little longer than a drabble tatooine husbands drabble 🫶
"You know what your problem is?" If anyone else said this to Cody, he'd break their arm. However it's Obi-Wan. And he happens to deliver it with adoration and hearts dancing in his eyes.
"What," Cody says in a drawl drier than the hottest day on this Force-forsaken scorched dustball of a planet.
"You worry entirely too much, my dear."
Cody looks at him. It's a long look. One that ferments the longer it goes. "Right."
"Mhm." He sounds so satisfied as he moseys into Cody's personal space that hasn't belonged to only himself in a considerable amount of time. "I believe I have the facilities to ease such a predicament."
Cody lets himself be nudged to lean against their kitchen counter. His hands find the soft woven tunic around Obi-Wan's unbelted waist. He'll allow himself to be distracted for this; if he's correct about where this is going. "You do?"
This close together, the wrinkles of Obi-Wan's face blur. "Yes," he says and warm lips meet Cody's.
Cody's eyes fall shut. His husband has a gift because, yeah, the soft, insistent press of his body wipes the thoughts from Cody's mind. Easy as anything he gets lost in kiss after kiss. A thumb rubs warm, tantalizing circles just under the hem of his hastily thrown-on top.
When Obi-Wan pulls away, Cody follows. Whiskers nuzzle his cheek instead. Words spoken are a quiet reassuring balm he would never ask for. "Rooh and the banthas are fine. They've likely wandered to graze." That in itself does not bode well but Obi-Wan continues, "No, the local Tusken tribe won't go back on their word and do anything untoward to the dears. They're more likely to return them to us. Our girls are just fine."
Cody exhales long and slow. He noses in closer as the tension releases from his body. A warm embrace.
"Okay?" asks Obi-Wan. Both his hands are under Cody's shirt now, rubbing up his back.
"Yeah."
He feels Obi-Wan smile against his cheek. "Now then," lips purse and lightly kiss him, "come back to bed. By the time I'm done with you the girls will have returned and the Lars will be expecting us for lunch."
Cody follows Obi-Wan back to their rumpled bed, fighting back a smile. When his back meets the mattress and he has a lapful of Obi-Wan he lets it melt away into the joy of life thrumming through his blood.
It's not always like this. They have their moods. The days when the past echoes too loud in the quiet of the desert. But he's here. He's alive. His joints ache and his hair is threaded with more grey than black these days. And, against all odds, Obi-Wan's here with his own hands worn with age that fit perfectly in Cody's.
The first sun starts to creep up over the horizon, filtering in through a slatted window, and Cody mind blurs to enjoy their lazy early morning lovemaking.
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Do you have any art or writing wips you could share? :D
I’ve got both! 💛✨
Me and @nixoon-again have been cooking a lil Galaxy au over the last few days so this is a very rough lil concept doodle I did of Tails design! (Star Tails supremacy!💫). Not sure if, when and how we’ll post about it and it’s mainly just been us screaming at eachother, but maybe one day when it’s more planned out!
Anddd, a lil wip from the drowning angst fic I mentioned before that I’m dabbling with! I’m still really insecure about my writing and very rusty so am still not 100% I’ll share it, but if enough people are interested and it’s semi readable ig there’s no harm in dumping it out there at somepoint! 💛✨
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“An angel without her wings.” Raphael purred; his eyes fixed on your form. The scars on your back twinged with the ghost of agony passed.
Your eyes flared with celestial fire, weak as it was the blue flames faded fast. You felt empty…abandoned by your grandmother.
“I’m almost moved to pity.” The devil continued, his own wings flexing behind him. “A fledgling fallen from her nest.” He took your chin firmly in hand, his sharp claws biting into your skin. “Don’t try that again.”
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