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[imthepilot]

Galen gets a message late one evening. The evening Bodhi was planning to spent down in the barracks with the other cargo crews.

The message from the head medic. You better get down here.

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[galen_erso]

"How can you ever move your tongue that fast?" Galen says; and then he blushes under his beard.

He's not really used to his own double entendres.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi found himself caught between embarrassment and enjoying Galen's blush. And opts to tease his lover. "Practice. And motivation."

[galen_erso]

"Is there a prize for being fastest?" Galen says, smiling despite his blush, and the thoughts about all the things Bodhi's tongue had already done to him. Very prize-worthy things...

[imthepilot]

"Just the pleasure of knowing you can do it." He grins, "And the effect it has on others."

[galen_erso]

"Well, that effect is tried and proven, I certainly can vouch for it," Galen says, smiling and blushing more.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi pulls him close, close enough whisper in his ear. "I'm sure I have a few tricks I haven't tested on you yet."

[galen_erso]

"But you will?" Galen says, with a little hopeful smile in addition to his blush.

He kisses the top of Bodhi's nose, because it's pretty and he can.

[imthepilot]

"Oh yes! I intend to do everything I can with you."

But his throat, warm growl devolves into a laugh as Galen kisses his nose. Only Galen could go from dirty talk to adorable nose kisses so fast.

[galen_erso]

For him, it's all equally part of loving Bodhi.

"We should eat, and then see what else our mouths can do," Galen suggests.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi give a frustrated little laugh and sits down, helpful himself to another mug of caf. Who needs sleep.

[galen_erso]

Galen takes a sip of his own, then starts eating. "Excellent food!" he declares.

[imthepilot]

"You're an easy man to feed. I'm going to have to start teaching you to cook for yourself before I have to go back into space. There's no telling if it'll be days or weeks before I'm back. I'd hate for you to starve while I'm away."

[galen_erso]

"I can eat in the mess hall," Galen says,"but I'd love to learn a few things for when I miss you. Which I will."

[imthepilot]

"Let me teach you a few basic dishes at least. Things you can throw together after work that won't take much to make. I can make up a few pots of spices too. Things you can add to even the mess food to make it a bit more palatable."

Which is very much his way of saying he'll miss Galen too.

[galen_erso]

"That's a good idea," Galen says. "Some people might mock me for bringing spices to the mess hall, but at least they'll think they know what I like about you, with no fisticuffs needed."

[imthepilot]

"They'll understand the spices, if they get a taste. And yes, they'll think you kept me around for my cooking." And he's okay with that. Better than them thinking Galen's keeping him as a toy boy.

[galen_erso]

"Scientists gossip as much as pilots ever can," Galen says. "Especially the old men here, with nothing else to do and not that much of their own lives."

[imthepilot]

"And a degree of jealousy, I'd imagine. It's okay for high up imperials to bed pilots for fun. It's just not okay for pilots to get on their knees for high ups." He shrugs. "It's just the way it is."

[galen_erso]

"Missing the mark narrowly," Galen muses, "is much more offensive than missing it widely. I don't bed you for fun, I live you and will stay with you, so it's better they think I like you for the food."

[imthepilot]

"I know that. And I love you too. I hope you know that?" He reaches out to take Galen's hand. "It isn't about us. It's about perceptions."

[galen_erso]

"I know that," Galen says, with absolute certainty, closing his fingers around Bodhi's.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi nods, glad that Galen understands. He takes Galen's hands and kisses his knuckles. "I'm sorry. I know being with me won't be easy."

[galen_erso]

"Being with you is the best thing for decades," Galen says. "I'm not asking for easy."

[imthepilot]

"As long as this," he presses Galen's hand to his cheek, "isn't putting you in any danger."

[galen_erso]

"It won't," Galen says. "Not unless Orson Krennic suspects this is more than a fling, and I doubt he can fathom that."