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The trip to London had only been in jeopardy for a forty-eight hour period. Inara, as head chef of the HomeGrown Restaurant, had to find a replacement during his time away. It'd been hard enough on the staff without him after the explosion and the handful of days he'd taken (at Arnim, Ardeshir, Ashem and Andy's adamant insisting). Inara... Honestly, he'd not had a vacation in recent memory. He always thought he'd hate it, not knowing what to do with himself, pining for HomeGrown. But with Andy, things were different. Inara was looking forward to going to London with his boyfriend with the same kind of nervous, anxious excitement he remembered getting as a kid when a trip was coming up. Fortunately, Inara had one card up his sleeve. Estelle, the former head chef of the restaurant that he had apprenticed under and taken over for often drifted back through the kitchen to help when the mood struck her. It'd been Arnim's suggestion to call her up and, guilty though Inara felt, Estelle agreed at once and spurned any thanks or praise he had to offer. So now, with London a week away, and all of the logistics taken care of, Inara and Andy could relax and wait patiently. - - - - - When Andrew turned up at HomeGrown to collect him that night with a bundle of roses, Inara made sure to press one kiss to his neck or jaw for each individual bloom. Andy, Inara had learned, loved surprising him. And Inara, he'd also found out, only enjoyed being surprised when it was Andy doing it. After a quick stop by their penthouse - Inara still struggled to wrap his mind around the fact they were living together; it was like a dream; like it was too good to be true - and then they were off again. To wind up at a seaside park where a carnival had set up. "It's so cliche," Inara said, dumbfounded, because Andrew had a tendency to take inherently romantic things and blow them out of the water with how perfect he was, "I love it." They made it through the ticket booth and into the milling foot traffic, discordant chatter, flashing lights and mingling smells of the carnival proper. Inara's fingers were laced through Andy's. He saw the sidelong glance his boyfriend had shot toward the rows of game booths nearby right before asking what they should do first. The only stipulation was the ferris wheel went last. Inara grinned, emotionally dizzy in a way Andrew made him a minimum of five times a day. "I say, who can win the other the biggest, most ridiculous prize gets the window seat on the flight to London," he said, honey-caramel eyes aglow with fiendish light. Yes, they'd have to lug their winnings through the rest of the carnival. Yes, Inara was living for it.

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If he tried, he didn't think he could hide how happy he was that Inara enjoyed the surprise. Or for that matter how happy he was in general. Andy was nearly glowing, radiating love and joy, but only for his boyfriend. With a wily grin at the younger man's words, lining up perfectly with what Andy had been thinking just a moment before, "You're on!" And then they were off, and he was dragging his companion behind him eagerly.[break][break]
Coming to a stop in front of a ring toss game, Andrew pressed a quick kiss to Inara's lips for good luck before he took the rings in hand. His first toss landed perfectly around the neck of one of the bottles, the glass ringing in response to the contact made. As he line up his second shot he threw it a bit too far to the side and missed entirely. He laughed, shaking his head and trying once more. With the third he managed to get another bottle. Looking proud and pleased with himself, he collected the prize and turned back to Inara, medium-sized stuffed bunny in hand. "For you, my love. I believe it's your turn first, though." [break][break]
Watching eagerly and holding the cutesy rabbit plush in hand, he stood beside his boyfriend and positively vibrated with happiness. Andy acted as a cheerleader for Inara, chanting: "You've got this babe." In his lilting Londoner accent with more enthusiasm than a child on Christmas. Arguably, he was in his element the most when he was with Inara, and this moment proved to be no different from the rest. He grinned as a ring caught around the neck of a bottle and for a moment, there was no one else in the world but him and the younger man.[break][break]
As Inara came away from the game with a prize, he traded the bunny for a plush sloth, his heart hurting with adoration just thinking that the other man had remembered that one tidbit of conversation from him. Though he supposed the same could be said of him for remembering Inara's favorite animal. As they moved on to the next game, he couldn't help but steal a kiss or two, eyes dancing in the light from the carnival.

