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aspentreewrites · 5 months ago

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Tripping Along

It’s just the two of them amidst a cacophony of exploding stars and colours, bright and swirling and reacting to every move they make. They are the centre of this perfect, divine universe, and it loves them as much as they love it. Perhaps, Cody thinks, being drugged by that plant is the best thing to have happened to them in a long while. Returning from a scouting mission, Obi-Wan and Cody happen upon a botanical discovery with... interesting effects. Cody decides that it's exactly what they needed - an opportunity to relax, to show his lover some gentleness they've both been in desperate need of.

Link to read on AO3 here!

Pairing: Codywan

Rating - Explicit

Wordcount - 5.4k

Tags/Warnings and full fic under the cut!

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Tags/Warnings: Explicit sexual content and language, accidental drug use (but the ensuing sex is very consensual), established relationship, service top cody & bottom obi-wan, porn with feelings

A/N: It's my 24th birthday and I'm choosing to publish incredibly self indulgent smut to celebrate <3

Is it smut as an excuse for a character study, or a character study as an excuse for smut? Much to think about.

This work was entirely inspired by the song 'Tripping Along' by The Decemberists (give it a listen if you fancy a reading companion)! Shout out to Colin Meloy for writing so many good songs about incredibly specific intimate situations.

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It had been - initially, at least - purely a matter of scientific inquiry.

Obi-Wan had never seen a flower like it before - the tall stalk, the vibrant colours - they’d caught his eye while they were on their way back to the camp from a fairly routine scouting mission.

It was just the two of them, and Cody had been more than happy to indulge the Jedi’s curiosity. The last few days of the campaign on this planet had been stressful, to say the least, and something in a very weary Obi-Wan had lit up at the sight of the plant - Cody couldn’t have told him no if he’d tried.

Together, they had tried (keyword being tried) to prise out one of the seedpods nestled amongst the petals without damaging the rest of the plant, for the Jedi to study later.

Unfortunately for them, it hadn’t been all that simple.

The second they had successfully dislodged one of the seed pods, the plant had closed itself up quickly - but not before it let out a puff of some kind of gas as a defence mechanism.

The two had stumbled back a few steps, coughing and spluttering. Outside of the foul aftertaste, though, it had seemed harmless enough at the time. Obi-Wan had even checked them both over in the Force to try and detect any poison, just in case.

… And now, here they are.

Though, come to think of it, Cody’s not entirely sure where ‘here’ is, actually.

He’s a few steps ahead of Obi-Wan as they walk, making his way up onto the crest of a hill he thinks they must have come over earlier - logically, they must have done - but it looks entirely alien to him.

Alien. That’s an odd concept. Everything on this planet is alien, in a technical sense. He looks down at the grass, frowning in thought. Why is it he’d decided to climb this hill, exactly?

His brain, Cody thinks distantly, is not quite as sharp as it usually is.

“... Cody,” Obi-Wan’s voice comes from a little way behind him.

Cody, a little confused, wonders for a moment if he’s always seen colours floating through the air as his General speaks, or if that’s something that’s just happening right now. He can’t remember. “I rather believe our interesting botanical discovery earlier might have contained some properties that are a little–”

Cody’s knees buckle underneath him, finding himself fixated on the way the meadow flowers are… dancing, amidst the grass.

“-- psychoactive.”

Cody blinks slowly.

The information makes sense, he rationalises, but he’s entirely sure what he can do with it. The raw facts of the situation are all, at this moment, feeling rather abstract.

He should probably ask Obi-Wan something practical, like if they’re in danger of being ambushed while in such a state, or if they need to radio immediately for pickup from their unit. He certainly intends to.

What actually comes out of Cody’s mouth when he opens it to speak is:

“The grass is soft.”

He looks back at Obi-Wan, who seems to be staring his way with barely concealed amusement.

“Is it, now.”

Cody nods. He wants to sink down into it, perhaps even sleep. He is, after all, so very tired after today. “Yeah.”

Obi-Wan softly makes his way over, ever-graceful in his steps, and kneels down beside Cody. With a thoughtful hum, he reaches out a hand to run his fingertips across the blades of grass below. His eyes widen, and he lets out a quiet sound of surprise.

