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somelondramatic · 9 months

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Breakfast in Bed

Cucu loves surprises; Tefir loves surprising them

Tefir stares at the chrono, leg bouncing nervously. Cu had stopped messaging him around one in the morning their time, and it was now seven. He figures he has at least another three hours before they even try to wake up. Blessedly, their ability to stay awake before the afternoon is a reliably horrible thing on their days off, something he’d figured out fairly early into their friendship through their near daily calls.

Some months ago, Tefir had been met with several long rings followed by a remarkably soft voice, muddled from sleep as Cu tried to answer him coherently. They had quickly shaken off the confusion that laced their greeting, but it’d been hard to ignore the tired rasp they’d mumbled his name in. It had taken him several apologies to feel like he could continue their chat, even with their reassurances that it’d been an accident, and they didn’t particularly mind being woken this early, it just surprised them.

(They insist on keeping their com open for him at all hours still, despite this. "It's not like you call from different time zones just to muck up my sleep!" They’d laughed, and he realized then that it’d not been the first time he'd woken them, just the first they couldn't quite hide it. He tried not to think about how that had made his stomach flutter-how fiercely he’d blushed over the idea of them losing sleep, just so he could start his day with their voice.

Was it selfish to hope they wanted to hear him too?)

Guilt had gnawed at him for letting his assumptions be the culprit of sleep cut short, but his slipup had also led to the start of a habit that he’s come to cherish alongside their conversations.

“In the land of the living yet?” He’ll tap out, unable to hide his delight over their simple response of ">:P" before the immediate incoming call notification.

With a shake of his head, Tefir tries to smother the smile that’d taken him while he was lost in thought; his customary check-in message today is going to help him more than they know. If Cu doesn't answer, it'll be his signal to go ahead with his plan: surprise them with his early arrival home, ideally with breakfast in tow.

The ship had hardly landed and he was already itching to leave-a feeling he was growing familiar with now that he had someone on Coruscant actually waiting to see him. He starts hustling around the cabin with a loud scuff of his boots, stuffing his wallet into whichever pocket has room and clicking his helmet into place. An early end to their latest campaign had left his crew without work for two weeks, a welcome change to their usual two or three days on-world between missions. Frankly, he felt more than a little relieved; it had been nearly two months since he last stepped foot on their capital planet, an unusually long time to be away. The decision to surprise Cu had been easy after realizing this, if a bit impulsive; the ship's ETA had read just past sunrise on Coruscant, and he couldn't quite shake the image of being able to wake them in person for once. Maybe he could somehow make up for his, apparently, early calls.

It had nothing to do with the image he still held fondly of them, over a year later- curled in their sheets, lekku spilling over their pillow as sunlight from the window dappled their complexion, and the shy grin they gave him, canines peeking out just over their bottom lip.

Nothing in the slightest.

“So. Planning on leavin’ anytime soon? Or ‘r you gonna just stand there and stare into space ‘til it’s too late?” The rough voice filters through Albara’s helmet, the modulator doing nothing to hide her playful tone.

“Hey! Hello-” His montrals flare brightly as he startles and swings around to glare at her, “I would appreciate a bit of support in my…my efforts to be a good friend-!”

The Rishii's feathers puff up and curl beneath her helmet, her giggling shaking the small table she’s sat at.

“Oh yeah, my apologies mister ‘good friend.’ I’m sure they’ll love whatever you’re doin’-now stop wearin’ a hole in th’ ship with your fuckin’ pacing, and get your ass out the door okay?” She twirls a clawed hand at him in a shooing motion, and his shoulders briefly hunch up in embarrassment.

Orull snickers along with her, moving to grab Tefir by the shoulders and give him a firm shake, "Yeaahhh c'mon Tef go show em' how much you loooooveee-"

Wringing his hands and patting his pockets, he looks around one more time before nodding sharply to himself and checking his com. Seeing his message to Cu still unread and unanswered, Tefir hurries off the platform and outside for his speeder to the sound of Orull and Albara hollering behind him.

Tefir shoves him away with a fake growl, opening his mouth to retort and finding no words. They were more than aware of the plan he’d agonized over while in hyperspace, so he supposes they have a right. Still, he opts to fling a rude gesture in their direction, Orull's smirk only growing. Tefir ignores him, turning to run over the morning's checklist again: Flatcake mix, apples, cinnamon, sausage... In and out. Simple mission. Grocery store, Cu’s apartment, hard to mess up.

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An hour later he finds himself in front of Cu’s door, grocery bag clenched in one hand and the other poised to knock. When a solid two-beat gets no answer, he kneels and fumbles around in a crack along the threshold's foundation. The spare key they’d left for him flips up into his grip and he stares at it for a second, leg twitching nervously again. Did coming home early enough to surprise them count as an emergency?

Probably.

