Moonlit Affections

Samson loved it when Ward took him on trips. He usually got nervous about leaving Earth for the first time, but once he was out in space he would relax. He knew that Ward would keep him safe and he was never disappointed.

This time Ward had taken him to the moon. It was a place Samson knew well from books but had never seen in person. He looked down at the barren surface of the moon as they drifted down from their ship. “Why are we here Ward?”

“We need to have a talk,” Ward said with a smile. “It just seemed like the right place for it.”

Samson’s heart sank. This didn’t sound good at all. “A talk? What kind of talk? About us?”

Ward nodded, he flipped his visor up so Samson could see the look on his face clearly. “Yeah Samson, I want to talk about us.”

Samson swallowed hard, there was something in his husband's eyes that made his stomach twist into knots. “What about us? Have you been feeling neglected? We haven’t been able to get together much lately because of my work schedule...”

Ward laughed and shook his head quickly. “No no babe I know that this last month has been hard on you but I don't blame you for being tired. You do more than your share around here and I love you for it, honestly I do but…”

Samson felt tears forming in his eyes and he willed them away before they could fall down his cheeks. “But what? I don't understand why we are here if everything is not okay…”

Ward reached up and pulled Samson close to him, cupping his cheek with one huge hand and wiping away a few tears with the other one. “Babe please listen, okay? I'm not trying to make excuses here but after last weekend my brothers kinda gave me shit about being a bad husband so I've been thinking about what I could do to make it up to you."

That made Samson laugh despite himself and look up at Ward affectionately, "You can't be a bad husband! You're perfect! Please tell me what you've been thinking about."

"Well first of all that little stunt you pulled last week nearly killed me," Ward said with a mock scowl, "which doesn't bode well for our sex life if you keep trying to kill me off."

Samson blushed as he remembered how he'd surprised Ward by wearing nothing but lacy lingerie underneath his uniform last week when they'd gone out to dinner with some of Ward's friends. There had been no end of teasing after that night and now Samson wondered if that was what this whole trip was really about. "I'm sorry baby," he said sincerely, putting on an apologetic expression even though he knew it wouldn't help anything at this point, "I won't do it again if it makes you feel better."

Ward chuckled and shook his head, his grip on Samson tightening ever so slightly. "No, it's not about that, babe. I loved the surprise, don't get me wrong. But it made me realize that we've been neglecting our spark, our passion for each other." He paused, a serious glint in his eyes. "I don't want to lose that, Samson. I want us to keep that fire burning."

Samson's heart swelled with a mixture of relief and anticipation. He leaned into Ward's embrace, his voice barely a whisper. "I want that too, Ward. I never want to lose what we have."

Ward smiled, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. "That's what I like to hear. That's why I brought us here—to remind ourselves of the beauty of this world and what we have together." He released Samson and held out a gloved hand. "Come, let's explore the moon and rediscover the magic."

Samson grasped his hand firmly, feeling a surge of warmth and hope spread through him. Together, they stepped onto the lunar surface, their footprints marking the untouched ground. They walked hand in hand, marveling at the vast expanse and the stillness that enveloped them.

As they strolled, Samson couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of wonder. This moon, this silent sanctuary, was a stark reminder of the boundless possibilities in their relationship. The troubles and hardships they faced back on Earth seemed small and insignificant in the face of the infinite unknown.

Ward stopped and turned to face Samson, his eyes filled with tenderness. "You know, Samson, I don't want us to lose sight of what really matters in all the chaos of our lives. No matter what challenges we may face, I want us to always remember the love we share."

Samson nodded, his voice tinged with emotion. "I couldn't agree more, Ward. Our love is the anchor that keeps me grounded, that gives me strength."

Ward reached out and brushed his fingers against Samson's cheek. "And it's the same for me, Samson. You are my rock, my everything."

In that moment, as they stood together under the vast moonlit sky, Samson knew that their love was unbreakable. Despite the imperfections and hardships they had faced, they had come out stronger. And now, amidst the lunar solitude, they were reminded of the importance of nurturing their love, of cherishing each other.

As they continued their moonlit adventure, Samson felt a newfound sense of purpose. He knew that their relationship would thrive, that they would always find a way to conquer whatever obstacles stood in their path. With Ward by his side, the sky was the limit, for their love was a force capable of defying gravity.

And so, hand in hand, they explored the moon together, etching memories into the lunar soil. In the quiet serenity of the cosmos, they rediscovered the magic that had drawn them together in the first place, vowing to keep that flame burning bright for eternity.

As they gazed at the Earth from the moon's surface, Samson's mind filled with possibilities of their future. And he knew that, no matter where their journey took them, their love would remain constant, an unyielding force that would guide them through the darkest of times.

Together, they basked in the moon's ethereal glow, knowing that their love was infinite, transcending the boundaries of time and space. And as they left the moon and returned to their spaceship, Samson felt a renewed sense of hope. The journey ahead might be filled with challenges, but as long as they faced it together, their love would always prevail.