“So it is,” he murmurs, wonder filling his tone.

Cody’s not entirely sure how long the two of them stay there, observing the meadow around them with far more reverence than strictly necessary. He’s never noticed before just how nice it is to feel the solid ground under his palm, how pleasant the feeling of a gentle, cool breeze is against his skin.

He’s only broken out of his reverie by the sound of Obi-Wan speaking into his comm-link, informing the team back at the base that their scouting mission has concluded, a little earlier than anticipated.

“Copy that, General,” comes the swift response. The crackles of the radio are unusually harsh to Cody’s ears. He’d rather not hear them, he decides. Not for now. “Will you still be returning in the morning, or are you headed back now?”

Neither of them rush to respond to the query. Obi-Wan stares over at Cody, and the two hold one another’s gaze for a long moment.

“I should… flush it out,” Obi-Wan murmurs. Slowly, he lays back on the grass with a sigh, his eyes tracking the sky above them. Cody follows the path of his gaze, idly watching the way the stars glow and blur in his vision, weaving themselves into constellations both unknowable and ethereal.

Cody is not a particularly religious man.

The clones had been taught of the oversoul, of the Manda that Fett’s people believe in, but it never particularly resonated with him as something true.

In death for the Republic comes glory, he doesn’t dispute that, but in his mind, it’s not a requirement for a soul. It can’t be.

All beings, Cody had decided at a young age, must harbour a connection to the divine, if such a thing even existed. The alternative option, a so-called ‘God’ that picks and chooses who is worthy, is something he wouldn’t be interested in appeasing anyway.

That being said, if the heavens so many religions speak of are, in fact, real, then they’re above the two of them right now, twinkling overhead and promising quietly to keep this small moment of rebellion a secret.

Nothing else exists in this small pocket of existence but them, the stars, and the endless meadows below. It’s a beautiful rarity, far from the inescapable bustling of Coruscant and the chaos of the battlefield.

The idea of Obi-Wan bringing this to an end suddenly feels almost unbearable.

“They won’t miss us. We’re not needed back until dawn, anyway,” he proposes softly.

They both need to relax - desperately, in fact. The war has never once been ‘easy’, not for a moment, but these most recent weeks have brought more obituary reports and unyielding nightmares than usual.

Obi-Wan turns his gaze on Cody, his eyes reflecting the millions of lights overhead. Cody momentarily forgets how to breathe.

“A Jedi is not supposed to be… compromised in such a way,” Obi-Wan eventually replies, though there’s a tinge of regret in his tone that belies how much he wishes they could stay like this, too.

It suddenly occurs to Cody that perhaps it is his mission, ordained by the Stars above themselves, to convince the Jedi to actually allow himself to indulge in relaxation for once. Obi-Wan needs this, and it’s frustrating him that he can’t see that, too.

Cody realises that he’s not entirely sure how to go about persuading the man before him, especially with his usual faculties of speech a little lost from him. His mind is made up, though, so as with any negotiation, he begins by stalling.

Carefully, he shuffles himself closer on the grass, leaning down over the Jedi who follows each movement with lidded, hazy eyes. Gods, he’s pretty like this - none of that usual tension that bleeds into every breath and word, bathed in the moonlight like the men on the covers of those pulp holonovels that Woolley secretly keeps a stash of in his bunk.

Cody slowly dips his head, pressing a languid, open-mouthed kiss to the side of his Jedi’s neck. The taste of his skin sends a shiver down Cody’s spine, something he can usually lose himself in entirely, even without the help of the plant’s effects.

In this heightened state, it’s all he can focus on.

Obi-Wan sucks in a quiet breath, tilting his head back in a silent encouragement for Cody to continue.

“Can you let go of what a Jedi should be, should do…” Cody murmurs between kisses, his voice low, breathless. “For just a few hours?”

Beneath his lips, he feels the other man still, warring with himself as he always is. His mind, Cody knows, is no doubt filled with the voices of every authority he has ever known, telling him how she should be acting, what the proper thing to do would be.

Time to negotiate a little harder, then.

