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[goddamngrenades]

Smut, Gen, Angst, Fluff, Anything, Everything.
PFL era, Post war, Pre Canon, AU, whichever
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[goddamngrenades]

"I will wake you up with another one, fair?" He kisses Wash's forehead and rolls over, tangling their legs together. "It's okay to give a damn, alright? I know that kinda got beat out of us but- it's okay."

[beforeblue]

"I think that's acceptable, yeah," Wash replies. The kiss is warm, intimate in a way that was very different to sex, but no less important. "It's dangerous," he says earnestly. "It gets you hurt, one way or another. It's hard to let that happen again."

[goddamngrenades]

"So? We get hurt. We get up again, we walk it off." He shrugs. "Can't keep the world away forever, David. Took me a long time to figure that out."

[beforeblue]

He laughs a little, unhappy despite it. "It was caring that made the Director do what he did." He'd loved Allison so much she'd become his obsession. "Look where that got us."

He closes his eyes. "It worries me okay? Either side I choose I'm a monster."

[goddamngrenades]

"It was not learning to let go that made him do what he did. We lost people. We'll always lose people, getting bitter over it, clinging too hard to the past? That's what made it wrong." He combs his fingers through David's hair, nuzzling his temple. "How does helping this side make you a monster?"

[beforeblue]

He shouldn't let this go on. It makes things too hard. But moving just... isn't going to happen. He's already too invested. "You think there aren't thousands of innocent people on the side of the Feds? People who are too scared to defect. It's a civil war, not aliens trying to wipe us out. It's messy."

[goddamngrenades]

"Then we try to swing a diplomatic treaty." It's what he'd rather do in the first place, to be honest.

[beforeblue]

"Yeah. Yeah, we'll do that." His shoulders slump. "I'll see if we can set something up. Has to be someone willing to talk."

Stalling. He's stalling. Like if he can just delay for long enough then he can fix things before York finds out.

[goddamngrenades]

"Trick is talking Kimball into it and then getting word over without being shot." He drums his fingers on the ball of Wash's shoulder, considering. "Could try an encrypted wave but that'll take some doing."

[beforeblue]

Wash hums softly, leans in to press a kiss against the curve of York's neck. "This is quite the pillow talk. You make a habit of talking politics in bed?"

[goddamngrenades]

"When it makes who I'm with feel less like a monster, sure." Concerns, David, he has them. "We'll talk about it in the morning, yeah?"

[beforeblue]

"You don't need to babysit me, York. I should be able to figure this stuff out on my own, without dragging you into it." He smiles, presses a quick kiss to York's lips. "Yeah, in the morning."

[goddamngrenades]

"Thing is you don't have to figure it out alone anymore, remember? I'm here." To help as much or as little as Wash needs it.

[beforeblue]

"Yeah. Just takes a little getting used to. Not worked with anyone in a while." He closes his eyes and settles back. "You know you've got drills to run in about... six hours right?"

[goddamngrenades]

"Mhmm. I'll get enough sleep." He runs on about four hours anyway, but fine. He tugs up the blanket at the foot of his bed and lets himself doze, hoping for a good, quiet night.

[beforeblue]

"Make sure you do or I'll tell Kimball and get her to institute mandatory rest breaks."

He's warm enough without the blanket, but curls up beneath it when York pulls it over them anyway. Maybe he'll actually sleep decently for once.

[goddamngrenades]

Surprise- it's a quiet night. A dreamless sleep. All close and comfortable and hazy and his internal alarm doesn't start kicking him till about five hours later.

[beforeblue]

He hasn't slept that well in a while. Not without being half dead with exhaustion. It gives him time to wake up slowly, savour it, before he starts to wriggle out from beside York.

[goddamngrenades]

York stretches little by little, cracking an eye open to peer down at David. "Good morn'n, sunshine."

[beforeblue]

He pauses, glances back up at York. "Do you have any lines that aren't incredibly cheesy?"

[goddamngrenades]

"Um..." He props himself up on an elbow, considering it for a moment. "If I said I liked your body would you hold it against me?"

[beforeblue]

Wash groans and flops back on the bed, not able to keep himself from laughing. "Well one, the answer is yes, obviously, and two... that is some middle-school flirting right there."

[goddamngrenades]

"And yet here you are, in my bed." He kisses the corner of Wash's jaw, dragging himself down in a steady path from his chest to his navel, licking and nibbling here and there all the while.

[beforeblue]

"No-one ever accused me of having good taste in men." Now there's a good way to get woken up properly. He slides back to where he'd been lying, tangles his hands into York's hair as the other man starts to kiss hiw way down his body.

[goddamngrenades]

"You have the best taste, shush." York tilts his head and bites at the angle of Wash's hipbone, licking the welt that comes after. "Say nice things about me or I'll quit."