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Panic! At the Codywan Kiss Bingo

Summary:

unrelated fluffy one-shot snippets!

1) Cody is not sleeping. He's not.
2) Amusement park lines are better with cotton candy.
3) Cody is a ruthless bully & Obi-Wan is going to starve (he's fine)
4) Hobbies are fun, but cuddles and reassurance are nice, too.

Notes:

Codywan Kiss Bingo card found here on my tumblr

will probably edit tomorrow for typos & such, hope y'all are having a lovely day 🤍

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Chapter 1: Tired Kiss

Chapter Text

“Oh? are you falling back asleep on me?”

 

Cody was doing no such thing, Obi-Wan just happened to have very comfortable pecs. He wrinkled his nose to express just how very awake he was without lifting his head from Obi-Wan’s chest, which was a very nice place to be even if his beloved insisted on throwing out such baseless accusations.

 

“See, that would be a marvelously convincing argument, my dear, if only you had your eyes open whilst scowling at me."

 

Cody harrumphed. Because that was a thing people actually did, it turns out, not just some figurative natborn nonsense. Rex claimed it was only a sound for belligerent old men that wouldn’t recognize a good time if it showed up with free rotgut, but Cody was allowed to make any noises he pleased now, and it so nicely expressed a variety of irritable and disapproving reactions. Cody was rather taken with harrumphing.

 

Obi-Wan’s chest shook with his almost silent laughter. Which Cody approved of, Fett knows Obi-Wan hadn’t laughed much during the war, but it did jostle him back and forth a bit, and a good pillow was a stable pillow. Much less likely to interrupt vital strategic activities that way.

 

“And what activities might those include? Since you’re so clearly not going back to sleep, my darling Commander, do tell what vital strategic activities my laughing could interrupt?”

 

Damn. Cody hadn’t meant for that to be heard. He lazily blinked his eyes open a few times as he thought of a reasonable response, gazing at the loose neckline of Obi-Wan’s soft sleep shirt.

 

“Meditating. On stuff. Obviously.” Cody rolled his head a bit so he could drop a kiss at the tempting little dip where Obi-Wan’s neck met his collarbones. Cheeky little thing, always peeking out from his tunics and taunting Cody. It wasn’t going to be tempting anybody on Cody’s watch, no sir, he was staying right there on top of things until the risk had passed.

 

“Oh my sincerest apologies, by all means do carry on. I’ll just lay here listening to that spodcast Dex recommended then while you meditate. If that’s acceptable to you?”

 

Bastard jedi. Cody loved him so much. “Hmm. Yes. Knew you’d see sense.”