ice and mav moving in together. ice n mav pulling up to the yard of their little two bedroom apartment (they had to have two to keep up appearances). ice and mav setting down their boxes on the front doorstep and christening the house with a kiss.
ice and mav chuckling as they sorted out their stuff, ordering takeout so they could sit in the middle of the lounge and go through each others old magazines.
ice popping a bottle of champagne, and the cork sticking into the roof, where it ended up staying until they moved out.
mav inspecting the kitchen, and ice coming up behind him to place soft kisses on the back of his neck.
the pure joy that filled the two of them as they slow danced to some old ninety’s tune, ices hands on mav’s hips, mavs chin leaning on his partners shoulder.
they finally had a spot that was their own, no one else’s. this was their place that they could be their truest selves, this was their little bubble of peace. just for them. and they loved it.
