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Obi-Wan drifted awake in the Negotiator, fighting to open his eyes. He felt exhausted beyond belief and everything hurt. The last thing he’d remembered was the charge going off - and himself trying to hold back the detonation with the Force and sheer will power. Only, the detonation had set off another charge and Obi-Wan hadn’t been able to hold back both of them completely.
“How are you feeling?” Quack, one of the Negotiator’s medics asked. Obi-Wan blinked at him, before shaking his head to try and clear it.
“I’m fine.” He said, his auburn hair in complete disarray. Really, if anyone were to see him, they’d think that he was a lost Tooka. And he certainly looked the part, what with his pointed Stewjonian fox ears, and his bushy tail.
“Right.” Quack said disbelievingly. “Well, you’ve certainly had a time, General. If it feels like you’ve been run over by a herd of Bantha, it's because you practically were.”
Obi-Wan smiled bemusedly. Blinking innocently at the medic as if to say who, me?
“As if I’d believe that look, General.” Quack scoffed, shuffling pads and tools in his hands. Another medic - Bones, scurried forward to relieve Quack of his burden. “You’d given all of us a scare.” Bones said, quietly. “We-”
“I promise I’m fine, Bones.” Obi-Wan said tiredly. “Really, it was just some overestimation of my abilities on my part.” The auburn haired jedi reassured. “Look, I’m practically all healed. I can certainly get back to managing my desk work - if nothing else.”
Quack side-eyed him, before squinting as if to try and verify that he’d be doing nothing strenuous.
“Bed rest, and desk work only.” Quack ordered. “You’ve been out for two whole day cycles. The ship is en route to Coruscant. Let's see if we can’t get you healed and back up to snuff before we’re re-deployed.”
“Yessir!” Obi-Wan saluted only half joking - the medics were the ones who truly ran the ship afterall.
“Alright then. You can go back to your rooms then. I don’t want to see you back here for at least one rotation - by Coruscant standards.
And with that, Obi-Wan headed into the narrow halls of the Negotiator, traversing the belly of their ship. He had apparently been out for two days - but he still felt tired enough to sleep for an eternity. Alas, flimsy work and logistics awaited no one. Not even during war time.
The Negotiator was never quiet. There was always at least a skeleton shift patrolling the halls and running the ship. And even should they have been as quiet as a mouse, the Negotiator was noisy, with motors and generators and the engine running around the clock. As Obi-Wan traversed the familiar hallways, Shinnies and veterans alike, marched by him trying to complete their own objectives. He wasn’t sure whether it was a night or day cycle on the Negotiator, and he’d forgotten to ask either Quack or Bones. But either way, Obi-Wan wasn’t planning on going to sleep just yet.
Obi-Wan rounded a corner, nearly bumping into Wooley. The young clone fumbled with his hands, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
“General!” He cried, aghast. Obi-Wan couldn’t help but chuckle at him.
“Wooley!” He cried out in return. Wooley finally recovered, snapping into attention.
“Ah, there’s no need to stand on formalities, Wooley.” Obi-Wan said, rubbing at his beard. “I’m just trying to get to my destination, as are all of it.” He smiled, warmly.
“But-” Wooley started.
“It’s alright, Wooley.” Obi-Wan reassured the man. “Besides, there’s something I wish to ask you. So, it’s not like you’re in any trouble, alright?” Obi-Wan said.
“Sir?” Wooley asked, tilting his head.
“Ah, I was wondering if you might tell me whether we are in the day or night cycle.” Obi-Wan asked. He scratched at the back of his neck, hoping not to worry the trooper.
“It's the night cycle, sir… Are you alright? Should I escort you to the medbay?” Wooley responded, causing Obi-Wan’s ears to twitch. He’d hoped that Wooley wouldn't have asked, but it was probably too much to ask as his men had likely been worried.
“It's fine, Wooley. I’m fine, I’m just coming from the medbay in fact.” That didn’t seem to help the situation. “I mean… I was just released. See? I’m fine - not a scratch on me!” Obi-Wan said, laughing nervously, his tail twitching in slight agitation.
“Sir…”
“Really, I’m fine!” Obi-Wan said, backing away. “Anyway, thank you for the information! I’ll be in my quarters working on the reports for the campaign if you need me.”
