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“Happy anniversary,” Ed tells him. He’s got a smile, but he still seems nervous, and Stede absolutely cannot have that. He surges up into him, tugging him down into a ferocious kiss, unable to stop himself from automatically parting his lips and licking into him. Ed grins, his smile going from anxious to delighted; his hands grip Stede’s hips, draw him in. He’s eager in return, meets his kiss with enthusiasm, gives as good as he gets in tilting his head and meeting him beat for beat. They part, Stede peeling himself away so he can ask, desperately, “What— How long— S— What?” “We met two years ago today,” Ed tells him. “If you’d call that meeting,” Oluwande comments. “What else would you call it, then?” the Swede asks. “A living nightmare,” Izzy grumbles. “A naval attack,” Ivan answers, at the same time Roach replies, “A meet-cute.” “Disgusting?” Jim suggests. “Best day of my life,” Ed adds on top of it all, “Or one of ‘em, anyway.”

Fics like we've only just begun

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