Moving On - pt. 12
The final piece of my Steve Cortez Week fic. Read it all at once on AO3, or you can go back through the posts which are linked at the bottom of this post.
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Pairing: Steve Cortez/Male Shepard
Rating: T
Itās been five years, and Shepard still looks as good as ever. That brilliant smile and those lustrous eyes still take Steveās breath away.
Theyād found this little wedding chapel tucked away in Irelandās northwest region, protected from Reaper beams by its remoteness. The ruins of an old castle remain, crumbled, covered in moss and vines, and hauntingly beautiful. The whole area is full of lakes, river, mountains, and ruins for them to explore, but Steve suspects they wonāt get to see much of all that. Not on this trip anyway.
For this trip, he wants Shepard all to himself. Wants to spend his days and nights wrapped up in Johnās strong arms, feel those softer-than-ever lips pressed against him everywhere at once. He wants to feel like theyāre the only two people in the universe.
The years have brought them joy and pain, successes and failures, but through it all, theyāve risen to stand together, stronger than before. Theyāve both learned never to take one moment for granted.
They only have eyes for each other as they say their vows, promising each other everything they have for the rest of their lives. Theyāve been through enough hell to last two lifetimes, so they both want their time together to last as long as humanly possible. Their friends whistle and cat-call and cheer when they kiss each other, and Steve will admit that heād be completely willing to skip the reception and head straight for the honeymoon sweet at the inn. But the guests are staying too, and he knows that theyād never find a momentās peace if they slipped out now.
So they eat and dance and kiss each other every chance theyāre given, and when the time comes for them to take their leave, they do so eagerly, not caring about the second round of cat-calls and whistles and James Vegaās war whoops that chase them all the way back to their room.
Inside, they take their time, removing each otherās suits and mapping each otherās bodies as if it was the very first time theyād ever done so. Tears of joy glisten in both their eyes as they move toward the bed in silent agreement.
āI love you,ā Shepard murmurs, lips pressed lightly against his husbandās throat.
Steve holds him tight, thankful for this day, for this time theyāve been given, for this second chance at finding love and happiness. āI love you, too,ā he murmurs, heart so full of bliss that there is no more room for guilt.
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