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[It had been about a couple of weeks since they rented this little cabin, or as Clay likes to think of it, a one-bedroom apartment. Clay's been incredibly content here, enjoying spending so much time with the person he loves most, and while the planet's been making him uncomfortable, it's worth it to share his thoughts and feelings with Allen. Even if it's kind of on a weird level sometimes.

And maybe they've been enjoying just how incredible it is to physically touch each other in this place. Maybe that's why their clothes are all over the floor while they sleep in the bed with nothing but the blanket covering them up. Maybe that's why Clay feels absolutely satisfied when he wakes up first, stretching his limbs out before letting them settle around Allen again, cheek against his jaw, just taking in the warmth that comes from waking up with his boyfriend.

It's one of those mornings where Clay decides to just stay in bed for a little while and wait for Allen to wake up. He takes the time to reflect a bit, thinking about the day, the time he's spent here and out in space, how far they've come, the possible trajectory that they're following... his mind wanders, as it's oft to do when he's got nothing on his schedule at the moment.]

[Allen, all the while, slept comfortably in Clay's arms. He seemed completely relaxed in his slumber, no nightmares had come to pass and he felt secure where he was. The past couple weeks had honestly been nothing short but a vacation for him. Perhaps a much needed one.]

[And while dreams didn't seem to transfer through the touch, waking thoughts sure did. So after awhile, Clay's wandering mind begins to flow into his, causing him to stir.]

Mmm...

[What time is it...?]

[Ah... Clay woke him up. He lets out a quiet, sleepy little sound as he ducks his head, pressing his mouth to the curve of Allen's neck.]

[ Earlyish? I don't know sorry did I wake you up? ]

[He lets out a tiny tired groan as he shifts against Clay, still feeling comfortable in his arms]

[ Think so- ]

Mm, it's fine. [His eyes blink open a couple times, as he starts to stretch slightly out] I like waking up next to you.

Mmm. [He shifts his head back up to free his mouth, a drowsy contentedness and the warm feeling of intimacy that comes from being so close to his lover likely being felt through the physical link they're sharing.] I do too. Could do this every night.

Ah, I'm not sure we could pull off last night every night... [He says so in a mild teasing manner, even if he knows full well what Clay's getting at. Being together, waking up next to each other. Starting the morning together.]

[Come live with me]

[The thought comes out before Allen really think about it. Hell, he's too tired to even think about it- or the idea Clay could hear.]

[He chuckles at that first part, knowing where Allen's getting at there. Yeah, okay, they couldn't do that part every night... Fun and amazing as it was.

The second part... makes another warm feeling pass between them, and Clay curls his arms around Allen in more of a hug while moving his head to gently press his forehead to the back of Allen's neck.]

I want to.

[ But I'm the captain and I love my crew

Someday ]

[And there's a sense of yearning, yet the responsibility and affection he holds for his crew holds him back. But even with that, there's a surety that they'll be able to live together someday, like there's no doubt at all that it'll happen someday.]

[Oh, that thought got heard didn't it. Blush of embarrassment spreads across the bridge of his nose. He definitely hadn't meant for Clay to hear it. He knew about Clay's crew, that he couldn't just drop everything and move over to the blue fish. It's why Allen hadn't brought it up before.]

[But Clay's answer...even if it wasn't a direct yes, it was still more positive than he was expecting. There was a small swell of happiness, to accompany that warmth.]

I know. Your crew's important.

["Someday".]

...Promise?

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Promise on the stars.

[Which was basically a promise he absolutely meant to keep. He loved falling asleep and waking up with Allen beside him, hated having to say goodbye, missed him when they were away from each other for more than a day. They have their own sets of responsibilities and crews that they can't abandon, which is why Clay couldn't ever ask Allen to come live with him instead.

But someday, some kind of compromise would be reached. This is something he wants to hold on to, something special. The path they merged on - he wants to see it through to the end.]

[That makes him smile. He trusts Clay to keep his promises, and he also knows that nothing is more sacred to Clay than the stars. So yeah. It's good enough for him]

Mm...then I promise too.

[One day it'll happen. He can believe in that. He lets out a content sigh and there's a moment of quiet before he speaks again, with slight amusement]

Hey, remember the first time we woke up together?

[Oh, does he ever. A little memory flashes as he feels a bit of exasperation: of waking up and immediately regretting everything in his life as he looked at the communicator that was buzzing - and some of Allen's hair beside him.]

Ugh, yeah. That was what, our second date? My everything was sore for days.

[He ought to be used to it, having developed a knack for being able to sleep anywhere relatively quickly, and thus end up asleep at his study area a lot. But the hard floor? Still the worst place to sleep on.]

[Whoa another memory goes by in his mind, clearly one of Clay's. This one makes him laugh a little, and duck his head to against Clay's shoulders.]

Yeah, our second date. It took forever to wash away the smell of waystation. [Seriously, it's a very distinct smell] It's funny how things turned out after that.

[He hadn't been looking for a relationship. Or had been expecting to wake up alongside Clay again. But well, here they were]

Funnily enough, I agree.

[He gives a grin in return. But he can definitely understand the sentiment; he wasn't looking for a relationship either, had just wanted the poor guy to know that he was dateable. Yet... even during their first date, Clay felt something there. Not love at first sight, not really, but... a connection, of sorts.]

You remember our first date? That was...

[... Wait, when was it? He takes a moment to think back, and when he remembers, excitement and awe starts to build, like a trickle at first, only to grow more and more.]

Whoa... Whoa, Allen, do you remember when that was?

[...Whoa that's a lot of excitement over reminiscing. Allen's not the best at keeping track of time, so he isn't immediately following along]

Um...I think we were at that blue planet? With the islands?

Well, yeah but -

That was in August! [Clay sits up, though he still keeps contact with Allen, the excitement making him give a big grin.] You know what that means? We've been dating for eleven months now!

[Which, yeah, isn't a year, but it's still pretty huge. They've been dating for almost a year now! Just one more month!]

What?

[Okay now that makes him sit up, surprised and confused]

Eleven months-? No way, it can't have been that long already..!

Yup! I remember, our first date was August 16th. So just about a month from now, we'll be dating for a whole year!

[Clay, meanwhile, still feels that excitement as well as growing anticipation. Oh man, he needs to think of what to do for it, and - wow, eleven months! He hadn't really thought of it until now, but the thought makes him incredibly happy.]

Wow...

[Yep. That math is definitely right alright. A whole year...it didn't feel like it. It hasn't felt that long. Then again, it also feels like he's known Clay for much longer than that.]

And to think, we're still not tired of each other.

[He laughs a little at that statement, arms wrapping around Allen's middle while he leans in to nuzzle his nose against Allen's cheek]

Not at all.

[ wanna spend a lot more months with him ]

[Like Allen's thought about living with him, that one thought of Clay's is uncontrolled, escaping before he can think about it. But hey, the sentiment is true.]

[That thought causes him to smile. A wave of happiness, warmth and love goes through them both. His own hand lays on top of Clay's, and he shifts so he's leaning into Clay's hold]

You will.

[ I'll be with you until the end...whatever that means. ]

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