All of me, you take now, like criminals and shakedowns

[assassinwithahairpin]

It had been a hard past few days, far from anywhere. They were in Colorado now, some mining town that made it a little easier for Billy to blend in because of the number of Chinese workers for the mine and the railroad. They'd decided to stay for a few days, long enough for the horses to get a good rest, and to have a bed under them for longer than a moment.

Their room at the hotel was relatively large. There was a tub--they'd both used it--and a balcony. They'd smoked. Billy had gotten them marijuana and opium this time, to roll with his tobacco, carefully marking the cigarettes with which was which. Tonight, it had been opium, and Billy felt a lovely, warm haze in him; half the smoke, half the gin they'd been drinking since dinner.

He was laying on the bed, watching Goodnight, when it struck him. For all the world, he didn't know why it had taken him quite so long. But looking at Goodnight, out of his jacket and waistcoat and with his sleeves turned up to show strong forearms, Billy was suddenly keenly aware that he could spend the rest of his life with this man.

He smiled softly at the thought.

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[assassinwithahairpin]

"Opium is good for sex," Billy mumbled against Goodnight's chest once he'd pulled up the blanket. The warmth washed through him slowly, the deep affection and comfort of the moment.

Softly, he whispered, "I love you, Goodnight."

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"So you keep saying. I seem to recall you offering it every time you think I need to calm down." More often than not, Billy was not wrong. Everything in him felt warm when he heard that whispered affection. He kissed Billy's hair. "I love you," he answered, just as soft.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy hummed a little bit, a smile infusing his words: "Opium and sex are both good for calm." It made him laugh, slightly, like he was being especially clever. Exhaustion was starting to chew in at the edges. He tilted up to kiss Goodnight, soft and slow.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"You're not wrong," he laughed. "But together I think the are a recipe for sleep." He quieted with Billy's kiss and held him close, content to feel him, to know he's nearby. "Sleep, mon cher. We'll dance more tomorrow."