Ah yes, his birthday has come around again. And this year, Jack has an extra special treat in store for him. Early in the morning, Jack slips out of their bedroom to pilot the TARDIS to their restaurant. The one that they always seem to go to for special occasions, ever since their very first date. As always, there’s a table set for two, but because it’s earlier in the day, the beach is practically empty except for a stray waiter or someone walking their dog.
It’s the perfect setting.
Jack’s waiting there for him, glasses of mimosas and a plate of croissants at the ready. There’s two wrapped presents in front of him, one largish one and the other much smaller, about the size of a ring box. Come and find him, husband.
Koschei exits the TARDIS dressed to the nines in natty formalwear that he rarely breaks out since the birth of the twins: featuring, of course, the red and brown tie. The moment he steps onto the sand he richly chuckles. He knew it. That romantic bastard always remembers.
“Sam McCoy, where ARE you?” he thunders languidly, extending his hand into the air for a kiss, and as he spots the table, he drops jovially into his chair. “For ME?”
“As if you didn’t see this coming,” he says, dutifully kissing the extended hand, once on the knuckles, once on the back of the hand, and then he just goes for it and kisses all the way up his arm until he gets that sweet spot on his neck. As Koschei sits, Jack pushes his chair in for him and drops down to murmur in his ear, “happy birthday, sweethearts.”
He moves back to his own chair, lifting his glass of (non-alcoholic) mimosa at him. “Here’s to another year of living with your magnificence.”
Koschei laughs self-indulgently, rolling his head to and fro. He scoots in his chair with an air of entitlement to the gorgeous specimen doting upon him, but at the same time, one of quiet astonishment, still, to have landed such an idyllic life: without having to feign being anyone more palatable, more desirable.
“You know you’re my birthday gift, you cur,” he voices this coyly, turning his head to catch that loving whisper in a kiss.
And he lifts his own mimosa, and clinks the glass decisively against Jack’s.
“Here’s to another year sharing my magnificence with only my darling Sam and our darling babies. Now enable my unbridled avarice and let me open one of these gifts before we eat.”
Thank you so much to @natalunasans for sending me two Made to Move Barbie bodies, one for Thirteenth and the other one for my new Secret Project (I’ll post about it soon !)
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