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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]

It's an interesting kind of fast music, and Galen wonders where this kind of singing is from; but he finds he'd rather smile and listen and tap his feet than disturb for explanations.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi keeps spitting rhymes, fast and playful as he chops some pale fleshed fruit into fingers. Most of the words are in something other than basic but here and there, there are more recognisable words.

Love, Galen, rain, fire. joy.

[galen_erso]

Galen might try to steal a piece of fruit.

[imthepilot]

And he may get a slap on the knuckles for it. And a dangerous grin from Bodhi. "Don't make me throw you out of the kitchen." He adds, without dropping a beat.

[galen_erso]

"Pretty please?" Galen says, smiling widely and winsomely.

[imthepilot]

"I'm not done yet. Trust me. You'll like this." He crumbs the strips of fruit and flash fries them, making the insides as soft and gooey as the outsides are crisp.

He piles them on a plate around a bowl of the sweetened cream. A dish any core world restaurant would be proud of.

[galen_erso]

Galen watches, enjoying the scents rising from the pans and bowl, as well as Bodhi's song.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi ends the song with the words because I love you and kisses Galen in passing, leading him and the plate back out into the main room. "Now, you can try it."

[galen_erso]

Galen follows eagerly. "What is the fruit?"

[imthepilot]

"Just a white apple. Nothing too exotic. That's what I like about this recipe, it works with almost anything."

He helps himself to one.

[galen_erso]

So does Galen.

"Piece of fruit and dollop of dip, right?"

[imthepilot]

Bodhi scoops up a dollop of sweet cream mix with one of the apple chips and offers it to Galen.

[galen_erso]

Galen eats it directly as offered: there is something especially sensual about Bodhi literally feeding him.

[imthepilot]

And Bodhi's more than happy to feed him, wiping a spot of cream off the corner of Galen's lips with the pad of his thumb.

[galen_erso]

Galen is delighted, both by the taste and the touch.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi's more than happy to feed Galen, leaning in to lick a smudge of cream off Galen's lips.

[galen_erso]

"I like this," Galen says softly, looking into Bodhi's eyes.

[imthepilot]

"I thought you might." Bodhi purrs, leaning it to kiss Galen, without the preamble of cream.

[galen_erso]

Galen licks Bodhi's lips while kissing, tasting fruit and cream anyway.

[imthepilot]

"You tempt me to find other ways to eat my dessert." Bodhi purrs, dipping a finger in the cream and smearing a dot on Galen's neck, just above his collar. He dips his head to lick it off.

[galen_erso]

Galen closes his eyes and smiles, bordering on the beatific.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi's reaction is far less blissful and far more hungry. He slides a hand under Galen's tunic, pushing it off Galen's shoulder to give him more throat to kiss.

[galen_erso]

"You deserve that kind of dessert," Galen purrs, leaning back his head. "My hungry pilot!"

[imthepilot]

Bodhi pulls Galen's tunic off his shoulders and moves Galen towards a chair, straddling him as Galen sits.

[galen_erso]

Galen willingly stumvles backwards, sits heavily, and pulls Bodhi close.

Enthusiastically.