And with that Obi-Wan hurried - at a completely sedate pace, of course - away. He wanted to return to his quarters preferably before his men sent him back to the medbay in their concern. He didn’t think Quack would be too happy to see him so soon and Obi-Wan certainly wouldn’t be happy to see him (in his official capacity) right now, either.
When Obi-Wan returned to his quarters, he breathed in the recycled air of his room. He then moved to his desk, his gait much less smooth and more pained as he stopped masking the pain. The pain would likely stop or at least dull once the pain killers he’d been given at the medbay kicked in. But for now, he bore the pain, sitting down gingerly, cringing as a tight muscle, stretched or contracted. He then stared at the flimsy work piled on his desk and sighed.
He picked up the first report - detailing funds and allotments for rations and food supplies. Stew - the head cook on the Negotiator mostly handled the numbers of food needs, writing out his estimates for Obi-Wan to sign off on. It was rather easy for Obi-Wan to just approve it. After all, they needed all the food they could possibly be given. They were rarely allowed back for restocks. And though field rations tasted rather like hot garbage - they were better than starvation. That was something that Obi-Wan could say with certainty from experience.
He next picked up a report detailing funds and allotments for medical supplies. It was again more than easy to check off on Quack’s work. The medic knew the ins and outs of the medbay and who was Obi-Wan to tell him that they couldn’t get more supplies to treat their wounded?
Then he picked up the third report, starting listlessly at the pile of flimsy work that had seemed not to decrease in the least. He’d be here for a while, for sure. This time the report was a communication from Master Shaak Ti, confirming the next deployment of troopers who would join the 212th. They’d be joining up with the Negotiator in Coruscant and by the time they left Coruscant, they’d have new members of the 212th as well as confirmation for intensive medical care for the troops who needed it from the previous campaign.
Surprisingly there weren’t that many casualties… this time . There were no dead, and only 5 majorly injured. Outside of those 5, there were 10 minorly injured soldiers who had been treated successfully in the medbay. Out of the 5 casualties, Obi-Wan himself had recovered well and 3 of the troopers: Sunshine, Mellow and Dodge had recovered just fine. Only one trooper - Barrow, needed intensive care - and he’d be treated in Coruscant during repairs for the Negotiator.
Obi-Wan huffed out a breath, leaning on steepled fingers. His ears drooping slightly. His tail was low, and dragged across the floor as it swept side to side like a pendulum of dead weight. He stared at his door, deep in thought, before he sighed and slid his chin forward on his hands. Then he straightened and took a deep breath.
“Right, let's get back to work.” Obi-Wan said to himself. “Let's start with supplies acquisition and then move to post mission reports. I can sort communications by order of urgency and mix those in intermittently.”
Obi-Wan rubbed at the bridge of his nose and got back to work. It would certainly be a long night. But really, he had to do it. He was the commanding officer - as much as he was loath to admit it. As one of the people in charge, it was his job to ensure that his men’s needs were being met. And that meant Flimsy work.
Honestly, someone should have told me that there’d be an unimaginable amount of flimsy work involved in war. There certainly hadn’t been much paperwork when he had been in Melidaan.
Obi-Wan huffed out a laugh and readied his stylus. Perhaps Cody would grace him with a visit. And then he’d be able to take a Cody sanctioned break from working.
The pain meds had kicked in, Obi-Wan thought, rubbing the back of his neck. He got up, carefully, sighing in relief as none of his muscles bothered him. He then wandered over to his closet to draw out a comfortable tunic and some old threadbare pants. There was no need for him to stay in full robes in his room - not when his goal was to just finish his work and then go to sleep. He specifically didn’t think about the aching need he felt to go see Cody and get cuddles and pets. He was a whole Jedi Master and he could certainly make it through the night without the company of his husband…
Or not.
Really, it wasn’t as though Obi-Wan and Cody were co-dependent or anything. They knew when to put their missions and the lives of others are priority. But when there were no missions and duties that were blocking them, Obi-Wan was more than happy to indulge and be indulged in cuddles and snuggles of any and all varieties.
Only he had flimsy work. And flimsy work waited for no one. Not even Anakin who’d put it off in its entirety (Tatooine Racoon ears twitching mischievously) if he had the choice. Obi-Wan pulled on the tunic, sighing as the comfortable cotton fabric slid down his torso. It was a nice neutral blue-gray - a gift from Anakin on his last life day. The pants, however, were old and well-worn. They were Cody’s, and Obi-Wan had borrowed them at the beginning of the war when they first shared a room, and Cody had just…. Never gotten them back.