Code lock opened, he punches their password in and carefully slides the door open, replacing the key with a glance around to make sure it's unseen. He holds his breath as he starts taking bits of armor off to make less noise, his helmet releasing with a hiss of air and his other pieces slowly creating a pile on Cu’s couch. Blinking as he adjusts to the bright morning light, Tefir takes a deep breath, a mild fragrance he can’t describe other than them washing over him. Glancing around at their organized shelves of ferns, flowers and hanging ivies, he finally tiptoes over to where he knows their bedroom is and peers in.

Cu’s form is hardly visible under their comforter, the ultra-downy thing nearly swallowing them whole. Only the tips of their montrals and the peak of their nose have wormed their way out into the open, eliciting a stifled laugh from Tefir. If he looks closely he can see that they’re wrapped around a pillow, their breathing punctuated by the tiniest of snores, and he’s struck by how much he loves them missed them. Overcome by the urge to abandon his idea and instead bury himself next to them in the blanket nest they’ve made, he shivers and closes their door as quietly as he can. Running his hands back over his montrals, he blows out a shaky breath and rushes to the kitchen, rubbing at his tired eyes as he sneaks through their cabinets and wills away the need to do anything but cook.

Soon two plates are stacked with flatcakes, sausages, and a bowl of chopped fruit, all stuffed precariously into a tray. Tefir vows to come back to the dishes he’s left soaking, too intent on balancing the tray and cups of water in his arms to worry about the mess he’s left, and teeters back to Cu’s room. They’ve since kicked off parts of the blankets, showing off just how tightly they’re hugging the pillow and the strangely familiar shirt they’re wearing. He nearly trips over himself when he recognizes it as one of his old ringer tees, a flush crawling up his neck as he notices the new tears from overuse along the collar and hem. Their nose twitches, eyebrows furrowing as the scent of breakfast wafts towards them, and he jumps to put the plates down on their side table, cautiously sitting on the edge of their bed.

“Woah, what are they cooking? Smells s’good…” Cu sighs into their pillow, lifting their head to squint towards the wall they share with their neighbor. Their gaze freezes on the plates of food, frowning curiously until Tefir clears his throat.

“Well, you might get a better answer if you ask me, but I’m sure they have a few good guesses.” He chuckles, biting the inside of his cheek when they bolt upright, eyes getting impossibly wide as they stare at him. For a moment it goes silent, and he struggles to not look away, overwhelmed by how plainly they’re wearing their emotions- the open awe on their features.

“Tef…?” They breathe, eyes darting all over him before landing back on his own, “Wha- When did you get back?! I thought-” Their voice gets traitorously weak and they clamp their jaw shut, swallowing hard and opting to wait for an answer as they grab for a pillow and hold it to their chest.

“Ah, well, the mission ended early! It’s a bit complicated as to why, but when I found out we’d be getting home before we originally thought, I. Figured it would be a pleasant surprise..?” Tefir’s voice turns up in a question, his hands gesturing aimlessly and settling back into his lap to fidget with his sleeves, “But if I overstepped, or- I really apologize, I just got so... I can, I can go if this is too much-” He finishes, biting his cheek harder and almost moving to stand.

Cu flies forward, grasping his hand with a startled shout, “No! No-no it’s okay really, please! Please don’t leave so soon.” They hug his arm, lower lip jutting out in a trembling pout, “I was just processing, I promise, no overstepping here, I’m so, so happy to see you, you don’t know-”

They hide their face in his shoulder abruptly, feeling somewhat like a child but unable to look at him after so blatantly telling on themself. Tefir blinks down at them before exhaling a long, relieved sigh.

"Thank the fucking stars.”

He lifts himself up further up into the remnants of their blanket nest, inching Cu off his shoulder and scooping them into a tight embrace instead. Their legs instinctively curl up against him, and the two fall sideways onto the mattress, a shared giggle shaking them both. Cu tucks under his chin in a practiced motion, montrals tickling his collarbone and releasing the last of any nervous tension he was holding.

He presses his lips against the top of their head in a fleeting kiss, murmuring, “Missed you.” And receives only a desperate nod in response.

They sit quietly together for a moment, content to soak up the other’s presence in the stillness of the morning. It’s become harder to ignore the ache when Tefir is away, Cu realizes as they breathe in his scent, the warmth left from his armor and leather gear putting them more at ease than they’re ready to admit to. The two’s reunions have begun to toe a line neither are quite confident in crossing, but it’s easy to ignore the complicated feelings involved when it can be waived off as two friends prone to loneliness missing one another.

The excuse sounds flimsy even to themself.

“Well. I guess breakfast is a big enough deal for the key, huh?” They laugh, grinning toothily at the way the iridescence of his lekku sparkles under his blush.

