fic: skin to skin

[wrennette]

skin to skin (429 words) by wrennette
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kit Fisto/Mace Windu
Characters: Mace Windu, Kit Fisto
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Relaxation, Swimming, February Ficlet Challenge, Blanket Permission, do not copy or repost to other sites
Summary:

Kit grins and presses close, nuzzling against Mace's shoulder and then settling his head there with his face against Mace's neck. Like this, their damp skin pressing together, Kit can read Mace by both pheromones and the Force.

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Mace sinks into the pool with a sigh. He rarely has time to breathe these days, never mind relaxing. Mace leans back against the warmed stone edging, purposefully pushing away thoughts of work. He's scheduled himself a few hours to decompress, and he knows he needs it.

Reaching out in the Force, Mace enjoys the simple reassurance of feeling the everyday life of his people all around him. Younglings play in the creche. Initiates play with slightly more purpose, their games teaching them the beginnings of how and why and when to use the Force. The Padawans are more focused yet, intent on their lessons and training. There are few young Knights in the Temple these days; healing, relaxing, and training in between stints at the various fronts of this war that only seems to grow more complicated. There are slightly more Masters, if only because they have many elderly Jedi who aren't fit to lead battalions of clonetroopers.

A familiar presence brushes against Mace's mind. Cool and smooth as a tide-tumbled stone yet brilliant with welcome. Mace reaches back in greeting.

Air bubbles to the surface of the pool in the deeper area that connects to the aquatic levels. Kit emerges a moment later, tossing back his unbound head-tresses. Water gleams on Kit's vibrant skin and he smiles broadly in greeting. Mace can't help but smile in return, warmth suffusing him as Kit approaches.

"Enjoying your break?" Kit asks. He swims easily up to Mace and deposits himself on Mace's lap, head-tresses tumbling over both their shoulders. Their bodies fit together naturally after so many years and the familiar intimacy of it sends curls of warmth through Mace.

"I am," Mace says, settling a hand on Kit's waist. "More now than I was earlier."

Kit grins and presses close, nuzzling against Mace's shoulder and then settling his head there with his face against Mace's neck. Like this, their damp skin pressing together, Kit can read Mace by both pheromones and the Force. Either sense will tell Kit what they both already know: Mace is inordinately happy to see his partner. He can feel Kit's broad smile against his pulse, and can feel it shrink into something smaller and infinitely more precious. Kit's grins are bright and effusive and given to nearly everyone who crosses his path. This smaller smile is just for Mace, for when they're alone together. Mace tips back his head and smiles in return, letting the joy of being with his partner run through him and knowing that Kit will feel it through his skin.