#codywankissbingo2022

[sissiarte]

BINGOOOO!!!!!! This little comic gives me two fills: forehead kiss and sweet kiss.

I MADE IT! And in my usual fashion, barely on the last day jhasjkkd. It has been so much fun to play, I feel like it helped me improve and experiment a lot and it even made me go back to writing!!! So thank you so much @codywankissbingo​ for creating such an amazing event, for being awesome mods, and for always leaving such nice coments on my art and writing it means a lot <3

The event ends today, but my codywan kisses certainly do not, I will definetly continue (with a little bit more leisure) doing some more fills with prompts I liked! And of course, you can look forward for the little fictlet that will acompany this piece.

As always, please click on the image for better quality and my card under the cut :)

(commissions are open!)

[ilum-you-so-much]

@codywankissbingo prompt "Kiss in the rain" I swapped to replace "Goodbye kiss" because I started two a bit too big works for that one, and I think Kamino makes kissing in the rain very easy.

That's the most anemic Kaminoan city there can be but perhaps the rest of the buildings sank from seeing Cody and Obi-Wan

K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

I'll post the (this time for real) last filled prompt tomorrow! As always, bingo card under the cut!

[glimmerglanger]

from your lips

REMINDER: final week of @codywankissbingo starts in only a few days! To commemorate, I'm posting what I think'll be my last fic for the event, which I wrote for the "blowing a kiss" prompt.

Set during the Clone Wars, feat: head injuries and a discovery of flirting. Fic and card below!

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Obi-Wan had more experience than he liked to think about with head injuries. 

The last one - sustained when Ventress tried to drop half a mountain on him - had left the world spinning a bit unsteadily and his ears ringing. He felt aware enough to realize he was…off but they hardly had the time in the middle of a battle for him to visit the medics to have them tell him what he already knew.

Instead, he simply kept going through the fray, attempting to hold onto his concentration as best he could. Time slipped and slid away, full of the noise of blasterfire and the stink of singed circuitry, until he ended up, in a moment of quiet on the battlefield, looking across a sea of destroyed droid bodies at Cody. 

He was…beating one of the droids to pieces with its own arm.

Obi-Wan stood, swaying on his feet, just watching with a warm feeling in his chest. 

Cody noticed, a breath later, glancing his way, armor splattered with oil and bearing a few new scratches. Obi-Wan grinned at him, feeling wobbly, and, because it seemed like a good idea with another wave of droids about to break over them both, raised two fingers to his lips.

He pressed a kiss to his gloved fingertips and, because it seemed the only thing to do, blew it towards Cody, who just--stood there, looking confused, until the droids came down on them again. 

And, by the time the battle had ended, Obi-Wan had forgotten about the entire event. 

Probably something to do with the concussion the medics insisted that he had. 

#

Cody knew all the hand signals used officially by the GAR in the field. 

He’d learned many of the signals the Jedi used amongst themselves, and picked up more from the independent fighters on worlds like Ryloth. He had what he personally considered to be a broad and comprehensive knowledge base, important in a war where - sometimes - they simply couldn’t speak to convey a plan.

And yet, he had absolutely no idea what his General had tried to tell him earlier on the battlefield.

He knew, well enough, that Obi-Wan had fought in wars before, so perhaps the sign - the press of fingers to lips and then the odd blowing motion - had come from one of them. Cody had no idea and it ate away at him, knowing that he’d missed communication across the field of battle, that he had - quite likely - made things harder or cost men their lives. 

He pressed his lips together, thinking about that, as he went hunting for his General through the halls. They needed to discuss the sign he’d used and any others that he might decide to throw out, so Cody could be prepared, next time.

In the end, he found Obi-Wan in his quarters with the lights dim and the smell of bacta still on his skin; he’d been to the medics already, then. Obi-Wan greeted him warmly enough, invited him in, and then stared at him - blankly - when Cody brought up the sign he’d used on the battlefield.

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan said, looking honestly puzzled, “what sign did I give you?” 

“This one,” Cody said, and recreated it as well as he could: lips to finger tips, hand titled forward, lips pursed, blow. 

Obi-Wan blinked at him and then, after a beat, a pink tinge spread all across his cheeks. “Ah,” he said, “yes. I recall now.” He leaned back, a little grin stretching across his mouth. “That’s, hm, not precisely a sign for anything, really. Nothing related to a fight, anyway.” 

Cody frowned and asked, because he knew well enough he was missing the context for many of the things nat-borns did, “What’s if for, then?” 

“It’s a flirty gesture,” Obi-Wan said, grin kicking up the corner of his mouth a little further as he tilted his head to the side. “Sorry to make you worry about it, Commander. I hit my head quite hard during the fight and must have simply been unable to think of a better way to communicate how impressed I was with your strategy on the field.” 

Cody knew about flirting, though he’d never attempted to engage in it. He’d never thought much about it.

Which did nothing to explain the slow spread of warmth through his gut as he thought about Obi-Wan--flirting with him across a battlefield. His thoughts spiraled in, tight, as he stood there, until an urge to better understand had him asking, “It implies sending--a kiss to another person?”

“Blowing it to them,” Obi-Wan said, eyes crinkling in the corners, “yes. From your lips to…well. Wherever, I suppose.”

Cody wondered what Obi-Wan’s destination had been, gaze dropping to Obi-Wan’s mouth for a moment before he managed to wrench back control of himself. 

“I see,” he said, looking into Obi-Wan’s bright eyes and imagining knowing what it had meant on the battlefield. It was only a small jump from there to imagining Obi-Wan’s actual lips on his skin and--

And that was something Cody had experience very carefully not thinking about. He cleared his throat and looked to the side. “Should we discuss our new orders?” he asked, tone carefully modulated, and let the moment slip away. 

[galateagalvanized]

Deluge

For the @codywankissbingo prompts ”kiss in the rain” and ”forehead kiss” 💕

So little changes on Kamino. The sky is a dark gray-purple bruise that never heals; the churn of the ocean never settles; and the rain, the constant, unending rain, drifts from dull mist to light patter and back again.

Obi-Wan stares at the gentle downpour and wishes for a real storm. 

He doesn’t know where he’s going. He has a general sense of direction and distance, and he follows that sense into the curtain of water waiting for him beyond the safety of the dockyard’s overhand. His boots slip on smooth metal, skidding and squealing before the rubber catches on infinitesimal imperfections. Rain begins to dampen his hood, pressing gravity deeper into the fibers until it hangs heavy from the bowed curve of his head.

