#I think Cody has earned the right to indulge in being a huge baby about being woken up

[elthadriel]

If you're still taking requests, I'd love Codex and 💕 kissing somewhere other than lips please

The sound the emergency comm makes is referred to in official documentation as a chime. Rex would like to shove a chiming comm up the ass of whoever made that decision.

The comm's screeching jerks Rex awake, and he's half sitting up before he’s even aware of why or that he can’t actually sit up due to the body slumped across him. Cody wakes in the same second as Rex. 

Cody snarls a foul curse that he only seems willing to use in the first five minutes of being awake and hauls himself up just enough to fumble in the direction of the self by the bunk.

“Yours or mine?” Rex asks.

“Yours,” Cody announces. His smug delight is somewhat undercut by the fact it’s delivered as more of a sleepy mumble . Rex’s comm hits his bare chest followed closely by Cody who attempts to nuzzle back into the warm spot he just left.

The comm’s pale glow is blinding in the dark. Rex squints into it, the words slowly settling from blur to proper letters. Rex is needed in a holocall. Promptly.

Rex closes his eyes and pretends they can stay closed. It’s an unforgivable hour in the morning, and he’s exhausted. The bunk is warm and Cody is sprawled on top of him, almost too hot where their bare skin has been pressed together for hours.

He breathes deep, Cody’s head rising on his chest. 

“I have to go,” Rex says and opens his eyes. Cody makes a sound into Rex’s skin, which Rex chooses to interpret as sympathy.

There’s no reasoning with Cody at this hour so Rex doesn’t bother trying, extracting himself from under Cody who impressively manages to convey bloodthirsty fury despite his refusal to open his eyes or form any recognisable words.

“I love you too,” Rex mutters. He drags himself over Cody, managing with only minimal success to avoid kneeing him in the back; it would be easier if Cody was capable of being at all cooperative when freshly awake. 

Rex dresses in the dark, pulling on blacks and then his armour. Cody grumbles at the sound, expanding out to take over the slither of the bed he’d graciously allowed Rex to have all to himself.

“You get to go back to sleep,” Rex hisses. “Stop complaining.” 

Cody grabs Rex’s tragically abandoned pillow, shoving it over his head. He rolls onto his side, putting his back to Rex. If life was at all fair, Rex would be able to climb back in next to him.

Hopefully this call won’t mean the 501st and 212th are separating again so soon. 

“If I’m still here by—” Rex stops. There’s no point. Now Cody knows he’s not getting up, he’ll be most of the way back to sleep. He won’t remember anything Rex tells him.

Rex finishes strapping on his pauldron, fingers finding the buckles through practised memory even in the dark. It only leaves one remaining order of business.

Rex lifts the pillow off Cody's head. Cody’s eyes scrunch up tighter and he twists, mashing his face into the other pillow. Rex would laugh if it wouldn’t get him kicked, if not now, later. That Cody would remember. He kisses Cody’s temple and is rewarded with another sleepy noise of complaint.

“I hope yours goes off too,” Rex says. 

Cody puts every second of his intense training to use. Fast as a Kodashi viper he snatches his pillow back from Rex’s hands. The way he slams it back over his head can only be described as violent. 

Rex rolls his eyes and finally leaves Cody to sleep in peace.

Hopefully he’ll be back soon enough.