[sorry I missed this yesterday, I was in transit. Schmoopy but no porn.]

They sat together on the edge of the cliff, staring out over the pristine rainforest. Their little moon was completely quiet save for the sounds of animals in the forest and the Ship blowing off steam contentedly. They were on a blanket, actual cloth not Alec's robe, drying off after swimming in the crater lake. Absently, Eliot licked a drop of water off Alec's shoulder, and Alec playfully shoved him back. The tussled for a minute, then settled back, trading long kisses.

They surfaced for air in time to watch the sun set over the forest, heat rising up from the trees into the cool night air. Alec bumped his shoulder into Eliot's.

"You like it?"

Eliot closed his eyes, letting the feelings wash over him. Nothing but his husband, his ship, and miles of wilderness with no Tech in sight. Over the Link the Lieutenant running the operation against the Count's men who were nominally in control of the moon reported that the base camp had been successfully taken.

Eliot pulled Alec into a hug.

"It's perfect."