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Bodhi doesn't remember feeling this warm in a long time.
Everything about the Empire was cold, and chasing out the chill of metal walls and temperature control that barely met health and safety regulations with the one thin blanket allotted to him - it had made for a lot of nights hovering on the edge of sleep, never comfortable enough to dream.
But now he feels well rested. And warm. Almost too warm, and the heat exists both around and inside his body, radiating from the core of his chest. He feels like a happy tooka cat in the middle of a cuddle pile.
Bodhi peels his eyes open and reorients himself to where his body is in space. Jyn's arms are locked around his middle, and she's flush against his back. In Bodhi's own arms is Cassian, drifting a little from where he'd rested against Bodhi's chest, but still connected by the arms around him and his legs touching Bodhi's. He's snoring.
Bodhi is the middle spoon.
He did not know he would want this, when he wished for warmth on cold nights. He mostly coveted a big quilt that would drown him and his cot. But being sandwiched between two people he loved... This was better.
Bodhi's eyes felt heavy. He tilted his head back to kiss Jyn's sleeping face, and then settled back into sleep himself.