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This stealth mission did not go as planned.
Somehow, Kenobi had managed one of his Force powered jumps to get them up near the rafters and shoved Cody unceremoniously into a tight space between the metal ducts. Cody had lost his blaster, gotten shot in the leg, and now found himself pinned down by his General under some industrial tubes while they were hiding from about a hundred clankers. Thank the Force he still had his helmet, since this entire operation was turning into a kriffing pile of stang.
He wasn't worried about the blaster shot to his leg, or being surrounded by the enemy with no means of escape any time soon. All he could think about was Kenobi pressing down on him in the cramped hiding spot they had found. Cody could barely hold a train of thought without it going fuzzy and bringing heat to his face. Kenobi was not paying attention to him, luckily, he was more focused on the droids below them.
The General lifted himself up a bit with his arms to look down at their quarry and inadvertently pressed his hips even more to Cody's. Kenobi did not miss the somewhat choked off noise his Commander made.
“Are you alright?” Obi-Wan whispered to him, looking at him with concern.
“Fine, General.” Cody lied. His General quirked an eyebrow at him. If this position continued things would not be easy to deal with. Kenobi reached down into his belt and pulled out a bacta patch and what looked like a packet of pain killers. Always prepared.
“I had expected that Anakin would need this today, but that leg says otherwise.” Obi-Wan paused. There was not much space to maneuver easily. “Take your helmet off.”
“Sir?”
“Helmet, Cody.”
“But, General, if the clankers--” Obi-Wan put a finger to his own lips to hush him.
“Commander.” Obi-Wan whispered, “Bucket. Off.” Cody rolled his eyes and awkwardly removed his helmet, placing it carefully on its side next to him. Without his helmet on, Obi-Wan's face seemed much closer to Cody's than before. The Jedi already had a corner of a packet in his mouth and proceeded to rip it.
“Open.” Cody made a face at him but obeyed. Obi-Wan pressed the pills gently into Cody's mouth, a finger lightly tracing the clones lower lip. Cody swallowed the pills dryly, attempting to ignore the heat he felt on his face, and how distracting his General could be. There was a lot of shuffling for the Jedi to maneuver the bacta patch down to Cody's leg, but he managed, only jabbing Cody once with his knee while he tried to stay as much up above Cody as he could in the cramped space.
While attempting to press the edges of the patch on more securely, the Jedi somehow managed to knock himself off balance from the only hand holding him up, causing him to flop down on Cody. Cody stifled a laugh, how very undignified for his Jedi.
“Oh, hush.” Obi-Wan raised his head with furrowed eyebrows, propping himself up on an elbow. His face was very close now. Cody could kiss him if he wanted to. He absolutely wanted to. He shouldn't. He couldn't quiet seem to make his eyes leave Obi-Wan's. He could get into a lot of trouble. Obi-Wan didn't move. Why wasn't he looking away? Cody's face felt warm under his Generals gaze.
Cody barely contained a flinch when Obi-Wan's hand suddenly touched the side of his face. Obi-Wan gave him an apologetic look, while tracing the scar around Cody's left eye. He resisted the urge to lean into the touch. Obi-Wan made a contemplative face and looked like he was about to say something when his commed beeped, alerting them of General Skywalker's arrival.
“Need a hand?” Skywalker's cocky voice remarked quietly from the comm unit.
“We had the situation under control.” Obi-Wan said calmly, making Cody snort. Obi-Wan give him a slightly betrayed look.
“I'm sure you did, Master. Get ready for an extraction.” General Skywalker disconnected.
“Time to go.”