Cody gently bites at his throat, promptly soothing the sting with his tongue. His efforts earn him a sharp gasp, the Jedi arching his back ever so slightly into the sensation.

All that is, is the scent of Obi-Wan filling his nostrils, the salt of his sweat on his tongue.

“Cody,” Obi-Wan breathes, “Force above.” One of his hands comes up to tangle in the curls at the nape of Cody’s neck, gently running through the strands there. The feeling seems to reverberate through Cody’s very being, both soothing and arousing all at once.

With great effort, he pulls himself back to meet Obi-Wan’s gaze - much darker than it was before, his lashes low and pretty over those beautiful eyes.

“Please, Obi-Wan,” Cody says, more than willing to cast aside his pride to plead with him for this. This moment feels far too important to just let go of, now. “Let me take care of you.”

I need to take care of you, too, are the unspoken words that echo in Cody’s head - he’s sure the Jedi can sense them anyway. I need it like I need air.

At Obi-Wan’s hip, his comm-link buzzes again, shattering the moment. The boys back at the base need a response, and Cody’s out of time to make his case.

Obi-Wan watches Cody for a long moment, his still-hazy eyes searching for an answer. Cody meets his gaze unflinchingly, his expression as imploring as he can make it.

With a heavy sigh, the Jedi reaches for his comm-link and activates it. Cody holds his breath.

To Obi-Wan’s credit, his words only barely come out slurred. “Expect us back in the morning as initially planned, Waxer. There’s more here that we need to explore - we’ll be in contact if we need a pickup before then.”

“Copy that, General. We’ll see you then.”

The hush that ensues falls over them like a warm blanket on a winter’s night. Cody feels his shoulders drop, exhaling in relief as the decision is made.

He smiles, gently nudging Obi-Wan to lay back down against the grass again. The Jedi still looks a little guilty, opening his mouth to speak, but Cody swallows his words with a kiss before he can get them out.

Bracing his forearms on the grass below, he gently cages Obi-Wan in below him; a promise of safety, an affirmation that in this moment, there’s nothing to feel guilty of, no reason to be afraid.

Cody’s entire body feels like it’s floating at the sound of the soft sigh his Jedi lets out into the kiss, the way Obi-Wan’s hands weave into his hair and pull him ever closer.

“No thoughts,” Cody mumbles against his lips as they finally break for air, both breathless and wanting. “No… planning, no strategising, no need to be anything but a man. Just for now. Okay?”

Obi-Wan’s fingers tighten a little in Cody’s hair as he blinks languidly up at him, clearly still fighting against the way the drug wants to pull him down under the waves. Cody resolves to remedy that soon, but all things in good time.

“I… could be amenable to that,” Obi-Wan murmurs.

Ever the eloquent negotiator, even in a situation such as this. Cody lowers his lips to Obi-Wan’s ear, relishing in the way the other man shivers in response.

“I’m curious,” he begins quietly, pressing a chaste kiss to his hair. “How does the Force feel right now?” Cody shifts his weight onto one of his forearms to free up a hand. With it, he wanders, smoothing down Obi-Wan’s robes with a light touch.

The Jedi hums, his eyes returning to the stars overhead. The faintest of smiles tugs at his face, awed and reverent. Cody continues his gentle exploration, tracing idle patterns against the fabric at Obi-Wan’s hip.

“Tangible,” Obi-Wan answers in a hushed tone. “Everywhere. Like I can almost see it in the air.” He closes his eyes, his expression shifting to one of utter peace, as it often is when he’s in deep meditation. Finally letting go, like he needs to. Good.

Never let it be said that Cody doesn’t seize an opportunity when it arises.

His hand slips less-than-innocently to Obi-Wan’s inner thigh, adding subtle pressure as he rubs small circles with his thumb.

“And how about now?” he asks softly.

Obi-Wan’s eyelids flutter, letting out a breath.

“Darling, I…”

Cody splays out his palm, pressing the heel of it against Obi-Wan’s groin.

The Jedi gasps, hips twitching at the unexpected contact, and Cody presses a kiss to the shell of his ear before drawing back.

“Answer the question, dear,” he breathes, his tone sweet and honeyed - a direct contrast to the heat of his actions.

