Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Company belong to JK Rowling. No money was made writing this bit of fiction.
Pairing:Damon/Grant
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Close to finishing her schooling, Gracie makes a decision that will affect her, Damon and Grant.
Warnings: Crossdressing, Discrimination, outdoor sex
AN: Early Summer 1971. After more than 18 years in hiding, Gracie decides that in order to further her career in medicine, she needs to become Grant once more and put Gracie back in the closet as far as the public is concerned. Unfortunately, it isn't as easy as it sounds.
Goodnight Gracie
Carrying a manila folder with her transcripts, letters of recommendation and anything else she thought would be helpful to her academic advisor, Gracie hurried up the flight of stairs in the Administration building on campus for her appointment. She'd come to the point where she would now be applying for a position at a hospital for her residency.
Checking her wristwatch as she approached her advisor's door, she saw she was a few minutes early and took a seat in one of the wooden chairs setting along the wall outside his door to wait.
Marshall Stephens checked his roster and nodded. First on his list of counsel was Grace Wolffe and he smiled. He had to give the young woman something. He had seen a lot of tricks pulled in his day but for something like this to come through his office had surprised him. He had enjoyed the challenge of fostering through the bright and intelligent witch and hoped she'd go far. In fact, he knew she would once she made a decision, possibly the most important decision in her new professional life.
He stood and straightened his jacket, opening the door and looking out at the waiting room. He smiled noting the woman's promptness. Yes, just the one decision and this one could go far. "Mrs. Wolffe."
Gracie stood, smoothing her skirt out as she did before taking the advisor's outstretched hand. "Hello Mister Stephens, thank you for being able to see me today. I know it was very short notice," Gracie said as she was ushered into the man's office and to a chair opposite his desk.
"I have my transcripts, letters, and applications to several hospitals here," she said as she shifted the folder in her hands before setting it on the desk for the man to go through.
Marshall nodded and looked over the paper work. She had high ambitions for someone of her gender and race but if she stayed in this area, as it looked like she wanted to, then it shouldn't be too much of a problem. Discrimination was a factor in the Muggle world but in the Wizarding world not so much. It was going to be a tough decision.
He closed the folder, looked up at her and smiled. "You've made some extraordinary choices, Mrs. Wolffe and all your paperwork is in order. I just need one more thing from you. Tell me exactly what you want to get out of your experience at the top hospital of your choices."
"To be respected for the doctor that I am and to be able to help people," Gracie said and drew a deep breath. "I'd like to gain enough experience to hopefully move into private practice in time.
"You got an impressive transcript despite the breaks you've had to take. Your chosen field is making breakthroughs right and left; putting away the bad reputation of the past is going to be hard." Marshall folded his hands together as he watched her. "You think you'd do better in a private setting?"
Gracie shrugged. "I'm not certain, but I think a private setting would be preferable where I could see a patient on a continual basis rather than an as needed or emergency basis. I'd like to be able to build up a strong doctor patient relationship to garner trust and openness with the patient." Well, it had sounded good to her that morning in the bathroom mirror.
Marshall rubbed his face and sat up in his seat. Ambitious and smart; he thought she'd go far and would do well in a private setting. He considered her transcripts once more and her personal file as well before making his decision. "Sounds like you have a plan and I like to help you on your way. Two things we need now are to narrow your choice of hospitals down and decided which facade you are going to show to the world."
He sat back and steepled his fingers again. "I don't need to tell you what hardships you are facing. Your academia speaks for itself, however, being female is going to hold you back more so than being American Indian. So we need to decide right now if you are going to be Grace or Grant in your professional life."
Gracie nodded; this had been something she'd been giving some thought to and was sure Damon would be supportive with what she'd decided. She looked at Stephens and smiled.
"I never intended to be Grace for the rest of my life. Unfortunately due to the societal prejudices and the fact I am married to a man precipitated the need to create Grace in order to conform," she began, choosing her words carefully.
"I am fully aware that as a gay man, a married gay man, I will still come up against prejudice and hatred, but I will go further in my profession than I would as Grace. Hopefully in time, the Muggle world will catch up with the Wizarding in how relationships are viewed," she continued, then took a deep breath and shaking her head.
"I suppose that to the outside world, Grace Wolffe is no more." She looked down at her hands, not surprised to find them shaking.
Marshall nodded. That was quick. "You've thought about this, I take it. Have you discussed this with your husband? Does he realize just exactly what all this entails and he is all right with your decision?"
