To anyone else, the inner workings of a museum and the paperwork involved would have been boring and monotonous, but Lachlan loved every word. Not for the revelations it gave him about history or the exciting advancement of the museum into being more widely acknowledge and appreciated. Not even for the new funding grant they'd been given, after one of Cormag's displays drew the attention of multiple newspapers. No, what really hit Lachlan deep in the heart was the passion and love in Cormag's voice. He loved and cherished every moment in that rat race, even second of filing, cataloguing, discovering and sharing that he enjoyed day in, day out.
He would never tire of hearing the happiness in Cormag's voice.
Lachlan slowly lifted his right hand to rest on Cormag's biceps as they danced, trying not to smile at how shy he still was about dancing, even in the privacy of their own home. He had no problem showing affection in public, but dancing was one thing that Cormag had never quite gotten used to. The first time they tried to dance together, in any sort of romantic way, Cormag had stepped on his feet twice, then thrown his hands up in despair.
Lachlan had spent a few days locked up in the library with him, helping him find a rhythm. They started off by standing, pressed up tight together, sharing slow, deep kisses. Cormag had enjoyed that. When Lachlan started to sway with him, letting him get the basic motion as they kissed, he'd felt his hard on pressing into his stomach. He'd taken good care of that immediately after their first 'dance lesson'. Which, of course, Lachlan had turned into lesson number two. After that, Cormag had been an avid student.
“What's got you smiling?” Cormag asked, as they moved together.
Lachlan snapped out of his daydream and beamed at his husband. “I was thinking about how long it took to teach you how to dance with me. And about that incredible first lesson. You've really improved,” he admitted.
“Well, I had a good teacher.” Cormag flirted with him, letting his hands creep around to the back of his trousers. He slipped his hands into Lachlan's back pockets and gave him a squeeze that had his heart racing.
Lachlan bypassed the unnecessary words and kissed his husband in gratitude. He was suddenly relieved that he'd not only packed for their trip in advance, meaning they had more time to themselves later, but he'd also cleared the bed of their luggage. There was plenty of space to make use of the already rumpled duvet.
And he planned to. Just as soon as he could convince his feet to move and ruin this beautiful moment.
