Luke almost kicks a plate over in his eagerness to let Reid lay him back among the pillows and he wraps his arms around him, taking the chocolate when it's offered to him and chewing it thoughtfully. He feels buoyant, as if he might be able to simply float away on his happiness if Reid were to let him up, and he's smiling, wanting nothing more than to lean in and find Reid's mouth with his own again and just kiss him until neither of them can breathe. This is meant to be a conversation, just as they've discussed nearly everything else about their relationship, coming to an understanding about what they both want, and he loves that about what they have together. He loves so much that they've found this level of comfort and are able to really be honest about their feelings and their desires. At the same time, though, they're in a terribly comfortable bed and Reid is lying on top of him, and Luke would very much like to interrupt their discussion for another kiss or ten.
"Yes," he says. "I've always wanted a wedding. When I... Shadowhunters don't get married in the traditional sense, but there is a ceremony. The runes marking our clothes would have been gold, the rings we exchanged would have been our family rings and there are runes for marriage. Permanent runes, one to be marked over our hearts and one on our arm. When I was growing up, I spent... hours with my family ring, turning it over in my hands, imagining what it would be like to give it to someone one day." He laughs and shakes his head in amusement, knowing his behaviour wasn't typical of any Shadowhunters. Marriage was looked upon as important and significant, but it was still a union, not unlike that of the parabatai and Shadowhunters didn't look at it the same way it was looked at by mundanes. But that's what Luke had always wanted. Discovering mundanes and Downworlders celebrated marriages in such lush, extravagant ways had been exciting to Luke.
He doesn't have his family ring any longer. It had been left behind at his home in Alicante when his sister had chased him out and he hasn't seen it since. He hasn't been a Graymark in a long time, not in the strictest sense of belonging, but the thought of giving Reid his family ring is still something he quite likes the idea of. Maybe he'll be able to have one made, a decent replica if he can properly describe what the crest looks like to a jewelry maker in the city.
"That isn't the ceremony I want," he assures Reid, his hands roaming over his boyfriend's back. It's funny, because as much as he wants to have this conversation, he can feel himself growing distracted. Reid's skin is so so warm under his hands and Luke can feel every movement, the slightest tensing and flexing of his muscles as he shifts on the bed. His hips want to roll closer to Reid, he wants that friction, he wants to flip him over and rub against him until he's hard again, and the very thought sends a tingle of pleasure racing down Luke's spine, one that turns into a shiver he works hard to suppress so Reid doesn't think he's losing interest in their conversation. It's something he very much wants to talk about, but he also very much wants to fuck his boyfriend over and over for the rest of the day. He wants to drag him into the shower and fill the tub with water and let Reid fuck him, too, and the very thought makes his throat dry up and his breath steal from him.
"But I... I do want a ceremony," he says, his voice cracking. "I'd like that, having everyone we care about there with us, being able to have a party afterward. I'll even wear a suit for you, I promise, and it won't be flannel."
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"Yes," he says. "I've always wanted a wedding. When I... Shadowhunters don't get married in the traditional sense, but there is a ceremony. The runes marking our clothes would have been gold, the rings we exchanged would have been our family rings and there are runes for marriage. Permanent runes, one to be marked over our hearts and one on our arm. When I was growing up, I spent... hours with my family ring, turning it over in my hands, imagining what it would be like to give it to someone one day." He laughs and shakes his head in amusement, knowing his behaviour wasn't typical of any Shadowhunters. Marriage was looked upon as important and significant, but it was still a union, not unlike that of the parabatai and Shadowhunters didn't look at it the same way it was looked at by mundanes. But that's what Luke had always wanted. Discovering mundanes and Downworlders celebrated marriages in such lush, extravagant ways had been exciting to Luke.
He doesn't have his family ring any longer. It had been left behind at his home in Alicante when his sister had chased him out and he hasn't seen it since. He hasn't been a Graymark in a long time, not in the strictest sense of belonging, but the thought of giving Reid his family ring is still something he quite likes the idea of. Maybe he'll be able to have one made, a decent replica if he can properly describe what the crest looks like to a jewelry maker in the city.
"That isn't the ceremony I want," he assures Reid, his hands roaming over his boyfriend's back. It's funny, because as much as he wants to have this conversation, he can feel himself growing distracted. Reid's skin is so so warm under his hands and Luke can feel every movement, the slightest tensing and flexing of his muscles as he shifts on the bed. His hips want to roll closer to Reid, he wants that friction, he wants to flip him over and rub against him until he's hard again, and the very thought sends a tingle of pleasure racing down Luke's spine, one that turns into a shiver he works hard to suppress so Reid doesn't think he's losing interest in their conversation. It's something he very much wants to talk about, but he also very much wants to fuck his boyfriend over and over for the rest of the day. He wants to drag him into the shower and fill the tub with water and let Reid fuck him, too, and the very thought makes his throat dry up and his breath steal from him.
"But I... I do want a ceremony," he says, his voice cracking. "I'd like that, having everyone we care about there with us, being able to have a party afterward. I'll even wear a suit for you, I promise, and it won't be flannel."