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They were always friends, growing up together as kids. Learning things together, becoming Commanders, Marshals so much so, the true leaders of their respective troops, joined at the hip, what a pair!
Alas like time, life itself can be so cruel, the two drifting apart before they got to say the words so much needed for the other to hear, perhaps small words they were and yet the most meaningful ever, within them so much more meaning.
As time went on, the war taking its toll on both of the commanders of war, still keeping in touch here and there, often enough making a few days binge of the shore leave ahead.
Often though despite being drunk like a virgin bull, the words spoken as a slur, did contain the truth, those very words they were, the we ones never dared out spoken sober, now, suddenly all over.
And so, something changed, a switch, being turned…
Lying with a seething headache the morning after in the arms of one’s bestest friend in the galaxy like no other, the bend they had enjoyed during their leisure days taking their toll, but as life would have it, all them well kept secrets having finally been revealed for the other to hear and see.
The nakedness perhaps the very first clue, as to what had ensued…
“Hey!”
“Hey!”
“So, that happened.”
“Yeah it did… happen. “
“So, do we chuck this foo as a too much of liquor stupor or then, something else?”
Gazes connecting, then a hand reaching, touching, the face so familiar, scars become the norm, searching looking for something there, anything really, or something, more?
“Do you think it was to blame? The alcohol?”
“No.”
“Neither do I.”
“So, confession time?”
“Yeah, confession time.”
“I love you Foxy.”
“And I love you Codes.”
“Guess I always have, this way I mean.”
“Yeah? Well, it’s not news to me either.”
“So, we all good?”
“Yeah, love, we’re good.”
A kiss, then another, a third shared. Their night together never a mistake having been made, rather a prelude to the something more, a natural continuation to it all.