Asleep, the long, dark curly hair tangled around Starsky’s face. Grinning with pleasure and just a little relief, Hutch stood over his friend and waited. It never took very long before his presence was sensed.
The wrinkling of his nose, a soft smile, the upper body stretch easing up from the cramped quarters the couch offered. “Mmm,” Starsky softly groaned. “What’s that smell?”
“Why don’t you just open your eyes and find out?”
Blinking. Focusing. Something very red, very aromatic. Many times he’d presented flowers to a woman but never was gifted with the same. Never from Hutch, or this softly smiling entity that stood over him.
Slowly, he realized this was the Hutch he had waited patiently for, known in his heart of hearts would appear once all the demons had been banished.
“Now, listen, Starsk.” The golden hair seemed darker in the dimly lit room. Easing himself down on the edge of the couch, as close to his partner as he could, he set the flowers down on the glass coffee table and took both of Starsky’s warm hands in his. “I called Dobey, Huggy. They’re meeting us down at city hall.” Boyish eagerness shone in the sky blue eyes. “If you’ll still have me.”
Something hit Starsky like a ton of bricks, flattening him against the earth and bounding him back to reality. “Are you askin’ me to marry you?” He dug his nails into the soft hands that held his. “Are you ready, partner?”
“Yes.” Leaning forward, Hutch brushed his lips against Starsky’s and released one of the other man’s hands, bringing his up to press his thumb against that soft lower lip, barely brushing the moisture there from his kiss. “You, me.” He moved his hand from Starsky’s mouth to tangle in the long curls. “Happy ever after.”
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