Moving Forward is drawing to a close, as Marshall and Lee celebrate their last night aboard the Wandering Star. Hot tub and Prosecco... what else might be in store for them? Find out in this week's episode. Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
When they returned to their room, Lee called Room Service
and ordered a bottle of Prosecco. “Want anything to eat with that?” he asked
Marshall.
Marshall considered for a moment. He wasn’t really hungry
now, but he might be later.
“Maybe some of that lava cake we had before?” Something
sweet would hit the spot after making love.
“Sounds good to me.” Lee relayed the order, then hung up.
“What’s Prosecco?” Marshall asked.
“It’s like champagne, but sweeter,” Lee replied. “A little
something special for our last night here.”
Lee pulled Marshall closer to him, circling his waist. “A
special night for a special guy.”
Marshall warmed at Lee’s words. “Being with you is what
makes everything special,” he said sincerely.
Lee kissed him softly, then with a growing fervor as they
pressed together, losing themselves in one another. Only a knock at the door
kept them from escalating their kisses to the next step. They drew apart
reluctantly. Lee answered the knock and admitted a steward with their order.
“Good evening, sirs,” the steward greeted them as he rolled
a cart into their suite. “Celebrating our last night on board, are we?”
“We are indeed,” Lee replied. He reached into his pocket and
pulled out a few bills which he handed to the man. “Thank you very much, we can
take it from here.”
“Very good, sir. Enjoy your evening.” He nodded at each of
them then discreetly withdrew.
Lee verified that the door was locked behind him, then
turned to Marshall, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Alone at last,” he said with a
grin. “Still want to drink this in the hot tub?”
“You know it.”
“No time like the present then. Grab the glasses.”
Marshall quickly obeyed, as Lee picked up the ice-filled
bucket containing the Prosecco. They carried everything out to the deck and
left it on the table beside the hot tub, then returned to their room and
stripped before returning to the hot tub.
The night was balmy, with just the hint of a spice-laden
breeze. They could hear music from one of the other decks, some kind of jazz.
Just loud enough to be heard without being intrusive.
Lee popped the cork on the Prosecco and poured it into two
glasses before they climbed into the warm water, sitting across from one
another. He handed one of the glasses to
Marshall and took the other.
“What shall we toast to?” Lee asked.
“To the best time of our lives,” Marshall promptly replied,
clinking his glass against Lee’s.
“To the best time,” Lee repeated. They each drank.
“I think I like this even better than the champagne,”
Marshall commented. “It does tickle a mite, though.”
“As I recall, the champagne did that too,” Lee drawled, and
Marshall had to laugh at that.
“Yeah, I guess it did.” He took another sip. “It’s really
good. I’m glad you thought of it.”
“I am too.”
Nothing more was said for a moment. Then Lee cleared his
throat, and shifted his position. Marshall wondered if he was making room for
him to come over, and he began to move toward him, but Lee held up one hand.
“Not yet. I want to talk to you first.”
That sounded ominous.
“Did I do something wrong?”Marshall asked anxiously.
“What? Oh God no, don’t think that,” Lee hastened to assure
him. “Nothing like that. Just have something on my mind, and I want to say it
to you, but I want it to come out right, that’s all.” He reached for Marshall’s
hand and when he received it, he squeezed it.
“Marshall, you know you mean the world to me, right?”
Marshall nodded.
“And you know I’d do anything for you, don’t you?”
Marshall nodded again.
“This trip… it’s been more than a great time. I think I’ve
had my eyes opened to something I probably should have realized sooner.”
Marshall couldn’t help but feel anxious again. This sounded
so ominous. Surely he wasn’t going to start that stuff about Marshall needing
or wanting someone closer to his own age, someone who wasn’t Lee.
“Lee, you know I want you and only you, forever.” Marshall
tried to control his quivering lip. Damned if he was going to cry. No way.
“I know that,” Lee said solemnly. “That’s why I’m asking you
this… will you marry me?”
to be continued
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