Shameless - Gallavich

Six months later

It's been six months since me and Mickey got back together. It's been tough but we make it work for each other.

I hate and love this day of the week so much. It's seven in the morning on a cold and rainy Tuesday. It's also my only day off. I hate having to get up this early but it's also the day Mickey can have visitors at the prison. He gets visitation from eleven to one and it's a three hour drive, so getting up at seven is my best bet to get there in time. He likes to spend every minute he has together and I can't even lie and say that I don't.

The water in the shower is getting cold, I've been in here too long trying to wake up. My thoughts make me not want to move. Thoughts about what our lives will be like once he's out. Will we be alright? Will we make it? Sometimes I feel like it's a waste of time, he's in there for years but I know deep down that Mickey is it for me. That alone makes it worth it.

I start to think of his face, his warm body on mine. I feel myself getting excited and worked up, when I'm pulled from my thoughts as the shower curtain gets pulled back.

"Jesus, fuck." I yell. "Can't anyone in this house have a damn private moment."

I turn to yell at whichever Gallagher is there, but instead come face to face with those bright blue eyes I know so well. It is now that I wonder if I've fallen asleep in the shower.

"Fuck." He yells. "I wanted to surprise you so I didn't tell you when I found out last week that I was being let out early."

I stand there in shock, cold water running onto my body but I don't care. I'm speechless. Motionless. Trying to figure out how real this actually is. When I don't say anything, he continues his thought.

"The whole way here I was so excited to see you. I couldn't believe I was finally going to get to be with you again, actually with you. But then I started thinking that maybe you had moved on or something or you'd be fuckin' some other dude while I was in."

He says the words so fast that it takes my brain a minute to process what he's telling me.

"So, when I got here and you weren't in your room, I panicked. Then I heard the shower and I thought you'd be in here with someone else and I just, I just couldn't take it."

I can tell his heart is racing as he continues to ramble his words.

"Now I'm here and you're alone and my god if some guy comes out of some fuckin' hiding place, I think I'll be the one going manic."

He's out of breathe when he's done, breathing deep and heavy.

"So, tell me you're alone. Tell me all these months weren't for nothing because fuck, I can't take this feeling."

I've never seen Mickey so worked up before. He's normally the calm and I'm normally the storm. We're in different positions right now. I reach out to touch his face to make sure that I'm not imaging this. When my hand touches his face, he leans into my touch and I can feel his cheek, so warm. It's Mickey. He's really here.

"Ian. Say something." Mickey begs.

I lean forward more and place a swift kiss unto his lips and allow myself to be stuck in this moment.

"Mickey, wha, what are you doing here?" I stammer.

"I'll explain everything after. Just answer me. Please, fuck." He pleads with me and I can no longer take the agony in his voice.

"There's no other guy, Mick. I was getting ready to go visit you." I rub the side of his cheek as I speak. "It's always been you. It'll always be you."

I shrug, as I tell him something he should already know. But, I know that he's been wondering if we were really okay all these months. Shit, I would have been too.

He sighs loudly and climbs into the shower with me, fully clothed, closing the space between us. He grabs my face and kisses me hard and I kiss him back, neither of us barely coming up for air. I pull his shirt over his head and grab at the hem of his jeans. It's been so long since we've been this way. I pull his wet jeans down as he steps out of his shoes, tossing them to the bathroom floor. The water is ice cold at this point but it doesn't stop us from losing ourselves in each other.