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[imthepilot]

{From here}

Bodhi takes Galen's hand and walks back through the door and back into the base. The cerebration is in full swing, happy shouts echoing from the hall. They run into only one other person on their way to Bodhi's room. The young lieutenant who had escorted Galen earlier.

Nika salutes, eyes drifting from Bodhi's face to their joined hands and back again. "Sir, Dr Erso."

"Lieutenant." Bodhi acknowledges, his voice a tense growl. Ready to deck the young man for a word out of place.

Instead the young man stutters shyly. "Sir?" He starts uncertainly. "I hope- have a good night, sir. You- you've earnt it."

Bodhi relaxes a little, resting his metal hand on the youth's shoulder. "As have you, lieutenant. Now go and enjoy yourself."

The boy nods, freckled cheeks warming with a blush. "Sir, yes sir." There's something about the way he steps aside to let them pass, watching them go. A crush perhaps? Or something more like hero worship?

Bodhi doesn't speak again till they're inside his room, the door firmly closed.

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[galen_erso]

"Prudent," Galen agrees. "Can we have a little celebration later?"

He cranes his neck to kiss Bodhi. "I love you. I want to be with you, and everybody can know."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi returns the kiss, intently. "We can have a proper wedding, if you will have me." It's not a proper proposal, and Bodhi is apologetic about that. But nothing about their situation is proper.

[galen_erso]

"Oh yes, we can," Galen says.

One more advantage of the Empire's defeat.

"Then let's. Yes. Absolutely. Yes, I will marry you."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi cups Galen's cheek and drawn him in to a very slow, very loving kiss.

"I love you, Galen. I know I don't say it as readily as I use to. But I mean it."

"I let go of you. Because I had to. Because you were dead and letting go was my only way to keep on living. But I have you back. And that's going to take time to get use to. But now I have you, I don't intend to let go again."

It seems like the most words Bodhi has said in a string for years.

[galen_erso]

Galen says nothing. He pulls Bodhi close and kisses him, overcome with feeling.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi holds him, burying his face in Galen's neck. Just holding him, breathing in Galen's living scent.

Galen smells more like himself now. Warm skin, soft hair, a little of the green scent of Delta Base. Not the sour smell of the cell Galen was taken from.

[galen_erso]

"My husband, the base commander," Galen murmurs, as if trying out the words.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi tightens his arms around Galen. The words make his hear clench.

"My husband, the scientist."

[galen_erso]

"Yes," Galen says.

Everything has happened so fast and decisively. But that was typical for them.

[imthepilot]

When have they been anything but swift but right. Like puzzle pieces falling into place.

Bodhi holds Galen close, kissing him again then forcing himself to relax back into the bed. It's been a long day. One of several in a row now and Bodhi is more worn down by it all than he'd like to admit.

But then, funerals always have that effect on him.

For now, he's content just to hold Galen close, watching him in the dappled light.

[galen_erso]

Galen drifts off, back to sleep, safe and happy in his husband's arms.-