Below his feet, the chrome surface blends into the choppy white-streaked gray below and the placid, black-streaked gray above. Everything is the same, and everything is the same as it always was. 

Small wonder that the Kaminoans took up cloning, really. 

A tug on his heart draws him upwards, and he turns his head like a flower to the sun, searching for a break in the clouds. The clouds are unending, but there is brightness. White glimmers in the distance like an errant limb of lightning struck the top of the observation dome and froze, ungrounded, in transit.

Obi-Wan’s boots slip twice more on the curving arc of the dome’s durasteel before he reaches the shallowest curve of the dome. There are no stairs. Maintenance droids come this way, but they have rocket thrusters and Obi-Wan does not. He climbs nonlinearly, sliding down half the distance he ascends with each step.

He cannot imagine making the journey in full armor instead of worn linen and supple leather.

Cody is sitting a careful ten feet from the apex of the large dome, far enough from the lightning rod to be within spitting distance of safety. His knees are drawn up to his chest, and his arms are wrapped around the bend of his legs like a child sitting up in bed, scared of the dark and holding the harsh hammer of their heart in their ribcage with exterior pressure alone.

Obi-Wan does not think it is the dark Cody is afraid of.

Cody does not look up when Obi-Wan sits next to him. His helmet is off, overturned, collecting falling water like the bucket Cody always says it is.

“My dear,” Obi-Wan says, carefully not pressing into Cody, carefully not pressing him at all. “My dear, I’m sorry, but it’s getting late.”

He left Cody alone for as long as he could, but three hours have passed with no change in the light pulsing weakly through the clouds and no sunburst of orange walking back through the doors.

Cody doesn’t move; his body sits like a gargoyle on this building designed by someone who would disdain the very idea of one, someone who did not believe in beauty beyond utility. Rain runs in rivulets down scuffed white plastoid, painting contours on graves and bracers and down the sharp L-shape of his jaw. His head is bent such that rainwater slips down the soft slide of his neck and through the pucker in the collar of his blacks where the elastic bunches.

He is beautiful; he is beautiful far beyond utility.

Obi-Wan doesn’t say anything else. Cody can and has survived worse than a night alone in the rain, but Obi-Wan would save him from further pain if he can.

Around them, the metal sings to an endless, steady beat. The sun may be setting; it may have already set. The dull, permeating light does not give anything away. Worry unfurls itself like a spider droid in Obi-Wan’s chest: growing, and growing claws.

“Sorry,” Cody chokes out at last, and Obi-Wan controls his relief to a single breath through his nose. “Sorry, I just. I. Obi-Wan.”

It’s enough. Obi-Wan reaches an arm around Cody’s shoulders and pulls him into the warm shelter of his body. The shelter is not physical; Obi-Wan’s robe only soak up the water sitting on the surface of Cody’s armor, and their heights are too similar for Obi-Wan to keep the rain off Cody’s face. 

Cody lets go of his legs and turns into Obi-Wan’s side anyways, letting himself seek comfort instead of solitude. The cuisses on his thighs are newly mismatched. An orange stripe curls over his left leg and is unmirrored on the right.

His old cuisse has been stripped and polished and boxed. The new one is half of a matched set; its twin is somewhere beneath them, keeping Boil from bruises as he stumbles, reeking of bad moonshine, to an empty, borrowed bunk. Beneath that bunk, twenty-six sets of empty armor and one set without its cuisses lie in neat boxes, waiting for new owners.

Kamino’s rains aren’t hard enough to wipe away Umbara’s scars.

Obi-Wan rocks Cody as best he can without unbalancing them. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, and he is, he’s so sorry, he’s so sorry for all of it—for Krell, for not being there, for failing to see the danger, for failing to end the war, for failing to stop the war from ever happening, for how Cody can’t crumble like this in front of his men, for how there is no moonshine to drown this sorrow in, not for the marshal commander of the Third Systems Army. 

He presses a kiss to the bit of Cody’s temple he can reach, just above the curl of his scar. “Oh, Cody, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Cody twists his face into the soft weave of Obi-Wan’s tunic, where the hood of his cloak has kept it mostly dry, and Obi-Wan feels a hot wetness start to soak into the fabric anyways.

“It just,” Cody says, voice hoarse with all the jagged words he’s kept hidden in his throat. “It just won’t stop raining.”

Obi-Wan pulls him closer despite the cold of Cody’s armor, despite the wind picking up.

“I’ll stay with you until it does,” he promises, and they sit there, curled together, as the rain falls softly on.

[hawkeykirsah]

Late Night Spar is my fourth fill for @codywankissbingo​2022 and this one is really my last one, I’m sure of it. Nothing spicy this time, just a late night spar and some softness. Post-war, no Order 66 au.

Kiss prompts used are: accidental kiss, spur of the moment kiss, first kiss, kiss on the nape of the neck, and kiss it better.

Words: ~800

Fic and card under the cut!

The training room was usually blissfully empty at this time of the night-cycle but when Cody stepped through the door he found himself more or less face to face with Obi-Wan. His breath caught in his throat, watching his general—former general, the war was over and they were in a strange limbo as part of the GAR and the service corps with Obi-Wan aboard in his function as Jedi master—running through a lightsaber kata, its glow illuminating the room more than the actual lights.

Cody no sooner stepped through the door when Obi-Wan turned toward him and extinguished his saber.

"Apologies, Cody. I wasn't aware you had planned on using this room," he said, pushing back that stray lock of hair, the hint of a smile on his face. Cody tracked the movement of his hand with his eyes, returning the smile.

"I hadn't exactly planned on it," Cody admitted sheepishly. The dream that had woken him was slowly fading but the tension remained.

"Ah," Obi-Wan remarked knowingly, making his way to one of the benches along the wall. "Would you rather be alone—"

Cody shook his head, "No, please, stay. I wouldn’t mind your company. " He paused, watching the movement of Obi-Wan’s throat as he drank. His heart beat faster in his chest than it should and he was fairly certain it had nothing to do with the nightmare anymore. "We could spar, if you want to.”

Obi-Wan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his smile widening, “I find myself amenable.” He set his lightsaber on the bench next to his canteen and stretched lightly.

“Oh, do you now?” Cody replied, an amused quirk on his lips, running through some preliminary stretches of his own. No need to risk a pulled muscle by not loosening up at least a little. Casting furtive glances at the other man, he finished his stretches and followed Obi-Wan to the center of the mat.

