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In TheForcegives, could we see again Obi-Wan and his two mates? Like a nice morning, sleepy sex and tea and then taking care of the pups together ? They deserve nice things!

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Tracing two fingers along Obi-Wan’s
spine as the omega panted into Rex chest, Cody smiled tenderly as he
shivered. “That was nice.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to a red
mark on the redhead’s shoulder blade that the commander knew would
turn into a love bruise.

His own back ached pleasantly in long
stripes as a testament to Obi-Wan running his nails along it as he
had been pleasured by both his alphas to the best of their early
morning ability.

He got a breathy laugh in response as
Obi-Wan slowly lifted his head from Rex chest to give him a hazy
smile of lingering pleasure. “You two mounting me is always nice.”
He mumbled out in a raspy tone, sighing in pleasure as Rex pressed a
tender kiss of his own to Obi-Wan’s throat.

The years had been kind to them as it
had been to the rest of the Jedi who were mated to their clones.

The temple was more alive than ever
with little feet running everywhere and with the additional support
of the troopers who would never allow a Jedi to leave without an
escort, they restored peace with more ease.

Not because of the military presence
but because they were more protected than ever.

The Nulls had turned into omegas,
omegas adored by their mates who held them and loved them with all
they had.

Packs formed with Jedi sometimes
sharing one clone or being shared but all were engaged with the
temple regardless if they were mates.

All helped raise the little ones who
now filled the creche.

Force they even had to convert several
rooms into more space for the creche as Jedi popping out twins and
more were common.

Obi-Wan second litter however was only
one with the first one being twins, a boy and a girl with dark hair
and lovely green eyes.

The second… was a little girl with
brilliant copper hair and amber eyes, covered in freckles and adored
by all three of her parents just like the twins before.

And speaking of said little one…

Cody chuckled as the baby monitor
picked up on whimpering, pressing another kiss to Obi-Wan’s back
before sliding out of their bed to pull on clothes and go check on
her. When Obi-Wan shifted to get up, Rex held onto him and shook his
head.

“Oh no cyare, you’re staying here.
If little Mira is hungry, there is milk in the fridge for Cody to
warm. You have no where to go today and nothing to do except give
yourself a break our soft love.” He rumbled deeply.

Leaning down and pressing a swift kiss
to Obi-Wan’s lips while pressing his fingers to the mating scar of
Obi-Wan’s neck, Cody hummed with agreement. “As our riduur says,
relax Obi-Wan. I can take care of our ad’ika.” He murmured
warmly.

Giving that same hazy look as before,
Obi-Wan gave a little hum and then dropped his head back down on Rex
chest, giving a little sigh. “Fine. But I’m getting up in an hour
to shower and eat. Cleaning me off with wet wipes is fine so things
won’t go dry and stick but I want a proper cleaning.” He nuzzled
his cheek against Rex chest.

“Fair enough love.” Cody grinned,
exchanging a loving look with Rex as the other trooper nuzzled at
their sweet scented omega. Then he headed to the baby room before
Mira decided they weren’t moving quick enough, sithspit knew that
kid had lungs!

‘Just like Rex.’ Cody thought in
amusement to himself as he slipped in to pick up his little girl,
crooning.

That art of Obi-wan in Leia’s slave outfit is hot. Could we see Obi-wan undercover as a slave and Rex also undercover as Obi-wan’s owner or having to come to his rescue? Rex/Obi-wan please!

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“He has quite the mouth on him, if he
was mine I’d have him begging for mercy by now.” The slaver
growled and Obi-Wan pushed slightly back into Rex leg while averting
his eyes to the ground, feeling his stomach squirm unpleasantly.

A hand gripped his hair, pulling his
head back a bit with enough force to provoke a tiny whimper from him
by the tight grip.

“He’s a pleasure slave, whatever
punishment I deem fitting for him can come later.” Rex growled out
in return, his hand holding onto Obi-Wan’s hair. “If its all the
same to you, I prefer him unscarred for his job.” He snapped before
letting go.

Obi-Wan let his head drop instantly
while inwardly cursing the Council for putting him in this situation.

Of course the information they had
gotten was valuable but it was humiliating walking around in only a
sheer red loin clothes with golden decorations.

‘At least Anakin’s not here to see
me like this. Or see me be treated like this either.’ Obi-Wan mused
as Rex pressed his head to the troopers knee, Obi-Wan going willingly
as the man played with his copper hair.