There was a funny story behind them really. Obi-Wan had gotten his pants shredded to practically nothing by a Gundark, and Cody, lovely Cody, had given him his extra pair of pants to wear as Obi-Wan had also… lost his pack in a swamp. Not his prettiest moment, but certainly worth it, as Cody’s pants were his favorite to wear when meditating or sleeping. They made him feel as though Cody were in the room with him and if he focused enough, he could still sense Cody’s force signature on them.
Maybe it was weird, but those pants were a reminder of Cody, and that’s why he loved them.
Obi-Wan stretched his arms above his head and yawned, walking back to his desk. The desk cushion was somewhat squished, from Obi-Wan sitting on it for so long. He reached down to pick it up, squashing it together such that it bounced back to a sort of squishy shape. It was sort of lopsided now but Obi-Wan didn’t mind. His cushion - which doubled as a meditation cushion was old, and Obi-Wan wasn’t ready to get rid of it quite yet.
Obi-Wan sniffed the stale air of the Negotiator, his face upturned. The harsh unnatural lighting on the ship was a stark contrast to the smog covered sun of Coruscant, but Obi-Wan was quickly coming to call the Negotiator home. They were making their way back to the Jedi Temple for resupplying and repairs after their most recent campaign. And they limped along the void-like nothingness of space with their damaged hyperdrive and hence their inability to travel along hyperspace lanes.
Obi-Wan’s ears twitched, the furry, triangular appendages wiggling as he listened. The incessant hum of the engine that powered the Negotiator a now soothing white noise. His ears were adorable… According to Cody, at least. They were auburn in color - white tipped and furred. The fur on his ears was downy soft, which Cody tended to compare to silk. They twitched at the slightest noise and aided the 212th in many a campaign. Though they seemed to stick out, Obi-Was had managed to avoid much scrutiny by pulling his ears close to his skull such that they’d blend into his hair when in the company of those he didn’t trust.
This had come in handy as Obi-Wan’s biological make up was rather coveted in certain circles. He was a male Stewjoni, of fox bloodline, with visible clan traits showing in his ears and tail. He was also red-headed and pale with freckled skin. Really the only “downsides” were purely aesthetic - the pock marks on his shoulders, his beard and the scars that covered his skin from a long life as both a warrior and a peace-keeper.
Obi-Wan was tired. Tired of the war, and the grief and the darkness that seemed to flood the force with an overwhelming feeling of despair. It hadn’t even been two years, and yet Obi-Wan missed the comforts of his tiny barren apartment. The apartment that he’d shared with Anakin, and that they technically still shared - as Anakin had barely been knighted before they’d been tossed into the wider galaxy and shunted into the duties of generals.
Obi-Wan sighed, tapping his fingers against his small durasteel desk. He should be doing his flimsy work - only, he felt rather distracted. He was over-tired and sleepy - hungry but had no appetite. He wanted to be productive, but he really just couldn’t find the motivation to put a stylus to the pad. Obi-Wan sighed again, whaling long and hard - as though to release his emotions into the force. Only the force was clouded, and Obi-Wan felt no relief.
A knock sounded on the door. Loud and firm, startling Obi-Wan out of his reverie.
“Come in.” Obi-Wan said, clearing his throat and sitting up properly. His back was ramrod straight, and he smoothed his robes in order to maintain the preternatural facade of the Jedi.
“General?” A familiar and welcome voice came through the door as it swished open. It was Cody.
“Cody?” Obi-Wan said, tail swishing happily behind him. He smiled, ears wiggling.
“Would you like to have some tea with me?” Cody asked, clearing his throat. Obi-Wan let a small chuckle escape him.
“Of course, my dear.” Obi-Wan said warmly. “And I’ve told you many a time, darling, you should call me by my name. After all, I’d rather my Riduur call me by name rather than rank.”
“Yes well…” Cody flushed, his dark skin flushing a beautiful red. Obi-Wan reveled in his ability to make his usually unflappable commander - and husband - blush.
