Sweet summer nights under the starry canopy
Final part of the amazing @huxlolidays list of summer prompts
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For their first five yearly vacations, Hux insisted they spent them in the same cottage on Scarif he’d found Kylo in. Mainly because Kylo really hated the view, which in Hux’s eyes constituted a sufficient punishment for Ren’s year of disappearance, and secondly - it made Kylo especially determined not to leave the bed the entire week and that was the main purpose of the whole vacation business, if you asked Hux.
Of course, on the fifth summer he slipped and accidentally gave away how much he hated sand. Kylo crowed in triumph.
“I knew it was just pretty words,” he laughed in Hux’s face as he carried him over the sand into the water.
“I haven’t talked ugly to you in five years so you’ll have to be more specific,” Hux informed him, clinging to his neck in case Kylo had the idea of dropping him ass first into the hateful grainy material.
“When you told me you’d have stayed here with me. Big words.” Kylo was treading into the sea now, surf splashing around his ankles. His voice was teasing, easy grin on his lips, no reproach there. Of course, he watched Hux enough times, giving soaring speeches in the Senate and laying down weighty promises tailored specifically to the ears of those he needed to sway onto his side. Of course he’d think everything was just rhetoric exercise to Hux.
“I meant every word,” Hux told him. Arms still tight around Kylo’s neck even though they were waist deep in water now.
“Hux.” Kylo stopped, feet planted wide, gazing down on Hux with a gentle smile on his face. The late afternoon sun was reflecting off the water and making his eyes shine like pure amber.
“You were the Supreme Leader of the First Order back then, and already working on establishing the Empire. Don’t tell me you’d give up on all that to live in a small seaside cottage with me.”
