Anon. Anon my dear, why must you be this cruel? I am very much into BOTH of these ships. So SO into them.
... What if I kinda, idk, smash them together for a bit? Yes. Yes, let's try that. This misses the mark also a bit hope you don’t mind it. Sorry for the wait as well, RL has kept me busy.
Laying on his side, Wolffe watched with half-lid eyes Fox and Quinlan. Fox was laying on his back with the Kiffar Jedi sprawled over the wide chest, Quinlan's head tucked beneath Fox's chin. The two men were fast asleep and Fox's fingers were buried in the messy bun Quinlan tied his locs into while sleeping. They were dead to the world, slack-jawed and Wolffe was pretty sure that Fox was drooling.
He couldn't help but smile at the sight.
It had been months since they had had the time to be together like this.
Wolffe hadn't felt this languid and content in such a long time, perhaps never, and he hoped that the memory of this moment would seep into his bones, imprint itself into his very DNA so that Wolffe could carry it with him forever on.
He shifted a little, pulling his arm from beneath the pillow he had been using and pushed himself into a more sitting position. The two men in the bed with him frowned slightly at the movement but relaxed again when Wolffe stopped to wait.
Once certain that neither Fox or Quinlan was about to wake up, he leaned closer. Pressing a soft kiss on Fox’s slack mouth, Wolffe chuckled when the touch made the other Commander wrinkle his nose and sigh.
He repeated the same with Quinlan although he brushed his lips over the golden line of the Jedi’s qukuuf.
One of Quinlan’s dark eyes flickered open at the touch, hazy with sleep as it tried to concentrate on Wolffe.
“Go back to sleep, Quin,” Wolffe rumbled, already laying down again as well.
“You should sleep instead of staring, it’s creepy,” Fox mumbled, startling Wolffe. A quick look at the other Commander revealed that he was watching Wolffe through his eyelashes.
“How long you’ve been awake?” Wolffe asked, frowning.
“Long enough to know wonder why the kriff you are there and not here,” Fox replied without missing a beat and glanced pointedly at the empty space between Wolffe and him and Quinlan.
Wolffe huffed, rolling his eyes. “Perhaps I was just enjoying the sights.”
“You can ogle us more in the morning. Now move that ass.” Fox shifted Quinlan enough to pat the mattress between them, demanding.
Quinlan laughed roughly at them, the sound stopping the two Commanders snarking at each other but he reached for Wolffe as well, flapping his gracelessly in the air.
Shaking his head, Wolffe scooted closer closing the distance between them.
It took some shuffling but soon all three men were entangled together with both Wolffe and Fox’s arms wrapped around Quinlan, who was now between the two Commanders, the Jedi’s face buried into Wolffe’s collarbone while Fox was hiding his into Quinlan’s locs.
Wolffe felt Quinlan relax quickly, his ribs moving evenly beneath his arm. Smiling, he pressed another feather soft kiss on the Jedi’s qukuuf, ignoring Fox’s huff.
“Just sleep, for kriff’s sake.”
“Love you both,” Quinlan’s deep voice murmured.