“Come along, darling. Come sit next to me.” Obi-Wan patted the cushion next to his. The cushion was always set out, ready for Cody’s company. It was his designated seat in Obi-Wan’s room, and it was Cody’s alone. There was in fact a cushion on the other side of the desk for the rest of the 212th attack battalion to occupy should they visit him. Cody’s cushion though…
It was this deep sunburst orange, with white embroidered sunflowers along the cushion. It was plush and squishy and it was likely the most comfortable thing in Obi-Wan’s room. He had splurged for it, early in their courtship - his goal to draw Cody deeper into their romance with comforts and care. It was even more comfortable than Obi-Wan's cushion which doubled as his cushion of meditation. Obi-Wan’s cushion was a plain brown, sequestered from the temple as a part of his kit from the quartermasters. He’d had it for ages - since his apprenticeship with Master Jinn, and he’d been loath to get rid of it, though Jedi had no attachments.
Obi-Wan had never been a good Jedi though…
“Obi-Wan…?” Cody said gently, sitting cross-legged on his cushion, next to Obi-Wan. “Cyar’ika?”
Obi-Wan sighed, drooping to the side to rest his head on Cody’s shoulder.
“I’m tired, Cody.” Obi-Wan whispered. “Can we…?”
“Of course!” Cody said, with perhaps more force than necessary. He leant back, reaching out to draw Obi-Wan into his lap. “I’ll never say no to cuddling.”
“I know,” Obi-Wan said, morosely, “But I’ll always ask, so that you never think you don’t have a choice.” Cody kissed the top of Obi-Wan’s head, smiling as his butter soft fox ears brushed Cody’s cheeks.
“And I appreciate that.” Cody said, voice warm like Hoth chocolate and firm like Beskar. “But I will truly never say no to cuddles. Holding you is like…” Cody paused, his voice caught in his throat. It was like coming home. And well, Cody didn’t think that was such a bad thing.
“Hmm?” Obi-Wan tilted his head, trying to look up. Only Cody had him trappy, his chin firmly on Obi-Wan’s head.
“Holding you is like coming home.” Cody said strongly. “We don’t have a place to call home, my Vode and I. And if there’s anything that I’ve learned from growing up as we did - home isn’t a place... It’s people. There are thousands of planets in this galaxy alone. And none of them would feel like home unless you were there. You’re my home. Cody whispered into the sensitive pink flesh of Obi-Wan’s ear. His hot breath tickled and Obi-Wan shivered, a warm feeling welling up in him.
“I don’t know how long this war will last…” Obi-Wan started. “I certainly hope it doesn’t last forever, but you’re my home too. And if you ever said the word… I’d leave with you, Cody. I’d traverse the Galaxy with you. We could go planet to planet and help people. And when the time comes that we were tired and wished to rest, we could settle down somewhere. Somewhere with sunshine and trickling creeks and singing birds and joy that radiates through the Force itself. One day, I promise you, that we’ll be free. Free of our duties and burdens and anything heavy at all…”
Cody sighed, and Obi-Wan burrowed closer, almost as if to try and bury himself inside Cody.
“But it is not today.” Cody said, a sad smile on his face.
“No, it's not.” Obi-Wan said, reaching a hand up and behind him to cup the nape of Cody’s neck. “But someday…” Obi-Wan promised, the Force echoing in his wake.
“Someday, Cody agreed, exhaling gently. He reached down and turned Obi-Wan around in his lap so that he was facing him. “But for now, I want to pet you Cyar’ika.”
“That’s completely okay in my books.” Obi-Wan laughed, the tenseness in his mien disappearing. He felt lighter than he had, moments ago. Talking to Cody always seemed to lighten even the Force around him.
“Come here darling.” Cody adjusted him so that Obi-Wan was lying side-ways in his lap. His fluffy tail curled around Cody’s waist. His ears twitched happily, and he trembled as Cody’ swiped his hand through his hair. The first pass made him sigh. And before Cody had even pet him five times, Obi-Wan was a puddle of goo. He was completely content to melt into Cody’s embrace and enjoy the petting. Tension that he didn’t even know he’d had, slipped out of his body as he relaxed, eyes drooping. Cody’s presence seemed to relax as well - the sliding of his hand through Obi-Wan’s hair seemed to calm him. He fondled Obi-Wan’s ears, drawing a shiver out of the auburn-haired man. Obi-Wan was more than happy to exist here, in this moment, Cody’s bright presence in the Force, and his warm hand and body, drawing him into an almost sleep-like state of pleasure.
“Ohhhh.” Obi-Wan murmured, slipping deeper into the spell of the moment. “That feels nice, love.” Obi-Wan rubbed his cheek up against Cody’s throat and the shirt of his blacks, scenting him.
“Does it now?” Obi-Wan could hear the grin in his husband’s voice.
