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[imthepilot]

Bodhi sends Galen a message late in the afternoon.

** I'm cooking. Come by when you're done for the day **

Both of them had been getting on with their own work during the day. Bodhi had been helping with the recovery. The landing pad was repaired enough for small bug haulers to start coming in. The tiny droid flyers were enough to shuttle food and equipment down from the large carriers in orbit. They brought news too. A new pad was being shipped in soon and the carriers would be able to ship the stricken crews out.

Probably a good thing too. Things were starting to get tense down in the barracks. Bodhi was very grateful for the room Galen had allowed him, to keep him away from the trouble. 

One of the bug flyers brought a load of fresh vegetables which Bodhi had managed to get into and was having a great time cooking with.

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[imthepilot]

Bodhi takes his time, stroking him open slowly but firmly. Watching Galen's face. Taking in every detail.

[galen_erso]

Galen's face goes through a wide variety of delight, impatience, moments of blinding ecstasy as he is touched just there inside him, and the desire for more.

And always love. Amazed love for his amazing Bodhi.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi keeps teasing him till neither of them can take it any more.

He pulls Galen's legs up to his shoulders and lines up, ploughing him deep with the first thrust.

He's not usually like this - possessive or aggressive. But Galen brings out a side of himself he greatly enjoys.

[galen_erso]

Galen has been reduced to whimpers by now -- and when Bodhi thrusts in, he shouts out his name, loud, in pleasure and encouragement, babbling with need.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi leans forward, almost bending Galen in half with each thrust as he cups Galen's wrists in an almost pin. "You're mine. Not Krennic's, not the Empire's. Mine. Just as I'm yours."

[galen_erso]

"Yours!" Galen gasps. "You fill me, you push me, yes, like that, Bodhi..."

His legs grip Bodhi's torso, urging and demanding and kicking with need.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi doesn't hold back, taking Galen with all the force and vigor pounding in his blood.

Whatever the force wants of them, it will have to wait. Wait until he and Galen have enjoyed each other to the full.

He grips Galen's shoulder, each thrust rocking the bed.

[galen_erso]

"Make it last," Galen whimpers, but it doesn't -- a few more of those strong thrusts, and he spills and fierce, hot splashes all over Bodhi's front.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi isn't sure he can hold it but he does his best, fucking Galen through his own high and into Bodhi's. He cums with a rough groan that sounds very much like Galen's name.

[galen_erso]

Galen just clings, and babbles in a language that isn't standard, and finally falls back, like a droid that has lost all power all at once.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi isn't in much better condition - as winded as a racing reeks. He careful disengages and leans in to kiss Galen softly, rolling onto his side to take the pressure off Galen's legs and hips. "Star, I love you." He pants, laying down next to him.

[galen_erso]

Galen roughly pulls him close and gives an incoherent murmur of assent.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi goes into his arms gladly, holding him close and burying his face in Galen's hair. "Love you. So much."

[galen_erso]

"Bodhi."

Just that one word.

[imthepilot]

It's less the word and more the way Galen says it that makes Bodhi feels so... special.

Bodhi lays there, happy to gaze into those wonderfully strange eyes - perfect and warm. He could drown in Galen's eyes and die happy.

[galen_erso]

Those eyes keep looking into Bodhi's, unfocused and happy and full of love.

[imthepilot]

After a good long while of just looking into those eyes and stroking Galen's hair, Bodhi smiles. "I have to start dinner or we won't eat till very, very late. Don't get up until you're ready." He presses a soft kiss to Galen's lips.

[galen_erso]

"My Bodhi," Galen says, clinging for half a minute or so; then, he suddenly grins at Bodhi and lets him go.

"Fresher," he says, "and then food."

[imthepilot]

He makes the most of the cling. It's a nice feeling.

"Fresher, then food."

{ooc: fade there?}