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Obi-wan is in a bit of a pickle.
Unfortunately it's rather frowned on for even undercover jedi to kill people who weren't trying to kill them first. And as tremendously uncomfortable as this man is making Obi-wan, he hasn't actually hurt him. Yet.
Unfortunately, for all his experience, he can't think of any way out of this mess that doesn't involve either blowing his cover, or doing this rather unpleasant gentleman irreparable harm.
And it's looking like he's going to have to choose one of those options. And soon.
The man leans closer, stale breath fanning over Obi-wan's face, and Obi-wan can't stop the shudder that goes through him.
"Getting into trouble without me again, Sweetheart?" A familiar voice drawls from across the way. It's laced with a dangerous, dark, humour.
Around them, the spaceport falls quiet, you don't survive long in this part of the galaxy without a keen sense of when to duck and cover.
An equally familiar figure strolls casually, confidently, through the sudden space that opens up for him.
Obi-wan's eyes widen, genuinely surprised, and he doesn't bother even attempting to keep the delight he feels off his face. Cody must be on his own undercover mission, dressed in tight black trousers and a tan leather jacket, blasters strapped obviously to his thighs. He's covered his scar as well, making him indistinguishable from any of the millions of his brothers out in the Galaxy. But even with his shields curled tight, hiding the familiar sunshine presence, Obi-wan would know this man anywhere.
Cody prowls forwards, all confident swagger, every evidence of formal, proper, Commander wiped away under the character he's playing.
Around them, the port is nearly silent. The man harassing Obi-wan is an everyday occurrence, not worth a second glance. But Cody, absolutely radiating confidence and competence and danger, is about to cause drama. Something worth watching. For either the entertainment, or for needing to know when to duck and scatter from the fallout.
"Oh, you know me, Cyare" Obi-wan says cheerfully, peering over the shoulder of his accoster, always happy to go along with a mad plan, and ridiculously grateful for the rescue. Playing at being lovers will maintain both of their cover, and hopefully negate the need for violence.
Cody must have recognised him as well. Despite the several years it's been since they last met in person. Although Obi-wan will admit that dying his hair black and shaving his beard probably isn't the best disguise. Especially not to someone used to telling apart identical brothers with only a glance.
Cody deliberately and obviously eyes Obi-wan's hips, where the man's fingers are curled, digging into his flesh. Obi-wan has had much worse than a couple of bruises before, but the fact that this man is leaving them is... annoying.
"Want me to break his fingers for you?" Cody offers casually. He doesn't even have his hands near his blasters, doesn't need to, he's unlikely to use them in a crowded space like this unless things get really bad. His fists are enough.
Obi-wan hums in faux thought, and the man accosting him loosens his grip a fraction as he turns to eye Cody assessingly. It's enough.
Cody ignores the unpleasant man completely, and lifts an arm in invitation.
Obi-wan takes it, wriggling himself free, ducking round the unpleasant gentleman and tucking himself into Cody's side, burying his face into his neck, and breathing in his familiar scent. Playing up the damsel in distress. It's entirely too comforting, curling into his old Commander, leaning on his steady strength. He's hit again by the fact that his feelings for Cody go quite a long way beyond fond. He really probably shouldn't notice that he's not using GAR detergent any more. Cody's arm wraps itself across his back, muscles tense enough to look like he's holding Obi-wan tight, but applying no actual pressure. Obi-wan hums a perfectly content little noise and decides that it's not really important to consider right now how close that mirrors what he's actually feeling.
"What am I going to do with you, sweetheart." Is indulgent, fond, and Cody's known Obi-wan long enough that he's set that line up deliberately.
"Well," Obi-wan says, filling his voice with innuendo, and lifting his head slightly to meet Cody's eye. Cody cuts him off with a chuckle, brushes his free hand gently across Obi-wan's hair.
"Time and place, sweetheart."
Obi-wan can't get a read on his force signature, but the look on his face is perfect. Soft and unbearably fond, and just a hint of desire, open and honest.
"We're you finished with..." Cody waves his hand vaguely in the direction of the annoying man, without even glancing in his direction.
"Oh," Obi-wan says, as if just now remembering his existence. "Of course. I was only waiting for you, Cyare."