A quick shave had prevented anyone from
recognizing him as General Kenobi, Jedi but Force was it awkward to
have his face bare after so many years with it.

‘And I have Rex. I get to spend time
sleeping in the same bed as him.’ He thought, nuzzling the knee
lightly.

“Well well, at least he’s docile
for you.” The slaver griped.

Rex hand tensed on Obi-Wan’s hair
again. “He is mine. As I told you. I’m not selling him regardless
what price you offer me. I know his value.” The man snapped in
return.

The slaver snorted but Obi-Wan could
feel the gaze on him, the man obviously taking in lean muscles and
copper hair while ignoring pale scars on Obi-Wan’s body.

Force it was odd to be considered a
valuable commodity of all things.

Just something to be sold.

A shiver went through his frame at the
idea of being sold away as a bed slave and he made a firm note in the
back of his mind to talk to Anakin if anything of that nature had
happened to him. From what he knew, Anakin had only been owned by
Gardulla and Watto but what if…

Force he almost couldn’t stomach the
thought, Anakin was nine when he was found.

He yipped a bit in surprise as he was
suddenly pushed away from Rex knee, the man standing and Obi-Wan
looking up in surprise.

“I’m retiring for the night, I have
more entertaining things to do then drinking with you.” Rex
sneered, lip curling. Force, the holo projector giving him slightly
different features were really weird but so far no one had identified
him as a clone. “With me pet.” He snapped and Obi-Wan scrambled
to his feet, bare feet padding over the cold floor as he followed
submissively behind the captain.

The moment the door slid closed behind
them and the lock engaged, Rex dropped all pretenses and turned to
wrap Obi-Wan in a hug, hand running apologetic over his hair. “I am
so sorry.” He whispered.

“Its fine, we must play our roles.”
Obi-Wan whispered, tucking closer into the other man.

They had disengaged and broken the
surveillance bugs in the suite they had rented on the first day and
felt safe enough be themselves behind the locked door.

“Still, I know you have a tender
scalp, me pulling on it won’t make it any better.” He leaned in
and nuzzled his stubbly cheek against the smooth one of his Jedi.
“…Okay that will not stop being weird.” Rex chuckled.

Obi-Wan hummed then caught Rex by the
collar of his shirt to give him a soft kiss. “Well, they’re
expecting some noises since we retired early.” He grinned, cocking
his head.

“We don’t have t-”

“Shut
up Rex and warm me up, this outfit does not provide me with much
warmth and the only good part about this mission has been the time
I’ve gotten to spend with you.” Obi-Wan whispered, hand going to
the others belt to turn of the projector, getting the amber eyes of
his lover back.

Rex softened and smiled, drawing
Obi-Wan back towards the bed by his hands until his knees hit it. He
sat down and drew the other into his lap, finally letting go to
loosen the fastenings of the loin cloth. “Well then…I’ll make
sure they hear you.” His eyes flared with heat and Obi-Wan felt his
pulse quicken as he leaned in, arms wrapping around the others
shoulders.

“Make me scream Rex.” He whispered
huskily, feeling warm hands run along his thighs.

“As my Jedi wishes.”

That art of Obi-wan in Leia’s slave outfit is hot. Could we see Obi-wan undercover as a slave and Rex also undercover as Obi-wan’s owner or having to come to his rescue? Rex/Obi-wan please!

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“He has quite the mouth on him, if he
was mine I’d have him begging for mercy by now.” The slaver
growled and Obi-Wan pushed slightly back into Rex leg while averting
his eyes to the ground, feeling his stomach squirm unpleasantly.

A hand gripped his hair, pulling his
head back a bit with enough force to provoke a tiny whimper from him
by the tight grip.

“He’s a pleasure slave, whatever
punishment I deem fitting for him can come later.” Rex growled out
in return, his hand holding onto Obi-Wan’s hair. “If its all the
same to you, I prefer him unscarred for his job.” He snapped before
letting go.

Obi-Wan let his head drop instantly
while inwardly cursing the Council for putting him in this situation.

Of course the information they had
gotten was valuable but it was humiliating walking around in only a
sheer red loin clothes with golden decorations.

‘At least Anakin’s not here to see
me like this. Or see me be treated like this either.’ Obi-Wan mused
as Rex pressed his head to the troopers knee, Obi-Wan going willingly
as the man played with his copper hair.

