Where's Home?
Wash slammed Maine back against the wall, ripping at his helmet. When he got it off, Maine's face was wet with sweat, his hair a jumbled mess. Maine barely had chance to take a breath before Wash's mouth closed over his.
Maine fumbled with the clasps on Wash's armor, neither able to get to the other's body quite fast enough, it seemed. The kiss was broken momentarily, only as long as it took to pull off this or that piece of armor before being back at one another again. The broken-down remains of the building offered the perfect opportunity for a little tryst beneath the stars. Whatever roof the structure had once afforded had long since collapsed, leaving only broken walls to hide their activities from prying eyes.
They finally managed to get one another stripped down to nothing, wasting no time in their eagerness. It had been a long day and they were ready to be done with it and get on with what they really wanted - each other. Hands, mouths, bodies pressed and moved together with fervent need, gentle laughs and lust-filled moans mingled in the night air and soon two tired, sweaty bodies were curled up with each other, staring up into the darkness.
Maine was resting back against Wash's chest, Wash absent-mindedly caressing Maine's. Wash's eyes were closed and he let out a little hum, perfectly delighted with how his life was going. Everything was perfect.
"So weird," Maine hummed. Wash didn't need to see his face to hear the smile in his voice.
"What is?"
"Just.. being able to see the stars," he said. "You don't see anything in New York, lights drown everything out. I had to leave Earth just to see the stars."
"Can't imagine," Wash said.
"Where was home for you?"
"I grew up in a cabin in Oregon, way out in the sticks. My brother and I would lay out in the field at night and find the constellations."
"I didn't know you had a brother?" Maine said, turning a little in Wash's arms to see his face.
Wash was silent for a few moments before he replied. "He died a few years back."
"Oh shit, baby, I'm sorry." After a few more moments silence, Maine gathered that Wash was not wanting to talk about it and let it go, moving a bit more to press a few gentle kisses to Wash's mouth. Wash let him ease away the ache that always came when he thought about it, let it slip away again. He didn't want to hold on to pain and loss when he had Maine wrapped so wonderfully in his arms. Didn't want to think about death with the man who made him feel so remarkably alive.
Before long, Maine was snuggled back in Wash's arms. Both of their eyes were closed and Wash's hands were moving softly over Maine's body. God, he could get used to this. He wondered what it would be like if the war ever really ended and they didn't have to be out here. He thought about bringing Maine out to Oregon, thought about what it would be like to not have to hide.
Wash wasn't so sentimental that he would try to get a civilian marriage or anything. Things like that had never interested him, but then he had never given much thought to the possibility he'd have anyone to feel this way about. But he could almost see himself growing old with Maine. He could almost picture a laid-back life together away from fighting and regulations and armor... sleeping in a real bed. Sleeping in on Saturday mornings! Not having anyone hanging over their shoulder to suspect them of doing.. well, of doing exactly what they were doing.
He chuckled a little. Maybe the military had a point. This clearly was a distraction from their duties, but of course, he didn't care one bit at the moment. They weren't on duty at the moment, and had no real reason to have to stay in their armor. But there were so many delightfully tantalizing reasons to be out of it. Maine's nude body pressed against his...
"Maine?"
He got no response. He smiled and shifted to a slightly more comfortable position. His love was sound asleep in his arms, and he didn't care about anything else in the universe. This made everything worth it.
It was almost like being home. Sleeping out under the stars, the crisp night air making everything seem more real around him. He could even get a faint scent of pine trees when the breeze shifted. No. No, this was being home. Where ever Maine was, that was home now. That would always be home.