Gracie looked the man in the eye and smiled. "My husband is a retired Marine, somehow I don't think he'll have a problem with me being Grant once more. We have a house in Echo, if you are familiar with the area, and he seems to be under the impression that the people there that are not wizards have been around us for so long that the fact I am a man shouldn't bother them."
Marshall chuckled and nodded. He knew of the Wolffes; powerful family in these old mountains and Echo was a law unto itself. "Well then, Blue Ridge, while a fairly new hospital, has been making a name for itself with hiring the top people they can steal away from other hospitals. Quite the rogues in the medical world. I think it should be your choice. There are some excellent doctors there with excellent reputations and you could definitely make an impression there."
Gracie nodded; she'd been hoping to be accepted at Blue Ridge since it was so close to home. "What needs to be done to get my records in order?" she asked, wanting to approach the hospital administration as soon as possible.
Marshall looked at her paper work once more. "Everything on your end is in order. I'll need copies of your Thaumaturgical wedding certificate then I can file it with the Hippocrates Commission. You'll have to have Grant go and get new identification then you should be set. It will most likely take about six to eight weeks knowing the government but everything else is in order."
"I do have identification as Grant now, if that helps. Would you like to see it?" she asked as she began to open her small handbag. She had her tribal identification card as Grant Rainwalker Wolffe.
Marshall nodded. "That's a start. Let me get a copy of that as well. You'll need a driver's licence in Grant's name and appear in court as Grant to certify that you are who you say you are. It's a magical council so there should be no hardships there."
Withdrawing her pocketbook, Gracie produced the identification card, handing it to the other man. "Would you mind terribly to make a list of whom I need to speak with?" she asked. "And what about the remainder of my classes? Will it be as Grace or Grant?" In a way she was eager to shed the female persona she'd been living and simply be Grant once more. Pantyhose were the very devil.
Marshall stood and made a copy of the tribal card. "You've only the incidental magical courses left, correct? I don't see why we can't go ahead and finish as Grant." he handed back the card and slid the copy into the folder. Scribbling down a phone number he passed that to her as well. "Just call this office and they will point you in the right direction." He smiled at her and held out his hand. "Congratulations you are almost there, Doctor."
Standing, Gracie took the man's hand and smiled. "Thank you very much for your help and understanding. I'll get right on this tomorrow, my new classes start in two days," she said happily as she picked up her folder and small purse. She needed to go by the house Damon was working at and give him the news; he was getting his Grant back.
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Gracie decided to make a quick detour to their house first to change out of the outfit she'd been wearing, already chafing to shed that identity. Quickly stripping off the amulet and her clothing, she threw on a pair of bellbottoms and a tee-shirt before finding a pair of woven hemp sandals she'd bought the last time she'd been out to South Dakota. Smiling at the reflection in the mirror, he was glad to see Grant once more as he pulled his hair back into a simple braid and then headed out to see Damon.
Pulling his Mustang up next to his husband's truck, he shut it off and then went in search of the older man. "Damon? Where are you?" he called as he entered the century old tumble down house that Damon was currently working to restore.
Damon stood over the blueprint table pointing out the rooms where the entire walls needed to come out. The whole top floor and roof needed to come off and be replaced. The old insulation of paper had gotten wet and mildewed, rotting all of the boards. The entire house was a mess and he had just about had enough of construction to last him a lifetime.
He looked down and stared as he saw Gracie... no Grant wondering around on the bottom story through the floorboards. "Grant?" he blinked and stared down at his husband.
Grant looked up at the sound of Damon's voice and smiled. "Hey, yeah, it's me. I brought you some sweet tea if you want," he said as he held up the icy cold Mason jar he'd brought with him from home. He looked at all the work that needed to be done and shook his head. Damon had more patience than he did.
Damon dismissed his carpenters and sat down on the floor, sliding through the holes and down to the floor. He stood and looked at his husband. Walking around the other man he eyed him, nodding. "Why are you... I mean how?" He looked up at the man and smiled. "It's good to see you like this."
Grant handed him the jar of tea and then leaned against one of the new wall joists. "Gracie had to go away so I could continue on in my field," he said with a shrug and then looked at the man. "Is that alright? I mean are you okay with it? I can change it and go back to being Gracie, but it means I'll have to practice as her and everything."
Damon took a long drink of the tea, still eyeing his husband. Grant had long been put away and he'd missed seeing his husband even though he'd come to terms with having Gracie in their lives. Although it was a difference of seeing Grant without all the makeup and dresses, he had missed the person he'd fallen in love with. "Is this something you want, Pet? You are certain." he asked softly.