A quick shave had prevented anyone from
recognizing him as General Kenobi, Jedi but Force was it awkward to
have his face bare after so many years with it.

‘And I have Rex. I get to spend time
sleeping in the same bed as him.’ He thought, nuzzling the knee
lightly.

“Well well, at least he’s docile
for you.” The slaver griped.

Rex hand tensed on Obi-Wan’s hair
again. “He is mine. As I told you. I’m not selling him regardless
what price you offer me. I know his value.” The man snapped in
return.

The slaver snorted but Obi-Wan could
feel the gaze on him, the man obviously taking in lean muscles and
copper hair while ignoring pale scars on Obi-Wan’s body.

Force it was odd to be considered a
valuable commodity of all things.

Just something to be sold.

A shiver went through his frame at the
idea of being sold away as a bed slave and he made a firm note in the
back of his mind to talk to Anakin if anything of that nature had
happened to him. From what he knew, Anakin had only been owned by
Gardulla and Watto but what if…

Force he almost couldn’t stomach the
thought, Anakin was nine when he was found.

He yipped a bit in surprise as he was
suddenly pushed away from Rex knee, the man standing and Obi-Wan
looking up in surprise.

“I’m retiring for the night, I have
more entertaining things to do then drinking with you.” Rex
sneered, lip curling. Force, the holo projector giving him slightly
different features were really weird but so far no one had identified
him as a clone. “With me pet.” He snapped and Obi-Wan scrambled
to his feet, bare feet padding over the cold floor as he followed
submissively behind the captain.

The moment the door slid closed behind
them and the lock engaged, Rex dropped all pretenses and turned to
wrap Obi-Wan in a hug, hand running apologetic over his hair. “I am
so sorry.” He whispered.

“Its fine, we must play our roles.”
Obi-Wan whispered, tucking closer into the other man.

They had disengaged and broken the
surveillance bugs in the suite they had rented on the first day and
felt safe enough be themselves behind the locked door.

“Still, I know you have a tender
scalp, me pulling on it won’t make it any better.” He leaned in
and nuzzled his stubbly cheek against the smooth one of his Jedi.
“…Okay that will not stop being weird.” Rex chuckled.

Obi-Wan hummed then caught Rex by the
collar of his shirt to give him a soft kiss. “Well, they’re
expecting some noises since we retired early.” He grinned, cocking
his head.

“We don’t have t-”

“Shut
up Rex and warm me up, this outfit does not provide me with much
warmth and the only good part about this mission has been the time
I’ve gotten to spend with you.” Obi-Wan whispered, hand going to
the others belt to turn of the projector, getting the amber eyes of
his lover back.

Rex softened and smiled, drawing
Obi-Wan back towards the bed by his hands until his knees hit it. He
sat down and drew the other into his lap, finally letting go to
loosen the fastenings of the loin cloth. “Well then…I’ll make
sure they hear you.” His eyes flared with heat and Obi-Wan felt his
pulse quicken as he leaned in, arms wrapping around the others
shoulders.

“Make me scream Rex.” He whispered
huskily, feeling warm hands run along his thighs.

“As my Jedi wishes.”

Word gets around that Rex has feelings for a certain General, but he gets confronted by all sorts of Jedi, his brothers, and his own general and commander about what would happened to him if he ever hurt Obi-Wan

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Now, Rex expected to be confronted by his vode, he expected General
Skywalker and he expected Commander Tano.

What he did not expect was for the first one to confront him with
their arm crossed over their chest was General Windu of all people as
he stared Rex down with those deep dark eyes, tightly pinched lips
and a vein throbbing in his forehead.

“One warning Captain.” He gritted out, eyes narrowed. “Hurt him
and they will never find your body. Not even a hair strand. Are we
clear?” The Jedi glared at him.

Nervously, Rex saluted him. “Yes sir, of course sir… I wouldn’t
dream of hurting him.” He added the latter part quietly, more
earnestly.

Those dark eyes flickered over his face before Windu suddenly
relaxed, giving a nod and then patting Rex on the shoulder, obviously
having read something in Rex that testified to his sincerity.

Breathing out heavily when the Jedi was far enough away, Rex pulled
his helmet on. ‘Sweet stars, that was almost not worth it… oh who
am I kidding, anything is worth it when its about Obi-Wan.’ He
smiled to himself, glad the helmet hid his face as he headed through
base.

