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Din wakes to the warm press of Luke at his back and the sound of the rain. He also wakes to the grit of too little sleep and the sharp after-ache of battle, but here in this moment, those seem very far away. Later, when the early haze of dawn has passed, they’ll break down what was supposed to have been just a simple recon mission. They’ll take it apart bit by bit, move by move, minute by painstaking minute until they know what went wrong.
Later. Right now, Din just wants to think about the grounding weight of Luke’s arm at his waist, about the stir of Luke’s breath against the nape of his neck and the warm, bare tangle of their legs against the softness of their bed.
“We have to stay in bed,” Luke mumbles nonsensically, as if he’s caught the very edge of Din’s thoughts. His voice is rough, still half asleep, the words muffled by the curve of Din’s shoulder. “It’s the rule.”
Din shifts back just a little, pressing a little more firmly against Luke’s chest, just to feel the slide of skin against skin. He skates the pad of his thumb down the back of Luke’s fingers, joint by joint and then back up to the bones of his wrist. “I don’t quite follow,” he says, “but I’ll take your word for it.”
Luke makes a pleased sound and shifts up to bury his face into the arch where shoulder meets neck. The feel of his breath against the tender skin there, the press of his mouth not quite a kiss but just there—something catches in Din’s chest, a pleasant kind of tremble, like the hum of hyperspace or the pulse of the stars, and he wishes he could hold it beneath his skin forever.
“It’s raining,” Luke says by way of explanation after a moment, with all the firmness that exhaustion can hold. He’s pulled back just enough that he can properly form the words, but Din still feels them almost more than he hears them. “Metal can rust in the rain. That means we have to stay in bed.”
Beskar doesn’t rust, and Luke knows that very well, and there’s nothing that says getting out of bed means leaving the Temple, besides. But Din’s not about to argue. It’s rare enough that they get moments like this; he’s not going to chase it away.
He can play along.
“I did hear that Jedi melt in the rain,” he says instead, and feels the slow contours of Luke’s smile spread like heat through his veins. “We’d better not risk it.”