Cu finally sits up when they feel themself drifting off again, lolling their head lazily towards the tray waiting patiently on the nightstand. A sleepy smirk lights their face up as they eye the still-warm array, and they turn back to Tefir, now sporting an easy smile as he watches.

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somelondramatic · 1 year

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Prompt: Don't you know what you mean to me?

It had been two weeks since Tefir had lost his lek. Cu couldn't deny that they were happy to see him recovered so quickly, his first night in the bacta tank having made swift work of his wound. His eagerness to return to missions, though, left a pit in their stomach. He was as physically okay as he could be, the hearing aid built into his helmet “more than enough”, as he put it, but he had been startlingly quiet about the entire event. It made them nervous-worried he was hiding.

Cu hadn't been able to bring themself to question it, terrified they'd misspeak or push Tefir away somehow. He'd never given them reason to be so scared, but the thought of it left them nauseous.

It didn't take long for him to notice their uneasiness, both in the way they stifled their sighs when he would mention getting back on the ship, and the stiffness of their shoulders as the new mission date grew closer. His reassurances that things would go smoothly hardly mattered.

The night before he was set to leave again, Cu finally cracked.

"Tef are you sure you'll be okay? It's just so soon." Cu asks quietly, shuffling closer to his spot on their couch.

Tefir frowns, sitting up straight from where he'd been sprawled before. "Yes? Of course I'll be okay, it's been more than enough time."

"Has it?" They bite out, nose wrinkling in frustration.

His face turns to stone immediately, and they flinch when he stands up without a sound. He flexes his hands and brings them to his chest to rub anxiously, finally sighing, "I knew it. I knew you didn't trust me. I'm fine, Cu."

"Wha- don't trust you??? Of course I do I'm just-"

"Worried? I know, I'm not blind. But I told you before I'm fine, and I'm just as fine now. I'm..." Tefir pinches his nose, looking away. "I'm a grown ass adult, Cu, I'm aware of my limits."

A faint tremble seizes Cu's hands, forcing them to cross their arms so that he won't see.

"Okay. Okay I'm sorry I didn't..I was just.." They chew on their lip, avoiding his gaze.

"I don't need to be treated like I'm made of glass, okay? I. Am. Fine. Please just, stop doing that."

Tefir's brow twitches upon glancing back down, seeing how small Cu has made themself. They'd curled up further, staring up at him with as neutral of an expression as they can muster. They only swallow and nod, murmuring, "Be safe then."

When they make no move to get up to see him out, he nods back and goes for the door.

"I'll...I'll com you when we're there."

"Okay."

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Tefir rarely hears from Cu for the month he's gone, aside from a happy acknowledgement that he arrived safely and a few photos of Winter. It runs his blood cold and a loneliness he'd thought he'd kicked make a reappearance. He desperately wants to apologize for the way they left things, offer to fly them out again, anything. But he lets the com go quiet and fidgets when asked by Orull what has him so moody.

The dock is empty when he arrives home, the space usually populated by Cu's speeder taken by a stranger. His stomach drops further, and before he can register what he's doing, he's on his own speeder and at their doorstep.

Their door opens at the first knock, and Tefir moves into the threshold, "Please tell me what's wrong. We've barely talked, what's going on?" He pauses unsteadily, "Or I can, I can leave, if that's what you want, but please tell me."

Cu looks panicked at the sight of him, blurting out, "I thought. I-I don't know maybe you should have some space?? I was too pushy, right?"

His eyes widen at their whimpered, "Right?"

With an anxious noise he scoops them into his arms, "No, no no no, I was an asshole and you were just worried about me, I should've been better."

"You're allowed to feel that way though!" Cu's voice cracks, "I shouldn't have pressed you, I just."

A pained laugh.

"Don't you know what you mean to me?" They gasp into his chest,"I thought you were going to die, I thought you'd be gone forever and I didn't know what to do with myself. What would I do??"

Tefir rests his chin in the space between Cu's montrals, squeezing his eyes shut tightly.

"And you just. Moved on! Like it's nothing! And I didn't wanna make it about me, or-or bring it up and hurt you. But fuck, Tefir, what would I do?"

He takes a deep breath, waiting for an answer that won't come. Opting instead to drop his lips to their forehead, he sighs against them, "I'm sorry. I...I forget that you aren't used to all of this. What we see, what we deal with. If I didn't get back into it, I don't think I'd have been able to later. Facing that fear now was easier for me, but you didn't know that, and I was already nervous. I'm sorry. I promise I'm okay, shakey, sure, but okay."

They nod slowly, their fists balled into the back of his shirt slowly relaxing.

"Maybe it's selfish but I'd really like it if you didn't exit this galaxy early." Cu whispers humorlessly, "I know I shouldn't have assumed you weren't okay and just lying to be nice. I'm sorry."

Tefir smiles hesitantly in the quiet that follows, squeezing them reassuringly.

"It's okay. We're okay."

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