Could we please possibly see more of that Jango!Lives AU? Maybe for whatever reason he’s on the Negotiator (Injury? Illness? Bootycall?), having No Shame™ around Obi-Wan, and the clones are Horrified™.
“And with that
we go down.” Obi-Wan said firmly, hands on the table.
“Something
you’re a pro to.” A voice spoke up behind him before Cody could
answer him.
Obi-Wan closed his
eyes and then looked behind him at his…well technically speaking
fiance even if he couldn’t verbally acknowledge him such just yet.
“You were to
behave.” He said sternly. “Only stipulation to being here was
that you behaved yourself.”
Jango lifted his
hands, smirking at him. “I am behaving. I’m just talking about
one of your many skills.”
“I could just
throw you off the Negotiator.” Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his
chest, the belt pulled taunt and shoving of the buckle that shone in
the harsh light of the Death Star.
Jango let his eyes
trail over it then he chuckled. “You wouldn’t throw an injured
man of. You know that makes Boba weepy.”
“I’ll tell
Boba you said that and that you were being an as-”
“General. The
mission plan?” Cody cleared his throat, giving a relieved sigh
inside his bucket when the General instantly turned to him.
It had been
exciting at first, to have their template onboard.
At first.
And then they had
managed to find out that their General blushed like a Jedi fan
whenever that man spoke to him in a certain tone and that was not the
image the 212th needed honestly. Nor the one where Jango
had pinned Obi-Wan up against the durasteel wall of a ship hallway
and proceeded to make the General forget that they were in a damn
hallway.
Waxer and Boil
were never going to be the same again.
Forever scarred.
For an injured
man, he sure moved fast.
“Of course Cody,
as I said, we go down and from there we seek shelter while Plo and
the Wolfpack provides air support for us. We are not suppose to
intervene in anything until we have radio contact from them,
understood?”
“Loud and clear
General.” Longshot saluted, beaming at him.
“So you’re
leaving me on the ship then?”
“Don’t whine
Jango, you’re injured or I would take you with me.” The General
offered in amusement.
“Its just a le-”
“Leg flesh
wound, I know I know, but unfortunately for you it was also full of
infection and that means you’re going to listen to Boba’s order
and stay put. Right?” Kenobi raised his brows at Fett.
“…Ugh you’d
squeal on me if I left wouldn’t you.”
“Damn right.”
The General turned
back to the battle plan, this time managing to go through the entire
thing without interruption, honestly, their template was an even
bigger pervert then Commander Snow and that was really pushing it.
At least Snow
could behave himself!
Jango couldn’t
as became clear when the General got in touching distance.
An arm snaked
around the Jedi’s waist and firmly jerked him of his feet and into
the Mando’a bounty hunters lap, the older man grinning up at
Obi-Wan with a leer. “Hello there.”
“Jang-mmn!”
“Ugh not again.”
Boil covered his eyes as Jango snogged his Jedi with only a token
resistance put up by Obi-Wan.
Honestly, it was a
good thing that Jedi usually worked alone else General Kenobi would
be kicked out of the order ages ago for Jango.
Or left, that too
was an option.
Him leaving.
“I am NOT
listening to this.” Gearshift groaned, covering his ears when
Obi-Wan let out a moan.
“General?”
Cody tried.
“Mmmn?”
“You’re on the
bridge.” Cody offered.
It seemed to take
a few seconds to penetrate whatever kissing fog Fett had induced
before the Jedi finally jerked out of the mans lap and hit him in the
shoulder. “Jango!”
Damn Mando’a
just laughed, grinning up at the other with kiss swollen lips and a
satisfied expression on his face.