“Not that I’m complaining but … I’ve never quite had a reaction to my homecoming like that before.”
Bodhi’s words were quiet, his fingers trailing over Galen’s forearm where it lay heavy across Bodhi’s waist. Galen had taken care of his lover as best as he could, washing him carefully in the fresher (whilst dreaming of the day when they had a bath tub) before tending to Bodhi’s injuries. Thankfully, Bodhi had been correct and none of them had been too dire but, even so, when Galen had finally taken Bodhi to bed, their love-making had been gentle and worshipful.
“You’ve never really been involved in a battle like this; not since Hoth. Besides, I’ve never been able to welcome you home like this. We always had to hide, I could never show my concern for your safety. Never show how much I loved, how much I love you.”
“You were worried for me,” Bodhi twisted his head so that he could look up at Galen.
“I was. I will always worry for you, every time you fly off on a mission or to a battle.” Galen pre-empted Bodhi’s next words, knowing what he would say. “And don’t even think about trying to stop flying. You’re the pilot, you’re my pilot. Bodhi, as hard as it is watching you fly off, I wouldn’t deny you something that you love so much.”
“But I love you more.”
“That may be so but I’m more than happy for you to continue flying so long as you always do your best to come home to me.”
Bodhi’s response was a passionate kiss that lingered, turning into something altogether more gentle. A reaffirmation that carried a wealth of emotion behind it.
Fill: Come Home To Me 2c/2
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“Not that I’m complaining but … I’ve never quite had a reaction to my homecoming like that before.”
Bodhi’s words were quiet, his fingers trailing over Galen’s forearm where it lay heavy across Bodhi’s waist. Galen had taken care of his lover as best as he could, washing him carefully in the fresher (whilst dreaming of the day when they had a bath tub) before tending to Bodhi’s injuries. Thankfully, Bodhi had been correct and none of them had been too dire but, even so, when Galen had finally taken Bodhi to bed, their love-making had been gentle and worshipful.
“You’ve never really been involved in a battle like this; not since Hoth. Besides, I’ve never been able to welcome you home like this. We always had to hide, I could never show my concern for your safety. Never show how much I loved, how much I love you.”
“You were worried for me,” Bodhi twisted his head so that he could look up at Galen.
“I was. I will always worry for you, every time you fly off on a mission or to a battle.” Galen pre-empted Bodhi’s next words, knowing what he would say. “And don’t even think about trying to stop flying. You’re the pilot, you’re my pilot. Bodhi, as hard as it is watching you fly off, I wouldn’t deny you something that you love so much.”
“But I love you more.”
“That may be so but I’m more than happy for you to continue flying so long as you always do your best to come home to me.”
Bodhi’s response was a passionate kiss that lingered, turning into something altogether more gentle. A reaffirmation that carried a wealth of emotion behind it.
“Always.”