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For the @codywanfirstkissbingo, I had "butterfly kiss" on my card.

I wanted to do a close up of lashes brushing against cheek but it was a nightmare and it ate all my remaining time until the deadline.

I turned it on its head later on by... putting in butterflies 😆

A great deal of thanks, again, to the mods of the bingo: @lttrsfrmlnrrgby @dontbelasagnax and @notthestarwar.

And @thesunlikehoney who asked after that particular WIP. (So many left... T_T)

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Another Happy Landing

My last fill for @codywanfirstkissbingo is now up at AO3. Fills for upside down kiss, tearful kiss, kiss of life, chaste kiss, kiss it better, and kiss anywhere but on the lips.

“You’re not authorized to land,” the vocoder-disguised voice insisted. “I’m afraid my fighter’s in such a condition that it will land with or without our permission, my dear,” Obi-Wan replied, frantically trying to slow the fighter as much on the descent as possible.  “Kindly scramble your ground crews and get as many fighters out of the way as possible, I’d hate to impact your resources, both figuratively and alas, literally too.” “Alas.  I don’t kriffing believe it,” the tower control person gruffed.  “Of all the rebel bases in all the quadrants, he crashes into mine.  Angle that nose up fifteen degrees if you can, take the furthest runway, we’ll get the net up at the end.” 

In some handwavy timeline post-Andor and post-Kenobi show, Obi-Wan somehow gets word of the Narkina 5 escape and the Empire's weapon, and has to leave Tatooine to bring word to the rebels.

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Sometimes it's Magic

Ao3 Link

Chapter: 1/1

Rating: General

Archive Warning: No Archive Warning Applies

Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types; Star Wars - All Media Types

Relationship: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi

Tags: Spider-Man kiss

For the diagonal Bingo: Free space: choice: Spider-Man kiss

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It’s funny, walking into the meditation room aboard the Negotiator to see Obi-Wan mediating upside down, completely unaware of what’s going on. Or, well, that’s what someone who wasn’t close to him would assume. Cody is close and knows that Obi-Wan is paying attention, even if his thoughts aren’t on this plane of existence at this moment.

“I know you can hear me Obi-Wan,” Cody starts, “So I wanted to tell you that dinner will be done soon, and we need to go over the plan with Waxer and Boil on that new tactic we discussed.”

Cody’s used to the silence. What he’s not used to is Obi-Wan’s hand reaching /down/ to touch his helmet.

“Hello, dear,” Obi-Wan says.

“Hello, Obi-Wan,” Cody responds, looking up at Obi-Wan’s chapped lips.

“May I, my dear?”

Cody hums, “Yes.”

Obi-Wan’s nose slotting against his chin is an odd feeling, and his nose against Obi-Wan’s beard is strange—almost ticklish. It’s their first time kissing like /this/, and Cody wonders how Obi-Wan isn’t getting dizzy from all the blood being in his head. Obi-Wan’s teeth nip at his lower lip and then Obi’s tongue is sliding in and Cody’s eyes flutter shut, hand resting on Obi’s beard. He grips loosely, so Obi-Wan could lead. The scent of sandalwood and aftershave were buried under the scent of Obi-Wan’s sweat, and it made Cody nip back at Obi-Wan.

“You’re feisty tonight, my love,” Obi-Wan said when he broke the kiss and righted himself.

“And you love me for it.”

“I do.”

“So, dinner?”

“Of course, my dear.”

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Under the Snow

My last bingo fill for @codywanfirstkissbingo ('highly anticipated kiss') and a bingo!

The war is over, the 212th disbanded. What are the odds a former Jedi High General and his Marshal Commander find each other on Coruscant on the eve of Life Day? Not as remote as you might think.

A huge thank you to the mods for this wonderful idea and to all the amazing Codywan creators who produced such inspiring creations as a result!

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Happy 2024 to all!!

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In the Darkness

My next bingo fill for @codywanfirstkissbingo. ‘Kiss to the temple’ (free space). Cody suffered in a previous fill, now it’s Obi-Wan’s turn. Please mind the tags.

When he’s taken by the Separatists, Obi-Wan Kenobi steels himself for the usual interrogations with a heavy dose of torture. Armed with knowledge of the General’s unique vulnerability, however, the Separatists have darker plans.

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Obi Wan hadn’t expected to be able to celebrate the new year at all, let alone that the 212th might join him.