“Like a supernova,” Obi-Wan mumbles, his eyes snapping open, fixated on Cody as if he contains the essence of the very universe itself. “Cody…”

Cody feels a heat coil low in his gut. He’s never sure what to do with the adoration that so often clouds his lover’s gaze - so pure and uncomplicated, as if he deserves such a thing.

It’s been the biggest thing he’s struggled to reconcile with throughout the length of their relationship so far; that feeling of being wanted. Of being desired to be by someone’s side, not because of his abilities in battle, nor for any strategic purpose - but simply because they want him to be.

It’s utterly foreign to him. The complete opposite of everything he was told to be possible when he was younger. A clone does not get to love.

… And yet, here he is. The hallucinogenic seems to magnify the emotion that swells through him like a wave.

“You’re so beautiful,” Cody whispers past the sudden lump in his throat, continuing to palm the growing hardness beneath Obi-Wan’s robes.

The Jedi whines at the praise - a sound that had fascinated Cody the first time he had heard it, so long ago now, and still serves to be just as satisfying now.

“And so sensitive,” he adds, unable to keep the amusement out of his tone. Obi-Wan, despite very clearly not being himself right now, manages to level him with an almost-pout.

“You would forgive me for any– ah, Stars– perceived overreactions, were you experiencing what I am right now, love,” Obi-Wan manages.

Cody decides quietly that he would like very much to take away his ability to use that coherent, clever tongue, the sooner the better. He’s using far too many words for someone who should be an utter mess right now.

With some effort, Cody pulls back (pointedly ignoring the sound of protest this elicits from Obi-Wan), and carefully begins to peel away Obi-Wan’s robes.

It is a tenet of the Jedi Order it seems, to Cody’s mind at least, to instill their members with an unabiding and lifelong love of over-complicated uniforms. (Dressing oneself, Obi-Wan had told him once, is a time for a Jedi to meditate - to connect to the Force first thing in the morning).

Over the months, Cody has learnt enough tricks to keep from fumbling - the most efficient ways to quickly divest his lover of all of those bothersome extra layers. In fact, he’s fairly sure he could do it blindfolded at this point.

With each inch of skin revealed to him, Cody feels himself brought further and further under by the pull of the drug coursing through his system. He gives himself over to it willingly, pressing the pad of his thumb gently against the pulse point in Obi-Wan’s neck and marvelling at the flutter of the pulse beneath it. So delicate. So perfect.

“Fuck, you’re…” his hand trails further down, pushing apart the fabric to reveal the curls of hair at Obi-Wan’s chest, dragging his fingers through it with a touch that might be considered reverent, were it not so sinful. “Exquisite.”

Cody shifts so his other hand can cradle Obi-Wan’s jaw gently, lovingly, while he explores at his leisure.

Obi-Wan exhales slowly, pressing his cheek against Cody’s palm and letting his eyes flutter closed, his expression one of pure bliss. His hair is unruly, his cheeks flushed, looking every bit the image of the debauched, fallen Jedi as he tries to catch his breath.

It’s intoxicating, and Cody revels in the fact that he gets to be the one who can do this to the usually unflappable Jedi Master.

Sudden emotion surges within him once again, this time a deep sense of wonder at the trust that Obi-Wan places in him so readily. Cody silently vows to do right by that trust, now and always, if he is to be allowed such a privilege.

He takes a moment to pause in his explorations, tracing the lines of scars he’s long since memorised, worshipped ardently at the altar of in stolen moments between battles. Mesh’la. Beautiful. Two languages aren’t enough to describe him.

The Commander kisses his General once more, his tongue dragging over his lower lip before slipping inside the other man’s mouth.

Stars above, he tastes so sweet. Cody’s whole body feels like it’s on fire, his nerves tingling as stars burst behind his eyelids.

The sheer passion of the moment, the relief of being able to shed their duties entirely and surrender to this strange type of oblivion, combine to become something altogether further than ecstasy.