"I'm not going to have an easy time of it if I stay as Gracie," he said carefully, "It's going to be hard enough because I'm not white, but putting female on top of it will pretty much guarantee that I won't be doing much more than working at a free clinic with heroin addicts."
Grant wasn't sure how Damon was taking this and didn't want to do anything that would upset the man. "Are you alright with it? I mean really? I can keep on as Gracie."
Damon nodded and took a deep breath. He wanted his little husband to succeed and had worked long and hard to be certain of that, not only for his lover but to show the man's family as well that he could provide for him despite being a white man. Biting his lip, he asked Grant for something he rarely did and hoped he didn't send the little man into a tailspin. "What do you want, My Own? Not what is going to make me happy but what do you want?"
"I don't mind being Gracie, but sometimes it's just too much for me and I can't get away from it. I've been Gracie now for years, maybe I've forgotten how to be just Grant," he said softly. "But I'd like to find him again."
Damon nodded as he thought about his husband's decision. No matter how the man had been reared, inherently he was male; something he'd been trying to convince Grant of since he'd met him. Things had never been easy for them and they most likely wouldn't ever be but they had chosen this life and it was all their own. "I'm glad for you then. I've missed you, My Grant."
There would definitely be things Grant would miss, liberties he'd grown accustomed to as Gracie. As much as he wanted to throw his arms around Damon and kiss his husband, he knew that wasn't in the realm of possibility anymore; not in public. Instead, the small man smiled.
"Would you like anything special for supper tonight?" he asked, suddenly aware of the other men in the house, people that had only known him as Gracie. He'd never taken into consideration how it would look for Damon to suddenly no longer have his small wife at his side.
Damon took another drink of the tea and shrugged. "It doesn't matter to me, Pet. I might be late tonight we can get some take out if you wish." He smiled at his husband. "Don't get used to that though. I'll still want a home cooked meal, Doctor Wolffe."
Grant nodded. "I'll make something that will stay warm in the oven then. Don't worry, this doesn't mean anything will change at the house, I promise," he said as he straightened up from the wall. "I should let you get back to work."
Damon nodded and walked closer to the other man, handing him the empty jar. "Let me walk you out then." He offered his arm to Grant. "Careful now, next time you come out here make certain you put something a little sturdier on your feet."
Damon looked into his husband's eyes and smirked. "And take off the pink polish too," he whispered softly.
Grant looked down at his hands horrified that he'd forgotten something so simple. "Shit!" he murmured, tucking the jar under one arm as he began to pick at his fingernails, now self conscious that someone would see them. "Sorry about that, it won't happen again."
Damon licked his lips as he led Grant out of the house. He looked back as he got out to their vehicles, letting loose the laughter he'd held in. "Grant, Grant stop," he wrapped his arms around the other man and held him close for a moment, rubbing his back. "It's all right. I really, really needed that today." he lifted his husband's face and pressed a kiss to his mouth.
Startled, Grant pulled back from Damon and stared at him. "Someone will see," he hissed as he quickly looked around.
Damon looked down at his husband. "Grant, this is an old Wizarding mansion, most of those carpenters in there are wizards. We have to upgrade this house for it to become a bed and breakfast. The Farnsworth Sisters are taking this money pit on. It's fine. Do you actually think I'd do something to fuck it up now?" he leaned in again and pressed his mouth to Grant's.
Putting his faith in Damon once more, Grant felt the man's strong arms gather him up and he relaxed into them. "I wasn't sure, I didn't want anyone giving you trouble about me," he murmured as Damon broke the kiss. He looked up into the man's blue eyes and smiled.
Damon nodded. "You did good, baby." He ran his arms up and down Grant's back, pulling him close once more, getting used to the softer but still masculine body. He couldn't wait to get home tonight and really take advantage of his husband's decision. "Don't wear yourself out tonight, all right?"
Grant looked at him curiously for a moment and then smiled. "I won't, I promise. Are you going to Cutty's when you finish here?" he asked as he let his fingers play with the buttons on Damon's shirt.
Damon shook his head. "No, I think we've something to celebrate tonight, don't you? You are almost done with your schooling aren't you?" He ran a hand over Grant's hair and rubbed the back of his neck gently.
"I've got a class in magic theory, but it's only a couple of weeks and then my residency," Grant replied, leaning into Damon's strong fingers. He winked at the older man and smiled. "As soon as I start my residency, I'll be bringing in a pay check too."