@codywanfirstkissbingo Fill: celebratory kiss

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Clone Trooper Crys (Star Wars), 212th Attack Battalion Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars) Additional Tags: True Love’s Kiss Series: Part 9 of My works for Codywan First Kiss Bingo Summary:

Sometimes Cody could swear the whole world conspired against him. Why else would the door to the secret tunnel they needed to pass, be enchanted to only open with a true love’s kiss, while he was still busy trying to hide his inappropriate feelings for his general?

If I post the last fill at 23:40 on the 31st of december it still counts, right? (Please excuse the many mistakes, I wrote this in one sitting today, and didn’t have time to check it again.) Anyway, here’s my fill for “true love’s kiss” @codywanfirstkissbingo​. The title is from Head & Heart by Joel Corry.

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as my penance (CWFKB #24)

Chaste kiss, modern au, priest au. Thank you so much to the mods for organising this event and for being so patient with my goldfish like memory at times 💜 I’ve had so much fun @codywanfirstkissbingo

There’s a peculiar kind of quiet that inhabits churches. It weaves through the rafters and infects the damp stone until it coaxes the air from Obi-Wan’s lungs with every step he takes inside, fills him back up with the rich scent of the herbs burning in the braziers and the roaming refrains of hymns sung in full-throated joy. He nods at the few parishioners scattered amongst the worn benches that look up at his footsteps, still close enough to the steady timbre of a priest even now for the lines to smudge and blur beneath his fingertips, and draws the thin straps of his bag further up on his shoulder.

He cuts a strange figure in a church, comfortable from exposure rather than ease, and his shoes are worn thin at the soles. He could still get a couple more weeks out of them before he throws himself further onto Cody’s charity. He has already invaded the other man’s life enough and yet his treacherous heart wouldn’t let him leave just yet. Snow still clings to the edges of the roads, drooping over the laden boughs of the trees and the roofs, and Obi-Wan with his singular bag and his empty pockets for his pilgrimage, would not be going anywhere until the ground warmed up enough that he could sleep through the night in the woods. Obi-Wan is still enough of a talking point in the village that he knows his impromptu visit will be traded along with a collection of coins for the day’s groceries, exchanged with a nod and a wink and an item left behind after the shared dinner the day prior. Never mind that he lives with Cody in the priest’s home; Obi-Wan is a pilgrim, he is a charity who is easy on the eyes and is polite enough to make the older ladies cluck over him.

This visit is something. It is different.

And he’s carrying a bag.

This would keep them busy for weeks.

Obi-Wan covers his mouth with his hands, his fingers clasped tightly together, as he lowers his head in front of one of the collection of candles spilling out of an alcove. A few are already lit, their tiny flames wavering the distant breeze from the door, and Obi-Wan draws a splint from the sprawl. He lights a candle, thinking about nothing except the small snap as the wick catches, the burst of heat that presses against the tips of his fingers. Grief is a tricky thing and this helps.

The pilgrimage helped as well, the uneasy slip into a life meant for someone else and it had been too big on Obi-Wan at first, having to be rolled up at the sleeves, the end dragging with every step he made. It suits him now, falls at the jut of his wrists and buttons around the thinner curve of his waist now that he is worn and weathered, any excess scraped away from him like a scrimshaw carving.

He wraps his fingers around the bag as he ducks through the small door to the cramped confessional, drawing it closed behind him. There is a small bench lined with patched velvet and Obi-Wan sits, his feet flat on the floor and his back perfectly straight as he draws the bag from his shoulder to hold it on his lap. The contents rattle as he does so and he wraps one hand round it to keep it steady as he unhooks the small covering over the grate.

The figure beyond is cast in shadow, dappled just enough by the small candle set high on the wall. Wax runs down the side, distorting the shape into something monstrous. A shiver twists down Obi-Wan’s spine, the hair at the nape of his neck prickling with the passage, and he breathes in deeply, tasting the familiar rich scent of heavily spiced chocolate and plain cologne, as inoffensive as it could be. Obi-Wan smells like him now; he can bury his nose into his shirt cuffs under the guise of brushing his hair away from his forehead and be immediately reminded of the other man. He loves him too much with every piece of himself, shattered and pieced back together and set to this course.

“Hello, Cody.” Obi-Wan pauses a moment, blinking slowly like a cat caught in a sunbeam and unwilling to move from its perch, letting his eyes adjust to the gloom. “Should I follow the correct procedure?”