Though honestly after having the master of the order threatening him…
well Cody didn’t scare him one bit.

He watched his vode as the other slowly cleaned his blasters at the
mess, resting his head on his hand. “…Cody?”

“Yes Vod?” The other drawled, pretending the rest of their vode
weren’t listening in as he continued polishing.

“I had General Windu threatening my very existence about two and a
half week ago when we were paired up with him and his trope. You
threatening to shot me in the groin isn’t all that scary after
that.” Rex shrugged when the other looked at him with wide eyes.
“Ob- that is General Kenobi is very popular and well liked, which
is good considering how he seems to be low level trying to get
himself killed every time we step onto a battlefield.” He settled
his other elbow on the table, head now supported by both hands.

The commander blinked slowly, staring at him.

Rex shrugged. “And then there was Commander Tano who told me how a
lightsaber could be used to castrate someone… slowly… while still
aware.” He grinned a bit at his vod even as a few of the
eavesdropper winched and tried to discreetly covering their groin.

Cody settled his half finished blaster down, now looking wary. “And
General Skywalker?”

Not even pretending they weren’t listening, several brothers from
the 501st and 212th had turned to to stare at
him which caused Rex to snort at them. “Hasn’t gotten to me yes.
I think he’s trying to figure out how to threaten me without
compromising chain of command but I know its coming.” He grinned
before the grin faded. “But all of this hinges on people actually
thinking I’m going to approach General Kenobi. Which I won’t,
because honestly, he’s way above my level.” He shook his head,
sighing a bit.

The other struggled at that.

On one hand he wanted to encourage his vod because honestly everyone
deserved a chance.

On the other hand, this was his karking General!

Finally he sighed. “Look, Rex… I know that we might be clones but
Jedi don’t look at us that way. They look at us and see people and…
honestly? I don’t think General Kenobi is above your level. He’s
just…” Cody frowned a bit before shrugging. “Well protected and
if you did approach him, he’d be the one to give the final say. And
honestly? In the end that’s the important thing, what he says and
what you say.” Cody and Rex stared at each other.

The blond finally gave a wry grin. “Is that your version of a
blessing?”

Snorting, Cody picked up his guns. “Kind of. Considering the level
of threat you have against you, you have to treat him well, I’m pretty sure you will anyway.”
He smirked even as Rex barked out a laugh and several vode quickly
hiding their sniggers into their foods or drinks and in Killer’s
case, having a massive coughing fit from inhaling his food.

“Honestly? Out of everyone threatening me? I’m most scared of
Ahsoka. She’s a fireball.” Rex confessed with a wide grin.

Word gets around that Rex has feelings for a certain General, but he gets confronted by all sorts of Jedi, his brothers, and his own general and commander about what would happened to him if he ever hurt Obi-Wan

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Now, Rex expected to be confronted by his vode, he expected General
Skywalker and he expected Commander Tano.

What he did not expect was for the first one to confront him with
their arm crossed over their chest was General Windu of all people as
he stared Rex down with those deep dark eyes, tightly pinched lips
and a vein throbbing in his forehead.

“One warning Captain.” He gritted out, eyes narrowed. “Hurt him
and they will never find your body. Not even a hair strand. Are we
clear?” The Jedi glared at him.

Nervously, Rex saluted him. “Yes sir, of course sir… I wouldn’t
dream of hurting him.” He added the latter part quietly, more
earnestly.

Those dark eyes flickered over his face before Windu suddenly
relaxed, giving a nod and then patting Rex on the shoulder, obviously
having read something in Rex that testified to his sincerity.

Breathing out heavily when the Jedi was far enough away, Rex pulled
his helmet on. ‘Sweet stars, that was almost not worth it… oh who
am I kidding, anything is worth it when its about Obi-Wan.’ He
smiled to himself, glad the helmet hid his face as he headed through
base.

Though honestly after having the master of the order threatening him…
well Cody didn’t scare him one bit.

He watched his vode as the other slowly cleaned his blasters at the
mess, resting his head on his hand. “…Cody?”

“Yes Vod?” The other drawled, pretending the rest of their vode
weren’t listening in as he continued polishing.

