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I love Dirk. God damn, do I love Dirk Strider. When we first stumbled into each other’s lives, we were two dumbass kids who’ve never known love before. When I first told him I was in love with him, the poor guy was ready to tuck tail and run in fear. He would have if I wasn’t holding him so close to my chest. The day he said he loved me was a day I will forever treasure. We were both brought to tears from emotion and it felt so good, so right. Now, we’re curled up together on my couch and talking about anything and everything.
Old teammates/friends. Life long acquaintances.
Too much free time. Too little time away from those he hates.
Long weekends without him. Short days that feel like eternity when alone.
Love. Love.
Memories. Future.
Death. Life.
Sex (after)life. Sex (with the after)life.
He was my first and only. I’ll never forget our first time, but hes already forgotten because of unforeseen problems. Now, he can remember every detail of our time together. It’s comforting to know he enjoys it too. Even more so that I know he’ll tell me if things go too far.
Sometime during our conversation, my hand reached up to cup his cheek. Dirk is leaning into my touch with a very happy hum and half lidded eyes. God, I could melt right here. The power this man has over me is incredible. I smile, all love and care showing through my milky white eyes. My thumb rubs semicircles into his cheek. “I love you, Dirk,” I purr to him, the love of my life, afterlife, existence.
He presses a soft kiss to the pad of my thumb and mumbles in that voice that makes me melt further, “I love you, Cronus.” The faintest hint of a smile on his face and a trill rings through my body. He loves when that happens.
I could sit like this forever, but I also want to hold him closer to me, let him feel my love. Before I can say anything, it’s like he can read my mind. Dirk scoots closer, sitting in my lap now. My arm wraps around him to tug him to my chest. The tight squeeze i give him is enough to ensure he knows the care that is behind it. “You’re so perfect. I can’t think of a single thing about you that’s anything but beautiful and handsome. I love you so much, and nothing will ever change that. You’re so handsome. I wait for the day they hang your picture in the MoMA for all the world to see. I don’t know how I got so lucky with you, but it makes me think magic’s real. Hell, I know it’s real now. If magic were fake, how could the universe create someone as perfect as you. Those orange eyes are a godsend. A blessing from the deity of deities himself. Ca-”
My ramble is cut off short by Dirk’s speaking. “You don’t have to butter me up like that. You’ve got me hook line and sinker. Not a single thing can change that.” His voice low as I listen, enraptured.
His lips are brought to mine, and I drink in the sensation of it all. My hands trail into his gelled hair. They snag in the mess of styling product, but it’s perfect. He’s pressing into me, eyes peacefully closed behind his shades. Dirk’s callused hands are holding my face. His hands are rough and strong, where I belong. The amount of safety i feel while in his grasp is intoxicating. He’s so perfect. My eyes are closed, but I can see every beautiful freckle on his face, that adorable nose, those perfect eyes.
I’m completely lost in the moment, basking in how lucky I am and how indescribably perfect my Dirk is when he pulls away. He’s nearly gasping for air now. My breathing is a bit hurried, but nowhere near his. Sometimes I forget that breathing is a thing you have to do since I’ve been dead for so long. A full blown grin is on my face while I hold his cheek again. His cheeks are flushed and only getting redder.
“I love you, Dirk,” my voice is a hoarse whisper. “You get more and more handsome with each passing minute. When I think you couldn’t get anymore handsome, I’m pleasantly surprised.”
I take his shades off with the hand that was caressing his cheek. They’re placed on the arm of the couch and quickly forgotten. I have to sit for a moment to properly enjoy the sight before me. Those sparkling orange irises framed in white. The strangely white irises looking back at me with as much love as I feel make me want to crumble right then and there. He is perfection. Completely perfect in every way. I am so in love and only getting more so with each passing second.
“I love you too, big guy.” The way Dirk’s eyes scrunch up when he smiles can bring anyone to their knees. But, he’s mine and I’m his. There’s not a single question about that. Everyone knows that we belong with each other, that we were made for each other. It’s obvious to anyone with an ounce of a brain.