“Yes it does, now shush and give me more pets.” Obi-Wan pouted, his childishness drawn out by the man he loved the most in the entire galaxy.
Cody huffed out a laugh, quiet… loud to Obi-Wan, to whom anything Cody did was loud because Cody was the person he’d noticed the most. The person he’d imprinted on… Mated with.
Cody flopped with his ears, playing with them and scratching at the bases of them. They were very sensitive in that spot, and though it wasn’t an erogenous zone for Obi-Wan, he tended to liken the feeling of having that spot scratched to an orgasm.
Obi-Wan hummed, going in, to mouth at Cody’s neck. He had a rather strong oral fixation that he tended to lose control of when Cody was around. And really, who wouldn’t? Cody was strong, and kind and muscular and handsome and a million other adjectives that Obi-Wan could and would utter - if only his husband didn’t make him so utterly tongue-tied. Cody was real, and warm and the only person Obi-Wan wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and he was also the man who indulged him and his curiosities whenever they had even a second of time. He was the man who listened to Obi-Wan’s babbling and remembered what he’d said. He was the man who brought him tea in the morning, and blankets when he was sad. He was the man who was more than happy to just sit with him and exist in their own universe. Cody was the man who never pushed him… Unless his health was concerned, and he was the man who’d seek him out just to take in the same recycled air together. Cody was…
“Are you doing okay?” Cody asked, thumbs sliding down to massage the base of Obi-Wan's head.
“Mhhm.” Obi-Wan hummed in assent, nibbling at Cody’s neck. “Perfect, my dear.”
Cody chuckled again, the precious noise sliding over Obi-Wan like the ocean waves of Naboo. He ruffled Obi-Wan’s hair and adjusted his arms. Then he hefted Obi-Wan up into his arms as he stood.
Obi-Wan yelped, before settling into his hold again, content as long as he was being held. He shifted, burying his nose into Cody’s deep scent - Woodsmoke, musk, and the scent of Mandalorian spices. Cody’s unique scent, the scent of home.
“Let's go to bed.” Cody suggested, ambling over to the small single sized cot in the room.
“Mmh. Let's.” Obi-Wan agreed, completely comfortable in Cody’s grasp. He sighed contently as Cody sat down in the small cot and whined as his husband let go to draw back his covers. He was cold!
Really, it wasn’t fair how Cody ran so hot that after their cuddle sessions Obi-Wan would feel cold and bereft, out of his embrace.
Cody returned quickly, drawing the blankets over them and pulling Obi-Wan into his embrace yet again.
Perfect. Thought Obi-Wan, a happy smile on his face. The feedback of Cody’s warm body, pressed up against his and insulated by the blankets led to a very warm and very comfortable place for Obi-Wan to let his eyes droop comfortably.
He was warm and safe - well as safe as they could be in the middle of a war - comfortable, and Cody was by his side. He wished that he could stay like this forever.
And as he drifted off to sleep, it seemed as though even the Force seemed to agree. It pinged its agreement, almost buzzing happily in the background. Adding to the symphonies of the engines and other noises of the Negotiator during the late cycle.
Obi-Wan woke up to the sensation of a large hand running through his hair. It was a familiar hand, covered in calluses from handling blasters, wrought with nicks and scars from Cody’s hard life. Obi-Wan loved his hands - big and gentle as they were. His hands had always been warm - and his hands had shown Obi-Wan that he’d truly loved him.
Obi-Wan hummed, butting his head into Cody’s chest. Mornings like this were his favorite. He loved waking up surrounded by Cody. It felt warm and safe - as though just for a moment, everything would be alright. Their men knew that mornings where Cody wasn’t in the officer barracks, he and Obi-Wan were usually to be found together. And their men were well known to be discreet about their relationship to those outside of the 212th. Which was probably a good thing - since they tended to help cover if Obi-Wan or Cody slipped up.
“Morning Cody.” Obi-Wan yawned, blinking sleepily at his Riduur. He practically purred, as Cody kept petting him.
“Morning, Cyar’ika.” Cody whispered, a warm smile on his face. He nosed at Obi-Wan’s hair, and snuffled, making Obi-Wan giggled.
“That tickles!” Obi-Wan laughed, burrowing into Cody trying to hide. Cody snorted, reaching down to squeeze Obi-Wan’s waist. “Hey!” Obi-Wan squirmed, wiggling around like an earthbound worm.
