The silence of the cosmos weighed heavy in the cockpit, broken only by the rhythmic hum of the engine. Nova stared out at the infinite dark, feeling the chill of the vacuum seeping through the hull, while Zeke stood close, a familiar heat in his eyes.

Zeke's voice cut through the silence, deep and resonant. He stepped into her personal space, the magnetic pull of their shared isolation drawing them together until they were inches apart.

The kiss deepened, a desperate need to feel *something* other than the cold metal surrounding them. Zeke's hands worked on the seals of her suit, the blue lighting flickering over their entangled forms.

Nova's bodysuit fell away, leaving her bare skin exposed to the cool air. She was pressed against the control panel, her back arching as Zeke pinned her there, the hum of the ship now a distant reminder of their surroundings.

The world narrowed down to the sensation of warmth and friction. They moved together on the cold floor of the cockpit, lost in the rhythm of their bodies, the stars outside becoming a blur of light.

The climax hit them simultaneously, a wave of pleasure that washed away the loneliness of the void. Collapsing into each other's arms, they lay amidst the scattered console controls, safe and complete.