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Johnny shifted slightly in Simon’s arms, nuzzling his cheek into his bare chest he was resting against. The warmth of his skin against his own caused a pleased hum to slip from his lips. His sleep mused brain didn’t even register that he’d made a sound until he got a questioning hum in return. He grinned into the warm chest, shifting just enough to press a kiss to the light dusting of hair that hid some of the lighter scars that crisscrossed the torso he was using as his personal body pillow. The pleased hum that he felt more than heard as it rumbled through Simon’s chest had that tingling surge of want simmer through his own chest, but he ignored it, content to just enjoy the peace and softness of the moment. Something they didn’t get to cherish often with there always being something to do on base or some far flung mission to prep for.
Johnny let his hand explore the expanse of warm flesh beside him, trailing his fingertips across the dips and hollows broken and marred by scars both old and new. Tracing the silvery lines that told a story of survival and determination far beyond the limits of most men. He mapped every inch of him, needing to know every dip and hollow, every jagged break in the smooth expanse. He smiled into the sleep warm skin as he felt the light press of lips against hair as a soft murmur of contentment rumbled from the chest beneath him. Johnny tipped his head back against the solid press of Simon’s arm that was cradling his head against him. He felt his lips stretch pleasantly as a smile spread across his face at the adoring gaze that met him as he looked up to check in. The unmasked face of his love, open and vulnerable with absolutely nothing hidden from him in that moment.
“Love you,” Simon’s deep voice washed over and rumbled through him, making his chest clench with just how much he loved this man. He stretched up enough to press a tender kiss to the scar that traversed Simon’s face, ending just below his lips, the gnarled and jarred line pulling and marring his bottom lip’s shape just enough so that a lone tooth showed through. Johnny felt it pull and shift beneath the soft press of his lips as Simon smiled at the attention.
“Mo chridhe,” Johnny murmured into Simon’s stubbled chin as he continued on his quest to map out Simon’s chest and continued to press gentle kisses along his jaw and down the line of his throat. Eventually the slight strain on his neck had him nuzzling his head back into the comfortable spot he’d made for himself in the crook of Simon’s shoulder. He hummed contentedly as he felt Simon’s arm squeeze him gently and another press of lips met his hair.
He relaxed into the warm skin surrounding him, letting his hand settle in the hollow of Simon’s chest, his palm gravitating to the spot where he could feel the calm beat of Simon’s heart against it. He let his eyes slip shut as the steady beat lulled him back into a soft quiet space of contentment of dozing. Safe in the comfort of the arms of the man that had against all odds had let him into his heart and behind his walls. A place he would run to every time and take for granted, understanding just how much it took for him to be allowed in. Johnny had vowed that while he drew breath he would do everything he could to continue to earn that privileged space in Simon’s heart and give him every bit of his own.