For Cal

[hisfathersimage]

It was two months after Endor.

A perfectly normal (for him) night's sleep was interrupted. It was like a mental hiccup, or a system reboot. He wasn't aware of anything and then-

The bond snapped into place before he gained awareness. It was old and young and familiar, a previously cautious candlelight that felt closer to a hearthfire now, tempered and warming and clear. The memories rushed back as he woke, sitting up with a choked gasp and a flare of Force awareness and anxiety bright enough that he felt Leia awaken on the otherside of the system with it.

He couldn't explain to her. To anyone. All he could do was throw on clothes as he went, grabbing the bare necessities and choking out something about 'Jedi business, another Jedi, I can feel him' before he was loading up R2 and the X-Wing.

Outer Rim.

He went to Botajef. Intersection of major hyperspace lanes. Near Dathomir, near Yavin, it felt significant and right.

And once he was there, he set himself outside of the main city and he reached out, along the bond and just in general, because he knows the bond is good, but at the same time, he isn't confident about it.

Cal Kestis. I'm here. I know you.

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[hisfathersimage]

Luke chuckles at the bump.

And no, they don't have to move yet, but Cal's moving away, which draws a low moan of slight discomfort and maybe just a touch of whining because he can. But Cal's doesn't actually move far, settles again and Luke drops his left hand to brush Cal's hair and touch his face, relaxing into the bed again.

[bunchofscrewups]

When Luke's fingers brush his hair, his eyes flicker shut, and his lips settle into a contented smile. This is a very dangerous position to be in if they want to shower - because they need to shower - because it's far too comfortable.

"Could fall asleep," he murmurs with amusement.

Thanks for the notif, DW!!!

[hisfathersimage]

"Shower will be there when you're awake," Luke says softly. He's comfortable, he can live with not showering yet. If Cal wants a nap, Luke's down for a nap. There's no pressure on them right now. No one needs saving, nothing needs exploding, they can just take a bit for themselves.

Rude, DW

[bunchofscrewups]

"Mmm. True."

Nap it is. He can't remember the last time he felt this comfortable and safe, for all that there's still a limit to how safe the galaxy is for a Jedi. But he takes these moments where he can get them.

Yup, I'm not getting notifs...

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Luke hums softly, fingers still stroking along Cal's back. It takes another moment or two before he reaches out and pulls a spare blanket from the cupboard, draping it over them for when they start to cool down again.

shakes DW until notifs fall out

[bunchofscrewups]

Feeling that blanket settle over them, he hums happily, nuzzling Luke's chest for a moment before he settles again. It won't take more than a few minutes for him to fall asleep, possibly deeper than he has in weeks.

Got them working again!!

[hisfathersimage]

Luke isn't quite ready to sleep. He hasn't been travelling desperately for the last few days, so instead he's going to lie here and soak in the feeling of being here, with Cal. Feeling that bond settling in his chest, where he can still feel Leia's presence, where the lingering remnants of his connection to Ben still remain.

He slips into something between meditation and napping, hand resting protectively on the back of Cal's neck while he sleeps.

Yay I did it!

[bunchofscrewups]

Most of the sleep Cal gets is sporadic and brief, squeezed in between missions or trips. It's also often fitful, riddled with dreams or nightmares. This time, although he drifts out of sleep once or twice to change position until he's got his face buried against Luke's neck instead, is at least quiet.

Even so, by the time he wakes properly a few hours later, it still doesn't feel like it's been enough.

He heaves a sigh, nuzzling his nose beneath Luke's jaw, squeezing his arms around him like he could possibly get any closer. In a way, he feels like those eighteen years haven't passed. Like he's the same person he was then.

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By then, Luke has gone to sleep for real, head tipped aside to let Cal nuzzle in against his neck and hand still cupping the back of his head.

Cal's return to consciousness brushes against him and he finds himself smiling, squeezing Cal gently. "Hey," he murmurs, voice slightly croaky.

[bunchofscrewups]

"Mm. Hey."

No doubt he could easily sleep more, but at this point he probably shouldn't, not least because he wants that shower. So although he doesn't move, he makes himself open his eyes, only to immediately close them again when he yawns.