#

Spars between them always went either way because even without using the Force Obi-Wan was a scrappy bastard. This time Cody came up on top—literally—having managed to sweep Obi-Wan’s legs out from under him and pin him before he weaseled his way out of his hold. His lips brushed over the knob of Obi-Wan’s spine, moving on their own accord.

Obi-Wan shifted under him, twisting his head to look over his shoulder at Cody who…remained plastered across his back, staring at the knob of Obi-Wan’s spine and the soft hair at the nape of his neck, something stirring deep in his gut.

“Cody?” he asked, voice quiet, and Cody leaned down, closing the distance between them again—unable to do anything else and hoping fervently he hadn’t misread the little signs—and pressing his lips against the exposed skin beneath him, gentle but firm.

A soft shudder ran through Obi-Wan but he didn’t move other than pressing his forehead to the mat, tucking his chin to his chest and exposing more of his neck to Cody, letting out a shaky breath. 

Cody pulled back, lips tingling, and pushed himself up, settling on the mat beside Obi-Wan. What the everloving kriff had gotten into him? He hadn’t meant to kiss him. Not like this, at least; not without asking. 

“Obi-Wan, I—” he began, wanting to apologize, but Obi-Wan pushed his upper body up on his hands, meeting Cody’s mouth, lips pressing against his own, kissing him, determined and sure. Cody brought up his hands, cupping Obi-Wan’s jaw, and it felt so right to kiss back.

They pulled apart eventually, both panting slightly, and Obi-Wan winced as he sat up fully, rubbing his wrist. Cody narrowed his eyes, looking him over, “Are you alright?”

Obi-Wan didn’t answer immediately, rotating his wrist gingerly instead and grimacing briefly. “It should be fine. Just landed a bit awkwardly.”

But Cody was already up and on his way to the med kit to grab some bacta. Obi-Wan let out an amused huff when he sat down next to him and reached for his arm, seeing hints of a bruise already blooming. He held Obi-Wan’s gaze as he lifted the wrist to his lips, pressing them tenderly against it.

“It feels much better already,” Obi-Wan said, a slight hitch to his voice.

Cody hummed in acknowledgment, opening a small bacta pack and gently smearing it over the bruise, “Good, but we’re still putting bacta on here.”

“Whatever you wish,” Obi-Wan replied quietly, his expression so incredibly fond, and Cody couldn’t help but brush another quick kiss to Obi-Wan’s lips. He pulled back, intertwining their fingers.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“More than,” Obi-Wan assured.

And Cody felt, despite the buzz behind his sternum, content and settled in his bones as though something had snapped in place as they sat there, side by side, pressed close from shoulder to hip.

[codywankissbingo]

Codywan Kiss Bingo 2022: BINGO'S PART ONE (Bingo's 1 - 8)

As we wrap up our bingo event, we just want to take a moment to thank everyone who played along with us. We saw so many great kisses, it's brightened our days immensely.

We appreciate everyone who joined us on this romp and want to take a moment to shout out everyone who completed a bingo (or more than one!)

As with our blackout post, we're including the kisses featured in each fill and a notation if the fill is an E rating, to keep you sfw. Enjoy and be excellent to each other!

We got SO MANY bingos that we can't include them all into one post! Instead, there's going to be three!

bluemaskedkarma (tumblr) / Jynx (ao3) 

Bingos: 1

might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (fingertip kisses)

watching it burn while they watch me twirl (kiss on the cheek)

can't take my eyes off of you (kiss on the lips)

superstars sucked into the supermassive black hole (kiss anywhere but on the lips)

light as whispers (kiss on the shoulder-swapped with stolen kiss)

Brigittttoo (tumblr) / Brigitttt (ao3)

Bingos: 5

Kissing You Awake

Spiderman Kiss, Kiss Hello - Codywan Kiss Bingo

Celebratory Kiss - Codywan Kiss Bingo

Kiss the Bridgegroom - Codywan Kiss Bingo 

Kiss Under the Mistletoe (Kiss Under the Mistletoe, French Kiss, Neck Kiss, Biting Kiss, and Bloody Kiss) (E)

Kiss Goodbye (Kiss Goodbye, Making Out, and Kiss on the *Ahem*) (E)

Kiss It Better 

Kiss for Good Luck 

Kiss as a Disguise (+Secret Kiss)

Bad Kiss, Good Kiss 

crownprincecody (tumblr) / Bluebellstar (ao3) 

Bingos: 4

Bucket Over Boots (first kiss)

Press You To My Heart (blowing kisses)

Best Laid Plans (kiss for luck)

Can't You See That I'm Lonely ( kiss on the cheek, hungry kiss, and free (kiss on the hand))

It's Wrong (You're Right) (Kiss on top of the head, Kiss on the nape of the neck)

Under The Stars (kissing through tears, kiss on the neck)

Encore (Dip Kiss) 

I’m Only Dreaming (tired kiss)

Sunrise (kiss on the shoulder)

I Tell Myself That You’re Gone (french kiss)

Wake Me Up (kiss goodnight)

Kiss on the…*ahem* (E)

All The Twinkly Lights (spiderman kiss, bad kiss)

Butterflies Don’t Kiss (butterfly kiss)

elwenyere (Tumblr and ao3)

Bingos: 2

After the Cold (kiss on the nose)

Best Laid Plans (Codywan, 566w, Kiss Bingo Fill) (kiss for luck)

Compartment Syndrome (hand kiss, kissing through tears) 

Right on Time ("kiss goodbye," "hungry kiss," "french kiss," "kiss on the nape of the neck," and "dry kiss") (E)

galateagalvanized (Tumblr and ao3) 

Bingos: 1

For Everything A Season (good morning kiss, forehead press, kiss on the lips, hand kiss, Free space--snowball kiss, celebratory kiss, kiss anywhere but on the lips, kiss on the... *ahem*) (E)

Deluge (kiss in the rain, forehead kiss) 

Smuggled In (kiss as a disguise, secret kiss)

glimmerglanger (tumblr and ao3) 

Bingos: 5

CWKB Fill One (good morning kiss)

Feeling Good (Kiss to the back of the knee, kiss anywhere but the lips, kiss on the lips, kiss on the neck, kiss on the nape of the neck, kiss on the *ahem*, kiss on the stomach, hand kiss, kiss on the fingers, and sweet kiss)

Emptying the Clip (biting kiss or kiss with teeth AND free space (rimming)) (E)

upon the sun (kiss bingo fill) (first kiss)

