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[imthepilot]

[From here]

There rooms are a bit of a mess. Bodhi spend all night cooking and as much as he cleans as he goes, there's still a lot left to do. But it can wait. He puts the last ingredients away to be made into something else tomorrow.

He turns to Galen, shedding his jacket. "That was enjoyable. I missed markets like that."

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[imthepilot]

Bodhi closes his eyes and relished the touch, "Galen." He breathes, the word on his lips like a prayer.

"Undress me? Please?"

[galen_erso]

Galen's hand slips deeper, and the other comes up to open Bodhi's collar.

[imthepilot]

He breathes a slow sigh, leaning back against the wall and letting Galen touch him, strip him. Letting the scent and warmth of his lover replace darker memories.

[galen_erso]

Galen leans in to kiss Bodhi's collarbones once they are bare, pushing the fabric off his shoulders as he does so.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi's lost a lot of weight. Even though he's now starting to put it back on his collarbones are still overly prominent. As are his ribs.

And there are scars that won't there before. Parallel lines on his inner, upper right arm, just above the elbow joint. Matching scars on the top of his right thigh. None of them deep but there are a few of them.

[galen_erso]

Galen runs his fingers along those scars, then bands his head further to kiss the soft inside of Bodhi's elbow.

He acknowledges what happened, but won't dwell on it. Not now. This moment is for re-discovery, a celebration of their after-life together.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi's breathing quickens but he doesn't pull away, doesn't let his pain spill out in the whimper he can feel like a lump in his throat. Just a single tear, slow and hot on his cheek.

He rests a shaking hand on Galen's shoulder, drawing him back up to kiss him slowly. Parting his lips to invite Galen to deepen it.

[galen_erso]

Galen gently licks at the inside of Bodhi's lips while kissing, and opens his own lips, soft and wet.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi can't help but lean into the kiss. Melt into it. Resting his hands on Galen's bare hips as he relishes the slow sensuality of it. His...desire has been slow to come back after- after everything that happened. But he can feel Galen's kiss warming him again. Slowly, softly.

[galen_erso]

Galen's lips move and suckle, slowly and lusciously, as if the whole world was made up solely of this kiss.

[imthepilot]

A whimper does escape Bodhi's lips. Not fear or regret or pain. This whimper is pure joy. Like stepping out into warm sunshine or opening a door to see Galen's smile. It the sound of a tiny part of his fractured self healing.

[galen_erso]

Galen's strong hand comes up to cradle Bodhi's neck while he keeps kissing him with utter abandon.

[imthepilot]

Nothing short of oxygen deprivation will make Bodhi break that kiss, even as his knees start to tremble a little. He just clings to Galen and tries to give back with as much feeling as he's getting.

[galen_erso]

"Bodhi," Galen whispers, reverently, into their kisses.

Something, however, lightly thumps on the door.

[imthepilot]

"Kyber!" Bodhi growls softly as a little ginger paw manages to push it's way under the door.

[galen_erso]

"Oh," Galen says. "I suppose he needs to go? Or thinks we've been silent too long?"

[imthepilot]

"Lets check. And maybe move their littler tray outside so they won't need to come in." As much as Bodhi loves the cats, he need to just be with Galen right now. "Do you mind doing that and I'll start running the water?"

[galen_erso]

Galen nods, and reluctantly lets go of Bodhi.

When he opens the door with the litter tray held low, Kyber gratefully jumps in. He puts it down, and closes the door.

Soon, there are sounds of scratching from outside.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi perches on the edge of the bath, warm water flowing over his hand and into the tub. Such a strange feeling, to just be able to turn water on and off. To waste so much on bathing.

His back to Galen, the burns on his back stand out against the texture of his skin, his vertebrae all too prominent. His hair has gotten longer too as he undoes the tie and lets it fall to his shoulders.

[galen_erso]

Galen turns and looks at him; then, he walks up behind Bodhi, bare feet audible on the tiles, and reaches out for that luscious black hair.

[imthepilot]

Thankfully he doesn't startle Bodhi. Bodhi leans back into him, feeling Galen's hand in his hair, slightly damp with sweat and the grime of the day. "It's getting so long. I should do something about that."

[galen_erso]

"Braid it after bathing?" Galen suggests. "I do like it like this."

[imthepilot]

"I'd like that." He takes a hand from under the water to reach back, pulling Galen closer. "Should we fill it up before we get in or get in and then fill it the rest of the way?" He isn't sure of the protocol with baths.

[galen_erso]

"I think," Galen says, "we can do either, but it's probably nicer with the bath already filled."

It's not as if baths were part of his routine most of his life, either. On Coruscant or other core worlds, but he never lived there for long. And when he did, there were more important things than spending time in the bath very often.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi nods and swirls the water around with his fingertips. There would easily be room enough for them both, especially if Galen got in first and Bodhi rested between his legs. That would be nice. comfortable.

He breathes a sigh and leans back against Galen again. reaching up damp fingers to rub his arm.