He licks into Obi-Wan’s mouth like a man starved, unable to hold back his desires any longer. He’s dimly aware of his own body reacting to the heat of the moment, his codpiece feeling unreasonably tight, but he dismisses the thought for now. He wants to - has to - focus on his lover first. He wants to ruin Obi-Wan, so thoroughly and completely that when the time comes for them to join as one, the Jedi won’t be able to think of anything but Cody’s name.

The thought is enough to steal the breath from his lungs.

Cody’s wandering hand dips further, down to Obi-Wan’s waistband, toying with the fabric idly.

The likelihood of anyone stumbling across them on this hilltop, miles from civilisation and far from their base, is miniscule, but he still pulls back from the kiss to watch his Jedi’s expression intently for any sign of hesitation, of uncertainty.

Finding none, Cody gently tugs down the fabric, his eyes falling to the real focus of his attentions now. Stars above, but Cody is lost.

Obi-Wan’s cock hangs heavily as it’s freed from his clothes, already hard and lazily drooling precome from the tip. Cody can’t suppress the shudder of pure, electric desire that moves through him at the sight.

With practiced skill, he takes him in hand, stroking his palm down and gently squeezing him at the base. A satisfied smirk flits across his face as he hears Obi-Wan gasp sharply, feels the way he pulses under his fingers.

This is normally where he would tease, if they had found themselves with enough time to spare back aboard The Negotiator - drag his fingers a little too lightly up the underside, trace each vein delicately until Obi-Wan is a panting, writhing mess beneath him, begging for more oh-so prettily.

… But with the way he feels in this moment, Cody doesn’t think he has the patience to wait.

He begins to stroke Obi-Wan’s length, up and then down rhythmically, at a languid and unhurried pace to begin with. He watches, spellbound, as the muscles of the Jedi’s abdomen ripple and tighten with his fight to control his breathing.

Cody twists his wrist as he pumps, taking advantage of the way Obi-Wan’s jaw goes slack with a soft moan to press his thumb into the Jedi’s mouth. Obi-Wan accepts it gratefully, his eyes heavy and lidded as he meets Cody’s gaze once more.

The world falls away.

He doesn’t know how long the two of them stay like that, staring at one another with panting breath and pupils blown wide, but he only registers that he’s increased the pressure and speed of his hand when Obi-Wan lets out a particularly needy whimper. Cody slips his thumb from the Jedi’s mouth, allowing him to speak.

“Cody,” - Stars, his voice sounds absolutely shattered - “please, I need–”

Obi-Wan trails off with a gasp as Cody traces a thumb over his slit, smearing precome over the head of his cock. It twitches in his grasp, every little gasp and shake telling Cody that he’s close.

Cody’s smirk, he’s sure, is positively wolfish as he leans down over the ragged Jedi. “Hm?” he prompts, tilting his head innocently. “What was that? Use your words, darling.”

He knows Obi-Wan well enough to be sure that if he had more of his wits about him, he’d be scowling (or attempting to scowl, at the very least) at such a condescending comment. Obi-Wan relishes submitting, but he never gives himself over too quickly, if he can help it.

In this state, however, it seems he’s powerless to resist. His hips buck and he practically keens. “Please…” he repeats, squeezing his eyes shut momentarily. When they reopen, Cody feels dizzy with the weight of the sheer need he sees in them. “I need you inside me.”

The swirling colours around them glow brighter, the cosmic dust in the air collapsing and being born anew into countless galaxies as Cody’s mind utterly blanks.

He feels himself throb, achingly hard and neglected under his armour as he stares, wide-eyed, at the obscene beauty of the man beneath him.

Withdraws his hand, he leans down to capture Obi-Wan’s mouth in a searing kiss, groaning as the Jedi sucks at his tongue in return.

“Yes,” he finally manages as they part, his trembling hands working clumsily at unclasping his armour. “That’s my good boy. I’ll give you what you need.”

Obi-Wan helps him with removing each piece until he’s stripped down to his blacks, tugging impatiently at his shirt the second he has the opportunity. Cody would tease him for being so eager, but for once he’s just as desperate.

He kneels down in front of the Jedi, who props himself up on his elbows to watch Cody remove his belt with darkened, lust-drunk eyes.

