Fics like The first time that you kissed me, I drank dry the river Lethe

“I love you.” It was a rainy Sunday morning, threatening to turn into a rainy Sunday afternoon as they lazed in bed in a cottage very much, though not exactly, like Daisy’s, in a Scotland very much, though not exactly, like their own. Jon lay with his head on Martin’s chest while Martin played absentmindedly with the long, sleep-tangled curls of Jon’s hair. In response to Jon’s admission, he gave a warm, contented hum. “I know it’s bad form to say that before we’ve had our first date, but–” Jon said with a soft chuckle. The absurdity of their situation always struck him at odd times. “Jon, we live together,” Martin laughed, before Jon’s words fully hit him. “Wait, what do you mean? Yes, we did. Remember? At– Oh, right.” “Hmm?” Jon rolled over so that he could see Martin, and so that Martin could see his puzzled frown. “At Upton House,” he explained in a quiet murmur, voice suddenly soft and mournful. “I always forget you don’t remember.” “Can you tell me about it?”

Fics like The first time that you kissed me, I drank dry the river Lethe

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