Spirit sighs contentedly; it's been a while since they've been alone like this.

The weather is warm and humid; it's the middle of summer just off the coast of the Caribbean, after all; but with the porthole open, the gentle sea breeze is enough to make up for it. Regardless, they're both dressed lightly, and lounging on the bed on top of the blankets. Spirit is lying on his back, one arm across his chest and the other behind his head. Long Range is lying on his side, head propped up by an elbow rested on the pillow. He smiles down at Spirit, both of their eyes half lidded from exhaustion; both of them had returned from missions that morning, and all both of them really want to do is sleep, but this is their only chance for some alone time for a while, and neither of them are about to pass that up.

Spirit reaches up and brushes hair from Long Range's eyes. He hasn't bothered tying it up, or maybe he purposely left it loose because he knows he likes it when it's down, he's not sure. The other man cups the side of his face with the hand not keeping his head supported and brushes his thumb along Spirit's cheek where it meets the indent of his eye, and he closes his eyes in response. The mattress creaks as Long Range shifts, dropping his elbow so that he's now lying with his head on his arm, still stroking the dozing man's face. Spirit's hand, still extended, moves to play with Long Range's hair, sloppily braiding it between his fingers.

"Usted es hermoso." Long Range breathes, leaning forward slightly, his nose brushing against Spirit's cheek; his Spanish isn't exactly up to par, not considering who he's dating, but he knows a compliment when he hears one. He's about to turn his head and kiss him when Long Range shifts his face again, his lips coming to rest at the back of Spirit's jaw. Slowly, he kisses his way up his jaw, making him shudder. When he finally reaches the point of his chin, Spirit tilts his face down quickly, capturing him in a kiss. Gently, he puts his hands on Long Range's chest and pushes him onto his back, crawling half on top of him to compensate. One of Long Range's large hands travels to his shoulder, and the other to the small of his back; he feels the one on his shoulder ever so lightly playing with the tips of his hair, making a small smile distract him from the kiss. He tilts his head up ever so slightly, opening his eyes to look into Long Range's, who's smiling just as gently back at him as he starts rubbing his back. One of Spirit's hands moves up to stroke his hair; the sun is just barely starting to set, and he can't help but admire the way it casts light shadows across his lover's face. Long Range is meanwhile thinking the same thing as the hand at Spirit's shoulder moves to the back of his neck.

"This is nice." Spirit says softly, his voice huskier than usual from lack of use and exhaustion. "Being here like this. Just the two of us. That doesn't happen a lot." Long Range gently tangles his fingers into Spirit's hair, and Spirit compensates by cupping the side of Long Range's face with the hand formerly stroking his hair. The older man leans into the touch and blinks slowly, then nods.

"Yeah." he replies, his voice equally as soft. "It is."

What he doesn't say is that it's probably not going to last very long, because any minute Duke is going to beep them to deliver their reports, and after that it's back to work—tired from their missions or not. After all, the long period of time between when they get back and when they get called down is meant for resting—sleeping off the ache and tiredness, and whatever else they happen to want to get rid of after a long mission.

But tired or not, they'd much rather spend their time like this.