Eli screamed into his sleeping bag once again, not hearing the soft beep and mechanical glide of his door opening. His face still buried in the slippery material, he also did not see anyone enter his room. But he did, however, feel someone sit down beside him.
"Are you alright, Eli?" There was no mistaking that smooth, alluring Scottish accent.
Regaining his composure, Eli sat upright and met eyes with Rush, who was kneeling next to him. Eli grinned sheepishly. "Yeah. I think that maybe all of this drama has finally caught up to me."
Rush grinned as well, patting Eli on the back. They stared at each other for a minute, not really thinking of anything. The ship jerked, coming to an abrupt stop in its course of FTL. Eli fell backwards against the wall, thankful that he was not standing up. Rush also fell that direction, ending up with his back mostly against the wall, one leg over Eli's, and a surprised expression on his face. Eli was completely aware of the closeness between them, and prayed that Rush wouldn't find anything unusual in his face. Rush looked over at Eli, who returned the slightly startled look. Rush reached a hand around Eli's neck and quickly leaned in and brought their lips together. Eli was extremely thankful that he didn't faint, and instead returned Rush's kiss. It wasn't totally passionate, and neither was it shy and timid. It was familiar. It was like they had been doing this forever.
