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The City of Tharsis
Feb. 15th, 2006 10:26 pmDamn, he loves waking up here in his berth on the Bebop, Beth in his arms, not a sound in the place except the low distant hum of engines on standby and the beating of their hearts. If things were in his control at all (and when have they ever really been? he asks himself), he'd vote for staying here. Despite the risks, despite the always-hungry-forever-broke thing, he'd stay out here with Beth. No more Cooksfield. No more what's the door going to do to us this time?
Just life. Just living.
But things aren't in his control, and they're not in Beth's control. Things just are, and he's not complaining. It's the best time of his life, this past year and a half, every minute of it. Every day is his best day. Every day, he loves her. And every day, she loves him.
A guy can't ask for a hell of a lot more than that.
He nestles against her
(I love you)
and lets his hand run up and down her arm
(I love you)
and brushes the hair out of her sleepy eyes before he kisses her awake.
"Hey." He's whispering. Not because he's worried about anyone overhearing them -- they're alone on the ship -- but because it's a nicer, quieter way of greeting her to wakefulness. "We have a date on Mars."
Just life. Just living.
But things aren't in his control, and they're not in Beth's control. Things just are, and he's not complaining. It's the best time of his life, this past year and a half, every minute of it. Every day is his best day. Every day, he loves her. And every day, she loves him.
A guy can't ask for a hell of a lot more than that.
He nestles against her
(I love you)
and lets his hand run up and down her arm
(I love you)
and brushes the hair out of her sleepy eyes before he kisses her awake.
"Hey." He's whispering. Not because he's worried about anyone overhearing them -- they're alone on the ship -- but because it's a nicer, quieter way of greeting her to wakefulness. "We have a date on Mars."