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Luke chuckles at the yawn and squeezes Cal again. "I know, but it's probably time we actually got that shower we were talking about." He drums his hands lightly on Cal and wriggles from side to side. "Much as I love having you right here."

[bunchofscrewups]

"Exactly what I was thinking," he says, voice thick with sleep, even as he nuzzles Luke some more. "But moving is so hard."

His limbs feel like rocks.

[hisfathersimage]

"Mm." Humming, Luke wriggles and then pushes, rolling them over to put Cal on his back, sitting astride him. "Too hard?" He shifts his weight suggestively, looking pleased with himself for his dumb pun.

[bunchofscrewups]

He doesn't expect to be flipped over and for a moment he's purely confused. Luke's weight settling on him helps him register what's actually happening, and finally the pun makes him sputter and laugh.

"Shut up!"

The shove he gives Luke's stomach is halfhearted, but still firm enough that Luke might fall over if he doesn't focus.

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Luke laughs and holds onto Cal's body with his knees, keeping his balance easily as Cal pushes him. "You love it!" He shifts his weight forward, hands on Cal's chest. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder."

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With a huff and a smile, he puts his hands over Luke's.

"You've got me there."

Because this is, of course, one of the many things he's missed. Messing around, playing, telling bad jokes.

"All right, you've forced me to move. Get off me so we can shower."

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There's a momentary thought to refuse, to make Cal manhandle him to get up but he quashes it just as fast. They need a shower. Need.

He flops off to the side for a long stretch, shamelessly naked and uncovered and relaxing with a sigh. "Okay, yeah, wash time. We smell worse than wet Wookie."

[bunchofscrewups]

First, he's distracted by the stretch, his gaze involuntary travelling from top to toe to take in the view. Then, he's distracted by the words that prompt the memory of freeing wookies from the Imperial factory on Kashyyyk, the rather terrifying hug he got from one of them. Those wookies smelled bad, but it was obviously not their fault. And he's not about to make a joke about that, so he doesn't say anything.

Instead, he kisses Luke's cheek, and finally gets out of bed.

[hisfathersimage]

There's flickers of emotions from Cal, some good, some less so, but Cal's letting them go so Luke does the same. He gives a huff as he pushes himself upright and shuffles down to the foot of the bed to get up. Standing involves another stretch and cracking his spine out before heading for the fresher.

[bunchofscrewups]

Cal more or less mirrors that, stretching with a satisfied sound, then following on Luke's heel. The mention of wookies makes him think more about Kashyyyk, and reminds him of a conversation they had once, all that time ago.

"I wonder if my Shyyyo bird friend is still alive. I haven't been back to Kashyyyk in a long time."

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Luke futzes about the shower settings for a moment, then reaches to try and grab Cal and pull him close. "I could ask Chewie to ask about, if you want? Or we could make the trip out there at some point."

[bunchofscrewups]

And he goes along with the pull, of course, sliding his arm around Luke's waist.

"You can ask him, and we can make the trip out there. I'm sure they could use all the help they can get, considering how much the Empire targeted them, and probably still does."

Because, as much as he might like it to be, he doubts it would be any kind of relaxing, fun vacation.

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Luke steps under the water and guides Cal under with him, rinsing them both down before stepping around in the stall. "We could. And I know Han and Lando would rustle up some troops if it was for Kashyyyk."

The liquid soap comes to his hand and he pools some out. "Turn."

[bunchofscrewups]

The heat of the water rushing over his skin is heavenly, and he closes his eyes with a content sigh. Yeah, they're definitely staying here for a good long while. It's been far too long since he had a shower like this.


When Luke mentions Han, it conjures a few more vague memories. They never really talked much in Duplicity, but knowing he mattered to Luke, he'd made some effort to know what he looked like.

He can't quite remember now. He just knows they at least had a brief conversation about something or other.

He turns as asked, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

"Something to think about."

But not now, more than they already have. Today is purely for enjoying each other's company, as much as they can.

[hisfathersimage]

The Han in Duplicity was one that Luke could barely see his friend in. He was young and obsessed with someone Luke could barely stand and it had been so awkward, even if he loved the man that one would become.

Luke lathers up the soap a little before starting to run his hands over Cal's back. It's to wash, and to learn, and enjoy all at once. "You've got new scars. I wish I'd been there for them." He traces an old, but unfamiliar one.