Taking Initiative
Codywan Week: Day 5, Fluff @codywanweek
Tooth-rotting fluff is one of my favoritest things. Enjoy!
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Cody looked up as his door slid open, squinting as the bright light of the corridor intruded on his dimly-lit quarters. The bundle in his arms squirmed, grumbling a soft complaint.
âSorry,â Obi-Wan whispered, as the door slid shut again. âHow is she?â
âAsleep, finally.â Cody smiled down at the young nautolan theyâd discovered while on a mission. Or, rather, sheâd found them. One minute heâd been arguing with the General over the directions theyâd been given and the next there was a youngling attached to his leg and stuff in nearby stalls had begun to levitate.
Heâd let Obi-Wan do all the talking since the girl, Fia, refused to be parted from him. She said his tastefeel was squishy, like marshmallows in Hoth chocolate. It earned him a lot of razzing from the other troopers and Obi-Wanâs grin had been far too delighted, but it was hard to stay mad about it.
Sheâd been a bundle of energy all day long, asking endless questions and dragging them on a tour of her favorite places in town: bakery, pet emporium, knife-sharpening stall, and a fountain where flocks of birds gathered. Waxer and Boil had taken over the mission from them and had completed it without mishap before they even made it back to the ship. It was nothing short of a miracle, and Cody was considering having the duo take over all of Obi-Wanâs little âside missions.â The only casualties of the day were a couple of clay pots Fia had broken with her impromptu levitation trick, and a steady stream of credits at the various locales theyâd visited.
âI can see why young Fia thinks youâre squishy,â Obi-Wan teased.
Cody made a rude gesture he probably couldnât see and shifted to make room for him on the bunk. His General sat beside him, back propped against the wall, but their arms and legs touching. Cody flushed warm as Obi-Wan leaned even closer, brushing his fingers against Fiaâs brow.
âYouâre very good with her,â he murmured.
âI had a lot of practice helping out with the younger vode.â Trying not to sound too pleased at the compliment, he tilted his head to look at Obi-Wan, only to realize the Generalâs face was right there, even if his attention was focused on the youngling in Codyâs arms. He held his breath.
âYou ever think about having one of your own someday, Cody?â
Obi-Wanâs gaze shifts to him and his thoughts go into a tailspin.Â
âMe?? I... That wouldnât...â The intensity of the moment is too much to bear, but he canât seem to turn his head away.
âPerhaps Iâll get a Padawan.â Obi-Wanâs fingers brush against Codyâs knuckles, sending little jolts of electricity through him. âWould you help me raise her?â
âOf course, sir.â Itâs the only thing he can say, though the ache in his chest from the sheer truth of it is overwhelming. There is nothing heâd love more, except maybe-
âObi-Wan.â
Their noses are touching. Itâs getting harder to think.
âI like to hope weâre at the point where you can use my first name, Cody.â
He opens his mouth, and at first, nothing comes out. After a few rattling heartbeats, he finds his voice again. âOf course... Obi-Wan.â
That smile goes right through him.
âMay I...â A hand reaches up, fingers brushing against his temple. âMay I kiss you? Please?â
He almost loses his voice again, but manages a rough âyeah,â and then theyâre kissing. Itâs tender, but intense, and the prickle of Obi-Wanâs beard against his mouth sends little shivers through him.
The weight in his arms shifts and he hears a little giggle. Small hands reach up, tugging Obi-Wanâs wrist down so his hand covers Codyâs. Pure, unshielded joy radiates outward, and Cody smiles into the kiss. He could get used to this.












