Fawn

[petty_dabbler]

John hadn't checked in with any contacts, he hadn't really read the papers, and hadn't been keeping on his fringe websites. He was in love, and he didn't want to waste a moment. He had no idea how long this was last, but he was all in...to the detriment of the rest of his life.

He'd taken Fawn out and they'd got 99's. The weather took a turn, though, and the pair found themselves eating ice cream in the rain under an awning. John smiled at him, but the smile fell as the rai stopped falling. Not ended, simply froze in the air. The curtain of water parted and ahandsome Black man with orange-gold eyes stepped.

"Constantine," he said, then looked at Fawn as if he was rubbish. "Fae."

"Manny," John replied, "What do you want?"

He subtly slipped closer to Fawn and put his arm around him protectively.

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[fawnthefae]

"Mushrooms do not grow in patches. They are wild and spread as they please," Fawn replied.

[petty_dabbler]

"You can't put them in a garden? I thought you could put anything in a garden," he said, lifting his brows and considering that.

[fawnthefae]

"They do not live by the rules of vegetables or flowers. They like damp, and squishy places. I will find a suitable spot and encourage them to grow," Fawn shrugged.

[petty_dabbler]

"Obviously, you can tell I'll never be a farmer," he chuckled softly.

[fawnthefae]

Fawn considered him a moment, gaze sharp and critical.

"No, a farmer you would not make," he agreed.

[petty_dabbler]

John chuckled softly.

"Donyou ever lie?" John asked. "Fudge the truth? Fib a little?"

Actually, the honestly and lack of bullshit was refreshing.

[fawnthefae]

"Lies are work, and I only work when it's needed," Fawn shrugged.

[petty_dabbler]

John was quiet for a moment, spending the time to simply look at him.

"You're remarkable," he smiled warmly.

[fawnthefae]

"As are you," Fawn said softly. "You have opened the place in my chest where feelings live."

[petty_dabbler]

"That...is a very good way to describe it," he nodded.

"I love you. More than anything " followed softly.

[fawnthefae]

"More than crispy fish, or the first ripe strawberry of the season?" Fawn asked

[petty_dabbler]

"More than anything," he assured him.

It occurred to him that Chas hadn't had an opinion in a long time. That was...odd. This was just the sort of time he'd pick to make John feel like an asshole.

[fawnthefae]

"I do not know if I can rank my loves. Bees are really lovely, you know? But you matter most to my heart," Fawn said quietly. "I would choose you over bees."

[petty_dabbler]

"Good to know where I rate," he smirked, then eased in slowly and stole a soft kiss.

[fawnthefae]

Fawn smiled into the kiss, purring a little.

[petty_dabbler]

"We should go inside," he murmured softly. "The rain's let up. Come on."

The rain hadn't let up much at all and John got out, popped his collar up, and waited for Fawn to join him.

[fawnthefae]

Fawn was unbothered by the rain, in no rush at all as the droplets soaked through his clothes. Back home he'd often wandered barefoot in the rain, feet muddied by mossy soil.

[petty_dabbler]

With Fawn at his side, John cut through the park to the cottage. Flowers drooped with the weight of the water.

Inside it was warm and welcoming and the exorcist carefully hung up his wet coat before scrubbing his hand through his hair.

"I could use some tea," he decided.

[fawnthefae]

Fawn moved to light the fire, stripping beside it out of his wet clothing.

"That would be nice," he smiled. "Mint tea, maybe?"

[petty_dabbler]

"If you're making it, make what you fancy," he smiled. "I'm happy with anything, so long as it's hot. "

[fawnthefae]

Fawn stretched lazily, then nodded before moving to pull on his nightgown.

"What shall we eat tonight?" he asked as he put the kettle on.

[petty_dabbler]

"What about pasta?" John suggested several moments too late, lost as he was in awe of the glimpse of skin.

[fawnthefae]

"Yes, okay," Fawn nodded, moving closer and nuzzling at John's shoulder.

[petty_dabbler]

It was so easy to shift and wrap his arms around Fawn. So easy to kiss him and immediately forget food, forget tea, forget everything.

[fawnthefae]

"You are damp and cold," the fae laughed, wriggling free. "Go warm yourself, I will put water on the stove, but tonight you will be the chef."