Tender gangster

Once. Forever. And ever after

*Notes:

Imagine that Porsche doesn't need to get away from Kinn in the morning, leaving a note. So, he's there with him, in their bed, admiring his beloved one, and thinking, thinking, thinking... and confessing.

Your hand is in his palm. Even in a dream. As he promised in front of your parents.

That's it. Now you will not get away, Kinn, otherwise you will be overtaken by retribution, you jokingly threatened then. In fact, you know: Kinn is not one of those who simply mouths empty words.

Barely palpable, so as not to wake up, you run your palm through your hair and tender cheek. You smooth his eyebrows with your thumb. And the heart aches at the very thought that you could "have not happened" to him.

How much do you want now only with him.

Laughing together. Secretly, covering the lips with your palms. Or rolling on the floor. Barely restraining yourself, snorting at his shoulder. Or throwing back the heads to the sky. Almost soundlessly, smizing. Or so that people passing by would consider you insane. To laugh, covering your eyes with the hands, because Tankhun burst into your room in the morning with Arm and Paul on each side to check how the "cute doves" are doing, because he "had a terrible nightmare again." To laugh, enjoying each other's successes. To laugh, because your took turns doing tricks in bed. To laugh through tears, from the fullness of feelings and soul.

Dreaming of the mutual. Only yours. One for two. About the happiness that lurks in the little things around you. About the feelings that are always in you and in him, about being around if you haven't seen him for at least ten minutes. About how one day Chey will not need your care so much, and Kinn will be free, — well, why not? — from all his mafia stuff, and you will decide and go on a journey along the newest, unexplored route. Drive hundreds of miles through quiet cozy villages and under the neon lights of megalopolises; stop for the night in the mountains, where you will cuddle inside a tent, still feeling the smell of a campfire and burnt marshmallow; or maybe it will be a small provincial hotel, with creaking floors and blooming bedding? No matter. The main thing is together. Hand in hand.

Trusting each other. You remember how difficult it was. For Both of you. You remember how much you had to go through. More than once, you almost broke the heart on the sharp edges of pride. Now everything is all right. You're safe and sound. And for you to earn Kinn's trust was no less important than to understand for yourself: Kinn is the one who will never let you down.

Cuddling. Passing by and in the morning. Fleetingly cling to each other in spans during the time of your relationship in secret… And for so long, firmly, warmly, tenderly and gratefully — every time, after gifting yourselves with each other.

Loving. Unconditionally. Without requiring minute-by-minute evidence. It's just because it's destined to be. It was destined long before you and him were born that each would settle in the heart of the other. Once. And forever and ever after.

You don't notice how the thoughts acquire a voice that sounds a little louder than a whisper in the quiet twilight of the room:

"I love you so much, Kinn. And I'm so afraid of losing you."

A little wheeze escapes from his throat, along with a dreamy, — one of your favorite, — Kinn's smiles:

"Hmm... and can you love me a little later, in the morning… and now," his head rolls down the pillow to your shoulder, "let's get some more sleep, honey."

You giggle:

"I'm sorry I woke you up."

"Mhm."

"Kinn?.."

"Mmm…"

Eh. Won't you even answer?

Pouting, you put your head next to him, so that your lips touch his forehead when you hear:

"I love you too. And I'll never get away from you, my Porsche."

You close your eyes with bliss. It's so good to have him in your life. The one with whom you want to laugh, dream and cuddle. The one to whom you can entrust the most intimate. The one you love with all your heart and who gave you his heart in return.