“I had General Windu threatening my very existence about two and a
half week ago when we were paired up with him and his trope. You
threatening to shot me in the groin isn’t all that scary after
that.” Rex shrugged when the other looked at him with wide eyes.
“Ob- that is General Kenobi is very popular and well liked, which
is good considering how he seems to be low level trying to get
himself killed every time we step onto a battlefield.” He settled
his other elbow on the table, head now supported by both hands.

The commander blinked slowly, staring at him.

Rex shrugged. “And then there was Commander Tano who told me how a
lightsaber could be used to castrate someone… slowly… while still
aware.” He grinned a bit at his vod even as a few of the
eavesdropper winched and tried to discreetly covering their groin.

Cody settled his half finished blaster down, now looking wary. “And
General Skywalker?”

Not even pretending they weren’t listening, several brothers from
the 501st and 212th had turned to to stare at
him which caused Rex to snort at them. “Hasn’t gotten to me yes.
I think he’s trying to figure out how to threaten me without
compromising chain of command but I know its coming.” He grinned
before the grin faded. “But all of this hinges on people actually
thinking I’m going to approach General Kenobi. Which I won’t,
because honestly, he’s way above my level.” He shook his head,
sighing a bit.

The other struggled at that.

On one hand he wanted to encourage his vod because honestly everyone
deserved a chance.

On the other hand, this was his karking General!

Finally he sighed. “Look, Rex… I know that we might be clones but
Jedi don’t look at us that way. They look at us and see people and…
honestly? I don’t think General Kenobi is above your level. He’s
just…” Cody frowned a bit before shrugging. “Well protected and
if you did approach him, he’d be the one to give the final say. And
honestly? In the end that’s the important thing, what he says and
what you say.” Cody and Rex stared at each other.

The blond finally gave a wry grin. “Is that your version of a
blessing?”

Snorting, Cody picked up his guns. “Kind of. Considering the level
of threat you have against you, you have to treat him well, I’m pretty sure you will anyway.”
He smirked even as Rex barked out a laugh and several vode quickly
hiding their sniggers into their foods or drinks and in Killer’s
case, having a massive coughing fit from inhaling his food.

“Honestly? Out of everyone threatening me? I’m most scared of
Ahsoka. She’s a fireball.” Rex confessed with a wide grin.

Could you write us a Rex/Obi, sharing a bed for warmth trope, pretty pretty please?

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“…I think I’m
so cold I’ve gone numb.” Obi-Wan whispered into the captain’s
chest, shuddering slightly.

“Yeah you feel
like an icicle. That’s what happens when you get trapped in an
avalanche I guess.” Rex grunted slightly before rubbing the others
back steadily.

“Good thing I’m
trapped against you now in a sleeping bag huh?” Obi-Wan gave a tiny
laugh before shuddering more.

Rex gave an
annoyed noise then shifted them around a bit until Obi-Wan was mostly
trapped beneath his bulk.

Clones ran hotter
then other humanoids, tweaks the Kaminos had done to their genes
along with requiring less sleep and less rest. They had a normal
calorie and water consumption but the rest… well they were well
equipped to handle most climates.

Rex was thankful
for that at the moment as Obi-Wan, for all his Jedi skills, was
defiantly not cold proof, especially after having spent at least an
hour buried in snow.

Rex forced a leg
between the others thighs and tangled them in so tightly they could
defiantly be mistaken for lovers had anyone found them like this.
Which was unlikely Rex knew since they were in the middle of a frozen
wasteland with only their makeshift den as their safety, dug out from
snow with Obi-Wan’s lightsaber.

“I’d usually
tell someone to buy me dinner before getting in this position.”
Obi-Wan murmured.

“I’ll buy you
dinner once back on Coruscant sir.” Rex snorted and then smiled
when the other gave a tired laugh.

“I’d settle
for a warm cup of tea right now honestly.”

“Warmth sounds
good.”

They settled into
a quiet sort of existence as Rex body warmed up Obi-Wan’s to cold
one along with the sleeping bag that rested on a simple rolled out
mat to provide some leverage up from the snow beneath them.

It was one of the
few meager things Rex had managed to salvage after the avalanche.

He was grateful
now though, it was enough to keep them warm, the glow rod were enough
for light and there were a few ration bars even.

‘Still wish I’d
found those emergency flares.’ He thought as he lifted his head
enough to check on Obi-Wan, the green glow rods sending shadows over
his face that made him look sickly in the light. But he also looked
like he had more color in his cheeks.