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The light that danced in Andy's eyes pulled a laugh from Inara. His boyfriend pushed toward the aisles of carnival games, towing him behind by one hand. "Isn't it an unfair advantage, you getting to choose the game?" he quipped through a toothy grin, but he didn't really care. The two ended up in front of an iconic ring-toss game. Inara collected his ammunition and pressed his lips in a firm line, sizing up his targets while Andrew gave the first throw. Inara wasn't a jock by any means, but growing up he'd enjoyed physical activity and been on the fringes of the athlete circles of his school. Dexterity, too, was something Inara had, physically. No one knew the kind of finesse that went into perfectly folding an omelet in half without tearing it; masterfully poaching an egg without breaking the yoke; etc, etc. Inara gave Andy - who was grinning like the devil, but twice as sexy - a stern look and let his first ring fly. One heated, but fond competition later and Inara hugged the bunny plush to his chest, beaming. "You remembered," he said, somehow both pleasantly surprised and not at all. Of course Andrew would remember - just like him with the sloth in reverse - but that didn't change the way Inara was touched. Burdened with their prizes, Inara and Andrew ambled further along the avenue of games. His boyfriend was brimming with an insatiable energy and Inara accepted every kiss that came his way more flushed than the last. Finally, he paused and caught Andrew's wrist, bringing them to a stop slightly between two game stalls, out of the foot traffic. The flashing, multicolored lights sparked and splashed through Andy's eyes and plunged the tattoo on his neck into dark relief. Inara caught that inked image with one hand, holding his lover still so he could deliver a more serious kiss. It was slow and ponderous, in the shadows between those two stalls, but eventually Inara broke apart, leaving his lips so close to Andrew's that they kept brushing feather-light against one another while he breathed. "I-" he started, but something interrupted him mid-sentence. Inara turned, eyes searching, and drifted further between the games, the hand that'd been on Andy's neck dancing down his shoulder, then his bicep, then his forearm to clutch loosely at his wrist and draw him along, too. The sobbing and quiet words that'd distracted Inara turned out to be coming from a little boy and what Inara took to be his slightly older brother; maybe a friend, but they resembled each other too much. The older boy was trying to soothe, awkward, but well-meaning. "-ust a game, Trey. You can have mine if you want." Inara put the pieces together before the overheard words. The younger kid shook his head bitterly. "I don't even like dinosaurs," he pointed out. Inara's hand fluttered up to Andrew's chest, flattening there and, with a soft look, instructed him to stay there. Walking forward, he exchanged a few gentle words with the pair, talking about how he remembered coming to carnivals with his brothers growing up. Inara didn't want to toe the line of patronizing, though, and casually held out his bunny, encouraging the younger boy to take it - that he was too old for it, anyway. The kid confusedly reached out and took the plush, face lighting up. "Now go eat a funnel cake, okay?" Inara said, and shooed them off. They darted, in that gangly, half-stumbling way that kids run, off between stalls and into the brighter light of the carnival. Inara winced, looking at Andrew apologetically. "I'm sorry," he started to say, because he really had loved that bunny more than he ever thought, as an adult, he would adore a stuffed animal.

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With a heartfelt smile, he nodded to Inara for a moment, before being drawn into the shadows between the two stalls. In return for all of the kisses stolen, his boyfriend took one of his own, leaving Andy nearly breathless in the dim lighting. As they drew back once more, his breathing resumed thinly, face and neck flushed from the passion that one kiss contained. For a time they stood there pressed close, and his eyes fell to Inara's lips, darting back up to his warm eyes at the sound of his voice. [break][break]

What ever he'd been about to say was interrupted, and for an instant Andy was confused, until he heard the weeping as well. He followed close as Inara pulled him by the wrist, searching for the sign of the the cries. With purpose, the younger man led them to what appeared to be two young brothers, the smaller rubbing tears from his eyes. Andy could tell immediately that Inara was relating to them, so he nodded when motioned to stay, watching with kind amusement and adoration as his boyfriend gifted the little boy his stuffed animal. [break][break]
His mind slipped into a tangent with that, immediately wondering what it would be like to be a dad. If he was honest, he really hadn't ever considered it, or what he'd do. But watching the other man perform the kind act, he imagined as perfect as he was, he'd be a great father. A softly sentimental feeling crept in as Inara returned to him and apologized. Shaking his head vehemently, he brought his hand to the younger man's cheek, caressing, and running his thumb along his bottom lip. "No need to apologize." He answered simply, stealing another romantic kiss from him and attempting to pour all the love he could muster into it.[break][break]
Breaking away, he grinned, tucking a stray lock of hair behind Inara's ear. "I'll just win you an even bigger one then." A polite laugh, and a more serious look of adoration followed as he let his hand drop to twine together with his boyfriend's. With a sideways glance in front of him, he met Inara's eyes once more, feeling he could positively bathe in the affection there, and nodded ahead of them. "I believe it's your turn to pick. Just to make it more fair." There was a teasing quality to his voice, despite being showed up moments before, but the cockiness was an act overshadowed by the wistful, lovesick look he gave the other man.