Tight Spot (spiderman kiss, french kiss) (E)

from your lips (blowing a kiss)

careful (kiss it better, kiss hello) (E)

goddammitjim (tumblr) / jimmytiberius (ao3) 

Bingos: 3

your blood on my lips (your hand in mine) (gross kiss, kiss as a disguise, kiss it better, celebratory kiss, bloody kiss)

An Officer and a Gentleman (goodnight kiss, kiss on the cheek, free!, sloppy kiss, hand kiss)

In Any Universe (open mouthed kiss)

Same Series: forehead press

Same Series: kiss on the finger

Same Series: thousandth kiss

Same Series: New Year’s Kiss 

hawkeykirsah (tumblr) / Kittyhawk (ao3) 

Bingos: 9

Things We Learn (or Not) (dry kiss, sweet kiss, kiss on the nose, kiss anywhere but on the lips)

At Any Time, Regardless (Follow-Up) (hungry kiss, kiss on the fingers, kiss on the neck, French kiss, kiss anywhere but on the lips, leaving a mark, kiss on the ahem, and sweet kiss) (E)

Chase Your Heart-verse, Wedding Night (hungry kiss, kiss on the neck, kiss on the *ahem*, good night kiss, good morning kiss, free space (drunken kiss), french kiss, sweet kiss, and kiss anywhere but on the lips) (E)

Final fill (so the author CLAIMS!) (accidental kiss, spur of the moment kiss, first kiss, kiss on the nape of the neck, and kiss it better)

kiss through tears, stolen kiss, dry kiss, kiss anywhere but on the lips 

New year’s kiss, true love’s kiss, kiss in the air/unconnected kiss

[feybarn]

Codywan prompt: Obi-Wan was undercover as a pirate and got hit by plot-device-of-your-choice amnesia, now thinks he's a real pirate. Cody is attempting to retrieve him and Pirate!Obi-Wan is just *so* flattered by this passionate, pretty young man that seems determined to tie him up ;) Cody was not ready for his general to actually turn the swarmy flirting on him. - Millberry

Doesn't QUITE fit the prompt, less tying of people up than I initially planned, but it was inspired by this!!

Also hitting two spots for @codywankissbingo (kiss on the fingers AND blowing a kiss) and one spot for @codywanbingo ("All I want is you")

[theedwardianone]

Fifth and last fic for the @codywankissbingo is up! This time for tired kiss and kiss on the neck, giving me two bingos!!

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How Obi-Wan had managed to make his way up here to the war room while still being pretty much asleep Cody had no idea. What he did know was that if Obi-Wan had been awake he would probably be completely horrified at being seen like this, acting like a giant sized tooka, clinging to Cody's back.

Cody analysed that thought. Either that or entirely too amused, could go both ways if he was being entirely honest. For all that Obi-Wan liked to appear the wise and serene jedi master, Cody knew better. Obi-Wan was a sarcastic, chaotic menace. An absolute pain in Cody’s shebs at the best of times, but also utterly self-sacrificing and with a heart that just couldn’t stop caring. Cody loved all of it so utterly and completely.

[itsgoldleaf]

my first fill for @codywankissbingo​ 2022 is here, it’s done, it’s for kissing through tears and you can read it through the tears below!

A Spectre, A Shade.

Which direction on the bingo card am I going? Find out next week 😂

[jedishadowolf]

First row of Bingo finished! I’m feel accomplished. :).

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39755907

[sissiarte]

My first fill for the @codywankissbingo !!! The prompt was dry kiss <3 a quick little peck on the lips bc these are very busy boys and have to run out to fight some droids and stuff!

Wip here !

Wrote a little fic to go with it <3

My card under the cut :)

[ilum-you-so-much]

Another @codywankissbingo prompt fill, this time "Angry kiss" with a Sith!Obi-Wan (currently offline) and one very very frustrated Republic Commander Cody (tired of just flirting).

Obi-Wan here is Plankton's "I never thought I'd get this far" reaction since that flirting was all bark and no bite but now he has to prove he's not all words. Even his lightsaber malfunctioned and sputtered out from all that steam rising from his ears.

Bingo card under the cut!

[glimmerglanger]

Tight Spot

I don't think I'm going to get a black-out for my @codywankissbingo card, but I'm trying to fill in two last ideas I had, starting with this one for the "Spiderman kiss" and "French kiss" squares.

This is established Codywan in nature, set in a post-war everyone lives/nobody dies AU. They're off doing missions and end up having some time to themselves...

Note: SPICY. Pretty much JUST spice! Card and fic under the cut:

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Cody had never required much space to feel comfortable, but he had to admit that their current accommodations left something to be desired. 

He and Obi-Wan had ended up boarding an ancient transport ship to get out to a planet deep in Wild Space where - apparently - no one went except a few traders. The traders were friendly enough, in the way that people who spent too long alone in deep space tended to get friendly, but they had very limited space. 

Most of the ship had no atmosphere - a lot of the really old models were like that - so they were trapped between the small kitchen, the cockpit, and their cabin, such as it was. 

The two of them were, currently, sharing a space that was roughly eight-foot by eight-foot by eight-foot, with a bunk in with them.

Cody had no idea what they’d have done if they weren’t very comfortable sleeping on-top of each other. 

As it was, they’d made the best of the situation and only had three more days stuck in the hold. Limited space, in the end, wasn’t the biggest problem. That was the inability to do anything. Even stretching your legs proved impossible, unless one wanted a very unpleasant acquaintance with the void of space. 

Fortunately, they both had experience making the most of small spaces.

Hundreds of push-ups were a good start, Cody considered, pausing and glancing up as he did. Obi-Wan had waved at him to go ahead when Cody asked if he could monopolize…most of the floorspace in the little cabin.

Obi-Wan obviously didn’t need it, currently balancing by the wall on his fingertips. 

Cody looked up Obi-Wan’s body, the line of his arm to his shoulders, muscle standing defined under his skin, over his chest and stomach, to the perfect stretch of his legs. Obi-Wan - just like Cody - was wearing nothing but a pair of briefs; they were both trying to avoid getting their clothes completely sweaty. 

Obi-Wan’s hair hung towards the floor, dark with sweat, and he had his eyes closed, expression peaceful and free of strain. He looked, Cody considered, his body thrumming with heat and exertion, completely gorgeous. 

The thought had Cody pushing up with both arms into a perfect plank. 

The position brought him closer to Obi-Wan, brought his mouth a breath from Obi-Wan’s, in fact, though…upside down. 

Cody grinned, just a little, and leaned forward to kiss him. 