The wanton moan that leaves Obi-Wan’s lips as Cody removes his underwear, tossing it to the side, is one that, understandably, goes straight to his ego. The Jedi’s eyes are fixated between Cody’s legs, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and his breath coming a little faster.

Cody always likes this look on his lover. It’s almost blasphemous, to reduce a Jedi to such a state - but if it is a sin, it’s a sin he revels in, wholeheartedly.

“How are your hips?” Cody asks softly, trying to keep himself together enough to check in. His voice sounds hoarse, even to his own ears, his tone slightly shaking with the effort of holding himself back.

Obi-Wan, dishevelled and dazed, looks up to meet Cody’s eyes again, taking a moment to process the question, and then the intent behind it. It seems to be a difficult task for him to gather his words together.

“Well enough to take me as you please,” he answers, hushed and equally unsteady.

Neither of them are particularly young men, in body. The flexibility needed for certain positions is not as much of a given as it once was, but in their line of work, age is a privilege and not a promise. There’s a strange joy in getting to the point of creaking joints and aching bones - Cody will never say he wishes they were younger.

He nudges Obi-Wan's legs apart, settling between them. Their bodies, sweat-slicked, press close as Cody dips his head to kiss him once more, groaning at the feeling of their cocks sliding against one another between their bodies.

“You’re sure?” he murmurs, cupping the other man’s face with a calloused hand, sweeping a thumb over his cheek.

It’s almost an indescribable feeling, but if Cody were to try and put it into words, he might say that flowers are blooming in his chest, his body a propagator for a whole garden of vibrancy, fed by the love he feels for his man. It’s as if every moment of love, of longing, of want that he’s ever felt has been concentrated into a single point, blossoming outwards within him now.

“I’m sure,” Obi-Wan affirms, smiling up at him with such softness it threatens to tear his heart asunder.

Cody wonders what it is that Obi-Wan is feeling throughout all of this. Something equally as profound, he hopes - by the euphoric look on his face, it certainly seems like it.

With a final kiss, he draws back, carefully hooking Obi-Wan’s legs over his shoulders.

Helix, Cody is certain, would kill the both of them on the spot if he knew they were making use of their bacta reserves to act as lube, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

“I’ll go slow,” he promises.

Obi-Wan cries out as Cody slowly breaks him open, his fingernails digging into the skin of Cody’s back and dragging across the skin in an exquisite blend of pleasure and pain. Cody isn’t sure he’s ever felt more alive than he does in this moment.

It’s an experience that borders on the sublime; pushing into his lover until he bottoms out, his entire vision overtaken by ethereal, abstract hallucinations as his entire nervous system goes into overdrive.

Each drawn out thrust of his hips, dragging himself nearly fully out before sliding slowly back in, has Obi-Wan clinging to him tighter. He feels divine, his warmth surrounding Cody, enveloping him completely. Cody may be the one who takes charge more often in their intimate moments, but the feeling of complete and utter safety goes both ways.

“Force, Cody, Cody…” Obi-Wan pants, his voice wrecked and getting progressively more and more pitched with each desperate movement.

Cody presses their foreheads together, sharing a single breath between them. It’s the only grounding sensation in a galaxy that’s spinning wildly away from them, drowning them under the force of its waves. He’s no longer sure if the pulsing he feels in his veins is from the plant’s effects or from the pure, unbridled lust he’s feeling - the two have become long since inextricable, now.

“I love you,” he whispers. His whole body shudders in pleasure, and he lets out a strangled, breathless gasp. “Stars, I love you so much.”

He isn’t certain if it’s a vision courtesy of his addled state, or if it’s actually real, but he sees tears slip down Obi-Wan’s cheeks. Mesh’la. Perfect.

“I love you too,” his Jedi whispers in response, wholly broken, desperate.

Both of their bodies are trembling, careening ever closer to that inevitable, blissful edge.

Cody is very aware of how close he is to coming apart at the seams, but he needs to see Obi-Wan through first. Each gasp of air helps him to hold on a little longer, but he knows it won’t be long.

He reaches down between them, wrapping his hand around Obi-Wan’s length again and stroking him with urgency.