Cody is beautiful in all aspects, from his mind to his caring soul to his stubbornness about the static hissing through the radio in his kitchen, but he is especially striking like this, shadows deep across his face and his clothing pressed to sharp creases. He looks good in black, the colour complimenting the early stripes of silver in his curls. “You could,” Cody says as he always does. He relaxes slightly, fabric sliding against itself softly and he tips his head back against the wall. His eyes are a dark gleam as he slants his face towards the small grate, towards Obi-Wan. “What’s in the bag?”

“What is my penance, Father?”

Cody scuffs around a laugh, pressing his hand over his mouth. Obi-Wan could picture him in a smoky alley at the side of a bar, a plastic glass abandoned at his feet and his shoulders curled against the sudden rush of wind that threatens to tear the slim cigarette from his grasp. He would have approached Cody on equal footing then, tucked himself into the scant gap at Cody’s side and leaned down to murmur into his ear. Maybe an invitation back to whichever room Obi-Wan had claimed as his own amongst a sprawl in a decaying manor house, or Cody extending the same back to him.

Obi-Wan prods his lower lip with his tongue, the sound a shock in the quiet sanctuary of the confessional booth. “Can I suggest one?”

“I’m always open to input from the community.”

Hallowed and holy and all Obi-Wan wants to do is kiss him. Obi-Wan leans closer to the grate, pressing his cheek to it. It wouldn’t leave a mark but the sensation is smooth against his skin, history creaking beneath his touch. Cody mimics him, slower. His breath is gentle, matching the uneven tempo of Obi-Wan’s heartbeat.

“I’d like to kiss you.”

“As penance?”

“Because I’d like to.”

Cody blinks, swallows. Obi-Wan’s hands curl into fists, indenting his nails into his palms.

“And how do you suggest going about doing that?”

Obi-Wan turns his face the scant angle required, kissing Cody through the grate. There’s no warm sensation of his mouth, only his breath against Obi-Wan’s lips, the gentle hitch in the back of his throat. They part, having never been joined in the first place, and Obi-Wan breathes out slowly, the dull sensation of dust and varnish worn into his mouth. “I originally came here to drop off your lunch.”

Cody laughs then, full-throated for one glorious moment, the beginning refrain of a hymn falling from the heavy pipes, and he presses his palms to his face. Obi-Wan can’t make out the entirety of his expression, but what little he could, Cody’s cheeks are stained dark but his grin is wide. “I’ll collect it from you outside, I think. Thank you, Obi-Wan.”

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Happy new year from Europe!!! Thank you to the amazing mods for running this wonderful event and making the end of the year so wonderful

Happy new year to you, too, Nonny!!! We're so amazed by how many people have shared all their work, and so grateful for everyone's different ideas and enthusiasm. Happy New Year to you, and best wishes for a happy, healthy 2024. 🎉🍾🥂

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"Everytime that you say you love me, I come alive."

This is it! Midnight (for me) December 31th! It's over! @codywanfirstkissbingo no more!

*big sigh of elation and disappointement*

It was great!!!! I hope you guys had as much fun as I did. Thank you to everyone who participated and those who followed! 💕

When I started, I wanted to do a blackout. Errr.. Maybe it was a bit ambitious 😅😆

But!

I did get a bingo 😃

Thanks to this one, the missing keldabe kiss!

Ok, so we all know the keldabe kiss is inspired from real life hongi, a traditional Māori greeting.

It originates from the god Tāne who breathed life into humans. When ones perform the hongi, they litteraly share life, by breathing it into each other.

Life giving insufflation, Aime Simon... I couldn't resist. (Side note: Considering the lyrics, Obi-Wan does fear to be without Cody and his love. But he overcome his fear. 'Cause he's a jedi! whoooshwhooosh *lightsaber noises*)

Many thanks to the mods!!!!!! @lttrsfrmlnrrgby @dontbelasagnax @notthestarwar 💕💖💕💖💕💕💖

And to @forloveofcodywan and @thesunlikehoney !!!!!! My best cheerleaders!!!

I wish everyone a very Happy New Year!!!!!!!!!

All the best for 2024!!!

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Thorns of a Rose

Ao3 Link

Chapter: 1/1

Rating: General

Archive Warning: No Archive Warning Applies

Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media TypesStar Wars - All Media Types

Relationship: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern AU, kiss it better

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Obi-Wan barely feels it when he skins his knee on the tarmac. It takes a moment for him to realize that he’s hurt. The flesh throbs and Obi-Wan breathes slowly so he doesn’t pull his jeans to look at the damage.

