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Obi-wan was mid lecture to Anakin about how the lightsaber was a Jedi's life, when Cody handed his own lightsaber back. He purposely brushed a finger against Obi-wan's pinky, enjoying the way Obi-wan flushed a bright red. Anakin snickered, and Cody smirked. Ahsoka was the only one trying to hide her amusement at the scene before her, which Obi-wan sent her a grateful look for, which only sent her into a fit of giggling. Obi-wan rolled his eyes as he wandered off to help with any last minute loading of the ships. Cody followed.
"You did that on purpose," Obi-wan said.
"You make it so easy," said Cody. "For one who lectures General Skywalker about losing his lightsabers so much, yours ends up on my belt more often than yours."
"Maybe it likes you," Obi-wan said.
"It's a rock," Cody said. "A sentient rock." Cody said it with Obi-wan, who shot him a light-hearted glare. Cody chuckled, before taking Obi-wan's hand fully into his. Obi-wan's cheeks pinked, and when Obi-wan noticed Cody's soft smiled and gaze on him, Cody watched the pink spread to the tips of his ears. Obi-wan squeezed Cody's hand, still unused to the public displays of affection. Clones were often physically affectionate with each other, whether as brothers or lovers, Obi-wan had never minded. However, he would admit that it was something that he had to grow accustomed to.
The Jedi didn't not touch. It was just that, after Qui-Gon, Obi-wan had held himself away from the others, not seeking touch, but not rejecting it either. However, they assumed Obi-wan didn't want touch, and he was too tired to ask. Until Cody. Cody had barged right into his life, his walls, and his heart, breaking down anything Obi-wan thought he knew about himself. Cody was so open with touch and his emotions in a way that Obi-wan was almost envious of.
Cody touched him. And not just romantically. He touched him long before Obi-wan was willing to admit to himself that he loved Cody. It was soft touches, taps on the shoulder, bumping gently into him in comfort, a reminder that he was here. He brushed his hand against Obi-wan's when returning his lightsaber, giving him a datapad, or passing across a cup of tea. The touches lit a fire in Obi-wan's nerves, sending a flush up to his cheeks and also easing the itch underneath his skin, his touch starvation.
Shaking his head to rid himself of those kinds of thoughts, he said, "You know, for a clone, you seem to believe in the Force osik a lot."
"Well," Cody said, and he pulled Obi-wan to look at him, grinning, "When dating a Jedi, you grow used to strange things." He shoulder checked Obi-wan, bumping him a little. Obi-wan laughed as he stumbled only slightly. His face was still flushed. Dating… what a strange word. Obi-wan stared at Cody in his eyes, meeting his warm gaze. He could melt into Cody.
Except… for duty. It always called at the least opportune moment.
"General!" a clone called from nearby, and Obi-wan sighed as he turned away from Cody, letting his hand slip from his.