Author's Note: I wrote this really as a sort of 'celebratory' fic for the recent ruling that gay marriages will be legalised in the UK (I think they have been already, actually...I forgot what date it was...Hmmm...)

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this piece of fluff...

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"I have to move."

From the way Morgan looks at me, I can tell that he doesn't get it. I sigh, running a hand through my shaggy coal hair as I start to pace, turning my back to him as I begin to speak again.

"It's uh, it's for work… It's because of work."

I hear him suddenly get to his feet, quickly walking towards me. His hand clasps my shoulder, turning me around to face him. His large hazel eyes seem wider than usual, and there's a distinct look of fear in them.

"What do you mean 'move'? As in, moving out or- or… Where are you moving to, Dryden?"

"England."

He pulls his hand away from me as though I'm poisoned. The look he gives me seems almost like one of betrayal.

"And why exactly must you move four thousand fucking miles away?"

"Morgan, I told you- it's for work. The company is giving me a really, really good offer- it's almos three times what I'm getting paid now."

"Yeah, 'cause you really need the money!" he retorts, motioning around him at our penthouse flat.

"Morgan-"

"You just can't say 'no', can you? You don't need anymore damn money, Dryden!"

"Morgan-"

"You'd think that after six fucking years together you'd at least put me over your job! And for god's sake, you're almost thirty! You can't start fucking around with twinks again, not anymore, D!"

"Morgan-"

"Shut up! I don't want to hear what you have to say- I love you! I love you so fucking much, and you just don't care, do you? I really thought you'd love me by now- you do, don't you!?"

He's crying almost hysterically by now and I just can't take it anymore. I reach over and firmly pull him towards me; he tried to struggle rather uselessly, but I just wrap my arms around him tightly, holding him against my chest. He's sobbing into my shirt, tears soaking through to my skin, but I don't care.

"I want to go to England. –Did you know they've legalised gay marriages there? Well, they call them 'civil partnerships', but it's the same thing really."

"What the fuck does it matter if I'm not gong to be there with you?" he sniffles wretchedly.

Smiling, I pull back a little so that I can look into his face, glistening wet with tears, eyes red-rimmed.

"I never said you weren't going to."

His wide eyes narrow into angry little slits as he jerks out of my grasp and starts hitting me with his fists. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help but laugh- he's so angry that it's almost comical.

"You jerk! You total fucking bastard ! I hate you! I can't believe you- I thought I was going to lose you and never see you again, and I just love you so fucking much I don't think I could bear not being with you-"

He breaks off crying again, letting me cradle him against my chest. I place a kiss on the top of his soft blond hair before muttering, "I guess this is a bad time to say 'April Fools' then?"

"It's not April."

"Ah, of course… But seriously Morgan- I'm moving to England. It's a good move for me, and I've always wanted to move back home. But I'm not going to do it if you won't come with me. I need you with me, Flick…"

He looks up when I use the pet-name I gave him years ago, when he got that haircut with the fringe that he kept having to flick out of his eyes so he could see. His lips slowly curl up into a smile, all traces of anger disappearing from his eyes. He nods slowly, reaching up to kiss me.

"Of course I'll go with you- I'll go anywhere with you. I can write novels anywhere in the world, but you? I can only get one of you, can't I?"

I chuckle, placing another kiss on his lips before I move away from him. Reaching into my jacket-pocket, I pull out a ring-box as I fall to my knees in front of him.

"In that case...will you marry me, Morgan Willows?"

I can't believe he's crying again as he falls on top of me, his lips instantly attaching themselves to mine as he kisses me madly. He has me pinned to the hardwood floor of the apartment as he hovers above me, seeming so intent on kissing the oxygen out of my lungs that he hasn't even given me an answer yet.

"Morgan- Flick- you- you need to give me an answer," I gasp, finally managing to pull away long enough to speak.

"YES!' Of course it's yes, you idiot!" he laughs, collapsing on top of me and attempting to hug me.

He bursts into a fit of giggles. Sometimes I have to wonder if he's really a twenty-eight year old man or an eight-year old kid. Though I guess an eight-year old wouldn't be able to do all the things he can… I realise suddenly that I'm laughing too, though I'm not entirely sure why. I'm too happy to give a toss, blissfully content with Morgan's comforting weight on top of me as his body shakes with laughter. He does seem to be slowly quieting down and he finally lifts his head up to look at me. His eyes are all red and puffy from the ridiculous amount of crying he's done and his cheeks are tear-streaked. When he notices how intently I'm gazing at him, he pouts.

"I look like shit, don't I?"

I laugh, shaking my head as I reach up to place a kiss on his soft lips, "Not at all. Anyway, I've seen you at your worst. Now that was a scary sight!"

He lets out an indignant squeak and hits me on the shoulder, "Bastard!"

"-I forgot how foul-mouthed you get when you're pissed off," I muse.

