No longer being allowed to touch has wound Bodhi tighter with every passing hour. Not that he's been pining for this - hands skating under Cassian's shirt, thumbing over the dips of his ribs and the ridges of tensing muscle - specifically, but checking himself before brushing shoulders, handing off dishes, or hipchecking for space at the bathroom sink, he's had to be mindful of all of it.
It makes him want to disappear. He might, if he didn't have Jyn, and the kids. If he were trying to make sense of this alone, to hold it together without help or purpose...
"I've got you, I've got you," he murmurs between kisses, rucking Cassian's shirt up as far as he can without physically detaching to pull it over his head. His hands roam Cassian's sides, restless, doublechecking all the sure spots they've mapped over the years. "You're here, not going anywhere."
He's always had a bit of trouble with the brain-to-mouth filter in the heat of the moment.
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Date: 2019-04-27 07:58 am (UTC)It makes him want to disappear. He might, if he didn't have Jyn, and the kids. If he were trying to make sense of this alone, to hold it together without help or purpose...
"I've got you, I've got you," he murmurs between kisses, rucking Cassian's shirt up as far as he can without physically detaching to pull it over his head. His hands roam Cassian's sides, restless, doublechecking all the sure spots they've mapped over the years. "You're here, not going anywhere."
He's always had a bit of trouble with the brain-to-mouth filter in the heat of the moment.