#distraught?

12. a hoarse whisper “kiss me”

This is probably not at all what your were asking for, but here you go!

“Run, Bodhi! Run!”

Cassian’s voice is as frantic as Bodhi thinks he’s ever heard it, but he doesn’t need to be told twice. He scrambles backwards for a moment, nearly tripping over himself and eyes going comically wide. “Shit, Cassian, I thought you said–”

Cassian grabs for his arm, catching his sleeve and yanking him out of the way just as a blaster shot singes past, alarmingly close to his head. “Forget what I said! Just run!”

The mission had been going so well, too. One tiny slip right at the tail end, and suddenly they’re both running for their lives. Bodhi’s not even entirely sure what went wrong, but he certainly doesn’t have time to think about it right now.

They barely make it back onto the ship, stumbling up the ramp and heaving for breath. Cassian shouts for K2 to get them out of there. “Go, Kay, go!” He pounds a hand on the wall on the way to the cockpit to make sure he has the droid’s attention. “We have to go, now!”

Bodhi doesn’t stop to hear the response; the ramp isn’t even up yet, and blaster fire is still raining down on them. Something explodes in a shower of smoke and sparks; he scrambles to the release lever, slamming it up as if that will somehow make the mechanism raise faster. It doesn’t, but that doesn’t stop him from trying. “Come on, come on,” he mutters through clenched teeth.

The ship lurches off the ground. “Ha! Yes!” Bodhi cheers, then whips around, “Uh, right– right!” He rushes up to the cockpit, only stopping once he’s leaning over Cassian’s shoulder and biting his lip to stop himself from backseat driving. Some part of him wants to laugh at the absurdity of it all; the last time he’d been in this same position, things hadn’t turned out so well. It’d ended with a crashed ship and a firefight, if he remembered correctly.

He can’t so much as take a deep breath until they’re in the clear. Even then, Bodhi’s heart races in his chest. Because– Holy shit,  they almost just died, again.

Cassian slumps back in his seat with a groan, and Bodhi lets himself collapse against his back, forehead thudding gently into his shoulder. “I told you I’d be no good undercover,” he grumbles, though it’s a bit muffled.

Cassian laughs. “We got it, didn’t we?” He fishes around in the inner pocket of his jacket until he finds what he’s looking for - a little disk containing sensitive information apparently critical to the Alliance’s next move - and waves it absentmindedly in front of them to prove his point before tucking it away again. “And it could’ve gone worse.”

Bodhi lifts his head, just to give him an incredulous look. “Yeah, we could be dead,” he snorts.

Cassian shrugs, offering a half-smile and arching his brows as if to reluctantly concede the point. “Or we could be captured.” Which– Yeah, okay, that would probably be worse. Bodhi winces, but hums in agreement.

They settle into an easy silence, still catching their breath from the sprint back to the ship and coming down from the flood of adrenaline thrumming through their systems.

After a moment, Cassian turns in his chair and extends a hand. “C’mere.” He tugs Bodhi up from his spot and into his arms, onto his lap. Bodhi goes willingly, wrapping his arms around Cassian and pulling him close. He doesn’t draw back until the knot in his chest eases and the tension begins to drain from his body.

When he finally does, Cassian meets his eyes, half-lidded and lingering. “Kiss me,” he breathes, soft but insistent, voice rough with relief and catching in his throat.

Bodhi smiles tiredly and leans in, more than happy to oblige.

and one more kiss prompt to go, for anon!