Damon grinned. "Well alrighty then, most definitely something to celebrate." he pinched Grant on the bottom and pulled him back into his arms before reluctantly letting go. "I'd better get back to work, Pet. I'll see you later on tonight. I have to see Fannie tonight and talk to her about the house."
Opening the car door, Grant looked back at Damon. "If her sister is there, tell that heifer that I'll kick her ass if she puts her nasty hands on you," he said sweetly before he slid behind the wheel and started the car.
Damon shook his head and sighed. He leaned into the car window and pressed a kiss to his husband's forehead. "How many times do I have to tell you, I like my dick where it's at. I am not about to jeopardize my income because of a cunt like that. You keep your cat fight to yourselves or at least do so in the mud so I can watch."
Grant smirked and leaned his head out for one last kiss. "I'll be good," he promised. "Now I'm going to go make you something manly for supper."
Damon kissed him and stood. "Be careful." He waved then turned back heading for the old house, shaking his head at his little husband. Damn, it felt good to have him in his arms again.
On his way home, Grant pulled into Clangman's to pick up a couple of steaks for their supper, planning to charge that and whatever else that looked good to him as he wandered around the market. As he got up to the register, he smiled at the girl ringing him up.
"I'd like to charge this to our account please, the name is Wolffe," he said, not expecting any trouble, Merlin knew he was in the market at least once a week if not more.
Amanda Clangman eyed the man for a moment, crooking her head to the side. "You one of Miss Gracie's relations? Miss Gracie or Mister Wolffe didn't leave no word about someone coming in for them."
Grant gave a start and then chuckled as he realized he didn't look right to her. "It's me sweetie, would you like to see my driver's license?" he asked as he fished in his pocket for the almost new wallet he'd been given for Christmas several years ago.
Amanda looked at the stranger then glanced down at the driver's license. She looked back up at the man. "You look really different Miss Gracie."
Grant just nodded, unsure of what to tell the girl and wondered if this was such a good idea after all. As he picked up the brown paper bag, he paused for just a second and looked at her carefully.
"My name is Grant...," he said softly before he turned and left the market.
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Eight o'clock that evening found Grant waiting for Damon outside on the front porch in the swing, a cold bottle of beer half drank and two empties at his feet.
Damon pulled up in his truck, seeing his little husband on the front porch had him smiling as he pulled around back and parked next to the Mustang. He walked through the house, grabbing a beer out of the fridge before kicking off his boots. He opened the front door and sat down next to the little man, eyeing him then the two dead soldiers on the porch. "Long day?"
Grant shrugged as he took another swig of his beer. "I didn't realize how hard it was going to be to change back, you know?" he said softly as he sighed and leaned back on the wooden swing. "No one knows who I am."
Damon ran a hand over Grant's hair. "I'm sorry, Pet, you need me to go talk to someone?"
"No, but I think I confused the girl down at the market," he laughed ruefully. He looked at Damon and shrugged. "What do you think I should do? What do you want me to do? Tell me and I'll do it."
Damon leaned back and sighed, drinking a long pull off his beer. "I'll go into town with you tomorrow. Let me take care of it. We'll think of something."
"You aren't mad are you?" Grant asked as he finished his beer and set the bottle down on the porch.
Damon shook his head. "No we should have expected this but it shouldn't really be a problem. Old man Murphy and Johnson have been lovers for years and everyone in town knows that."
Grant smiled at Damon and laid his hand on the man's leg. "You're my hero, you know that?" he said softly and then sighed. "Did everything work out with Fran?"
Damon made a face and took another pull of his beer. "She's not wanting to put out the extra for the work I have to do. I told her that it's either my way or the health department will close her down before she even opens." He shrugged and sighed laying his arm around Grant's shoulder. "So I ain't doing nothing else on that wreck until she gives the okay. She and Margaret said something about talking to her daddy for a loan."
"She hasn't paid you and the crew at all, then?" Grant asked with a shake of his head. That had only been a problem once before. Damon hadn't been paid for a restoration job, but the person had had a good reason for not paying; he'd died in his sleep. Still, that was a hard bullet to bite some days.
"Oh no, I got the first payment and put it in the bank last week. However, she's not wanting to put down the same amount again and that's what it's going to take to rebuild the entire top story into the four rooms she wants as suites." Damon drank the last of his beer and set it on the porch railing. Pulling Grant closer to him, he pressed a kiss to his hair and pulled his braid to him, undoing the weaving to play with the long dark strands.
