The party had been going for hours. Leonard had danced with nearly every woman at the reception, had eaten more cake than was strictly advisable, and had probably drunk a little too much if the way he wobbled on his feet was any indication. It was late, he was tired, and he wanted to go home.
He watched his beautiful Jim, his eyes glowing despite the low light. His face was alive with excitement, his skin practically shimmering with his happiness. Leonard felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth as the music shifted to something slow and sensual. Swallowing hard around the sudden lump of anticipation in his throat, Leonard set his champagne glass down on the table and moved towards his husband.
His husband. His. All his. Only his. God, Leonard liked the sound of that.
Jim was talking with someone, a woman Leonard didn't recognize. Her lipstick was smudged, her hair was mussed from dancing the night away, and she laughed too loud at Jim's jokes. Leonard approached, unseen.
Jim gasped when an arm snaked around his waist, tugging him back into a firm body. Jim immediately relaxed against him, recognizing his shape and smell before he tilted his head back to stare up at Leonard, dazed eyes bright. "Excuse me, ma'am," Leonard drawled, dropping his chin to rest against Jim's shoulder. "Mind if I borrow him for a minute or two?" His voice was pitched low, rich and dark, and Leonard felt Jim shudder against him.
The woman giggled again, her high pitched squeal jarring against Leonard's ears, but he smiled pleasantly anyway as she waved them a fond farewell and staggered back out onto the dance floor. Jim turned in his arms, looping his hands around Lenard's neck. "Hi there," he said.
"Hey," Leonard rumbled, sliding his arms tighter around Jim's ribs, fingers digging into the silky-soft fabric of Jim's shirt. They'd both lost the formality of their uniforms hours ago - jackets tossed away, shirt sleeves unbuttoned and rolled to just above the elbow, collars pulled loose and hanging open. Leaning down, he captured Jim's mouth in a soft kiss.
Jim moaned against Leonard, fingers fisting gently in his short hair. Jim tilted his head, opened his mouth, limp and pliant as Leonard's tongue dipped inside, exploring, tasting. Jim tipped his head, breaking the kiss, and Leonard latched on to his throat, nipping over warm, yet-to-be-marked flesh. He stopped there, not quite drunk enough to put on a show for their guests. He pressed his face into Jim's neck, breathed him in, a feeling of deep possessiveness running through him for this man. His husband.
"Bones," Jim whispered.
Pulling back, Leonard caught Jim's face between his hands, staring deep into his blue eyes. "I want to take you home, Jim."
Jim smiled, the skin around his mouth and eyes dimpling and crinkling in delight. He nodded, not even sparing a glance at the friends and family around them. "Take me home."
Leonard made time for one more chaste kiss before twining his hand with Jim's and pulling him towards the door.