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[It's a heavy statement, especially coming from someone who's a lot more capable of destruction than most. It sends a little shiver through Jamie, but the reaction is nothing but pleased.] All I want is you. [Soft and genuine. There's nothing he needs Max to do for him, except to stay.

He perks up a little at the suggestion, a little distracted by the thought even as he nods his agreement.] I know. I'm not planning on doing anything else.

[And Max isn't wrong, exactly. If Jamie knew what he was doing, he could run for a long, long time on borrowing other people's energy without a hitch -- but right now, when all he can do is reach out in desperation, that's not an option. Unless something else happens to spook his system into opening that valve again, it won't do him good for much longer.]

--But, uh. I think I'd like that, sometime. Visiting your family.

[It's not like it's going to happen immediately -- and with Jamie's next semester creeping up quickly and preparing to make him even busier than before, probably not any time soon. But he still likes that Max might want it.]

[It's the pureness with which Jamie needs and wants Max that always does him in. There's never anything there but an intense, genuine need --. How can Max do anything but return it in kind? It makes Max want to give Jamie the world on a platter, along with everything he ever desires. Max will cling to Jamie, and there will never be a day that he lets go. He will follow Jamie to the ends of the world and beyond. There's no one else for him.]

Is there anything else I can get you before you do sleep tonight?

[Making sure that Jamie has everything for bed, Max begins to clean up the remainder of the food they didn't eat and tosses it in a nearby trash bag that he'll take to the kitchen in the morning. Then they can throw it down the garbage chute when it's all full later. Tonight's for being lazy and for wrapping themselves up together. ]

It's still off in the distance, but we'll plan to get to Roswell one day. First, we'll have to take our own weekend away, something romantic where we forget to wear clothes and make love the entire time.

[Teasing, Max crawls back into the bed and lays his hand over Jamie's hurt paw. He pushes only the slightest bit of his healing power into the damaged hand, wanting to take the edge off so Jamie can sleep tonight. It will still be injured, but it will heal quicker and not hurt much above the painkillers. Jamie will notice the glow of Max's hand, a small blue light-- but not much else.

Sheepish eyes meet his lovers, and Max leans over and kisses Jamie.]

To take the edge off. I want you to sleep without it throbbing. I promise I didn't heal the whole thing.

I'm good, baby. You already got me everything I need. [He smiles a little, warm and affectionate, watching Max as he cleans up. Normally he'd get up and try to help out, always trying to make himself useful; but at the moment, he figures Max will chase him back into bed anyway. It saves them both time if Jamie just stays put.]

Yeah. Even though I'm pretty sure you could get me to do that anywhere. [There's a little trace of a laugh in his voice, eyes bright.] But we should anyway. Maybe I can take you to the mountains someday, too.

[Visiting his family isn't a question. Jamie doesn't even want to know what the explosion would be like if he finally came back home, only to bring another man with him. But it'd be a little like bringing him home. And there's people he thinks he'd like Max to meet someday, even if it's not the same thing.

That awareness is still with him, making him glance down automatically when he feels Max's powers spill into him. He didn't plan on asking or making Max fix anything, but he clearly doesn't mind the help; there's nothing but warmth in Jamie's expression when he glances back at his boyfriend, smiling into the kiss when he leans forward.] You're so good to me. [Soft and adoring.]

The mountains sound nice, but which ones? [It's a great big world out there, and there are a few sets of great mountains in the United States, too. Max can admit to having been to the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans now, but he's not spent any time in the mountains. He would love to do something where there's a small town and a mile or so away a little cabin where no one can hear them think, much less do everything else they want to do. It was one of the reasons he loved the desert]

Is that where you grew up?

[They haven't talked much about Jamie's past, barely mentioned it even. Max knows where Jamie is in life now, and he hasn't bothered to pry. He doesn't want to be too much. He knows their emotional bond will soon start telling them things in a way that they can't hide a lot from one another, and so he wants them to get used to that first.

The kiss is gentle and sweet. It's not too lingering, but Max can never help himself. He wants this evening to be over and for them to wake up feeling better-- especially Jamie.]

There's nothing too good for you, and I mean that.

Oh, uh-- [He nods at the second question, before he backtracks a little with a slightly sheepish smile.] Yeah. Tennessee. I mean, I wouldn't mind exploring somewhere else, either. I just haven't been in general in... a while. It always felt really peaceful.

[He doesn't seem to mind talking about it, really. It's just weird to bring it up sometimes. Almost everything from growing up is completely out of his life now, and Jamie only has so many pleasant things to say about it. And since he doesn't like to dwell on the unhappy stuff, it's just easier not to bring it up. But he doesn't want to keep anything from Max, either, not actively.

He shakes his head slightly at that, not arguing, just happy disbelief.] I already have the best, though. I've got you.

[Sliding fingers up and down Jamie's back, Max nods. He knows about what the mountains there are like. He hasn't been there, but he's seen pictures and heard about places like Rock City on top of Lookout Mountain. There were signs for it for a long while when he was driving across the country. He caught glimpses of the smokies but mostly drove around them. ]

Then we can visit Tennessee. Isn't there a place called Dollywood out there near the mountains? It's like a theme park about Dolly Parton, right? Sounds like a good time. I'm sure we can find a nice little out-of-the-way cabin, too.

[Max can feel the give and take in Jamie's feelings about home. Now's not the time to get into it, but he can tell that Jamie means it about the mountains; the feelings easily translate and soften Max's heart as they do. How can Max not love Jamie this much when he makes it so fucking easy. The way their hearts entwine now, and emotions intermingle makes Max want to be closer to Jamie than ever before. ]

...and I you. Are you feeling sleepy yet, or do you want to keep talking?

[Max doesn't mind it but doesn't want to keep Jamie from getting some much-needed rest. They'll have plenty of time in the morning to continue talking about everything in the morning. ]

Without much trouble, yeah. We can find somewhere quiet without a problem. Drive in and check out some stuff, too. [He smiles, pleased that Max is willing to go along with it. Not that he didn't think he would, but it'd be nice to show him something. Share a little bit of what life was like, before Jamie found him.

He hums a little in response to the question, seems a little unsure for a moment as he considers.] I think -- sleep might be good. I don't know. I feel kind of wiped out.

[He's reluctant about it, enjoys curling up and talking too much to ever really want to end it, but it's been a weird evening. And it's not like Max is going anywhere, or ever seems to mind talking. Another thing Jamie's a little amazed by sometimes. Part of him's pretty sure he's going to get boring at some point, but it means a lot that it hasn't happened yet.]

That sounds nice. We can talk more about it in the morning. I can feel how tired you are. Let's sleep, and then in the morning, when you're a little less worn out, we can talk more. You know I can talk to you forever.

[It's true, there's always so much to talk about between them. In many ways, they're still partially strangers to one another. They may be close and feel all that there is, but their pasts and much of who they were before coming together still lay hidden.

Max has no fear that they'll get there and eventually know one another inside and out. He wants to rest right now, so he gathers Jamie closer and nuzzles in, closing his eyes until he finally dozes off for the night.

There's nothing until morning comes, and he's blessed to watch Jamie as he sleeps, still wrapped partially in Max's embrace. Sure, his arm is mostly asleep, but he doesn't move beyond a slight touch of his lips to his lover's forehead. There's nothing more beautiful -- more perfect than this, right here. Max wishes he could hold this moment in a bottle and keep it forever.

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