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fic: the law of our being (65/100)
I'll help you study [ao3]
Rex was grumbling over a datapad when Obi-Wan returned from the Council's meeting. Cody had reported in from Mandalore, where Satine had inveigled him into staying a few extra days. As Obi-wan was loath to deny either Satine or Cody anything, he wasn’t terribly upset. It helped that Rex was excellent company.
"What has you so aggravated?" Obi-Wan asked, resting a hand on Rex’s broad shoulder and brushing a kiss into his blond stubble.
"Stupid new regulations," Rex grumped. "Have to take a stupid quiz to get a stupid license to fly the stupid bloody skycars." Obi-Wan snickered, shifting to rest both his hands on Rex's back so he could gently knead the developing knots out of the firm, warm muscle beneath his washed-soft shirt. "Not funny," Rex complained. "I'm a decorated war veteran, I ought to get an exemption from this sort of bullshit. Especially since Coruscant's traffic regulations are even more convoluted than the fleet regs."
"If you want, I'll help you study," Obi-Wan promised. "I'm probably nearly due for my re-certifications in any case."
"I'd rather you keep doing that," Rex said, rolling his shoulders under Obi-Wan's hands with a groan of pleasure. Obi-Wan grinned, and ducked down to kiss the nape of Rex's neck.
"That can be arranged," Obi-Wan said, and continued his slow massage. Rex groaned, abandoning any pretense of reading his datapad. He leaned back into Obi-Wan's skilled touch and just luxuriated for a long moment. Obi-Wan dropped another light kiss against Rex's neck, and Rex reached back, blindly trying to grab at his lover.
With a laugh, Obi-Wan rounded the chair and planted himself in Rex's lap, leaning in to kiss him slow and sweet. Rex kissed back readily, shifting Obi-Wan slightly so his weight was distributed better, then settling in for a nice long session of breathless kisses. Obi-Wan hummed, happy to play along.
They both knew they couldn't sit there forever. Obi-Wan needed to see about their meal, and Rex's legs would fall asleep before too long. Until then, lips and tongues slid together, neither man attempting to arouse the other, just enjoying the intimacy of making out.
Rex was grumbling over a datapad when Obi-Wan returned from the Council's meeting. Cody had reported in from Mandalore, where Satine had inveigled him into staying a few extra days. As Obi-wan was loath to deny either Satine or Cody anything, he wasn’t terribly upset. It helped that Rex was excellent company.
"What has you so aggravated?" Obi-Wan asked, resting a hand on Rex’s broad shoulder and brushing a kiss into his blond stubble.
"Stupid new regulations," Rex grumped. "Have to take a stupid quiz to get a stupid license to fly the stupid bloody skycars." Obi-Wan snickered, shifting to rest both his hands on Rex's back so he could gently knead the developing knots out of the firm, warm muscle beneath his washed-soft shirt. "Not funny," Rex complained. "I'm a decorated war veteran, I ought to get an exemption from this sort of bullshit. Especially since Coruscant's traffic regulations are even more convoluted than the fleet regs."
"If you want, I'll help you study," Obi-Wan promised. "I'm probably nearly due for my re-certifications in any case."
"I'd rather you keep doing that," Rex said, rolling his shoulders under Obi-Wan's hands with a groan of pleasure. Obi-Wan grinned, and ducked down to kiss the nape of Rex's neck.
"That can be arranged," Obi-Wan said, and continued his slow massage. Rex groaned, abandoning any pretense of reading his datapad. He leaned back into Obi-Wan's skilled touch and just luxuriated for a long moment. Obi-Wan dropped another light kiss against Rex's neck, and Rex reached back, blindly trying to grab at his lover.
With a laugh, Obi-Wan rounded the chair and planted himself in Rex's lap, leaning in to kiss him slow and sweet. Rex kissed back readily, shifting Obi-Wan slightly so his weight was distributed better, then settling in for a nice long session of breathless kisses. Obi-Wan hummed, happy to play along.
They both knew they couldn't sit there forever. Obi-Wan needed to see about their meal, and Rex's legs would fall asleep before too long. Until then, lips and tongues slid together, neither man attempting to arouse the other, just enjoying the intimacy of making out.