ButteredRobot

Waking up to the thrum of a spaceship was going to take some getting used to. Yellow light flickered into Darwin’s visor and he made a soft tone of activation, rolling over to bury his head in the pillows. He swept through his systems and ran the normal slew of morning diagnostics before curling deeper into the cool, crisp sheets. He felt a light touch against his neck, gentle fingers smoothing over the interlocking metal plates to rest at his shoulder. Darwin dragged his arm up to put it over Fletcher, but his hand landed on empty sheets, bringing a laugh from somewhere above him. “Up here, gorgeous.” Darwin turned his head out of the pillows to find Fletcher kneeling next to his head, his whole body slung over the headboard so he could see through the back starshield. Darwin pushed himself up on his elbows and Fletcher’s fingers trailed off his neck. “Morning, angel,” Darwin smiled. “Morning,” Fletcher whispered back, still looking out at the stars. Darwin’s smile

Waking up to the thrum of a spaceship was going to take some getting used to. Yellow light flickered into Darwin’s visor and he made a soft tone of activation, rolling over to bury his head in the pillows. He swept through his systems and ran the normal slew of morning diagnostics before curling deeper into the cool, crisp sheets. He felt a light touch against his neck, gentle fingers smoothing over the interlocking metal plates to rest at his shoulder. Darwin dragged his arm up to put it over Fletcher, but his hand landed on empty sheets, bringing a laugh from somewhere above him. “Up here, gorgeous.” Darwin turned his head out of the pillows to find Fletcher kneeling next to his head, his whole body slung over the headboard so he could see through the back starshield. Darwin pushed himself up on his elbows and Fletcher’s fingers trailed off his neck. “Morning, angel,” Darwin smiled. “Morning,” Fletcher whispered back, still looking out at the stars. Darwin’s smile

Waking up to the thrum of a spaceship was going to take some getting used to. Yellow light flickered into Darwin’s visor and he made a soft tone of activation, rolling over to bury his head in the pillows. He swept through his systems and ran the normal slew of morning diagnostics before curling deeper into the cool, crisp sheets. He felt a light touch against his neck, gentle fingers smoothing over the interlocking metal plates to rest at his shoulder. Darwin dragged his arm up to put it over Fletcher, but his hand landed on empty sheets, bringing a laugh from somewhere above him. “Up here, gorgeous.” Darwin turned his head out of the pillows to find Fletcher kneeling next to his head, his whole body slung over the headboard so he could see through the back starshield. Darwin pushed himself up on his elbows and Fletcher’s fingers trailed off his neck. “Morning, angel,” Darwin smiled. “Morning,” Fletcher whispered back, still looking out at the stars. Darwin’s smile