"I'm sorry I took so long." Cody's hand is back in his hair again, and there's something awfully heartbreakingly genuine in his tone, underneath the humour, a seriousness in the back of his eyes. That... isn't just the part he's playing.
Obi-wan disentangles himself, just enough so he can stand on his own, and carefully cups Cody's face in his palms.
"Don't be." He murmurs quiet. "You needed to go, and you took as long as you needed. There's absolutely nothing to be sorry for, Cyare."
"Are you coming back to my ship with me?" Cody asks.
And Obi-wan smiles, soft.
"I'd love to."
"It is good to see you, Cody." Obi-wan says once the door has shut behind them. He doesn't let go of Cody's arm.
"It's good to see you as well, sir."
"Cody." Obi-wan scolds with a barely hidden smile, they're so far past the need for titles, and Cody smirks back at him, impish, and delightful.
"Thank you for the rescue."
They're stood still, just in front of the door. Paused and waiting on the edge of something. A thread of anticipation creeps up his spine. But this is Cody. The air around them feels comfortable, relaxed, rather than awkward. It feels far too much like coming home. And the anticipation is something to slowly savour, to curate and draw out, rather than skitter from.
"Always." Cody says. It's a statement of fact, rather than a promise, one that settles itself deep under Obi-wan's sternum.
Cody is studying him. Eyes tracing his face, studying his expression. Cody has always been highly observant, and after so many years working so closely together, can read him in a way nobody else can.
Although, it probably doesn't take a genius of Cody's calibre to draw conclusions from the way Obi-wan's hand is still tucked into Cody's elbow, the way they're both stood, close together, right in front of the door they've just come through.
Obi-wan lets him look. There's not a war on any more, and Obi-wan hasn't been his commanding officer for some time. There's no reason to smile, wry, and move away. No need to keep everything professional. No fear that he would be abusing his authority or taking advantage of someone who might not be able to say no. He loves Cody, and has done for a long time. He might not have actively hidden it before, but now it's something he can be open about.
Cody must read that, because he slowly raises a hand, slides his fingers carefully around the back of Obi-wan's neck, fingers just brushing the edge of his hair. Obi-wan breathes out, the air in his lungs escaping him in one long, slow, shaky sigh. His eyes slip closed, and he tilts his head forwards until his forehead just rests against Cody's.
Cody's other hand cups his jaw, his thumb just brushes the skin under his bottom lip, the barely there scrape of a callous leaving a tingling line in its wake.
"I've never..." Cody whispers into the space between their lips.
Which is surprising. Cody is an extremely attractive man. A good man. Obi-wan has always been slightly baffled by the fact that someone as incredible as Cody could even exist. The fact that he looks back at Obi-wan with something strangely close to devotion is almost impossible to believe. But Obi-wan has lived his life trusting the force, and the force confirms it's true. So it must be.
Cody must read his surprise, because his eyes crinkle slightly with a gentle smile.
"I've always known what I want, Obi-wan." The words, low and deep, ghost over Obi-wan's lips, and he cannot suppress the shiver, doesn't notice himself wetting his own lips until it's too late to stop. "It was a good idea to travel the galaxy. To explore. To learn. But in this...? Obi-wan, how could anyone in the Galaxy match up to you? I've loved you for years, Cyare, that wasn't, isn't, likely to change."
Obi-wan's aware his throat's made a tiny, awful, whimpering little keen, that would be horribly undignified if it wasn't for the way Cody's pupils have grown. The way his breath stutters. He can feel his own breaths, just a little too fast, a little too shallow. And the warmth, pooling and tightening in his stomach.
"My dear," he manages, "Cyare." Force but - everything. "I will tell you. In great detail." How can a man be so wonderful? "Exactly how incredible you are." Cody is so warm, so close. "As soon as I remember how words work."
Obi-wan can feel Cody's warm chuckle, from the vibrations in his chest to the breath across his lips. It's so much. It's everything.
"Perhaps you should kiss me now, sweetheart." Cody suggests. And 'sweetheart' has exactly the same intonation that 'sir' used to. Which absolutely should not cause the warmth in his stomach to grow like that. "Show me how this is supposed to go."