“Obi?” Cody asks.

“Over here!” He says.

“Are you okay?”

Obi looks down at his jeans, light wash and already showing hints of red.

“Ah, no, I’m not, dear.”

“Obi… what did you do?” Cody kneels next to him, looking at the blood.

“Tripped.”

Cody sighs, “I love you, you klutz.”

“I love you too.”

Obi hears the click of the MedKit before Cody’s hands are on his belt, pulling his jeans off to check the wound.

“Promise, it’ll hurt before it gets better,” Cody murmurs in his ear.

Obi-Wan feels the isopropyl alcohol swab against his knee and hisses at the coldness. He knows it’s important to clean the debris away, but it hurts.

Cody looks him in the eyes and Obi nods. He closes his eyes as Cody kisses him, distracting him from the pain of his mistake. It’s soft and sweet, something that Obi-Wan treasures, because it’s something they’ve talked about, their first kiss with each other, and what a better way to do it than this?

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: Bittersweet, First Kiss, festive kiss, do not copy or repost to other sites, Permission statement in profile, New Year’s Eve, New Year’s Kiss Series: Part 8 of codywan first kiss bingo 2023 Summary:

Cody swirled his little disposable flute of sparkling wine, regretting a bit that he’d accepted Rex’s invitation. He’d be just as lonely - lonelier maybe - if he’d stayed home instead of coming to the New Year’s celebration that Senator Amidala was hosting. But he knew very few of the beings that swirled through the richly decorated rooms, and he’d already exchanged awkward small talk with all of them.

last of the fills for @codywanfirstkissbingo​ <3 happy new year <3

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So it's time for my last fill for the @codywanfirstkissbingo. Today's fill is for the Free Square, and I chose "Mistletoe kiss" for it. I already know I'm going to miss this event. I don't remember when I felt this motivated to write, even though I love writing fics. It was the first time for me to take part in a fandom event like this but I'm sure it won't be the last because I really had fun. But all good things come to an end and I finish my participation with a Bingo so it's even better! I won't be able to finish my other WIPs on time to put them in the event, but I guess I'll finish them someday and publish them because I love some of them dearly.

So on the last day of the event I want to thank all the @codywanfirstkissbingo Mods for organizing the event, other participants, and everyone who commented and liked all the works. It's the best way to end a year. With that being said, I want to wish everyone a Happy New Year and I hope we see each other in other fics!

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Cody lost a bet to Waxer and Boil, and now it’s time to own up.

My fill for the @codywanfirstkissbingo square "blowing a kiss", a gift for @forloveofcodywan 💙💙💙

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Final prompt fill for the @codywanfirstkissbingo !!! This is my fill for quick kiss AND ITS 10K??? Does it count as a quick kiss if it took them like 9k to kiss?

Anyway check out the full fic over here on my ao3

Enjoy a little snippet:

“Why do you love it so much,” Obi-Wan asked. When Cody only raised an eyebrow at him, Obi-Wan added, “The sea, I mean.”

After a beat, Cody said, “I grew up on Prudence, in a small house that was practically on the beach. Me and my brothers used to spend most of our days playing in the sand, or diving in the water when we were old enough. We would bring back shells to the house, and our father would put them on the mantle… When we laid in the water, you could float there and it would be like you were all alone in the universe. Things were easier then.”

Obi-Wan tried to picture what life would have been like, growing up on Prudence. He pictured Luminara sitting by the water, soaking up the sun. Quinlan coming up behind her to throw water in her face as Kit laughed. Siri and Bant out swimming in the warm waters. The six of them bringing shells back to their masters, who displayed them proudly on the mantle.

It wasn’t so difficult that way, to realise why Cody loved the water so.

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close enough to hold (CWFKB #23)

@codywanfirstkissbingo fill for Messy kiss, returning to Tatooine husbands with ex-Purge Trooper Cody 💜

It shouldn’t be this difficult.

Grief snarls in Obi-Wan’s chest, just as easy to access as it had been that first evening when the universe burned with soundless screams that tore fresh scars into his soul. It aches behind his eyes, in the uneven clench of his jaw that threatens to tear a tooth free and that wouldn’t be right but it feels like it would be fair. Paint drips from the brush he’s holding — knuckles as white as the wash in the tin, tremors rolling through him like a quake — and pools across the worn-thin fabric of his trousers. He watches the stain spread, blinks once, twice.