“Be a good boy, darling,” Cody grits out, swallowing Obi-Wan’s ensuing whimper with a rough, needy kiss. The Jedi’s back arches, and Cody takes advantage of the new angle to thrust into him harder, chasing that mind-numbing pleasure he knows is so close that it's practically tangible for the both of them. “Come for me.”

Obi-Wan’s body convulses instinctively at the order, spilling over Cody’s hand and clutching so tightly to him that they may as well be one singular being rather than two.

The sensation of his muscles tightening around him has Cody following so suddenly he has no time to prepare for it, the Commander letting out a sob of pure bliss as he presses his face into the crook of his lover’s neck, riding out their orgasms together in a haze of pure elation.

The galaxy explodes, but they are untouched. Perfect, transcendent, locked in their eternal embrace.

They lie there like that for an unknowable amount of time, their bodies still connected and twitching with the occasional aftershock.

Blinking slowly, Cody’s senses begin to return to him, piece by leisurely piece. A cool breeze passes over the hilltop, making him shiver. Dazed, he remembers that he has a physical form, and that said physical form is… cold. Ah, right. They’re in the middle of an open meadow, in the absolute dead of night. Clothes… might be a good idea.

He presses a kiss to Obi-Wan’s temple before pulling out. The Jedi lets out a quiet whine at the sensation, grunting as his legs are able to finally unfold, returning to their normal position.

“You alright, love?” Cody asks with a sympathetic wince, passing him his robes.

Obi-Wan hums, slowly pulling himself up into a sitting position with a quiet hiss of pain. The smile he gives Cody, however, is radiant.

“Better than I’ve been in weeks, darling,” he murmurs sincerely. “A few aches and pains are–” he exhales slowly as he rolls his shoulders, attempting to alleviate the discomfort that’s built up in them. “... Are very worth it for something like that.”

He reaches over to capture Cody’s wrist, bringing his hand to his lips and brushing a chaste kiss to his knuckles - a markedly demure gesture, given the nature of the indecency they were engaged in just minutes ago.

“You were right, my dear. I did need that. And it seems you did, too.”

Cody just smiles in response, quietly shuffling over behind him to help him with the intricate process of re-affixing his robes in the intricate way he likes, the action second nature to him now. Once they’re done, Obi-Wan helps Cody with his armour, gathering the various pieces that have been strewn about the meadow haphazardly and attaching them with a gentle hand, peppering kisses to his skin as he goes.

“... There we are. Last piece,” he says softly once they’re done. He offers a hand out to help Cody up, which he takes gratefully.

Slowly, the two begin the ambling walk down the hillside, neither man in any particular rush to get back. A sense of satisfaction and contentment fills the air between them - the tension that had seeped through them before a thing of the past.

“It’s funny,” Cody says suddenly, breaking the silence a little ways into the stroll. The moon of this planet is bright, lighting the path ahead of them comfortably without the need for the artificial flashlight of his visor. “It seemed to… wear off, all of a sudden. At the end. I’m not sure why that is.”

Obi-Wan hums thoughtfully, passing a hand over his beard as he considers his answer. “I wondered at that, too,” he murmurs, casting a glance Cody’s way. “I expect it has something to do with the release of oxytocin altering the potency of the plant’s effects, but I can’t say for certain.”

The two share a smile.

“Well…” Cody murmurs, his hand finding his Jedi’s and interlinking their fingers. “If we needed to experiment with it more to be sure, it wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

Obi-Wan gasps and raises a brow, faux-scandalised. “My dear Commander,” he says, shaking his head in reproach, though his eyes dance with amusement. “Surely you’re not suggesting a Jedi Master indulge in something so… forbidden?”

Cody shrugs, a playful glint entering his eye. “Well, I mean, if it was in the name of science…” he suggests, innocently.

The Jedi laughs softly at that, squeezing Cody’s hand. “We’ll see,” is all he says.

Cody grins, feeling more relaxed than he has in a long time.

It’s definitely not a ‘no’ He’ll take it.

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A/N: No beta readers this time, so instead I'll give a shout out to my wonderful fiancee for helping me with um. research!

This was my first time writing anything nsfw, so I really hope it was all okay!! Thank you so much for reading <3

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