For Kierra!
The sun rose over the horizon, extending it's beams like long spidery fingers that eventually scared away most of the shadows with it's impending grip.
Pavel Chekov hadn't seen a sunrise like this in ages. Six months in reality, as that was the last time the staff of the Starship Enterprise had been given shore leave. Pavel was glad the Federation had finally given them a break; everyone was looking pretty drug-out, and drop dead tired. Even their vivacious captain was showing signs of extreme stress and exhaustion.
"What're you doing up so damn early?" Speak of the devil. Kirk shuffled out on the deck of their rented cabin, squinting irritably at him.
"Sorry Jim. Did I wake you?" His lover didn't answer him, instead grunting at him before burying his face in the younger man's shoulder.
"Wanna go back t' bed." The Russian couldn't help but smile at the captain's slurred speech.
"Then go back to bed." Pavel was sure to make his tone easy, gentle, though a slight note of teasing slipped in.
"Not without you." Here, Jim pressed his face into the warm skin of the other's neck. "Come back to bed, sweetheart." Jim coaxed, and who was Pavel to decline such a sweet request?
Maybe later they could watch their first sunset in six months together, but Chekov decided that none of that mattered as long as they were together.
And he fell asleep in warm, strong arms, thought revolving aroumd sunsets, sunrises, and wonderful love.