York’s always had a thing about seeing the stars. More self-indulgent cuddling fic in the same vein as ephemeral.
The idea for this came from a prompt list — there was a “space AU” prompt, but since RvB’s already set in space, I got to thinking about it from the other way around. So naturally I wrote this instead of the prompts I actually got. A+, me.
“You ever hear of astronauts?”
The question comes in the hazy quiet they share when they’re done messing around, when they fall against each other and find what comfort they can in warm skin and rough hands. It’s always a few degrees too cold out here in the stars, even if they turn the heat up as far as it goes, but there’s a warmth that comes from curling up in each other’s’ arms that’s more than body heat.
Wash doesn’t even look up — York can hear him just fine from here, anyway, and he’s about as comfortable as he can be with his head pillowed on one of those broad shoulders. “Astro-whats?” he asks, letting out the word with a drowsy rumble.
“Astronauts. You’ve never heard of them?” York’s not as tired, yet. There are times when he is, because a night with Wash in his bunk often saps every last bit of energy he has in the best of ways, but they’d both taken their time with it tonight, enough that they’d been left with nothing but the warm, hazy exhaustion of pleasure.
“Am I s’posed to?” Wash says, letting his eyes close against York’s skin. He keeps his room dark at night, as per regulations, but York has a thing about seeing the stars, and he can still see a patch of light through his eyelids.
York snorts in amusement, the noise muffled in Wash’s hair. He brushes a couple idle kisses over the crown of Wash’s head, fingers dragging along his spine. “Mm. Makes me wonder how much attention you paid in history class, is all.”
“Course I paid attention,” Wash huffs, though it’s too soft to compete with his usual indignation. York grins to himself as he smears another kiss over Wash’s head. “I just don’t remember astrobots.”
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