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Andy's eyes were shining brighter than ever before when Inara came back to him, bunny-less. The older man shook his head and reached up to cup Inara's cheek. The pad of his thumb traced the outline of his bottom lip and Inara shuddered. Andy had to know how that particular gesture made Inara's bones melt and flood ignite. There was no other explanation. The urge to collapse into Andrew's arms was stolen by his lips. Inara felt a mixture between a moan and a hum of contentment shiver through his lips, the tone running its gentle vibration straight into Andy's own. Inara was lightheaded when the kiss broke. He looked at his boyfriend in surprise, delight and curiosity. There was something different about that kiss than the one they'd had just a minute before. Inara wanted to ask what it was, but didn't want to break the spell. Instead he let himself be escorted back toward the bright lights of the carnival proper, dazed and recovering from the buzz the drug of Andy's lips had given him. "Like you ever play fair," Inara quipped back at him when Andrew said it was his turn to choose a game. Because, in Inara's mind, there was nothing fair about Andrew Tozier at all whatsoever. Not in how effortlessly perfect he was, how overwhelmingly romantic, how just the way he breathed, or smiled, or looked at Inara made his insides ache like hunger pangs. Nevertheless, Inara chose the next game, which involved knocking over plastic ducks that rattled along on conveyors for points. In a tragic turn of events, while Andy handed him a much larger bunny plush, grinning like a jerk, Inara hadn't even earned so much as a keychain for his boyfriend in return. "I should be mad," Inara said, walking away holding his indirectly-won prize under one arm, the other slung around Andy's waist. "But he's really, really cute."

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Andy laughed in response to the remark, grinning mischievously. "I don't know what you're talking about. I am a pillar of fairness." He didn't manage to get the words out without breaking his composure and giggling. His expression was still overcast with pure adoration however, and he admired Inara openly, looking wistful and doe eyed as ever between their witty banter. As they moved on through the carnival through the bright lights, his boyfriend decided on their next challenge.[break][break]
Walking up to the game booth, he allowed Inara to go first this time, watching him attempt to knock the cute little plastic ducks off of the moving belt. It didn't go quite as well as the first game had, and he offered an empathetic smile to him as they traded places. Andy quickly realized he should have picked this as his first game, because he excelled unreasonably well at the game, knocking duck after duck off of the little conveyor belt. As the bell rang, he stepped over and grabbed the biggest stuffed bunny the booth had, smiling big as he returned with it and handed it to Inara.[break][break]
As they began walking away from the game, he laughed as politely as he could at his boyfriend's seemingly sour tone. With a sly smirk that always meant trouble where Andrew Tozier was concerned, he quipped back. "Aww thank you. I know I'm cute." Comically he winked afterwards to show he was kidding, and pecked Inara's cheek.[break][break]
They went on like that for a while, playing games and outdoing each other as best they could, though neither of them managed a bunny quite as big as the one he'd won at the duck game booth. Eventually Andy demanded they go on some rides, and while they sat on a ride dubbed "The Scrambler" that reminded him of a very large kitchen mixer, he held Inara's hand and smiled. For a moment, he forgot he wanted to say something, just watching in awe as the shifting of the ride brought a smile to his boyfriend's face. Andy was pretty sure, not that he'd ever want to especially not now, that he could die happy right here with the younger man beside him. "I want you to have the window seat on the flight to London." He said, meeting Inara's eyes. The look on his face made it clear it wasn't up for debate. "I can always get the window on the way back."

