Shut Up and Dance :: A Rikoss Fic

I Think I See the Future

:: Ch. 7; I Think I See the Future ::

It's been a few weeks since that emotional confrontation, but ever since then, the two of us--Riker and I--have been going strong. We were two guys in love, and I've never been so proud to call him my boyfriend.

I would always get butterflies in my chest and I'd never stop smiling whenever I was around him. But I liked it. Being with him was just a plethora of new experiences, one after the other, and I loved every second of it.

It was Saturday night, and we found ourselves at the same beach that I was at just a few weeks prior; but this time, neither of us were crying. Neither of our hearts were breaking. Instead, we were lying on a blanket and gazing up at the stars, with wide smiles on our faces and hearts filled with love and content. This was definitely a perfect end to a perfect date.

The sky seemed to look so bright despite it being nighttime. The stars and the moon were just so luminescent against the dark blue, almost black, sky. There was something about this particular beach that just made everything ten times better. Maybe it was because of the beautiful blond next to me--it probably was. Turning my head to look over at Riker, I noticed that his eyes were closed, but there was still that small hint of a smile playing on his lips, making him look even more angel-like under the moonlight. I stayed silent, just admiring the contours and features of his face. And just then, as I moved my gaze over his eyes, nose, lips, I suddenly had this overwhelming feeling in my chest. I realized that this was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, there was no doubt about it.

Before, I would have run away from the thought of settling down and actually committing to someone for so long. But now, I gratefully accepted it with an open heart and an open mind. Riker changed me for the better, and I couldn't have been more grateful than ever.

I didn't realize that I was staring at my boyfriend for a second too long until I was already gazing into those gorgeous eyes of his. I heard him chuckle, and even the softest laugh got my heart singing.

"What?" He asked, his voice soft, as he stared up at me. I spluttered out a reply just as another one of those glorious laughs of his began to fill my ears.

"I..I..." I began stammer, a solid blush dusting my cheeks a pinkish hue. He silenced me with a kiss, giggling quietly between our lips.

"You're so adorable, babe," he murmured, before pulling back to grin that perfect grin that always seemed to make me melt every single damn time.

"Oh, shut up, angel," I muttered, hiding my face in his chest out of embarrassment. I felt his chest start to shake because of another laugh that began to bubble from his lips. It seemed that Riker always had a kick out of teasing me.

"You know you love me," he chuckled, a cheesy grin on his face.

I pulled back just to give him a show of me rolling my eyes at my cheeseball of a boyfriend. "Unfortunately," I sighed rather dramatically.

"Oh, hush, Shor. But anyways, I have a question."

Suddenly a wave of anxiety washed over me for some odd reason, but my boyfriend was quick to calm me down, having noticed how tense I had become. I still don't know why I was so nervous all of a sudden. I really needed to stop being so fucking anxious all the time.

"Babe, it's nothing. I promise," Riker grinned, another chuckle falling from his lips as he wrapped his free arm around me. I looked over at him as our loosely linked hands rested on his chest and let out a small sigh, giving him a little nod of my head, as if to tell him that I understood.

"Okay, fine. Shoot," I said, looking expectantly at my boyfriend.

"Why do you always call me 'Angel'? And don't even try to deny that my caller ID is 'Blond Angel' on your phone, babe," Riker chuckled. "You've just called me that ever since we started dating. Don't get me wrong, but I think it's cute. I'm just starting to get curious."

The blush that had been on my face earlier came back with a stronger force when I realized that Riker had actually caught on to the pet name that I had been calling him during the entire time we had been together.

"It's your nickname, silly," I told him, but Riker just rolled his eyes as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "I know that, dork. But where did it come from?" He asked, poking my stomach and causing me to squirm a bit against him. I batted his hand away before releasing a loud sigh.

"So remember the night I met you?" I finally said quietly. We've only ever really talked about that night a couple of times before we fell into his routine of romance and all that good stuff.

Riker didn't say anything, and when I glanced up at him, he was still smiling at me. I almost forgot what I was going to say. I quickly had to snap myself out of it.

"Oh, shit, yeah. So before I walked up to you--"

"After staring at me for like fifty thousand years."

"Shut up, Riker. Let me speak. So as I was saying. Before I walked up to you, I kinda thought you were the most beautiful person I have ever seen--"

"Awww," Riker cooed.

"Riker, I swear to God."

"Sorry, babe."

"Thank you. So yeah, I thought you were fucking gorgeous, and for a moment I thought I was in heaven, so naturally, I thought that you were everything I imagined an angel to look like-- well, minus the wings, of course."

"How do you know I don't have wings?"

"I've seen you naked."

"Oh, yeah."

After that, we fell back into a comfortable silence, listening to nothing but our gentle breathing and the crashing of the waves on the shore.

"Hey, Ross."

"Hm?"

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

"And Ross?"

"Yes, angel?"

"I think I wanna marry you."

My eyes flew open at that. I was caught completely off guard, and I instantly shot up into a sitting position, staring at Riker with a kind of alarmed expression on my face. "What?!"

Riker sat up slowly, taking my hands in his. "Hey, hey, calm down. I didn't mean to freak you out, but... I kinda really do think that I want to marry you.." He said quietly. "Okay, yeah, we're both in our early twenties, we've only been dating for what? Six months?

"Almost seven," I interjected softly.

"See? Exactly. We still have a long way to go before we can even think about marriage, but ever since that day at the music store...when we kissed...I've gotten this weird feeling in my gut that kept telling that you were the one. Call me crazy all you want, but I'm just listening to my heart, and it's telling me that you're the one for me...that you're the one I want to marry and spend the rest of my life with. Just so you know, I'm not...proposing or anything because you know me. Do you really think I'd propose without a ring?" He chuckled, a shy smile gracing his lips. "I just...had this random thought, and I just thought you should kn--"

I kissed him, pouring every single ounce of passion and love I had for him. We both toppled onto the blanket, with the both of us grasping at flesh and hair. I pulled back after a few minutes of making out, smiling breathlessly down at my boyfriend.

"I'm sorry for freaking out on you. I just... that really caught me off guard, but just hearing you say all of that... Riker, I think we were just made for each other," I laughed softly, pecking his lips once more because I just couldn't get enough of them. "I don't know how long you felt like this, but I just realized that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you like an hour ago."

We both burst into a fit of laughter as we just clung onto each other, falling back into our routine and exchanging gentle kisses and random sweet nothings.

"And Riker?"

"Yeah?"

"I think I wanna marry you, too."

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A/N: That ending was pretty random but it gives me a segway into the next chapter, which is also the last chapter. Sad that it's about to end, but thank you to all who have read, voted, and commented thus far! Love you!

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