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[Kate's not nearly as confident as she seems, not when it comes to sex. There are things she longs for, that she really wants to try, but it's scary to ask. It's scary to have someone look at her and realise she's not really sure what she's doing, because all the research in the world isn't the same as experience. And that's not something she has a whole lot of.]

[But Tommy's safe. Tommy's safe, and he's trustworthy, and he's honest to a fault when someone actually pays attention to what he's saying. It's why she feels like she can ask to try this with him, like even if he says no he's not going to be judging her for it or something.]

[(The great Kate Bishop, afraid of being judged. Isn't that something?)]

[It's after a meal of Too Much Pizza (that was clearly not too much for Tommy) that she decides to broach the topic. Her head on his shoulder while she spends ages stewing on it until eventually deciding to just go for it and get it over and done with. Rip the band-aid off, as it were.]

Hey. [She lifts her head to look at him.] Can I ask you something?

[ Sex is easy.

Well, no, it's not, but the atmosphere around sex is easy. It doesn't matter that he needs to go slower than he would like in order to not hurt the people he sleeps with. All that matters is that bumping uglies doesn't mean that you have to let emotions get involved. Not anymore, not in the 21st century. No one needs to talk about their feelings to get from point a to point b, and if they do they're not exactly someone Tommy really wants to fool around with, right?

It might be more complicated than that if he really thinks about it, but he makes a point not to. Sex is sex, sex is easy, even sex with his best female friend who he maybe had a crush on if he actually put words to feelings that he denied ever having.

You know what else is easy? Pizza. He's just picking at one of Kate's abandoned crusts when Kate speaks up. ]

Sure, what's up?

[There is no end to the affection Baze feels in his heart for Chirrut, for this dumb, foolish old monk who can't seem to keep his moth shut for longer than ten seconds at a time. Even, on occasion, when sleeping. As if Baze might be at risk of forgetting he was there for a little while if not for Chirrut snoring in his ear.]

[It's what keeps him on this dusty old rock-- because Jedha hasn't felt like home in a long time now, but Chirrut does. He smiles to himself as he presses a kiss to Chirrut's shoulder, oh-so-kindly helping him disrobe for bed, breathing in the dust and the sand and the salt that's settled on his skin over the course of the day. Familiar scents that are all at once warm and comfortable; he smells like Jedha, and so Jedha is where he belongs. As long as Chirrut desires.]

[Kneeling carefully behind Chirrut, slipping his hands in the folds of his robes, Baze lifts his head to press a kiss against his neck. The touch of his lips light, ghosting over a steady, strong pulse as he asks the same question as every other night.]

Tell any good fortunes today?

[ He has considered leaving Jedha, from time to time. The ghosts of the past haunt the city even after thirty years. Even after most who were alive then have either moved on or died from age, the endless dust, or the Empire's hand strangling their livelihood. They could go somewhere else, but there was nowhere else for them. They survived this long, and for what reason? The Force had not presented them with a reason yet, and so they would wait. There had to be a reason after all, and it would find them here on Jedha, with their ghosts. Here, at least, they have purpose.

Sometimes, when he's feeling particularly romantic, he thinks that Baze's purpose may be to love him entirely and keep him warm in the cold Jedha night. It's selfish and, of course not true. Baze is formidable, and whatever the Force had in mind for the two of them would very likely be their doing as equals, but it's a nice thought. It's also nice to remove his thick, heavy layers to feel Baze's dry, calloused hands against his skin. In better days they were softer, more well cared for, but always with that recognizable strength beneath gentle touch. Not treating him like something fragile (which they both know could not be further from the truth), but like something loved.

With only his under layers remaining, Chirrut's own hand chases Baze's to rest upon it, and he leans to allow his partner better access to his neck. ]

No better or worse than yesterday. A child tried to give me a rock in exchange, and I told her to always look under her feet for true treasure. How long until she realizes I was referring to Home, do you think?

[Baze breathes out a soft chuckle, pausing between kisses to shake his head at Chirrut's "fortune".]

That child is going to drive her parents to madness.

[He traces the shell of Chirrut's ear with the tip of his nose, presses a kiss to his temple. He thinks, sometimes, they should spend the rest of their lives like this. Throw the detritus of their lives away and live in a small home somewhere far away, just spend their days loving and being loved.]

She'll be spending weeks only looking at the ground for treasure.

[It's a nice fantasy, but the truth is they'd go crazy, and probably drive eachother insane too. There's nothing worldly he needs other than Chirrut — much as he loves his gun — but in a more philisophical sense, neither of them are men who idle well.]

[Baze likes that though, he thinks, sliding a hand under Chirrut's undershirt to press flat to his stomach and pull him a little closer to his chest. That their love is battle-worn and travel-weathered, precious and strong like the treasure from Chirrut's fortune.]

Mm, she may, and eventually if she looks hard enough she'll find it. I have faith.

[ Chirrut's confidence is, in tone, infallible. His words glisten with certainty that, no matter how long it takes, nor how much the girl terrorizes her parents, she will find the answer. He's as sure of this truth as he is that Baze will never leave him for too long, as sure as he is that the Force has something planned for them on Jedha.

Chirrut leans back with that same confidence; A man with no sight who has seen and felt more than enough to know exactly where Baze will always be, and what Baze always wants. It's a good thing, then, that in this case they want the same thing. His hand slides along Baze's under his clothes, pressing palm to the back of his partner's. He has the shape of Baze's body against the hard lines of his back memorized, but it never hurts to review. ]

Are you still dressed back there?

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