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Crossposted to AO3 | My 4th Flinthamilton fic | 1785 words

Thanks so much to @flintsredhair for her great beta and advice; and to @thomas-hamilton for the feedback and encouragement.

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Morning birds chirping, breeze through the window, soft linen against his skin, strong warm muscles under his body, heart beating steadily under his ear. The stillness. The peace. James is never going to get used to this. Every morning feels like this isn’t real. Maybe when winter comes, things will be different, but for now it still feels surreal.

He certainly doesn’t miss the rocking of the ship, the uncomfortable bunk, the fights to stay alive, the uncertainty of their future… the loneliness. The only thing he misses is Miranda but that is never going to change and he’s long accepted that.

He always knows the moment Thomas wakes up. The change in his breathing, big hands running slowly up and down his back, finding his shoulders, his ass, his neck, his hair. Blue eyes finding his if he looks up. Then his voice, hoarse from sleep. Unmistakable. Beautiful.

“Do you remember the first time we kissed?”

That’s not the first thing he expected to hear that morning, that’s for sure. But then again, Thomas has the innate ability to surprise him more often than not, so it’s not like he’s shocked or anything… it’s more that his brain still needs to wake up completely.

“Why would you even ask me that?” James frowns, looking up at Thomas. Does he really think he could forget that?

“Well, it’s been ten years. Maybe to you, it feels like it happened in another lifetime… I don’t know.”

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