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[imthepilot]

Bodhi waits by the outer door of the facility, looking up at the sky that is for once not black. Grey and hazy but not black.

The medic has given him a series of injections that allow him to walk and carry a light pack without too much pain. Granted there are patches he can't feel, his hip mostly. But he can live with that to enjoy a day outside.

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[imthepilot]

Bodhi groan richly, spreading himself wide and clenching around Galen's finger. "Stars, yes! Galen!" He can't believe how much he needs this, and how good it feels to finally have it.

[galen_erso]

Galen soon adds a second finger, remembering how Bodhi did it.

"In you now?"

[imthepilot]

"Yes! Galen, yes! It's not my first time, you won't hurt me." He babbles. "Fuck me, Galen! I need you!"

[galen_erso]

Galen positions himself, takes Bodhi by the hips, and pushes in with a deep, long sigh.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi shouts Galen's name, arching off the mattress as he feels himself stretch around Galen.

Perfect!

[galen_erso]

Galen keeps himself steady and starts thrusting, changing his position a little to see which angle gives Bodhi the most pleasure.

[imthepilot]

That's good. That's good. THERE!

Bodhi arches off the bed with a cry, grabbing Galen and kissing him hard and swearing in Jedhean.

[galen_erso]

Galen returns the kiss, equally frantically, and keeps thrusting in just the way that made Bodhi cry out like that.

Seeing Bodhi react in this way to what he himself did is very arousing to Galen.

[imthepilot]

Reducing Bodhi to a whimpering, writhing mess. There's nothing he can do but ride the pleasure, hands moving frantically over Galen's back and shoulders. Every breath is Galen's name. Or some almost forgotten obscenity driven out of him by pleasure.

[galen_erso]

"Oh yes, Bodhi, yes!!"

Galen drives them on with wild abandon, forgetting everything except the two of them in this small space. Bodhi. Galen. That is the whole world now.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi looks up at Galen in utter wonder. Naked joy. He can't hold on much longer and he doesn't care. This is too perfect.

[galen_erso]

"Bodhi!!"

Galen shouts, and spills into him, still thrusting wildly as he does so.

[imthepilot]

That throws Bodhi over the edge too, crying Galen's name loud enough to echo in the small space.

He falls back, limp and panting, eyes shining with love.

[galen_erso]

Galen's eyes are full of love as well as he looks into Bodhi's, still breathless and wordless, still inside, kissing him sloppily.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi laugh breathlessly and returns the kisses, running an hand through Galen's hair. "My Galen. Thank you."

[galen_erso]

"Thank you, my lovely Bodhi," Galen says. "That was wonderful."

[imthepilot]

Without letting Galen slip from him, Bodhi rolls them only this sides, taking some of the pressure off his back. He lays there content, stroking Galen's hair and just being there, being happy.

[galen_erso]

Galen holds him, happy and languid and fulfilled.

"Bodhi."

Followed by another lazy kiss.

[imthepilot]

He could sleep like this. Happy and sated in Galen's arms. It would mores likely be his last night in this ship. Maybe they could makes the most of it.

[galen_erso]

Galen nestles his head against Bodhi's hair. Everything about his pilot is amazing and wonderful, a great ruthless gift from the Force.

"Sleep a little, make more love later?" he suggests.

[imthepilot]

"I like the sound of that." Bodhi mutters, kissing the curve of Galen's throat.

[galen_erso]

Galen hums with pleasure, warmed through by his pilot's loving attention.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi reaches up and opens another hatch with a tap, a thick, warm blanket tumbles over them. Half fried as he is, Bodhi gets cold at night and likes the weight of a blanket over him. He spreads it over them both, content to snuggle close.

[galen_erso]

"How very handy," Galen murmurs, snuggling close as well.

It does mean that his pilot needs to sleep right where he works, with his blanket handy because he will end his work so tired he can't even bother to go make his bed in some corner. But it is very handy now.

[imthepilot]

"Don't like to be cold." Bodhi mutters, tucking the blanket around them. Galen has slipped out of him now but he cuddles close.

Solo haul piloting can be a lonely life. You find warmth where you can. Be it a decadent blanket or exotic alcohol. But rarely in Bodhi's life has it been the warmth of a lovely bedfellow.