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I hand Jim a beer and he sends me a smile. Then we both turn towards the night and the lights coming from the houses and restaurants and bars. We're standing on the balcony of our hotel room, and it's our last night on the island of Santorino. The two weeks have passed rapidly. We've spent the days doing nothing except lying on the beach or by the pool during the day, and make love during the night.
Making love to Jim is like... It's not really like anything! It's so amazing it can only be described as making love to Jim, and it's so incredible I can't really tell you how it feels! It's something you have to experience for yourself!
You can't though, because he's mine! Get your own Jim!
Uh, that was a bit possessive wasn't it?
Well, anyway, it's our last night, so we're celebrating in our own way. Can you call it celebration, by the way? When you're leaving? Anyway, standing naked on our balcony, drinking beer and staring at a bunch of white buildings in the middle of the night may not sound like much, but it really is much.
We've just made love - again - and now we're enjoying the warm night and each other's company. How's that for celebration, huh?
"Blair?"
I react a little at the use of my name - Jim rarely calls me by my name, except when we're in bed and he's screaming it as he goes over the edge. He uses it every now and then, but not often.
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
There's something about his voice. He almost sounds nervous. What's up?
"I love you too, Jim. You know that."
"I do," he says, and smiles. A strange, little smile. "I got you something."
He holds out his palm to show a small box, and I briefly wonder when he had the time to get it, but don't bother to ponder more about it. As I put down my beer and start to open it, Jim shrugs and tries to be nonchalant about it, but I can see the tension in his shoulders and hear the hint of nervousness in his voice as he speaks again.
"Think of it as a deal," he says, just as I open the lid of the box to reveal a beautiful ring.
It's gold, with waves and circles making a beautiful pattern, which is weaving around a heart. "I just... I love you," he continues. "And I know you love me too." He hesitates. "I know we can't get married or anything, and I don't even know if you would want that even if we could, but if you suddenly wake up one day and *know* with your entire body and mind and soul that you can't live without me, then you put on that ring, and I'll... I'll know. And I'll be yours."
I'm stunned. Then I meet his eyes and amaze myself by actually managing to speak more than a few, incoherent vowel sounds. "So you mean that the day I put on this ring, we're bound for life?"
Jim looks down. "Something like that," he mumbles.
I can only stare at my nervous partner for a few moments. Then I reach out to tilt his head up so I can meet his oh, so blue eyes again, before I kiss him lightly. "I love you," I tell him.
Then I put on the ring.
He blinks at me once. Twice. Then he puts down his beer and scoops me up in a big hug, and I can feel a tear of joy hit my shoulder. I won't say anything about it, though, because Jim 'Alpha Male' Ellison crying is an impossibility.
"I love you," he says in a choked voice. "I love you so goddamn much, Blair."
"I love you back," I say, before...
Oh, Jim smoochies.
And we're still very much naked.
And he's getting hard again.
And so am I.
As we move into the bedroom again, still kissing, I have to smile against Jim's lips.
I don't think we'll be going to sleep anytime soon.
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