Grant felt the relief wash over him, even though he knew Damon took care of the money, he still fretted about it.
"I'm applying to Blue Ridge for my residency, did I tell you that earlier?" he asked. "It's closer to us and won't cost us as dear in repairs on the Mustang since I won't be driving as much. I suppose I could always ride my ten speed if the weather's nice."
Damon hummed and continued to play with Grant's hair. "That's good baby." He brought it to his face and inhaled the soft scent of grant and the shampoo. He closed his eyes and leaned against his little husband.
"I don't know what my pay will be, but I'll try to find out for you," Grant murmured as he leaned against Damon. This was really the first time in their marriage that Grant had held an actual paying job and he wasn't quite certain what the rules were going to be.
Damon ran his hand over Grant's shoulder, leaning in to nibble on his neck. "All right. I need to know if you need uniforms or other clothes and I'll set you up an expense account." He sucked Grant's ear lobe into his mouth chewing gently on the soft flesh.
"The hospitals usually provide the scrubs," Grant replied as a shudder ran through his small frame. "I can take my lunch too if I could have a quarter for a pop." He arched his neck to the side with a soft whimper, offering his neck to Damon.
"This mean you are gonna get one of them cute, pink and white stripped uniforms?" Damon licked up Grant's neck, humming against the soft skin. He adjusted himself in the swing and pulled Grant into his lap, spidering the man over his legs.
Grant shook his head. "No... the little girls wear those that take flowers to the rooms. Do you want me to see if I can get one of those dresses for you?" he breathed, wrapping his arms around Damon's shoulders and burying his face against his neck. Breathing in the scent of the man's hard work, Grant nipped gently at the tanned skin.
Damon hummed and wrapped his arms around Grant, squeezing him to him. He ran his hands up and under Grant's shirt, caressing the tanned skin underneath. "Maybe... You'd look awfully nice in something like that." he chuckled softly and pressed his lips tot he back of Grant's neck. "We can play doctor."
"Who's doing the examining?" Grant asked as he pushed a hand between their bodies, cupping his palm over the front of Damon's jeans. "Going to spread me wide open for a better look?"
Damon spread his legs, bucking up into Grant's hand. "Maybe, you can be my nurse and I can be your naughty patient." He reached forward and pulled all of Grant's hair on top of his head before leaning in and biting his neck.
"You might have a swelling you need to be treated for," Grant teased as he pulled back, pressing his mouth over Damon's and slipping his tongue between the older man's lips.
Damon held Grant to him, kissing his husband fiercely and unashamedly. Here was the person he'd fallen in love with, no lipstick to interfere, no soft curved places to squeeze, just warm masculine smelling skin. "Damn, I've missed you Grant."
To answer, Grant pushed his body against Damon's, rocking his hips and thrusting against the man's belly. "How do you want me?" he asked with a groan as the front of his jeans grew tighter.
Damon grinned, "Anyway I can get you." He pulled at the belt and buttons on Grant's jeans freeing the little man then smiling at the panties he found under the man's jeans. "Hold over from Gracie?" He stroked the pale blue nylons, tugging gently at the waistband.
Grant smiled, slightly embarrassed. "They're comfortable and I don't have any boxers that fit me now," he mumbled, wishing he'd just done without now. "I'll make sure I don't wear them again.
Damon shook his head. "No, I like it. I like how it looks on your skin." He leaned in and kissed his husband deeply and slowly as he played with the nylon, gently rubbing Grant's prick through the satiny material.
Grant trembled under Damon's touch; he could feel himself getting wetter as he was toyed with. He didn't know if the fact he was now going to be Grant, someone he didn't really know, if that would mean changes in their sex life as well. He'd miss some things, but seeing Damon smile would make up for them.
Damon wrapped his hand around Grant's cloth covered prick, stroking him with the satiny material. He bent his head, kissing along Grant's shoulder. "My Grant," he whispered against the damp skin and pulled the smaller man closer to him. "My winkte".
Grant nodded, whimpering in Damon's arms. "Yours Damon, no one else's," he whispered, the hand that was on Damon's crotch now working at the man's belt and the zip on his fly.
Damon groaned and pulled back from Grant, standing him on his feet for a moment. He stripped his husband out of his clothing and just looked at him for a moment. Fluffing Grant's hair, he smiled and whistled softly. "Merlin," he whispered and ran a hand down Grant's body. Wrapping one hand around Grant's prick he pulled him closer again, sliding down to his knees to nuzzle at the small straining prick.
