Rain made him happy.
Length: 1500 words
Warnings: Not-very-explicit sex. No spoilers.
Notes: Written for raja815 to the prompt "Sunshine go away today; I don't feel much like dancing." Which probably shouldn't've inspired such a... fluffy fic, but I got reminded of the e.e. cummings poem "i have found what you are like", and also, well, of my love affair with rainy days. Also, crossposted, and the cut is a lie.
( When Jean got out of work (after Roy but before Hawkeye, which was as it should be), the sky was already not so much threatening rain as promising it. )