Had a burst of inspiration on my run this morning and wrote this out in a couple of hours, and I thought it would make a great first post for @codywankissbingo2022!
(Set in roughly 1950’s Oxford at the brisk hour of 5am. No warnings, ~700 words, please enjoy!)
“Come on, darling,” Ben says, sliding a hand up onto Cody’s cheek. “You’ll miss the Morris dancers.”
Cody blinks her eyes back open, and stares at Ben’s white bow tie for a long while, leaning up against his shoulder. “I thought we already saw them.” She closes her eyes again.
hello!! i signed up to the @codywankissbingo, and here’s the first entry! be warned: ‘tis short but pretty explicit! it’s also a kind-of sequel/missing scene to gutshot. enjoy! (bingo card under the cut) (everything else under the cut, too.)
In the sheer excitement I felt over the prospect of participating in the @codywankissbingo this year, I have very much grinded out my first square (comforted by the fact that I am not alone in this hehe)! For the ‘kiss it better’ prompt, we have some much needed caretaking, of both physical and emotional injuries.
Rating:Mature
Word Count: 1.9k
Summary:
Rubbing a scoop of the bacta between his fingers, Obi-Wan gently got to work, rubbing the tingling gel into the worst of the bruising, chewing his lip at the way Cody hissed at the first press before leaning into the touch, the way he slumped forward, head hung as if he couldn’t keep it upright a moment longer.
Or: When Cody is injured in battle, Obi-Wan seeks to lend him a hand. But with emotions running high, unspoken things may come to light.
