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We were. And I was very happy.

[Tracing the lines of Gellert's face, he says:] I hadn't really know such joy until then. I couldn't get enough of it.

You glowed.

[Gellert tilts his head to nuzzle into the touch.]

I was the same, love. I've only known that joy with you.

So did you. You looked like a radiant angel, fallen from the heavens.

[Cupping Gellert's face in his hand, he says:]

Our happinesses are too tied together for us to ever part, I think. We'll be tied together for the rest of time.

You are terribly biased. There is very little about me that is angelic.

[Yet he is moved by a simple touch, leaning into Albus's warm, wonderful hands.]

That is a fate I can accept readily and with passionate delight.

Maybe so. But to me, you looked the part. And it felt like you descended from some other world to find me, and I was eternally grateful for it.

[With a smile, he leans forward, kissing Gellert as his hands stay cupped around his face.]

It's settled, then. We are bound for all of time.

I thought of you as my angel. I wanted to take you away from everything that upset you, though you are very stubborn about your loyalties.

[He smiles into the kiss, teasing Albus's lips with little nips and tugs.]

That means if you are reborn, you are still mine.

[His smile grows a little sadder then, a melancholy growing in his expression at the thought of the loyalties Gellert describes.]

I am. I always am. You benefit from that, you know.

[Still, he returns the kiss, humming gently beneath every tease.]

Very well. When I return to this life, I will seek you out again until we are joined once more.

I want you to benefit from something. I hate seeing you suffer.

[His expression grows serious and he ends the kiss with a tender brush of their lips.]

And I will marry you at once and show you the sort of life you deserve.

I want you to benefit from something. I hate seeing you suffer.

[His expressions grows serious and he ends the kiss with a tender brush of their lips.]

And I will marry you and show you the sort of life you deserve.

I benefit quite a great deal, love. I have known such happinesses because of you.

[His hips brush Gellert's in turns, tracing them gently under their touch.]

You will. We will be tied together properly. And I will give you whatever life you wish of me in turn when it happens.

Happiness that has been interrupted by years of horror. Very little breaks my heart, but imagining you suffering does.

[He rubs their cheeks together, kissing Albus's ear.]

I just want you. I want to wake beside you and go to sleep beside you. I want to explore everything with you.

[His expression is a little more bittersweet at that, but there is still fondness in his eyes.]

The past is done now. We could not change it even if we tried. But we will make up for what we can.

[Albus hums slightly at the kiss, his fingers flexing in their hold on Gellert's skin.]

You will have all that and more, love. You've no idea how delighted I am to know we will be wed. To know I will have you always.

[He hates seeing him suffer - Albus bears it so well and that is entirely unfair. Gellert runs his fingertips lightly over his lover's lips and down his throat.]

Tell me where to begin. The wedding, of course, then a long honeymoon...

[Albus smiles more easily at that, stretching his throat as Gellert traces it, mirroring his touches with his own fingertips.]

We can begin with those, and with raising our little children through their infancy.

[Tilting his head slightly, he asks:]

Tell me, do you know where you wish us to honeymoon, love?

[He caresses the skin his lover reveals, tracing up to Albus's jawline, his head tilting against Albus's hand in return.]

In bed. [Smirking, he chuckles.] But also in the area where I found our little chicks. It's beautiful.

[Albus laughs softly, even as a flash of heat shows in his eyes.]

Luckily for us, we can take our bed wherever we please. [Glancing towards the entrance of their room, he adds:] But I like that idea. We can explore their home and beyond.

Magic is at our beck and call, waiting to please us. All we ask of it is a bed! [He chuckles and follows Albus's gaze, humming.]

We might see the adults. Imagine their colors, love.

A bed and a little privacy does not to be too much to ask for a honeymoon, I'd think!

[His eyes go brighter at that idea, and he seems enthralled at the very thought.]

I hope they would not be angry at us for taking two of their eggs.

Not at all. We're a normal couple in that respect.

[Gellert brushes back Albus's hair with open affection.]

Can Phoenixes count? They had a nest filled with eggs. I thought two wouldn't be missed.

[He laughs cheerfully at that.]

That we are. I doubt either of us has any intention of wasting our honeymoon on abstinence.

[Leaning into Gellert's touch, he closes his eyes, savoring it.]

They are still their children, all the same, love. And phoenixes are not easily tricked.

That would be an utter waste! [He softens and smiles slowly.] If we needed to be abstinent, I would find other ways to fill our times. But since we can enjoy sex, why not?

[He shrugs his shoulders.]

I'm a cunning man.

[Albus laughs happily at that.]

You are quite right. If we ever needed to abstain, we would content ourselves, but I have no intention of spending an entire honeymoon without touching my new husband.

[He snorts softly at the shrug, nudging Gellert playfully.]

You will wake a creature's wrath one day with such cleverness.

Your new husband... I love the sound of that. [He stretches out and kisses Albus's shoulder, gaze filled to the brim with mischief.]

As long as I don't wake yours, I'm not worried.

[Albus watches Gellert kiss him with heat and fondness in his eyes, and he strokes Gellert's face as he looks up at him.]

We will be able to say it as much as we like soon. Husband, husband, husband...

[Still touching along the lines of Gellert's cheek, he says:]

My wrath is not easily woken, don't fear.

[The sound is too much and Gellert draws Albus into his arms, wrapping his legs around his lover's waist for good measure.]

Husband means you are mine. You can't share that title with anyone else.

[He grins, purring:]

I'm too good at awakening it at times, however.

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