“Mm,” Obi-Wan murmured, when Cody eased back. “Getting distracted, darling?” 

Cody hummed, shifting to press a kiss to Obi-Wan’s shoulder, the skin warm under his lips, slick with sweat. “I did my reps,” he said, “and I’ve been thinking that there’s probably something else we could do for core work.” 

“Oh?” Obi-Wan asked, and Cody could hear the amusement in his tone, glancing sideways to find that Obi-Wan had opened his eyes, watching him as Cody nipped - just a little - at his bicep. “Are you sure it’s something we’d have room for?” 

“Always managed to fit before,” Cody assured him, straightening his arms again, and Obi-Wan snorted a laugh, his free hand coming to rest on Cody’s shoulder, bracing, as he just--folded himself down in a graceful display of casual strength that had Cody’s cock throbbing anew as Obi-Wan settled across his back.

Obi-Wan’s weight felt good; he supported some of it on his arm, but most of it came down on Cody’s back as Obi-Wan pressed his chest close, legs stretched out over Cody’s, hooking his feet by Cody’s ankles, just--draping himself there. 

“Were you thinking of something like this?” Obi-Wan asked, voice warm, breath puffing across Cody’s ear, and kriff, he was hard, cock pressing down against Cody’s ass as he rolled his hips.

“You’re on the right track,” Cody said. “Legs off to one side.” 

“Oh, I see,” Obi-Wan purred, kissing his throat and shifting, getting his knees on the floor, on either side of Cody’s legs, lifting his weight away. Cody exhaled, muscles tightening as he put one knee on the floor and then the other, pressing himself back up against Obi-Wan’s body. 

He felt his gut get hard and tight with want, groaning when Obi-Wan took the opportunity to grind against him, Obi-Wan rasping, “Yes, I can see how this would work.”

“Glad you agree,” Cody panted, hot all over as Obi-Wan ran his hands down Cody’s sides, all his weight resting on Cody’s back. Obi-Wan hooked his fingers into the waistband of Cody’s briefs and tugged. 

They came down easily enough that Cody was willing to bet there’d been some Force assistance, but he wasn’t about to argue. Instead, he ground out, “Between my legs, get your cock between my legs.” 

Obi-Wan groaned, curling one hand around Cody’s cock and stretching his other hand out for the lube. 

“Kriff, yes,” Cody panted, as Obi-Wan straightened, all at once, just lifting his upper body away from Cody’s back in a smooth movement. He squeezed some of the lube down over Cody’s ass. 

“Remember to tighten your core,” Obi-Wan rasped, as Cody heard him shoving his briefs down and slicking himself up, and Cody snorted at him.

He shot back, “Worry about yourself. Put your back into it.”

Obi-Wan laughed, throaty and delighted - delightful - and put his hands on Cody’s hips, pressing forward after shifting his legs, getting himself lined up properly. Cody spread his thighs just enough for Obi-Wan’s cock to slide between them, thick and long and hot. 

“Yeah,” he panted out, squeezing his thighs together, heat licking up his spine at the sound Obi-Wan made, hips moving as he leaned forward. He braced one hand to the side, his other curling around Cody’s hip, hand back on Cody’s cock, slick now and so good--

They moved together, bodies slick with sweat and lube, heat building between them with each shift forward and back, until Obi-Wan grunted against his shoulder, cock twitching between his thighs and pulsing - hot - against Cody’s legs and - kriff - his balls and--

Cody followed him over when Obi-Wan twisted his wrist just so, groaning into his arm and shivering through it. 

“Mm,” Obi-Wan murmured, pressing tickling kisses to the back of Cody’s shoulders. “You’re right, this is more fun than crunches.” 

Cody laughed, twisting enough to steal an awkward kiss over his shoulder, open-mouthed, hot and slick, sliding his tongue past Obi-Wan’s lips. Soon, they’d have to clean up. It would be even more unpleasant than he’d gotten used to on this trip, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Not yet. There’d be time for that later. 

[alderaani]

with your fingers in my hair, baby this is it

my first fill for the @codywankissbingo​ challenge, has taken me a long ol’ time because this fic just would not stop growing. i cannot write succintly to save my life :’) written for the prompt ‘kiss as a disguise’...that trope is catnip to me. fic and bingo card below:

Posted on AO3!

As the door wooshes open and he steps back into the conference room, a blast of cold air hits Cody’s bare nipples. He barely resists the urge to cover them like one of the LAATI pinups, gritting and bearing the chill like he’s back on Kamino toughing it through exposure conditioning.

Obi-Wan takes one look at his face, at the sour wet-tooka expression plastered there, and starts laughing.

“Is it really so bad, Commander?” he says between chuckles. “I think it suits you.”

Cody takes a deep breath and counts to ten before he lets any words out.

“This is the worst idea you’ve ever had, Sir.”

Obi-Wan just laughs harder, progressing from chuckle to belly laugh. Cody would be thrilled to have inspired it in any other situation. “Now that is high praise.”

It’s easy for him to be amused - he’s not dressed in a scrap of black mesh masquerading as a shirt. No, while they share similar synth-leather trousers, Obi-Wan is wearing a close fitted dark coloured vest that at least decently covers him from midriff to shoulder, in some skin-tight silky mockery of his usual undertunic. It does lack sleeves though, and from where Obi-Wan is propped up against the main console, his arms crossed over his chest, Cody can see the line of freckles that disappear from bicep towards his collar bone. He can see the strength in the tensing muscles, can see the faint scars that shade from raw pink to faded white, can see the dusting of fine hair on his forearms.

He looks…casual. Cody would almost take him for relaxed, if he couldn’t see the anticipatory tilt to his posture, the little sharp edge to his smile. Obi-Wan is looking forward to this, and why shouldn’t he? He’s in his element when he is the wolf in the sheep pen. He’s always bemoaning his lack of opportunities to go on real Jedi assignments, the kind he was made for, and even while the dread had curdled in his stomach, Cody had still found it in himself to be charmed at how delighted Obi-Wan had been when the call for this mission came in.

Cody feels so naked, in so many ways. The arenas he was built for are far more literal. To him, subterfuge is to sneak quietly around someone’s back, until the time comes to sink a knife in. He was not made to pretend to be anything other than what he is; a weapon of full-frontal siege warfare. His only notion of subtlety is to find the back door, and perhaps to knock instead of kicking it down.

