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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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[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.

[galen_erso]

"Being cold is horrible," Galen agrees. "Keeps you from thinking."

He tilts his head to lazily kiss Bodhi yet again.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi mumbles something into Galen's skin, something content and sleepy that might not be in Galactic Standard. He falls into a doze almost at once.