Rex pressed his
lips to Obi-Wan’s forehead, it was easier then freeing his hands to
check the temperature and if he was honest, tempting to not touch.

“You’re
warmer.” He sighed in relief against the skin, his breath fanning
out over the green tinged skin.

“Mmmn,
good…will you let me sleep now Rex?” He mumbled.

“Yes, sleep.
Sleep is good, I’ll keep watch over you.” Rex shifted them only
minusculely then let Obi-Wan settle.

The den they made
grew quiet again and this time he thought Obi-Wan had fully fallen
asleep when he spoke up again.

“Rex, when we’re
back on Coruscant…ask me again?” He mumbled, voice thick with
drowsiness.

“Ask you what
sir?” The captain murmured back, shifting his head up enough to
watch the other.

“For dinner. To
go to dinner with you. I’d like that.” Obi-Wan eyes were mostly
closed but Rex could feel a sudden kick up in his heartbeat.

“…I’ll do
that si-…Obi-Wan. I’ll do that.” He whispered.

“Mmmn…good.”

Could you write us a Rex/Obi, sharing a bed for warmth trope, pretty pretty please?

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“…I think I’m
so cold I’ve gone numb.” Obi-Wan whispered into the captain’s
chest, shuddering slightly.

“Yeah you feel
like an icicle. That’s what happens when you get trapped in an
avalanche I guess.” Rex grunted slightly before rubbing the others
back steadily.

“Good thing I’m
trapped against you now in a sleeping bag huh?” Obi-Wan gave a tiny
laugh before shuddering more.

Rex gave an
annoyed noise then shifted them around a bit until Obi-Wan was mostly
trapped beneath his bulk.

Clones ran hotter
then other humanoids, tweaks the Kaminos had done to their genes
along with requiring less sleep and less rest. They had a normal
calorie and water consumption but the rest… well they were well
equipped to handle most climates.

Rex was thankful
for that at the moment as Obi-Wan, for all his Jedi skills, was
defiantly not cold proof, especially after having spent at least an
hour buried in snow.

Rex forced a leg
between the others thighs and tangled them in so tightly they could
defiantly be mistaken for lovers had anyone found them like this.
Which was unlikely Rex knew since they were in the middle of a frozen
wasteland with only their makeshift den as their safety, dug out from
snow with Obi-Wan’s lightsaber.

“I’d usually
tell someone to buy me dinner before getting in this position.”
Obi-Wan murmured.

“I’ll buy you
dinner once back on Coruscant sir.” Rex snorted and then smiled
when the other gave a tired laugh.

“I’d settle
for a warm cup of tea right now honestly.”

“Warmth sounds
good.”

They settled into
a quiet sort of existence as Rex body warmed up Obi-Wan’s to cold
one along with the sleeping bag that rested on a simple rolled out
mat to provide some leverage up from the snow beneath them.

It was one of the
few meager things Rex had managed to salvage after the avalanche.

He was grateful
now though, it was enough to keep them warm, the glow rod were enough
for light and there were a few ration bars even.

‘Still wish I’d
found those emergency flares.’ He thought as he lifted his head
enough to check on Obi-Wan, the green glow rods sending shadows over
his face that made him look sickly in the light. But he also looked
like he had more color in his cheeks.

Rex pressed his
lips to Obi-Wan’s forehead, it was easier then freeing his hands to
check the temperature and if he was honest, tempting to not touch.

“You’re
warmer.” He sighed in relief against the skin, his breath fanning
out over the green tinged skin.

“Mmmn,
good…will you let me sleep now Rex?” He mumbled.

“Yes, sleep.
Sleep is good, I’ll keep watch over you.” Rex shifted them only
minusculely then let Obi-Wan settle.

The den they made
grew quiet again and this time he thought Obi-Wan had fully fallen
asleep when he spoke up again.

“Rex, when we’re
back on Coruscant…ask me again?” He mumbled, voice thick with
drowsiness.

“Ask you what
sir?” The captain murmured back, shifting his head up enough to
watch the other.

“For dinner. To
go to dinner with you. I’d like that.” Obi-Wan eyes were mostly
closed but Rex could feel a sudden kick up in his heartbeat.

“…I’ll do
that si-…Obi-Wan. I’ll do that.” He whispered.

“Mmmn…good.”