“I know it does.” Cody laughed, moving his fingers in such a way that Obi-Wan squeaked. “You would think that by now I’d know all of your weak spots, Cyar'ika.” Cody Joked.
“You do, Cody.” Obi-Wan wheezed out a laugh. “But you’re also the only one I'd trust with them.” Obi-Wan confessed. Turning around as Cody’s hands paused on his waist. Obi-Wan hooked his leg around Cody’s waist and flipped them both over, resting his hand on the muscular mounds of Cody’s chest.
“Oh?” Cody questioned breathlessly.
“Mhm.” Obi-Wan affirmed, stroking Cody’s chest gently. His husband was really gorgeous. Dark skin and molten chocolate eyes, dark curls cropped close to his head, and a smile that could kill anyone… Or at least make anyone swoon. Cody was and could be dangerous when he chose to be. He was large and muscular and every centimeter of his body was built to wage war. But Cody was not only what he had been made for, he was kind.
Perhaps it was an answer to any questions of nature versus nurture but to Obi-Wan it was really just a credit to Cody himself. After all the traumas and sorrows and achingly painful memories that simply made Cody the man he was today - Cody woke up every single day and chose to be kind. And perhaps that was what Obi-Wan loved the most.
“Cyar’ika?” Cody questioned.
“It's nothing.” Obi-Wan said, a soft blush on his face. He could feel no pain from his injuries and he was embracing the man he loved. What could be better?
“Oh yeah?” Cody asked, stroking Obi-Wan’s hips under his tunic.
“Yeah.” Obi-Wan hummed, leaning down to kiss Cody on the lips. “I just really, really love you.”
Cody grinned, and leaned in to kiss him again.
“I also really really love you.” Cody said, returning the sentiment.
Cody hummed softly, a song from Mandalore - changed to fit the Vode, filling the room. Obi-Wan was dozing lightly in his hold. Cody was tired, but not as much as his Riduur. The Jedi was exhausted and barely recovered. Cody sighed, tightening his grip on Obi-Wan - only to soften it as the man’s ear twitched, a sign that he might be surfacing from his nap. But Obi-Wan only snuggled closer, dozing off again. He was content to listen to Cody’s humming.
Cody smiled, helplessly. Really, his Jedi was the cutest. His fox ears and tail made it impossible for him to hide anything from Cody, and his bright red hair looked almost godly to Cody who growing up had mostly known people who looked exactly like him or who’d never taken off their helmets.
Obi-Wan was his treasure - the one thing that Cody didn’t share with his Vode… At least in a romantic capacity. Obi-Wan was equal to freedom in Cody’s eyes. As Obi-Wan had freed them from the shadows of Kamino and then proceeded to protect them and care for them. Obi-Wan had single handedly played a part in disassembling Kamino’s decommissioning practices.
Obi-Wan was….
Well, Obi-Wan was his Riduur, his husband. And Cody would always honor that. Though they could make no traditional paths nor say Riduurok in a traditional sense - they’d made their own oaths, ones that would make room for duty and sacrifice. Their vows fit their needs, fit them and Cody didn’t care if their vows were technically not a real Riduurok. To both him and Obi-Wan, their vows were binding and their marriage was between them and them alone. No one else needed to butt into their relationship.
Cody tilted his face down, sniffing at Obi-Wan’s hair. He smelt of forests, and tea and the standard temple issues soap that all Jedi used. But more than that, he smelt of home. Obi-Wan was the person that Cody wanted to wake up to for the rest of his life, and Obi-Wan was the one that Cody wanted to go to sleep next to forever. There’d be no one else for him. His Obi-Wan was it.
And there was no need for anyone else anyway. He had everything that he needed here, in the Galaxy. His Vode, scattered though they may be, his General, warm and soft in his arms and their vows that tied them together, even when the rest of the galaxy tried to tear them apart.
Cody was content. He kissed the top of Obi-Wan’s head, breathing in deeply, the scent of home. He then closed his eyes, shutting out the world around him. Obi-Wan was a warm weight on top of them, and their duty could wait a few hours. They were both exhausted and they were still a few day cycles of travel away from Coruscant anyway. There’d be time for them to finish flimsy work and other menial day to day tasks of the command team later.
Right now?
They’d rest, dozing peacefully in Obi-Wan’s cot, where nothing could bother them. They were safe and warm and loved, and that was what mattered.