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One game bled into the next, one moment into another. If Inara wasn't smiling, he was laughing, and if he wasn't doing either of those his lips were busy taking his turn to steal kisses on Andy's cheek or, more usually, their intertwined fingers. At the end of the gauntlet, Inara had fought bravely but came up inarguably short. They took a brief intermission, loading their prizes into Andrew's car and, in the quiet of the moment, fought lip and tongue for a few minutes before heading back into the carnival. From there, the couple started on the rides. On one of them, Inara's laughter was interrupted by Andy's voice, projected into his ear over the pulsating music churning from the mounted speakers all around. Inara smiled at him, his hair flowing this way and that with the pitch and pull of the carnival ride. He'd expected it as soon as it was clear Andrew was going to win their little competition. Actually, he was surprised it'd taken this long. "I told you you never play fair," he half-yelled through the din. The ride rattled to a stop, sending Inara lurching forward a bit at the last. He climbed off and turned around to help Andy after him. He waited until they'd gone far enough that the various music pouring from each ride was distant enough that they could talk without screaming. "You know, if you were going to insist I take the window seat no matter what, you didn't have to agree to the terms of our verbal contract," Inara said, eyes glinting with sly humor.

. . . And then I learned the truth How everything good in life seems to lead back to you And every single time I run into your arms I feel like I exist for love. . . eos @andy

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Accepting the help down from the ride, he threw a wicked smile at Inara in response to the affirmation that he didn't play fair. Hand in hand, they strolled to a slightly more quiet area, and the mischievous look melted into one of humility. Andy smiled and brushed a strand of unruly hair behind his boyfriend's ear, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of his nose before pulling back just slightly. "You're right, but my goal wasn't the window seat the whole time. My prize is just getting to be around you." His nose wrinkled for a moment, as if he just realized what he'd said, and he laughed at himself. "That sounded really cheesy. I'm not going to apologize though, because I meant it."[break][break]
Their next destination was the Ferris wheel, and Andy couldn't contain his excitement. Of course, it was much smaller that the London eye, but he was unbothered by that fact. As they took their seats, their legs pressed together in the close quarters of the little uncovered cab. The ride shuddered to life, and slowly they began their ascent up to the top of the wheel, making two or three revolutions before finally stopping them at the top as the operator let the bottom seat occupants out. Frozen at the top of the ride, Andy looked out over the ocean, catching a refreshing breeze. Their fingers were intertwined together, and he gave Inara's hand a soft squeeze before leaning to rest his head on his boyfriend's shoulder, breathing a sigh of satisfaction.[break][break]
"I know I'm not always the best at communicating my feelings, and I apologize for that, but...I just wanted you to know, that you make me the happiest I think I've been in my whole life." He bit his lip meekly, feeling the vulnerability that rushed in after the admittance and shored up his defenses, willing the fear away. He buried his face further against Inara's shoulder, nuzzling against his neck, content in that moment just to hear the younger man's pulse.

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The simple act of Andy tucking a stray lock of Inara's hair behind his ear made his neck warm. The kiss to the top of his nose made his cheeks color faintly. "That's your real superpower, Andrew. The ability to take things that by rights are cheesy and make them-" he shook his head ruefully, but love shone through his honeyed eyes, "perfect." Most unfair of all, that should've-been-cheesy explanation completely sunk the debate. Inara couldn't bring himself to care about window seats or their loving competition about them, because it was just like Andy said. They'd be together no matter what, so it would be impossible for Inara to be anything but happy. The ferris wheel rose in front of them. One part of Inara was sad for that. It was the climax of their date, Andy had said. Which meant it was drawing to a close. Another pointed out that the sooner they had the carnival in the rearview mirror, the sooner they'd get back to their apartment. Where Inara could punish Andrew properly for how breathless he'd made him all evening. His boyfriend nuzzled in close, head on Inara's shoulder when they were stranded at the top of the ride. And again, Andy opened his mouth and stole the air from the younger man's lungs. Inara's hand found his boyfriend's and laced their fingers together fiercely. "I feel the same way," he murmured, lips pressed into Andy's hair. "It's like... like my life only started the day you showed up with your adorable apron to help me in the gardens." Inara's eyes misted over at the fondness of the memory. He smiled, wide and tickled. And then a CRACK went through the air. Inara jumped but surprise turned to wonder, turned to laughter as fireworks started blooming in multicolored flowers in the air above the waves, set off on the shore down below. Inara's laughter stifled when he turned to look at Andrew. There, beneath the light and color and sound, with the world spread in a blanket beneath the two, Inara started kissing Andrew like he never had before.

. . . And then I learned the truth How everything good in life seems to lead back to you And every single time I run into your arms I feel like I exist for love. . . eos @andy

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