Grant felt his knees go weak as he was engulfed in the wet heat of Damon's mouth, curling his body enough to cling to the man in the summer breeze. He forgot all about being outside on display on their front porch. Anyone that drove by could have seen all they wanted to, if they strained their neck anyhow.
"Want you in me," Grant groaned, thrusting his hips erratically. "Please, before I come."
Damon pulled off his little husband and looked up at him, reaching around to squeezed his pert bottom. "I think I can arrange that." he pressed a kiss to one slender thigh and drew his wand summoning the lube from their bedroom.
Grant grinned at Damon, reaching around behind his back to begin toying with his arsehole while his husband watched. Biting his lip and hissing, he ran his fingers over the sensitive flesh and then held his hand out for Damon to squirt some lube onto his fingers.
Damon squeezed the bottle, easing out a goodly amount on to Grant's palm, then some on his own hand as well. He set the bottle aside and wrapped one hand around his cock as he watched his husband. "Show me, Pet."
Grant nodded and turned to face the front of the house, bending forward and bracing himself against the wood siding with his dry hand. Taking a deep breath, he reached his other hand behind and began to play with his hole once again, his fingers slipping in with little resistance, making Grant moan and push back for more.
"Daddy," he murmured softly as he worked three fingers into himself, feeling how easily he loosened and opened up now.
Damon grinned as he watched Grant's actions and reached out for his husband, pulling him back on to his lap. Bracing Grant with one hand and holding his prick with the other, he pulled him down onto his prick, groaning as he was enveloped in the tight impressive heat. "Fuck..." he murmured and kissed Grant's back. "Still so tight."
Grinning at the man's words, Grant leaned forward and picked up Damon's shirt to wipe his hand off with. "You're just so big it makes me feel tight," he murmured, clenching and unclenching his muscles to relax around Damon.
Damon smiled and reached around his husband, wrapping one hand around his little prick. "Yeah?" He dug his toes into the porch and set the swing to moving slowly as he pulled on Grant. Moaning at the squeezes, he returned some of the treatment pulling Grant's foreskin up and over the tip, before sliding it all the way back to flick his thumb over the small glans.
Planting his feet firmly on the porch, Grant rose a little onto his feet so Damon could pull out and then push back in as he moved the old swing. Nostrils flaring slightly as he shuddered, Grant let the momentum of the swing push him forward into Damon's hand.
"My Grant," Damon leaned his head back, pushing into Grant with slow leisurely thrusts as the swing moved them back and forth. Fireflies appeared and the frogs began to sing adding atmosphere to the late summer evening. The scent of the farm and surround woods filled him and he sighed as they made love on the front porch swing, all cares gone as his body gave an all over shiver from Grant's heat and the cool breeze that played upon his skin.
Afterwards, Grant lay quietly in Damon's arms, his breathing slow and even as the other man's strong fingers played over his bare chest. "It's going to be hard, isn't it?" Grant murmured sleepily, absentmindedly thinking about cooking their evening meal.
Damon blinked lazily and sighed. "Maybe but we'll take it in stride like always, Pet. We're Marines." he chuckled softly as he caught a firefly and wrote his and Grant's name across the tanned chest. Smiling, he looked down at his lover the soft glow of their names bright in the darkness. "Love you Grant."
Grant watched the other man's action and laughed softly. "Love you too, but why am I the one with the bug goo on me?" he asked as he let his hand rest on Damon's fingers.
Damon shook his head. "You never did this as a kid, catch the lightening bugs and put them in a jar, shaking them up to get just a bit more light from them in the darkness of night when the candles had burned low." He twined their fingers, gently stroking them across Grant's chest, drawing little symbols in the luminescent decorations. "Put on glowing war paint and mud over to hide scent from the animals."
Grant shook his head. "No, that was more of a boy thing, you know? My sister and I would smear the lights on our fingers and wrists to make jewellery," he said softly, once more their different backgrounds showing glaring differences.
Damon snorted, picturing Magpie and his Grant as small children. "Well now you have. You just need some mud and you'll be my wild Injun. I'll chase you all over this yard and haul you away to keep forever." he said softly and leaned over to kiss him gently.
Grant wrinkled his nose and shook his head at Damon's words. "That's right kemosabe," he teased as he kissed the white man back.
Damon shook his head and picked Grant up carrying him into the house and kicking the door shut behind him. "I'm hungry, Injun." He set Grant on his feet and smacked his bottom. "What we got that's ready?"