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Joe Russo (notalongtime) wrote in heureuxlake,

Joe squeezed his eyes shut, enjoying just about any way that Ram said his name. "I had a similar thought the night we met," he admitted quietly. He remembered thinking that if Ram could make one syllable of his name sound so good then several would be really incredible to hear. Just that breathlessness in Ram's tone was really something, Joe's chest tightening with pleasure.

He let Scorn inspect him, pleased by Ram's assessment of the situation. Being liked by a significant other's family had never really meant anything to him before but no one had ever been as significant as Ram. The cats, Joe decided, counted as Ram's family, which meant that he would likely meet the third familiar before long. "That's two out of three. I hope Chaos feels the same." He closed the door behind him. "Only not tonight." Tonight was just for the two of them and not for curious cats.

Propping the paintings against the bookcase that had no books, Joe took off his shoes. After just a few weeks, Ram's bedroom felt as familiar to him as his own bedroom at West Point. He even took the opportunity to turn on the fairy lights while Ram found a spot for the flowers. As Ram adjusted the colorful blooms that he had picked out earlier, Joe stepped behind him, putting his hands on his hips and kissing his neck. "I don't know what most of them are called," he confessed, "but I thought they looked good."