Without his armour, every breath of air on his skin sends prickles of panic-danger-wrong skittering up his spine. It is usually a luxury to feel wind on his cheeks, in his hair, on the back of his neck, a small allowance he gives himself when a campaign is over and he’s surveying over the cleanup. This is just carelessness. He is so conscious of every breath, the rise and fall of his chest, the thrum of his pulse in his throat. How do natborns wander about like this every day? How does Kenobi ? He always bangs on about ‘freedom of movement’ this, and ‘limited range of motion’ that, but as Cody likes to retort, you can’t do a front flip if you’re dead.  

Another waft of cold air comes spilling out of the enviro-unit, and he does cross his arms now, hissing breath out through his teeth. Obi-Wan follows the motion, and tries to school his expression into something like contrition. It doesn’t fool Cody for a moment.

“I am sorry about the shirt,” Obi-Wan says, eyes still sparkling with mirth. “You’re far too wide in the shoulders for anything else of mine to fit.”

Cody brushes this off with a wave of his hand, mostly because if he thinks about wearing Obi-Wan’s clothes he won’t ever think about anything else.

“Sir,” he says, paintive. “I’ve never been trained to go undercover.”

He watches Obi-Wan’s gaze soften and his throat thickens with something stuck between longing and annoyance.

“Well, Commander, you could start by calling me Obi-Wan,” Kenobi says with another half-laugh.

Cody dismisses that before the sentence is even finished. Of all the stupid suggestions.

“This is serious.”

“I am serious, Cody.” Obi-Wan indicates one of the empty seats round the console and folds himself into the other, bracing one ankle over the top of his opposite thigh. Cody very carefully does not look, and finds that he is devastatingly aware of the vee that Obi-Wan’s legs make all the same.

Call him by his name indeed. He’s got to retain some form of plausible deniability, even if it’s for nobody’s benefit but his own. He collapses into the chair and steeples his fingers, glaring at Obi-Wan over the top of them.

“There’s no place for rank here if this is going to work,” Obi-Wan continues saying, pressing one of the buttons and making a soft noise of satisfaction when the club schematics spring up before them. “Goodness, it’s been years since I’ve been here. It hasn’t changed a bit.”

Cody gives the schematics a cursory glance, but he already knows what he’s looking at, had memorised these plans the moment Obi-Wan sent them to him. Their target is a small data chit that Republic intelligence has been chasing all the way from the outer rim, ever since a localised malware bug hit one of the medstations on the Karkaris leg of the Perlemian Trade Route and caused a massive data leak. Before the techs could contain it, it had fallen into the lap of a small-time local spice cartel, who probably hadn’t known what they were looking at beyond ‘military’ and ‘valuable’, but knew enough to auction it off to the highest bidder. If they don’t retrieve that chit tonight, intel on the GAR’s troop numbers, battalion placement and spec-ops agents operating in the sector could be in Separatist laps by sunrise.

“Our agent suggests that the cartel is going to make the data exchange at 0100, so we need to be in position by 11 to tail their position.”

“And we’re just going to…walk in?” Cody asks, looking at the floorplan with more interest. He’d known it wouldn’t be exactly like the stake-outs Fox sometimes has to have his boys do on the resident smuggling rings that riddle Coruscant like woodworm, but he’d thought there would be a little more finesse to it than that.

Obi-Wan must see the scepticism on his face, because he smiles, soft and amused, and just like that Cody is naked again, because if Obi-Wan can see that, surely he can see everything else that Cody doesn’t say and still somehow cannot suppress.

“Exactly,” Obi-Wan says. “I’ve always found that the key to hiding in plain sight is to never tell a lie, just never share the whole truth. We will be patrons seeking out a night of legitimate business, just as I hope that we are two friends who will enjoy buying a drink together. You cannot be caught in falsehoods that don’t exist.”

There’s a lot in that speech that he should be unpacking, but Cody is too busy trying to swallow down the brick-shaped wedge that has made a home in his throat.

The first time he ever visited 79s, he’d felt like he was drowning on the waves of humid air, on the writhing mass of bodies, on the feeling of the walls closing in. His batchmates know by now that if they want to ply him with anything it has to be on the desolate rooftop Fox has claimed as his open air office, passing a bottle of spirits between them to keep their blood warm.

He forces himself to laugh. “I stand by what I said, then. The worst idea.”

Cody considers briefly, fleetingly, that it does not have to be him that accompanies his general this evening. Skywalker is on planet, any one of the 212th’s ARCs is far more in practise than he is at running extraction briefs, and Obi-Wan had been quite ready to run the whole gig solo. But he looks at his General’s face again, at the tightly leashed glee lurking just under the surface of his measured expression, and knows he will not let it be anyone but him.

“Right, Sir,” he says grimly. “I guess you’d better start again from the top…”

~*~

It’s the bass that hits him first, spilling out of the club’s open doorway to pulse in the cooling air. There’s already a crowd hovering in a cordoned off area nearby, cigarettes and gossip passing from hand to hand like credit chits. One Nautolan, lurid purple tentacles swept over one shoulder, has slid down to sit against the wall, bleary-eyed and dark makeup smeared, looking almost surprised at their liquor-induced predicament. Their friends are laughing, almost falling over themselves as they grab hold of a hand and try to pull them back up.

A small queue lingers by the streaky transparisteel doors, some patrons tottering in needle-sharp heels, others looking distinctly chilly in clothes that were made to be statement over function. Cody can relate. He wedges his palms deeper into his pockets, determined that at least some part of him should be decent, and follows the beacon of Obi-Wan’s body heat.

His General slides through the surrounding crowd like an eel, streetlights glinting off his hair, glowing off his shirt. Cody steels himself to follow, and he has to shoulder several people out of the way instead, unused to navigating the press of errant bodies and limbs. Humbling, if nothing else. Out here ‘Commander’ means very little at all.

He catches up to Obi-Wan just as he reaches the bouncers, and shifts on his heels as Obi-Wan smiles and laughs and points towards him, before flashing a hand in a gesture that looks like it should hold an ID card, but Cody is fairly sure holds nothing at all.

The bouncer looks between Cody and Obi-Wan, his brow knitting together for a long moment, before it smooths, hesitancy giving way to acceptance.

“You’re all good, enjoy your night,” he says, stamping each of their hands with a little starfish logo and running script that says ‘ Amphi’s Den ’.

Cody examines the narrow black ink as they descend wide-blue lit stairs that take them back and down from the street, shuffling in behind the other patrons.

“Are you alright?” Obi-Wan asks.

Cody looks up at him, stomach swooping when he finds Kenobi closer than he expected, almost shoulder to shoulder.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” he says reflexively, surprising himself to find that it’s almost completely true.