The brush goes back into the tin.

Obi-Wan covers his face with his hands and slowly sinks back onto the floor.

He’ll regret it later. There’s a twinge in the pieced-together foundation of his hip, another in his thigh, and he’s not a young man anymore. He couldn’t dip his fingers into the blood of the universe and tug his beloved’s datapad away just to hear him laugh before the admonishment lined up in the agenda was delivered. The floor is cool, a thin layer of sand settling over the gentle slope, and Obi-Wan considers lying there forever until the desert wears away the hut walls and scatters his bones. If he is going to lie stationary, he’ll need a pillow at least.

Grief and love, love and grief. Too close at hand and yet, never when Obi-Wan expects them to be. A soft sound echoes from the other side of the room and Obi-Wan draws one hand back, the world swimming back into a hazy focus. Sunlight spills across the floor from the uneven crook of the blinds, fragmented lines dividing the room as neatly as cell bars, trapping them both here. No. Obi-Wan has trapped Cody with him when he reached out with the lifeblood of the universe flaking on his palms and snapped the control chip in his former Commander’s head in two. Cody had fragmented, a holotape overwritten too many times, too many ghosts lined up beneath his skin, and Obi-Wan had taken him home.

And now he’s sitting in a living room he never thought would exist, paint drying on the walls and his clothes and in the tin, the man he loves so fiercely that it will consume him sooner rather than later watching him silently, and his hands won’t stop shaking.

“Could you—“ Obi-Wan begins, grinding the words out around the monument to grief constructed in his throat. He’s mourning a man who’s still living, still here. It will take time, time they have by the fistful now that the war is a distant mention and memory. “Could you say something, please, Cody?”

Cody tilts his head to one side, pushing the motion past the limit of human comfort. Something in the pit of Obi-Wan’s stomach recoils, bracing himself for a snap or a crunch that he will be able to taste beneath his teeth, sour and staining the hollow of his throat. Cody’s eyes are dark, his expression near enough unreadable with the slice of shadow across his face and the measured stillness of his hands.

Obi-Wan’s fingers spasm, his nails biting into his thighs.

“You’ve got paint on your cheek.”

Obi-Wan raises one hand, his fingers tapping against his cheek and he chews on his tongue to keep back the scream that threatens to erupt. There is a fresh stain of white across the pads of his fingers and he sinks back onto the floor with a groan. Staying here until he decays sounds more and more inviting by the minute. Cody sounds almost like himself — his face still caught in shadows that deepen the ridge around his eye and as expressionless as a droid, but his voice had been warm, a teasing note just tied to the flourishes. Obi-Wan can’t look at him, can’t see the man he loves settle back into effortless compliance that he can’t seem to rouse him from.

One of the things he had carried from Stewjoni had been a bedtime story, twined with the distant memory of a hand smoothing over his hair, the sense that he is safe and warm and nothing could ever worry him. He’d been wrong, of course, but he remembers the story well enough. It had been typical for a bedtime story at first, a young man setting out on a quest that ends with him finding his true love cursed to sleep for a thousand years. He’d kissed him to seal the vow to wait alongside him and that had broken the spell.

Cody is closer now, crept along the jagged edge of shadow and sunlight. His palms are rough, a lifetime of fighting leaving its mark, but he cradles Obi-Wan’s face as if he’s something delicate, something to be treasured. Obi-Wan lets him and doesn’t think too much about the fragility of his neck. It would be quick, near enough painless.

He doesn’t expect the press of Cody’s thumb over his cheek, damp with spit, a frivolous waste of water that they count in sips and mouthfuls.

Obi-Wan opens his eyes, a question perched on the tip of his tongue, and Cody clears it as he leans over and kisses him. His lips are just as rough as his hands, but he kisses carefully, his breath a warm rush of air against Obi-Wan’s skin. He draws back an inch, Obi-Wan leaning into him but is stopped by Cody’s thumb against his cheek.

“There,” Cody says, his face still blank but there’s a glimmer in his eyes, gone between one blink and the next. He turns his attention back to the wall, his hand falling from Obi-Wan’s cheek, to hold an uneasy sentry once more.

Obi-Wan breathes deeply, salt and heat searing through his lungs, and he picks up the brush once more.

