#mazing

The safe house is well built, closed tightly to the howling wind outside. The furnishings are almost bare-bones, clearly outfitted by a Mandalorian. Maze builds up a fire in the hearth while Jaing does...something.

“Ha! Found them!”

Maze looks up from the swirling flames to find the Null he’s found himself having to rely on for this mission has returned to the main room, holding bundles under each arm with a smug look on his face. Maze raises an eyebrow.

“Haave,” Jaing explains, dropping one of the bundles behind Maze.

Maze turns to his side to inspect it and finds a slightly musty, thinly but densely packed mattress with a cover and sheets rolled up with it. “So you did.”

Jaing slumps and drops down next to Maze. “You could be more excited.”

“I was well prepared to sleep on the rug,” Maze says flatly, motioning to the woven rug beneath them. He turns back to the fire. “You need to air them out.”

“Outside?” Jaing asks, a bit of a whine in his voice.

Maze scoffs. “No, just the other room.” He goes back to stoking the fire.

“Oh.” There’s a pause. “Are we sleeping next to each other?”

Again, Maze scoffs. “Of course we are, idiot.” He looks over his shoulder at Jaing, fixing the other clone with a flat look. “Where else would we sleep?”

Jaing’s arms wrap around Maze’s middle and he can almost feel the other’s grin against his back through his thermals. “You’re in a mood.”

“We’re stuck in a blizzard, in one of Vau’s houses,” Maze reminds him. “I wasn’t even supposed to be off Coruscant. At least it’s you, of all the people I could have been hooked up to, but I have a right to be in a mood.”

Jaing squeezes. “Yeah, that’s fair.” He’s quiet. “I’ll go air out the haave. Do you want to go scoop out snow for drinking water?”

Maze grunts. “Fire’s going well enough, yeah. After water and rations we can bed down for the night. Hopefully it’ll be over in the morning.” And if it isn’t, well. The two of them know how to keep each other company. Despite his “mood” Maze feels a smile of his own creep across his face. “Go ahead and set up everything if I’m still collection when you’re done.”

“Of course, Captain.” There’s an edge of flirt in Jaing’s voice. Sure enough, it’s followed up by a kiss smacked against his cheek before Jaing’s up and hauling the bundles of bedding off to shake them out.

Maze huffs and gives the fire one more look before going to get some of the vessels in the little kitchen to fill up with snow.