Quiet Night
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Night had fallen and the stars began to drop from the sky. They shot out and then disappeared, falling prey to the portal of space. He had built up a roaring fire, using some gunpowder from the cache and setting dry palm branches and sticks on fire. It had worked wonderfully. He now lay on the sand, basking in the warmth of the dancing flames, leaning back with one knee pointed to the dancing stars. He had always loved the night. It was better for everything: sneaking, hiding, and of course, loving. Such a beautiful night should not be wasted.
But Athrun couldn't seem to go to sleep with Cagalli's leg intertwining with his, cradling her petite body with his own. The cabinet meeting had lasted for hours today, and it was Cagalli that had dozed off, though it was him that was suffering jet-lag.
He fleetingly wondered if this was one night he would remember and laugh to, as there was their first meeting in the deserted island in the corner of the world. Cagalli had laughed when he proposed the idea of making a bonfire by the beach, saying that he never thought of him as the romantic type. But when your girlfriend was a tomboy princess that could have anything she wanted, rose bouquets and chocolates bonbons were totally out of the question.
Yet, after a make-out session in the beach that ended with her falling asleep in his arms, Athrun knew perfectly that this was what he wanted. Even though he wasn't a dreamer, he wished that this moment could last forever.