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The umbrella opened the exact moment Din opened the canopy. As always. Like clockwork.
As Din climbed down from the cockpit, the umbrella hovered over him, shielding him from the pouring rain.
“You know, I just finished a job on another ocean planet. Just as rainy, no umbrella”, he said when walking towards the stairs, Luke glued to his side so that he could hold the umbrella up over both of their heads.
“You don’t know the rains of this planet. I’m pretty sure the water can melt beskar.”
Din rolled his eyes behind his visor. Walking up the stairs in sync, they were close enough for him to clearly see that Luke’s own cloak was wet.
“You walked down without the umbrella yourself.”
“I’m from a desert planet. I have deficiency”, Luke pointed out. “I thought you’d know that by now.”
“You’ve lived here for twenty years. That’s longer than you spent on Tatooine.”
Luke pinched his mouth shut, trying to appear serious, but Din could see how his cheeks puckered from holding back a laugh. The laugh that Din would have so much liked to hear right now. The laugh that came out so easily whenever Luke would reach his hand or head out into a particularly heavy rain, still so full of child-like wonder despite his already greying beard and hair.
They were approaching the half-way of the stairs when Din stopped. Luke could not move any further either, if he still wanted to keep the umbrella over him.
“May I have a kiss?” Din asked.
“Inside, when you’re safe.” Luke cocked his head up towards the huts on the hill.
“I want to kiss you here.” Without waiting for another argument, Din took off his helmet and pulled Luke into a kiss. At first, Luke’s mouth felt like it was still striving to talk rather than respond, but Din did what he knew would work: tilted his head so that his lips fully covered Luke’s and brushed his tongue between them. That made Luke relax and kiss back with his full attention.
When Luke was the most distracted like this, Din took his chance to take his hand holding the umbrella and push it suddenly aside. Luke tensed and squeaked in protest, but Din muffled all his sound with a deeper kiss. He let his helmet drop on the stair so that he could push Luke’s hood back and let the rain soak both of their hair, seep between their smashed faces, envelop them in a wet bubble where droplets danced freely on their skin, clothing, and Din’s armor.
When they broke apart, Luke made a move to pull the umbrella over them again, but Din still held his hand firmly away.
“I like to live dangerous. I thought you’d know that by now.”
There it finally was: Luke laughing, whole-heartedly, wet hair glued around his adorably scrunched face. Din was quick to follow.