Some Domestic Drarry fluff please?
The phone rang once, twice, three times, making Draco roll his eyes as he pulled it out of his front pocket. “Sugar Baby” flashed on the screen before he slid it open. “This better be good, Potter. I’ve just stepped off the plane.”
The voice at the other end sounded groggy in response. “What fucking time is it?”
“For me or for you?”
Silence, as if a pause in deliberation. “Both, I guess.”
“It’s 2:30 in England right now. And it’s 10:30 here in Taiwan.”
“Why am I awake so early?”
Draco laughed. “You set an alarm for when my flight landed so you could make sure I was alive”
“Ugh,” Draco can hear him roll over in their bed. “I hate myself. Why would I do that. I must like you or something.”
“I would hope so,” he replied, holding up his left hand to the light, studying the silver-white band on his ring finger. “You did ask me to marry you, after all.”
“Gross. I don’t even like marriage. Why would you let me do that?”
“The only way to stop you from asking was if I physically pushed you over. So, that wasn’t an option.” Draco murmured, walking over to baggage claim and watching as the different suitcases began revolving around on the conveyer belt. “What’s done is done, however. And I did say yes. So you’re stuck with me.”
Harry sighed, most likely sitting up in bed and flicking the lamp on, if Draco heard correctly. He could imagine him running his hand through his hair a few times and rubbing at his eyes. “I guess being stuck with you isn’t the worst thing in the world.”
“Wow, what a relief.”
A soft laugh came from across the line and across the ocean and Draco felt a pang in his chest, imagining his fiance alone in their bed for the next two weeks. He hated when work took him so far away and Harry couldn’t join him. But, Harry had courses starting and Draco had business to attend to. “I miss you already,” Harry said, voice wistful.
“I miss you too.”
“Let’s never be separated again, yeah?”
Draco smiled and rolled his eyes. “Well, when I quite my job and you stop teaching uni students, then we can talk.”
“Ugh,” Harry groaned. “I don’t like that. Money is dumb. i just want you in my bed.”
“Our bed, you bastard.” Draco chided.
“With that bitchy little mouth of yours all over me.”
“Save your horniness for when I get home. And don’t do anything rash until I come back, okay?”
“Like driving myself off a cliff?”
“Or putting bleach in your tea.”
“Or maybe getting on a plane and flying to Taiwan to see you in person.”
“Yeah, definitely don’t do that.” Draco said sternly, though his smile had grown inexplicably throughout the conversation. “You should go back to bed, darling. Text me when you wake up again?”
“Yes sir,” was his groggy reply. “I love you.”
“I know.”
“Say it back.”
“No.”
“Draco!”
“You’re being childish.”
“I’m pulling up plane tickets right now. Here we gooo,”
“Potter.”
“Say it back.”
“I love you too, you moron.”
He could practically see the victorious smile on Harry’s face. “Yay! Goodnight, love.”
“Good morning, darling.”
He pressed the end button, his mood much lighter, and grabbed at his luggage before walking out into the Taiwan heat to find his cab.
