“gillian, give me this fucking phone. let’s forget the whole thing and make sweet and tender love.” “no.” “okay. let’s make hard and fast love.” she laughs again. he loves her too much. “it’s tempting but no, thank you.” “gillian, i’m begging you. i’ll do anything you want.” “anything?” “yes.” “alright… you’ll go to baftas with me. you’re gonna be holding my hand, you’ll be smiling at me and you’ll kiss me in front of the crowd.”
he doesn’t have to think about it. they’ve already discussed it. they both decided that they’ll come out once they both feel ready. seems like she does so he’s got nothing left to lose. he looks at her and sees that she’s not joking. he gets serious, too. “i’ll go to the baftas if you marry me.” “what?!” “you know how i feel. i know how you feel. we both want this to be forever. i can kneel right now or at any other occasion. you just have to say yes.” “i’ll say yes if you move in with me.” david thinks about it. he knows it’s not impossible anymore. his kids are grown up, they’ll be still seeing him over the weekends, he may get used to the rain and weird accent. “i’ll move in with you if you agree to do more x-files.” “oh my god, are you serious? david, we’re too old for that shit.” “speak for yourself.” “i am. i’m tired. i’m old and i don’t want to wear that terrible wig ever again.” “so no x-files?” “no.” “okay, i won’t move in with you.” “okay, i won’t marry you.” “i won’t go with you to baftas.” “i will post that photo of you!" david freezes again. she’s laughing again.
"alright” he sighs. “let’s take it slow, step by step, okay? you won’t post this photo, i’ll consider going as your plus one. you’ll consider marrying me. and now you’re gonna put that phone away and get naked again.” she agrees. when she lays on his chest she smiles. “you know i wouldn’t post that picture in the first place, right?” “what?” “i wouldn’t. you’re too cute to share."
(i got carried away and it doesn’t make sense, sorry :D)
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Oh my god! It’s so sweet, and also, what the hell was on that picture????!!!!