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one cup, two cup, three, and four (CWFKB23 #22)

@codywanfirstkissbingo Sleepy kiss, Modern AU, Fem Codywan

The flat is quiet when Obi-Wan manages to wrangle the door open through a mess of foliage and delicate string lights that throng their hallway. No need to worry about alarms or a security system when they had the normal mess and clutter of everyday life. She steps over Cody’s work boots, placed into the same spot every day, and loosely toes her own shoes off next to them. The sole gapes wide as she does so, revealing the softer innards of fabric straining away from rubber, and she ignores it as best as she can.

Tape is a godsend and where tape wouldn’t fix it, there is a small tube of superglue in one of the drawers she can ask Cody to try. The pads of Obi-Wan’s fingers are still discoloured from her last attempt at trying to fix a pair of her shoes so she’ll pass the problem to more capable hands. Her jacket is summarily discarded onto the back of the sofa and she lingers long enough to retrieve her lanyard and keys from the pocket, returning them to their forced exclusion into the small bowl on the counter for the next two days. The time off from work stretches luxuriously empty, free from any mandatory training or social obligations, and Obi-Wan skirts around the potential issue of their unique living arrangement as she flicks on the kettle, pulling one mug out of the cupboard, pausing and returning for another. Cody has the next couple of days off as well, a rarity with their opposite working schedules. Obi-Wan makes Cody’s cup of coffee how she likes it, strong and sweet and a splash of milk first despite Obi-Wan’s moral objections to the concept, and rifles through her small collection of tea. There is no caffeine in her immediate future if she wants to sleep for any part of the morning; another hidden delight of adulthood that’s tripped her over and bruised up her face. She chews on the tip of her tongue as she draws a bag free, dropping it into her cup and chasing it with the boiling water.

A door creaks further in the apartment and Obi-Wan rocks back onto her heels, a dozy prickle of contentment resting on the nape of her neck. Cody’s steps are steady, sleep-slow and her slippers smack against the floor as she makes her way into the sitting room. Much of her isn’t visible, a walking plaid blanket that hides her face and her curls, but the tattoo over her calf is clearly visible with one of her pyjama trouser legs drawn up over her knee while the other falls to the floor.

“Morning,” Obi-Wan says, breaking into a yawn that she doesn’t bother to hide behind her hand. Her manners are ingrained into her bones but even that runs thin and fallow after so long spent at work.

“G’morning,” Cody responds, her words muffled through fabric and sleep. Obi-Wan can picture her expression, her eyes still mostly closed and her gaze filtered through her impossibly long lashes and her grin easily worn in.

Obi-Wan follows her, both mugs in hand, and places them onto the clear spaces on their cluttered coffee table. She has options for seating, the low slouch of a battered armchair Obi-Wan carried to her student dorm, then flat, then four different flatshares before this one or the other end of the sofa that Cody has already claimed, piled high with blankets and a handful of cushions that Cody would claim as family heirlooms at the first hint of decluttering. She sits on Cody’s legs stretched out over the seat before she wriggles backwards into the hollow created. Cody grunts, shifting her legs straighter before she reaches down to tug a section of the blanket free, pulling it over Obi-Wan.

“You’re in early,” Cody mumbles. She’s partially spilled out of the blanket now wrapped around her waist. She stretches and her shirt rises with the motion, everything about her solid and real and beautiful.

Obi-Wan hums in agreement, leaning sideways against Cody who absorbs the motion with a soft sound. She wraps an arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulders, playing with the loose edge of her sleeve. “Move your head up a bit? You’re lying right on my tit.” Obi-Wan does so, her face flushed but it’s fine. It happens. Cody continues, her voice a little more structured as she wakes, “Figured you’d like the bed to sleep after your night shift so I came out here for the morning. It’ll be nice having us both around the house, little human company to prove I’m not just another cog in the machine.”

If Cody is a cog, then she would be the best cog imaginable, something brimming with lots of interlocking teeth, a fundamental piece of the machinery. Obi-Wan tells her this because why wouldn’t she? It makes perfect sense.

Cody tips her head back as she laughs, the sound vibrating through Obi-Wan like it would rattle all the broken pieces in her chest back together. She curls closer, crossing her legs one over the other and then swapping them back, and Cody rights herself carefully, smearing the heel of her palm across her eyes. She curls her hand around Obi-Wan’s head, drawing her face upwards. The air hangs still and heavy, steam curling from their mugs nearly forgotten on the table, and Cody leans down, kissing Obi-Wan. She tastes like coffee and a stale tang of sleep and like home. Obi-Wan grins against her mouth, pressing herself closer, the mugs and sleep entirely forgotten.