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Cody trembled as Kenobi’s lips brushed across the back of his hand, whiskery and yet surprisingly soft. “Sir-“ he started, choked, and those same pink lips curved into a sly smile that he felt before the Jedi lifted his head away. His eyes were as clear and blue as the sky above them as he met Cody’s startled gaze.
“Yes, dear Commander?”
“My hands are dirty.”
Kenobi tilted his head, tugged Cody’s palm up with his own, entangling his fingers with his own cool and elegant ones, to press another gentle kiss to his knuckles. “So are mine,” he confided, and turned Cody’s hand over to feather kisses across his palm and down each of his fingers.
A final, lingering kiss was set carefully upon the pulse point of Cody’s wrist, before Kenobi carefully slid Cody’s armoured glove back on. He was careful to not disturbed the fresh bandages, though his hand wrapped reassuringly around Cody’s forearm, still bare of its usual vambrace. “Haven’t you heard?”
“Heard what?” Cody dared, and Kenobi swayed ever so slightly forward, as if to whisper a secret. Cody couldn’t help but mirror him, leaning until Kenobi’s face was very close, close enough to see each tiny pore and endearing wrinkle-line with ease.
“Kisses are the secret to making hurts better,” Kenobi murmured, and that maddening beard scraped pleasantly against Cody’s cheek as he leant in to whisper directly against his ear. He could feel the soft exhalation of each breath, and the scent of nutmeg and pepper oil filled the air. The scents were so ingrained in his senses as belonging to his Jedi that the sudden intensity brought of closeness was almost startling.
“Oh-!” Cody couldn’t help the squeak that escaped him then as Kenobi then darted in, somehow impossibly closer, and another whiskery kiss caressed his cheek.
In a heartbeat, that smug, infuriating Jedi was straightening his robes; he winked, and was off down the path back to camp, entirely unruffled before Cody could pick his jaw up off the ground.
Cody swallowed, left frozen in place as Kenobi swept away, his eyes darting between looking helplessly down at his offending hand and the swish of Kenobi’s robes vanishing through the trees.
Huh.