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Sans ~ Moments

The cool night air blows gently around you as you sit on the hill. The grass gently tickles your skin as it brushes against your arms. The glow of the campfires below flickers in the night, and you smile down as you watch the men of the 17th joke and relax.

Your eyes land on Jawa Squad, where Tie and Steele are recreating an embarrassing story that Hex had hoped would never again be retold, having suffered enough teasing from it already. Bomber and Aid laugh along, nudging Hex every so often at a particularly funny part. Tie is barely able to get through his words without cracking up.

There's one person missing from Jawa Squad, and your smile grows as you sense him coming up to you. Legs appear on the outside of your own, and a chest presses up against your back. Strong, safe arms wrap around your center as a chin rests on your shoulder.

You hum contently, closing your eyes and relishing in the close moment with your commander. Rarely do you get to share these peaceful nights together, especially where you're away from Coruscant. Sans's breath tickles your neck as he turns to nuzzle his nose against you. You giggle at the action, reaching a hand up to hold onto his cheek. You turn your head and meet his gaze. It's soft, content, loving.

You relax further back against him, closing your eyes as he leans forward to connect your lips. It's soft, slow, and it feels as though he's waited a lifetime to do so. And he has, or at least to him it feels that way.

When he pulls back, you give a slight whine of disappointment. His chest shakes against your back as he lets out a quiet chuckle. He trails a finger over your cheek as his eyes outline your features.

"You're memorizing me again," you say quietly, opening your eyes to look at him.

"If I get separated from you, or lose you, I'll go crazy if I can't picture you perfectly."

"You'll never be without me, Sans," you say, reaching up to hold his cheek. You feel the stubble that has been unattended for the past few days as it scratches your palm. He leans into your touch, humming as his eyes continue to take you in.

"Even if that's true," he starts, "I need to be able to see you in my dreams."

"Seeing me when you wake up isn't enough?" you tease, but he shakes his head.

"Nothing is never enough when it comes to my need to be with you. The very flame of my soul burns for you."

"Mmm," you hum as you close your eyes and shift slightly so you could rest your head against his shoulder. "I would say something romantic in response, but I'm too tired to think of anything." Sans chuckles again, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I guess you just don't love me the same then," he jokes.

"Definitely not. I'm in love with Steele, actually." Sans scoffs at that, glancing down at the mentioned vod as he continues telling stories, now one that you assume was supposed to be scary with how he was jumping in Hex's face. Hex, however, just stares at him, much to Steele's annoyance at the lack of reaction.

"Steele? You could at least do better than him, like Bomber or Hex."

"But Steele's funnier. Look at him," you say with a small laugh, "he's the life of the party down there."

"Is that what you want? A funny party boy? Because I can be that," Sans says.

"Hmm, I think I'm okay with what I have now," you respond.

"And what do you have now?"

"The perfect person. Someone who loves me, who I know will take care of me. Someone I know will always be by my side and will put up with me through all of my moods and bad days. Someone who will comfort me through pain, and who will brighten my day. Someone who will make the best day even better."