[OOC] Fluffy and non-explicit fic!

[theschmotone]

This idea wouldn't leave me alone this afternoon, so you, my audience, get a short drabble that takes place the morning after the "Surprise!" post.  This is totally PG-rated, so there's nothing explicit.  Just short and fluffy, and so sweet it may give you cavities.  You've been warned.

Late morning light streamed in the porthole.  He didn't have his eyes open yet, but Dimo could feel the room growing gently warmer as the early part of the day stretched on.  Here he was, on a new ship, with new crewmates and a new job, but the past had come back for a long-overdue visit.  He hoped that it was going to stay.  He didn't know how he would respond if it left again.


The rope of the hammock was rough against his side as he and Maxim laid close together in its center.  They were rocked slowly back and forth by the motion of the ship, and the soothing motion only made Dimo want to stay where he was longer.  Just another hour or two.  Then he'd get up when Maxim did.  Dimo was an early riser himself, but on this morning, there were very few things that could have convinced him to leave his bed.

He was still reeling from last night's reunion, and the shock of finding one another again after four decades hadn't worn off yet.  He'd think about that later, though.  Right now, the simple fact of Maxim's presence, warm and close, was all that mattered.

At the end of the night, they'd showered and retired to his hammock.  In his half-awake state Dimo smiled at the familiar cinnamon and lavender scent of Maxim's hair.  The two of them had fallen asleep on their sides facing each other, and one of Dimo's arms was wrapped around Maxim's shoulders.  Maxim was still sound asleep, Dimo was pretty certain.  His breaths were slow and even, and ruffled the fur on Dimo's chest with each exhalation.  The purple Jager had curled up into Dimo's arms, and his head nestled close beneath Dimo's own.  Soft, long hair brushed Dimo's chin as he shifted to pull himself closer, and hold on just a while longer.

He ran his hand tenderly down Maxim's back, running his splayed fingers over the smooth skin and lean muscles.  Though he was the taller of then, right now Maxim seemed smaller, more in need of protection, more vulnerable, to Dimo.  He'd heard tales of reunions of long-lost friends when he was a boy, and the words that the storyteller always used were, "it was as if they'd never been parted."  That didn't fit here.  Their meeting had been sweeter and more thrilling for the almost newness of it.  Though promises to see each other again had been made, it was still hard to believe his eyes.  He knew his hands well, though, and they didn't lie.  Dimo ran his fingers back up again to Maxim's shoulders and held him tighter.  He wasn't planning to leave again any time soon.  No matter the circumstances, Dimo was going to stay.
 

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Holy co-winky-dink, Batman! I've been having this very same fantasy/day dream for the past few days. Almost every detail is spot-on. Except of course that Maxim's the one who's awake because I have to see it through his point of view.

Scaaaarrryyyyy! o_o

Also? This made me squee, melt into a puddle, burst into flames, DIE, come back to life, squee again, melt into another puddle, etc...