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Something was troubling Obi-Wan. They were lying in their bed on board their ship, a few days of a slow flight across the systems in front of them. He supposed the never-ending danger of another battle was enough of a concern, but this wasn’t it.
Obi-Wan had been a part of a Jedi Council meeting earlier and there had been a permanent furrow etched to his brows since then. He couldn’t tell Cody what had been discussed. Only that the Council was worried about something. Something dark. Something approaching.
No details. Cody hadn’t asked for any. He wished he did, if only to be able to help somehow. He probably couldn’t, not when people more powerful than him who sat on the Council were struggling with this dark threat.
When the time came, when Obi-Wan truly needed him, he would tell him, Cody knew that.
So for now, he settled on helping him otherwise.
Obi-Wan kept his eyes on the ceiling, deep in his thoughts. He didn’t want to fall asleep, afraid that nightmares would plague his mind. It happened often to Obi-Wan, even more so than others, since he was so sensitive to the feelings around him thanks to the Force. And all the soldiers aboard the Negotiator…
Cody ran his hand down his partner’s chest. Obi-Wan twitched a little, the move tickling his bare skin. “I know you don’t like wearing much armor, but you would look beautiful in one.”
Obi-Wan glanced at him. He hummed. “I have my old Mandalorian armor somewhere.”
Cody had already heard all about that and how Obi-Wan had managed to get that in his possession. “Did you paint it?”
“No.” He leaned in closer to Cody, their foreheads brushing. “And I’ll tell you a little secret. I don’t like its color. Never have.”
Cody chuckled. Obi-Wan smiled too, the crease between his brows relaxing. Cody pecked his lips and then Obi-Wan drew back, settling comfortably on his back. But he didn’t close his eyes.
“Let’s see then,” Cody muttered. There was a marker somewhere on the bedside table. Obi-Wan had put it there a few days earlier, when he had taken a stack of flimsy maps and had wanted to keep reviewing them. Cody found it and took it. He uncapped it. It wasn't a permanent mark, just what he needed. Obi-Wan always enjoyed his softer massages, and this would do nicely. Cody turned back to him on the bed. He stayed raised up on his elbow, resting his head on it. He put the hand with the marker to Obi-Wan's chest. “You’d have our colors. Our orange.”
Obi-Wan let out an involuntary giggle as the tip of the marker hit just below his clavicle, tickling. "Shame this one isn't orange, then."
Cody shrugged, a smile pulling at his lips. He ran the marker up and across his shoulder. “You could paint your pauldrons like me.” His hand slid lower. “Your Jedi crest here, on your arm, then your vambrace.”
“I would take yours,” Obi-Wan said, closing his eyes at the tender ministrations.
Cody smiled to himself. “And I yours.” One day. One day when all this was over. They could do that. According to the Mandalorian tradition.
He spun the marker in between his fingers to get it out of the way and pulled his hand to his lips, kissing it softly, before returning the tip of the marker to Obi-Wan’s side.
“What else would I paint?” he asked Cody.
“Hm, your stomach.” He drew three lines, then more until there were enough to form rectangles, just like on his armor. “A sun. We could match.”
Obi-Wan let out an amused breath. “I’d like that.”
“And your helmet. Hiding your pretty hair would be a shame, but needs must.”
Obi-Wan hummed, sounding sleepier than before. It was working. Obi-Wan was finally relaxing.
Cody left the marker on the blanket for now and instead traced a finger over Obi-Wan's forehead. “Some color here, not quite like your hair, but we would all know it’s you.”
He slid his thumb across Obi-Wan’s mouth, just because he could. He drew some lines across his cheeks. “Here and here.”
He imagined the lines mimicking Obi-Wan’s beard and laughed quietly, careful not to rouse Obi-Wan from sleep. His breathing was deepening. Soon, Obi-Wan would be asleep.
“Or perhaps something here,” he said, taking the marker again and dragging it down his neck, back to his arms, drawing lines and only he and Obi-Wan would see. Lines that would be gone tomorrow morning after a quick sonic shower. “Another line on your arm.”
Obi-Wan was asleep now.
Cody laid down too, letting the uncapped marker drop to the floor without much care. He pressed his side to Obi-Wan’s and took his closest arm, holding it in between their bodies. He put a light kiss to Obi-Wan’s bare shoulder. His eyes stayed on Obi-Wan’s chest for another minute.
A sun there, rays, just like on his armor. It would fit him perfectly. Cody pulled the blanket higher up Obi-Wan's chest. The suns... they would be a pair and everyone would know. Their commander and his general. Cody smiled to himself as he too drifted off.