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"Goddamnit!"
The curse made Jim Ellison jolt from his spot on the couch and look towards the French doors across the room. "Chief, you okay?"
"Those shit-eaters! Those low-lifes! Someone ought to string 'em up by their fucking nuts!"
Jim threw the French doors open and gave the younger man a questioning stare. "Blair, what's with the yelling?"
Blair glanced up, electric blue eyes blazing as he slapped the newspaper in front of him. "Those congressmen in California need to find a good surgeon to pull their heads from their asses! They don't realize what they're doing!"
Stepping into the room that now housed a desk and office chair for each man, Jim looked over his lover's shoulder. "What are you screaming about?"
Another whack to the paper. "This! This blatant display of stupidity and homophobia is what I'm yelling about! San Francisco has the largest population of homosexual couples in the Unite States, people go there because they know they'll be welcome. Why the hell did they do this?!"
Suddenly, Jim knew exactly what 'this' was. It was Proposition 22. A law bill in Califorina that disallowed marriage between people of the same sex. When it had first made the news Jim had paid close attention, hoping the bill wouldn't go through. So much for hoping.
He tried to play damage control. "Chief, we're not in California." Jim tapped the gold band on his ring finger against the desk edge.
Blair looked down at the near-identical ring on his own finger. The only difference was the animal carved into the gold. Blair had a wolf, Jim had a panther. "I know we're not, but it's still so not right. Sex of a person shouldn't determine whether or not they can be allowed to married. Besides, we can't be legally married here, either."
Jim wrapped his arms around the smaller man's shoulders and squeezed. "But it's not outlawed here. Love is love, Chief; I know it, you know it. Screw the bastards in California; I have no plans to move there anytime soon."
"But-"
"But nothing. I love you, you love me, and we live in a place that doesn't have a problem with that. No one's objected too highly to our commitment to one another. I have no problems staying in Cascade for the rest of my days, do you?"
The familiar, blazing grin started going across Blair's face. "I always hoped we could travel a little. We haven't had a honeymoon yet."
"Where would you want to go?"
"I've always wanted to visit Sacremento."
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