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Barry let Leonard pull him onto the dance floor and take the lead, the familiar warm affection filling him as Leonard rested his hand against the small of Barry's back, guiding him further into the crowd. "My hero," --Barry curled his hand around Leonard's waist, appreciating the luxury of Leonard's silk suit, warmed with his body heat— "rescuing me from awkward honeymoon conversations."
"You're rescuing me," Leonard said flatly. He maneuvered them smoothly between two tipsy couples and pulled Barry closer. "Mick just told me that when we come back, I have to officially become the godfather of his forty-eight kids."
Barry grinned, ducking his head to hide it— unsuccessfully, if he went by Leonard's pinched expression. "That's uh. Wow. Congratulations?"
"Don't start," Leonard said. "I told him it was against my religion, but Kayla threw a fit."
"Right." Barry pressed his face to Leonard's shoulder for a second, trying to stifle his laughter. "Isn't it some honorary Necrian thing?"
"You're on her side? I'll tell him you're available for babysitting, then."
"I can't believe you'd do that to me," Barry protested. "Just shoot me with the cold gun while you're at it."
Leonard smiled at that, a small, precious thing, and Barry flushed all over with a syrupy slow contentment. They were married, for real, and everyone he cared about was within easy sight. Everything was close to perfect. When he was younger, he never could have imagined how precious his life would be, how much he'd have to protect in the future. And yet every second, every trial, was worth it.
"Hey." Barry leaned into Leonard's space. "I promise I will never lay eggs in your head."
"You want me to leave you?" Leonard asked without a moment's pause. "Because this is how you get me to leave."
Barry smiled, pulling his hand from Leonard's grasp to straighten the little lightning bolt cuff link at his wrist. "I think you're lying, Leonard. I think you're exactly where you want to be."
Leonard took Barry's hand again and pulled him to the left, avoiding yet another dance floor collision.
"You're so smooth," Barry teased. "I think you could be a thief."
"Please shut up."
Barry was already prepared with another quip when Leonard leaned in the scant space between them and kissed him quiet. It was a very persuasive argument. Still…
Barry broke the kiss and pouted. "You haven't even mentioned my suit."
Leonard arched his eyebrow. "Really, Barry?" He pressed his mouth to Barry's ear, smiling at Barry's involuntary shiver. "You're stunning. You don't need to fish for compliments."
"Maybe I just like it when my husband says nice things about me," Barry said, and he melted all over again at the soft look Leonard gave him.
I really am so lucky, Barry thought, and leaned in to kiss Leonard again.
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