“I know how you feel about crowds,” Obi-Wan says.

“And how’s that?”

“That there shouldn’t be any,” Obi-Wan grins, the backs of their hands bumping together.

Cody swallows, jumps a little at the contact, but Obi-Wan isn’t looking at him any more, his gaze distant and intent as he studies the faces around them. Stupid, to think it might be anything more than accidental. Stupid to want it.

He shifts back and clears his throat.

“It’s not so bad. Still on the clock, aren’t we?” he says. “It’s easier to think about it that way.”

Easier to settle into a combat frame of mind, where he can push to the limit and keep going dead at a run out the other side, easier then to remember that this is a job, no matter how much fun Obi-Wan is having.

Obi-Wan’s mouth twists up, wry. “How awfully pragmatic. We’ll have to change that.”

Cody catches himself before he uses the word ‘Sir’ like a question, not really due to self restraint, but almost wholly because his General seizes him by the hand and drags him along for the ride as they hit the hallway at the bottom of the stairs.

The club beyond is a vision in blues and blacks, back-lit booths hidden in the half-light, a wall of tanks behind the bar iridescent with water plants and tiny, silvery fish that huddle and scatter when the bartenders come close. The dance floor is flat and shiny, like a pool of speeder oil left to set, and at each corner a water-filled tube shaped like a bacta tank holds a scantily clad aquatic dancer. The one closest is a Mon Calamari woman, who winks and presses up against the transparisteel to blow Cody a kiss when she catches him looking.

He grunts in simmering disapproval, frowning over his shoulder as Obi-Wan drags him to the bar, and then he stands there, stiff and awkward as the other patrons move around him, sweaty humidity building in the air.

“The first step to enjoying yourself is to relax, Cody,” Obi-Wan says softly. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Sorry,” Cody says, smiling sheepishly. “I was uh - thinking about the nightmare the risk assessments would be for those things.”

That earns him a laugh. “I can always count on you to cover the logistics. They’re good fun, so I’m told. I dared Kit to take a turn in the one they keep for customers once, he was very good.”

“Kit as in Master Fisto ?” Cody says, itching for his bucket now, immediately, so that he can harass Monnk with all haste.

“The very same. Drink?” Obi-Wan says.

Cody doesn’t recognise any of the names, apart from one of the large fancy ones that come with a little umbrella (that Rex only admits to liking when he’s properly drunk), so he lets Obi-Wan choose for him, ending up with something dark and fragrant, that burns on the way down.

The crowd builds as they slide into an empty booth, the knot of people on the dance floor swelling to a sprawling, pulsating mass. The leather bench is plush looking, but hard and cheap underneath, a metaphor that could be scaled up to the whole of Coruscant if Cody was thinking about it. But he’s not, because the moment he puts his arm up on the divider, Obi-Wan slides in underneath, pressing right up against Cody’s side.

They’d discussed it first of course, and it had seemed strategic then, the perfect cover. Just a couple on a night out, enjoying each other’s company.

It does not feel strategic now, the soft heat of Obi-Wan’s body burning into Cody’s skin. His mesh top slides between them, keeping him so close, still so far away. Burning, firebrand want curls low in Cody’s belly, prickling over his body with the force of a wildfire at the press of so much skin. He gasps before he can help it, and the way the motion forces them closer together, rib to rib, breath to breath, tips him into immolation. He sits there, burning, while Obi-Wan chatters and makes small talk, all while his razor sharp eyes watch the crowd, the shark waiting in the water.

He loses track of the time, unforgivably distracted, minutes measuring out in the slow string of drinks Obi-Wan gets them to maintain appearances, the way his throat flexes when he swallows, the soft cotton-fresh smell of his clothes.

Cody feels his body relax, even manages to return some of the small talk, but doesn’t truly surface until Obi-Wan goes rigid against him.

“Where?” he breathes, leaning in so close his lips almost brush the shell of Obi-Wan’s ear.

Obi-Wan turns towards him, nestling their heads in close, lightsaber calloused hand closing firmly around Cody’s wrist. Seven o’clock , he taps out in code against his pulse point. Cody looks until he sees the profile they’re looking for, a Quarren man with bright blue tattoos on his tentacles. Lussar Tine, respectable cobalt miner and their prospective data buyer. He’s leaning up against the bar, keeping to the periphery.

As they watch, he pushes away from his place and wanders towards the restrooms, a small escort trailing him at a distance.

“I see him,” Cody says, the soft strands of Obi-Wan’s hair tickling his face. He moves to stand, one hand automatically dropping to the place his blaster usually occupies.

Obi-Wan’s grip on his wrist tightens hard, but none of the motion shows as he leans up and turns it into a carress, sliding his other hand up Cody’s shoulder to curl over the muscle. Cody can’t suppress the shudder that rolls through him, all momentum thoroughly killed.

“Not so hasty, my dear. I’m not quite ready to dance,” Obi-Wan says, tucking in like he’s about to press a kiss to Cody’s cheek before whispering in his ear, voice tempered and pitched low. “I’ll follow him directly. Do you remember the back window on the schematics? Good. Wait for my signal there.”

And before Cody can open his mouth to ask what signal, exactly, Obi-Wan shuffles out and is gone, lost in the mass of people that now flank the club from wall to wall. He drowns his frustration in knocking back the last of his drink, before heading back up the stairs and out into the cordoned area on the street.

“Hey, uh, you got a smoke?” he asks the nearest woman, trying to soften his movements into something casual, trying to mould himself into just another guy on his way home, maybe a little tipsy, a little aimless. He’s never been a good liar, but she laughs and hands him one, so it can’t have been awful.

He sticks the unlit end between his teeth, relishing the sharp burn of each drag down into his lungs. Perhaps this undercover shit isn’t so bad after all. The cigarette accompanies him into the street beyond, and round the back of the building to an alleyway that stinks of garbage and stagnant water. He finds the right window easily enough, squeezing behind two large dumpsters to press close to the wall underneath.

The window is ajar, just large enough that he can probably wriggle through when the need arises. With Kenobi, it really is a when, rather than an if. Even with a decent pair of ears on him all he can make out is tone, more the resonance of voices overlapping than anything else, one familiar, the others not. There’s at least three, given the entourage, probably double if he’s accounting for the other half of the handoff.