He's grinning wickedly as he leans down to nibble on my earlobe, his voice lowering down to a whisper, "Now, now…you know I don't just talk dirty when I'm angry…"

I've had enough waiting, so I quickly roll him off me. As we both get to our feet, I scoop him up in my arms, carrying him towards the bedroom. I know it's cheesy really, but when it comes to Morgan I don't care if I'm not my normal self. Let's face it- he's got me under his thumb completely. I'll do anything for him, even making silly, sappy gestures like this one.

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He's finally said them. The two words I've been waiting six months to hear him say. And it's perfect. I don't wait to hear the final words of the ceremony being spoken before I grab him towards me, kissing him madly. I don't care if people are watching or that my mother's in the front row- I just want our first kiss as a married couple to be the best kiss he's ever had. I'm finally forced to pull away when someone- I think it sounds like Morgan's brother, Paul- yells "Save it for the honeymoon kids!" The entire room seems to burst out laughing when I pull away. Morgan's actually blushing, poor love.

He gives me a little grin as I take his hand in mine and lead him down the aisle. He can't seem to get rid of his blush as people come over to congratulate us and hand us a flute of champagne each. He's so quiet, and if it weren't for the fact that he's smiling and his eyes are just dancing with happiness, I'd be worried. He's usually the gregarious one, but today he's all smiles and no words. I hate it when people are sappy, but I just can't help myself. He looks beautiful in his soft cream suit and pale green silk shirt…I must remember to thank my mother for helping him pick out his outfit and for making him look even more delectable than usual.

He seems to have noticed me eyeing him, for he smirks and mouths, "Later, stud."

I laugh out loud at that and start to make my way back over to him, but someone grabs my arm. I stop to see Paul grinning back at me.

"-You just couldn't stop yourself, could you?" I laugh and Paul chuckles.

"Aw, c'mon man! As cool as I am with this whole thing, I so did not need to see you trying to molest my kid-brother in front of me and a hundred other people!"

"Kid brother? He's twenty eight, Paul!" I love Paul- he's probably the only person who is even half as protective of Morgan as I am.

"Well, he'll always be four years younger than me- he'll always be my kid brother. I know I really don't need to do this since it's you, Dryden…but I kinda feel obliged. Just- you take care of each other, okay? You're way too far away for my liking, but I know you've got each other, so…"

"Paul- I've been looking after him for almost seven years now. I intend on doing so for at least another sixty years," I grin, "C'mon- let's go get a drink or something. Hey- where's your lovely wife?"

"She was talking to Morgan about kids the last time I saw her…"

"Oh hell," I groan, suddenly feeling a hand on my shoulder.

"And what's wrong with kids, dear husband? Now really isn't the time to be getting commitment-phobia!"

I turn around to see Morgan grinning at me and I lean forward to place a kiss on his lips before I answer.

"Nothing at all- I just wanted you all to myself for a little longer."

"Speaking of which…can we get out of here for a bit?"

I nod, folding his hand in mine and leading him outside into the large grounds. We avoid the marquees full of people, quietly walking until we reach the bottom of the tiered garden, finally alone. Morgan instantly flings his arms around me, covering my face in kisses.

"I love you- I love you so much!"

"I love you too, my Flick. –Can you believe all this?"

"It's like a dream, D… It's just…perfect," he smiles, nuzzling his face into my chest as I wrap my arms around his slender form.

We stand there in silence for what seems like an eternity. I don't think there's anything that needs to be said at this point. I resort to just kissing his hair, which is silky as ever and smells heavenly. It's all so familiar, but somehow new and exciting at the same time. I can't believe that we're finally here- we've got this new opportunity and the rest of our lives together, and nothing could be more perfect than now. Oh Christ, I'm such a sap. What the hell has he done to me?

"Fuck," Morgan suddenly mutters, pulling away from me with a sigh, "They're calling for us- our first dance."

I let him drag me back up to the marquees, though really I'd rather spend the rest of the day alone at the bottom of the garden with Morgan. There's so much I want to say- and so much more than cannot be expressed in words- and I can't do it when there are all these people around. A part of me begins to wish that we hadn't done any of this and had just kept it out to signing the papers in front of a witness, but Morgan deserves so much more than that. He deserves everything and anything I can give him.

I frown as I recognise the beginning chords of the song, stepping out onto the dancefloor with Morgan.

"Is this…?"

"Oh, you bet. 'Iris'," Morgan grins.

"You didn't!"

"Of course I did, Mr Closet GooGoo Dolls fan!"

"I'm not a closet fan! There's nothing wrong with them, just this-"

"-Just this song? Aw, c'mon Dryden- how long have we been together? I know you love this song. I know, deep down in your not-so-cold heart, you love fluff and romance and all that other stuff you try and shy away from."

"But, I-"

"Shut up and dance with me," he laughs, silencing me with a quick kiss before resting his head against my shoulder.

So I does as he says and keep quiet, holding him tightly in my arms as we stay to the sound of the wonderfully cheesy 'Iris'. I know everyone is watching us, so I close my eyes and they disappear. It's just Morgan and I, and I suppose that now, it always will be.