Pellaeon stood on the balcony overlooking the wooded area that surrounded the hotel, and listened to the sounds of croaking amphibians and watched the fireflies float around lazily. The area was well lit in a beautiful white glow by the planet's two full moons; their reflections bounced off the waves of a nearby pond, illuminated the lilies and reeds that swayed in a soft breeze.
It had been a long time since Pellaeon's nights hadn't been dictated by the chrono. Too long, he felt. Despite what the Empire seemed to think, he had never believed that people were meant to be locked up in ships and tossed into space away from the sun and moon and nature for such long periods.
It felt good to be on the ground, even of he knew it was temporary. Like a weight had been lifted off his chest.
Hands slipped around his waist and he turned to face Thrawn as he pressed himself up against Pellaeon's side. "Enjoying yourself?"
"Immensely," Pellaeon answered as he let himself relax against Thrawn.
He felt more than heard a pleased hum rumble through Thrawn's chest and he pulled Pellaeon tighter against him. "Good," he replied as he tucked Pellaeon's head beneath his chin. "I want you to relax while we're here."
"I know." Pellaeon wrapped both his arms around Thrawn's waist, slipped a hand up under his loose undershirt until he felt warm skin. "You'll have to help me though. Rest doesn't come easy for an old Navy man like myself."
"A simple task. I am quite adept at making sure you find rest." A noise that was almost a purr slipped through his lips as Pellaeon slipped his fingertips downwards until they just barely slipped into the waistband of his pants. "We'll have to start tonight. To make sure we make the most of this vacation."
"Sounds like a plan to me," Pellaeon mumbled with a smile.