Obi-Wan is definitely in the room - he’d recognise the rolling lilt of his voice anywhere. Cody knows that tone, the smart-ass kind, the distraction kind. He presses himself closer to the window frame, ignoring the slimy film to the wall beneath, just as the distant voices swell into conflict. He braces himself, hoping that a call to action is imminent –

The noise tips over into shouting, scuffles, and the distinctive sound of someone being punched in the gut.

It’s good enough.

Cody hooks onto the window ledge and brute forces the hinges with his body, dropping through into the fresher beyond in time to take out one of the quarren bodyguards below. A human man with biceps like tree trunks has his hand around Obi-Wan’s throat, his General’s feet barely touching the ground. They make eye contact - Obi-Wan grins, and it’s all teeth. Cody rolls his eyes and grins back.

The fight that follows is short and brutal, and in the end they can’t stop one of the spice runners escaping while Cody is backed up against a urinal. There’s a smear of someone else’s blood on his chest, soaking straight through the mesh; another reason why it is vastly subpar to armour.

“Good timing, as always,” Obi-Wan says, as he straightens his tunic and runs a hand through his hair.

“What happened to your signal?” Cody gripes, crossing to the door and peering out through the keyhole window into the corridor beyond.

“I thought that one worked rather well,” Obi-Wan says, fishing the data chit from where it slid under one of the sinks. He grimaces at it before sliding it somewhere underneath his clothes.

Cody glares at him. “I thought you said this was a stealth mission.”

“To a point. All strategies have a purpose,” Obi-Wan says primly, which is the biggest fucking cop-out Cody’s ever heard.

He’s about to call Kenobi out on his Skywalker bullshit when there are distant shouts down the hallway.

“Time to go?” he says, expectant.

“My thoughts exactly,” Obi-Wan says, then floors Cody completely by grabbing hold of his hand again.

They turn to go back to the main floor, then freeze when they see the outline of several figures in security vests.

“Back through the window?” Cody asks.

“Too slow, back door. This way,” Obi-Wan breathes, tugging him through a neighbouring door labelled ‘no public access’ and into the warren of back rooms and corridors beyond. As it swings shut behind them, Cody hears shouts for medics and the pounding of several sets of feet as the scene in the bathroom is discovered. Obi-Wan curses and picks up speed. They run past open crates of liquor, paper towels, straws, and if Cody’s eyes don’t deceive him, a hefty shipment of death sticks and across towards the stairwells, where the sounds of the club grow louder again.

They’re maybe two feet from the door back out onto the main floor, just tucked into the shadow under the stairs, when it starts to swing open from the other side.

Obi-Wan swears, just the breathy sound of it hitting Cody’s ears, before he twists a hand in Cody’s shirt and shoves him back hard. Cody lands against the wall, opens his mouth to ask what’s going on –

Obi-Wan kisses him.

Obi-Wan kisses him, and suddenly Cody doesn’t know what he was about to say, doesn’t know where he is, doesn’t know what his name is. All thoughts of the data-chit, of the mission, of the club he’s standing in leak out of his ears to puddle somewhere around his feet. The universe narrows down to the dry press of Obi-Wan’s lips, the fist he still has in his shirt collar, the other hand curling round his hip.

Cody melts into the wall, can’t hold back the gasp that wrenches deep out of the pit of his stomach and - oh, the wet heat that follows obliterates any last sense of self he once possessed. He groans somewhere deep in his chest, his hands folding over the small of Obi-Wan’s back, squeezing when he feels his grip falter, chasing the slick slide of their lips, the rasp of Obi-Wan’s beard.

When his teeth graze Obi-Wan’s lip it pulls a little hitching gasp from him, and Cody chases the sound, wanting to learn how to make him do it in a hundred different ways. Obi-Wan tilts his head, deepens the kiss, and the hand on Cody’s waist migrates to his hair, tugging at his curls and sending electricity down his spine.

“Hey! You can’t be back here, can’t you read? It’s staff only!”

Obi-Wan jerks backwards, panting heavily. Cody squints towards the door, staring uncomprehendingly at the bartender who has just interrupted them. His whole body feels shivery, somewhere between too hot and too cold without another body pressed against it. He sweeps his tongue over his bottom lip and tastes the liquor Obi-Wan was drinking.

“I – our apologies,” Obi-Wan says, stumbling over his words, which Cody cannot actually remember ever happening before. His mouth is pink, glistening, and all Cody wants to do is reach out to him, haul him back in. “We’ll just be – going –”

Cody feels himself nod in agreement, and together they slink past the bartender, across the dancefloor, back up the stairs and out into the night, where only the sounds of distant speeder traffic filter into the space between them. As Cody comes back to himself, and the pieces of reality fuse back into a whole, he has to work hard to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

He’s known for months what Kenobi means to him. What he wants; what he shouldn’t want. What he can never have.

Relief and dread curdle in his stomach as he waits for Obi-Wan to say something, because he’s never had words for anything like this.

He knows, objectively, why he did it. What sort of picture they would have painted underneath the stairwell, the lesson that Obi-Wan had been trying to teach him before they came. Tell as few untruths as possible. Present the scenario that people expect to see.

It wasn’t anything real.

It doesn’t stop a mixture of anticipation and dread curdling in his stomach as he waits for Obi-Wan to say something, doesn’t stop the tension rattling up his spine. Even as he knows there is no outcome of this that the deep, unacknowledged part of his soul fruitlessly longs for.

“Well,” he says, tilting that small, familiar smile, though there’s something hesitant behind his eyes. Suddenly, Cody feels brittle all over. “I’d say that was a success. I – must apologise, Commander. I’d have liked to have warned you before invading your personal space like that. I hope you can forgive me.”

It’s crushing, but there’s a strange sort of relief in it. Cody smiles despite himself, and just like that the moment of crisis is over. They are back on familiar ground, General and right hand man.

Nothing less. Certainly nothing more.

“Of course, Sir. It was quick thinking.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes thaw from reserved back to warm, and Cody relaxes into it, letting the moment pass and fade as just another mission feature for the report.

But there’s still that kernel of him, that piece that hopes. That piece that will be stuck now, under those stairs, waiting to step out into the light.

[hawkeykirsah]

Here is my first fill for the @codywankissbingo​ 2022!

The Things We Learn (or Not)

feat. Cody having to deal with people making various assumptions about him, his brothers, and his relationship with Obi-Wan.

CWKB card under the cut!

[crownprincecody]

Press You To My Heart

Here's my second fill for the @codywankissbingo. Yeah, I know it's not even close to my other bingo square but this is the fic I apparently had to write.

As usual, bingo card under cut.