buck into the sand was a fully justified reaction. âYes,â he breathed into Buckâs mouth, kissing him over, and over again. âGod â yes, Buck. Letâs get married.â
(It was hours later, when Buck said it, a ridiculous grin in place as he picked up Eddieâs hand, fingers mimicking a circle around Eddieâs ring finger, where a wedding band would sit. âI should have said,â he began, and Eddie knew something ridiculous was coming. âCould I have your hand in marriage?â
Eddie would blame the way he laughed delightedly on fuzzy, âI just got engagedâ brain later. âShut up, Buck.â)
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