#I DON'T REMEMBER A G-FLAT IN THE CHORUS

[dracwife]

still loving you

ship: terminally good ↳ sam/dexter

word count: 1268

a/n: what if we held hands and played piano together aha just kidding...unless...

It was with the soft and melodic tones that reverberated off of the den's walls did Sam try to draw his husband from the kitchen. A routine that they'd fallen back into, Sam's attempts to feat Dex's rather penchant to pick a song from any attempts he made to play, intentional or not -- and so became their game of cat and mouse, a strange way to beat the other perhaps craving out of lost time together, they often did so at any chance (they blamed frequently their need to be together); Sam would by ear play a song and Dex would Name That Tune! or more often as it came to be, correct a sour note here or there, considering the vastly different tastes they held in music.

He played a note or two, head tilting slightly as he found his footing and pondered his next song, the clatter of dishes as they were piled into the sink cutting distinctly the soft elegance of the grand piano.

"Are you sure you don't want help?" Sam offered again, tapping absentmindedly at what he recognized no later to be B flat, making somewhat of a rhythm.

"I'm almost done anyways," Dex appeared briefly in the doorway to the kitchen, towel in hand, "Are you stalling?" he smiled slightly.

Sam scoffed lightly and turned his attention towards the instrument in front of him -- but admittedly, he was stalling, at a loss of what to play, exactly. He looked around the room, nearly missing the notebook that was tossed haphazardly under the bench beneath him, only realizing it was there after kicking it gently after trying to gain some sense of comfort as he thought. He figured it was Dex's, and though there was some guilt in prying (he had to remind himself they were married now, he had no reason to feel guilty for looking, as if his husband had something to hide, let alone leave said thing out in the open) he fingered through the few pages that were filled with various thoughts and notes, mostly chemistry, some biology here and there, until he landed on a particular page donning a staff and some sort of composition to accompany. It was unfinished, hastily written, likely done in a fit of boredom Sam thinks, but nonetheless he sets up the notebook and glances over the notes before letting his hands work the keys, just as Dex had transcribed them.

It was a strange combination of notes, almost familiar he thinks, but not quite right --

"You were closer the first time," Dex's voice draws Sam from his studying of the strange song.

"Huh?"

"It's supposed to be played in G minor, I just didn't write it in."

"Huh," it was distinctive this time, Sam looked again at the notes as he played, B flat, he muses to himself as he understood the comment then.

"It's...Familiar."

"It should be."

Dexter took his seat on the bench next to Sam and leaned gently against him, closing his eyes as letting out a slight sigh of fatigue, "It was played at our wedding."

Sam studied the music again, brows furrowed in both concentration and frustration, he had a photographic memory, not an acoustic one and it was ever so inconvenient at times like these.

"Play it again, Sam."

"It's not finished."

"I know."

Nonetheless he played again, slightly faster as Dex had cued, eyes still closed as he rested so quietly against him. The chemist then hummed along, and as he did Sam found himself remembering vaguely the song (he blames silently his memory still coming back to him, but not entirely there yet) and playing along without the accompaniment of the sheet music, pausing slightly just before the chorus as the words then came rushing to him, Dex mumbling them softly as the buildup begins, peaking just before it's lyrical equivalent to the title,

"Is there really no chance to start once again?" Dex moves slightly to peek up at Sam, "I'm still loving you."

"I didn't know you played," Sam asked aloud, not truly questioning rather than just curious.

"I don't. But I learned while you were gone. Made me feel like you were still here somehow."

Sam relaxes back, satisfied then with the epiphany and answer. He broke the silence only when a single thought intrigued him, "We played that at our wedding?"

He felt his husband's head nod gently against his shoulder.

"Not a very romantic song, is it?"

"Not at all," he concedes, "But it's what was playing when we first met."

He remembered, then.

"MIT, I was visiting for a guest lecture --" he smiles, reminiscing.

"And I was there to help with undergrad research --"

"And I was crossing the street to get to the lecture hall --"

"And I ran a stop sign and --"

"Nearly ran me over is what you did!"

"I stopped," Dex countered.

"Yeah, after I had already said my final prayers."

"Oh you did not."

"At least you offered to make it up to me by asking to buy me coffee after."

"Hey, almost taking you out gave me the opportunity to take you out is all I'm saying."

They shared a small laugh before relaxing back against each other, Sam's arm coming to rest around Dex's shoulders, holding him close enough to rest his head atop his husband's.

"For what it's worth, I'm glad you're a horrible driver...Even if you did almost kill me."

"Well it made a lasting impression, at least."

"That it did," Sam looked down towards Dex and, when they met eyes he found himself stealing a kiss, smiling into the affection before kissing him proper; Dex's head then rested back against Sam's chest, and he felt the low rumble of a muted chuckle as Sam laughed lightly again.

"I'm glad you're home, Sam."

I love you.

"So am I."

I love you, too.

"You know what else played at our wedding?"

He felt the vibration of Dexter's hum of acknowledgement against his chest.

Though he at first struggled to find some way to maneuver around his obviously tired husband, he soon pulled Dex somewhat into his lap, arms fitting perfectly around the frame of his waist to reach the piano. He didn't mind the obstruction of the keys, muscle memory took over as he began playing.

"Phil Collins?" he heard the muffled inquiry, Dex's head now resting comfortably in Sam's neck.

"Genesis, technically."

"Our first dance."

Sam let out a sort of hum of agreement, still just as deftly playing as he would had he not been distracted by the gentle kisses placed upon his neck and obvious smile against his skin thereafter.

"Teach me to play it sometime?"

"Of course," Sam's hands came to rest down at Dexter's waist after he guides his head upwards and away from his shoulder so they could see the other as they spoke, though he took this opportunity to kiss his husband once more -- he savors the feeling, of being here, being home, holding the love of his life in his arms here as himself and the taste of his lips, sweet, and he indulges himself in the sugary warm sensation until he's sure his heart's racing and the rush of it racks his brain just desperate to know he wasn't dreaming, and that he truly was home again. He stops only to reassure the other, their mouths still pressed together so gently, he mumbles against the other's lips so afraid to let go of the moments they had together after so long apart:

"We have all the time in the world."

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