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Meet the Ackles from "Measurable Means" | for
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My Prince five years after "Upon and By the Grace of God" | for
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Once upon a time, Jensen thought that would always be the way of things between Gilboa, his beloved country, and Gath, the country of his beloved. He'd believed the two proud nations would clash and come to ruin, but that was before Jensen seized life, seized the opportunity given to him along with the man who'd held such promise.
And for five blessed years, the Princes Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki had known only peave between their countries.
A cool breeze brings the scent of tea olives in bloom to Jensen's nose. The sweet smell always reminds him of the vineyard, in whose gardens the bushes grow tall and full. There is so much Jensen loves about his home by the sea, miles away from Shiloh and Joshua's royal mansion. In the last few years, the sprawling stone villa and expansive lands have become the place where Jensen can truly be at peace with himself, relaxing in the light of a perfect sunset, or amongst the fields and orchards surrounding the house.
Standing on the lawn above the rocky shoreline, Jensen's reminded of the first time he brought Jared here. They'd escaped from Shiloh as soon as the peace accord was signed and declared official, and Jensen had stood in this very spot letting the weight of all he and Jared had accomplished settle upon him. He felt close to God at that moment, awash in a ray of light strong enough to penetrate the clouds, and felt his parents' love at the same time. Jensen knew they would have been so proud, and as Jared approached to stand in his rightful place at Jensen's side, he knew Gilboa's former king and queen would welcome Jared into their light.
Now, Jensen wipes away a tear caught at the corner of his eye. He's simply glad to be home.
"I thought I'd find you out here."
Jared's steps fall softly on the grass. He comes up behind Jensen and stops, winding his arms around his husband's waist.
"Where were you?" Jensen asks, leaning into the familiar embrace.
"I fell asleep," Jared admits, laughing. "Three weeks without a decent night's sleep caught up with me. I decided to take a nap before unpacking."
"Decided? Or did you just sit on the bed halfway through and fall asleep?" Jensen's well aware that his sleepy husband is no match for a soft piece of furniture.
"Speculation like that gets us nowhere, my Prince."
Before they were married – an unnecessarily extravagant affair in Shiloh that nearly toppled the mighty Helena – Jared rarely used such titles unless formality necessitated them. But once Jared was sworn in as royalty in his own right, those names became a teasing game. Affectionate nicknames shared in jest where no one, especially Helena or Joshua, would hear them.
"I love Josh, but I was glad he didn't ask us to stay longer," Jensen says. "I've had my fill of politics to last a lifetime. What about you?"
"I don't know, some of those council meetings were thrilling." Jared sways, yawns right against Jensen's ear. "But I enjoyed being King for a few weeks, I wouldn't say no to doing it again."
Jensen times his breaths to the heartbeat he can feel behind him. "As Joshua's brother, I was the King. You were the Queen."
"Then I made a fantastic Queen."
Jensen laughs. He and Jared had returned to Shiloh for nearly a month while Joshua and his new wife honeymooned far away from the city. They had ruled in the King's place, gracing public and private events as the perfect royal couple and indulging the press as reporters fell all over themselves for the story of what the Princes had been doing in all the time they spent away from Shiloh. As a result, Jensen and Jared had slept very little and were rarely given moments alone.
Coming home to the vineyard feels like a necessary rehabilitation before Jensen can even consider his royal obligations again.
They stand together as the sun begins to set, Jared leaning heavily on Jensen's shoulders. He wouldn't be surprised if his husband is dozing right there.
When they eventually move inside, Jensen asks, "Where's Francis?"
"I sent him home," Jared says, pulling Jensen into the kitchen. "I sent everyone home, actually."
Jensen raises his eyebrow. "You want to starve?"
"I wanted you to myself for a few days. We'll survive, I promise."
"Who's cooking dinner?"
"I am," Jared says. He tugs Jensen against the granite countertop and lifts, plunking Jensen right on top.
"Jared..." He moans in pleasure as Jared kisses him, telling him without words that they'll be spending the next few days just like this, wrapped up in each other with no space left between. Jensen's had enough of work, obligations, meeting, and reporters coming between them.
"Jared," Jensen repeats when his lips are swollen and flushed. "You know you can't cook."
"I can try, I snuck into the mansion's kitchens a lot when we were there. Helena and the staff showed me some new tricks. I swear," Jared says, "I can at least cook pasta now without scalding anything."
"I can make the sauce?"
"I think it's safer that way, yeah," Jared tells him.
The two Princes make a mess of the kitchen after that, caught up in the ease of being alone with only each other. Wine flows, beautiful amber liquid from the vineyard's own grapes, a product of their own hands, and by the time they finish eating, the kitchen is a mess and Jared and Jensen have collapsed in the living room with silly smiles on their faces.
"That was fun," Jared says, the alcohol making his words sloppy. Jensen tries to turn in his arms, caught in the soft cushions, and kiss the rest of his words away. "We should sleep here."
"We should sleep upstairs. Big bed, lots of room."
"But you could get away from me." Jared shakes his head, blurry eyes coming back to Jensen's face. "And I want to keep you right here."
"I promise. I promise I won't try to move, but Jared..."
"Yes, my Prince?"
Jensen groans. "This is so uncomfortable, I can't feel one of my legs."
"Mmmm, that's just from all the wine."
Trying to yank Jared off the couch is fruitless – the man has only gained strength over the years – and Jensen only manages to tug him onto the floor. Fortunately, Jared doesn't think the hardwood is nearly as comfortable as the couch, and he follows Jensen upstairs.
Their balcony doors are flung wide, letting the evening breeze freshen their room. They tumble out of their clothes and straight into bed. Jensen's aroused – being next to Jared, it's impossible for him not to be – but the rest of his body protests the needs of his flesh.
True to his word, he let's Jared wrap him up, never more than a breath apart.
"In the morning, you're mine," Jensen vows, whispering his promise against Jared's lips.
Jared pulls him even closer. "Forever, I am yours."
FIN.
Lovely. Thank you hon!
Love the tone - love how their emotional as well as physical exhaustion comes through and yet it's all so tender and loving. Love the conversation - the characters still comes across as strong with only a few words and conversation.
Just - LOVE THIS <3333!!!
And 'my Prince' :swoons: XD!!!
All the little ficlets were PERFECT Kels <33