Something All Your Own - Changes (a Guns For Hire fanfic)

[churbooseanon]

Summary: Things are changing for his partner, and Florida just basks in something that makes him happy.

So because of GFH RP group (Mercenary Mayhem), Tex/Florida is a thing, and discussions lead to this story series. Just one-shots exploring Tex and and Florida and the family they come to have. Not related to any other GFH writing I do in continuity.

 

Something All Our Own - Changes (A Guns for Hire fanfic)

In the course of a life there are no small number of things that one never expects to come to love, to cherish. The taste of a single meal that evokes the memory of a day without compare. The smell of laundry just out of the dryer because of the knowledge that a good deed does not go unthanked. The particular curve of a smile, or the lilt of a laugh of a beloved partner.

For Florida, for Butch Flowers, there is the feel of soft flesh under his fingers as his hand trails up over a long thigh. The skin he explores with his meandering touch is soft as silk, strong as steel, and tastes of peaches. He should know, he’s worshipped this body often enough over the years with fingers and lips and tongue. Done other things to it as well, but those are things to contemplate when his whole body isn’t already buzzing with the low, post orgasmic bliss of their joining.

Slowly fingers reach shoulder and circle back down, stroking through the valley of her breasts, and when that prompts a bit of an annoyed groan from his lover, his tries to smother his pleased chuckle and smirk in the skin of her shoulder. His tongue flashes out and yes, she still tastes of peaches, but also of salt. This draws another sigh from her as his hands glide further down, over the strength of her body, the light tone of her abs, and the softening of skin that…

    “You actually can’t help yourself, can you?”

In the past Florida might have thought it a chiding, or annoyed comment from her. Now, though, he knows better. Far better. Of course, it helps that her left hand comes down to tangle with his, angled just enough so that the simple gold bands they wore pressed together. It’s a touch of intimacy he couldn’t have expected from his partner years back. But her hand in his kept him from doing much more but softly circling his thumb around on her skin.

“I can’t,” he admits, whispered into the flawlessness of her skin. “Not even remotely.”

    They were… there was perfection in this moment. A happiness that was so deep in him that it bubbled up more genuinely than many smiles before him ever had, though he expected many more to follow.

    “Pest,” she answers, and he can sense the rolling of her eyes in the tension of her shoulders.

    “Tell me this isn’t what we wanted, Reina,” he whispers in her ear, moving his lips to kiss along the sweet flesh. “Something we’ve been working toward for months.”

    “Would have been easier if you didn’t take that job off-planet,” she snipes, but there is no heat behind her words.

    How many people alive would ever believe that Texas was capable of holding back the true edge of her anger or annoyance? But Florida knew, knows, because he gets these tender moments with his wife. These vulnerable moments as she settles their hands in place, protective, over her stomach. Together, they can do this. Will do this. Be the strength that will be needed.

    “You think about names yet?” he asks.

    Florida winces as Tex kicks him in the ankle.

    “Really, idiot?” Tex laughs lightly. “I just confirmed it today. What do you expect of me?”

    “Planning, Tex!” he counters, untangling a finger from hers to poke her in the belly. “Come on, one of us has a family here, the other one doesn’t. You’re supposed to guide is in this.”

    “You’re going to be a good father.”

    Her voice is a soft whisper, a reassurance that this… really is doable. Florida has to wonder about it, though. His own past is… less than stellar in the family area. The closest thing he knows about how to be a good father is how to be a good ‘Uncle Butch’ to the younger Ais. She’s the one with a family. With siblings and schools and playdates. Granted Delta and Omega handle most of that, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t in a better position.

    “We should get a house,” he continues, because he doesn’t want to admit that he’s nervous now like he never was before. “A house, and a bedroom just for our new…”

    “Don’t jinx it,” she says softly. Her hand squeezes his, and Florida grows quiet. “Just… let us have this moment, before it could go away.”

    He nuzzles against her shoulder and stays silent. Of course he understands. There is no way Tex is going to give up her work just yet. Which means there are risks. Which they both have to accept. Have to live with. Have to process. But that is borrowing trouble, and he just holds her close. Today is a day to revel in the good news.

    “I love you,” he whispers to her.

    “Sap,” she accuses, but her voice is soft, and he knows that in this moment, it’s as close as she’ll come to saying it.

    And the press of their hands against her skin is their own promise. To do the best they can for their future. For the child they seek to have.

    Woe befall anyone who ever dares to tell their child that they aren’t good enough.