Ganymede laughs, leaning back on the bike and holding Ash close by the waist, bissfully happy. "Yes, Ashley," he chuckles, pulling him in for a long, sweet kiss. "Yes, I will marry you."

He rests his forehead againsst Ashley's, giddy still and unwiling to let go. It was so much that he'd never had, never expected or thought he wanted until Ash. He wanted to stay here in this embrace forever, and know that no matter how long it took him to get his words out, his lover would stay.

"You are ridiculous, and I love you," he chuckled, looking at the ring on his finger and the stone it held. He loved the scrollwork and detail on the sides, and the color-changing stone that he recognized. "You got zultanite," he murmured, obviously touched. "From where I'm from."