They were lounging on Jean's bunk, Marco laying with his torso against the wall
with Jean's head in his lap. Jean sighed contentedly, his lover was running long
fingers through his hair and his other hand was slowly running up and down his
shoulder and arm.
He loved moments like this where everything was perfect and
serene, even if it only lasted a couple of hours. He cherished it.
Jean opened his eyes to see Marco staring down at him with a soft, loving smile and hooded
eyes shining with love. Jean brought his arm up and put his hand on the back of
Marco's head and brought his face to his for a brief kiss.
"I love you so much." Jean whispered against his lover's lips. Before Marco could answer he
felt the scene start to fade and dissipate. Jean opened his eyes, the memories
of the dream still fresh in his mind.
"Mmmm Marco I just had the best dream…"
he trailed off as he looked at the empty bunk next to his. Oh. Right. Jean
grabbed Marco's old pillow. He refused to let anyone wash the linens as they
still had a faint scent that was purely Marco. He brought the pillow to his face and
inhaled deeply. He choked as the tears started flowing and, not for the first
time since Marco died, cried himself back to sleep.