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Title: Kisses the Way A Flower Opens
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Boil/Waxer
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Boil and Waxer's first kiss.
A/N: Title from the Mary Oliver poem "I Know Someone". Written for the prompt First Kiss for Boil/Waxer month.
Kisses the Way a Flower Opens:
Boil places the last dish on the dining room table and checks the time. He smiles to himself. He finds cooking relaxing. The Jedi have put together life skills videos for the clones, taking care to highlight mental health and things they will need to know once the war is over. He prefers the cooking holos Master Swan and Kenobi make. They bring in other Jedi who are free and make dishes that are palatable and safe for humans from their different homeworlds. Boil thinks it’s funny when Knight Skywalker attempts to join them, cooking isn’t one of his skills. Waxer prefers Master Ti’s mediation holos.
Boil gives the meals he’s cooked a once over and nods to himself before padding out towards the back patio where Waxer and Numa are playing. He opens the door in time to see Numa giggling as she places a flower crown on Waxer’s head. Waxer is smiling at her, even as he pets Numa’s new tooka kitten, that is curling around Numa’s tooka stuffie. The tooka purrs. The setting sun plays golden light across Waxer’s skin. Boil stills and manages not to lick his lips.
“Nilim will be home from work soon,” Boil says.
“Dinner smells fantastic,” Waxer grins.
Boil nods. He’s not blushing from the praise, he’s not.
The front door clicks open and Numa races off to greet her uncle. Both of them watch her go with a fond smile. They’ve grown closer with several holo calls with Numa and Nilim. They’re starting to spend all their free time together and it makes sense to spend their leave here. Waxer tilts his head back and smiles at him.
“You’re blushing,” Waxer points out, but it’s not teasing, there’s something in his tone that almost sounds awed.
Boil starts to protest, but finds his words have dried up as their eyes meet. He can’t help it, he leans down and presses a careful, almost hesitant, kiss to Waxer’s forehead, just under the flower crown.
“My lips are lower.”
“So impatient,” Boil chides.
Waxer smirks. Boils takes a moment to decide if he should just lean forward and capture Waxer’s lips with Waxer looking back at him. Would it be weird to have their first kiss be a bit upside down? Maybe he should set himself in Waxer’s lap and then kiss him? No, if he does that then they’ll be kissing till the food get cold. Boil smirks. Waxer pokes him. Boil attempts a faux put upon sigh. Waxer laughs. Boil shifts so he can capture Waxer’s lips. Waxer kisses him back with a happy hum and Boil feels that last bit of uncertainty settle. He relaxes into kissing Waxer.
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Boil/Waxer
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Boil and Waxer's first kiss.
A/N: Title from the Mary Oliver poem "I Know Someone". Written for the prompt First Kiss for Boil/Waxer month.
Kisses the Way a Flower Opens:
Boil places the last dish on the dining room table and checks the time. He smiles to himself. He finds cooking relaxing. The Jedi have put together life skills videos for the clones, taking care to highlight mental health and things they will need to know once the war is over. He prefers the cooking holos Master Swan and Kenobi make. They bring in other Jedi who are free and make dishes that are palatable and safe for humans from their different homeworlds. Boil thinks it’s funny when Knight Skywalker attempts to join them, cooking isn’t one of his skills. Waxer prefers Master Ti’s mediation holos.
Boil gives the meals he’s cooked a once over and nods to himself before padding out towards the back patio where Waxer and Numa are playing. He opens the door in time to see Numa giggling as she places a flower crown on Waxer’s head. Waxer is smiling at her, even as he pets Numa’s new tooka kitten, that is curling around Numa’s tooka stuffie. The tooka purrs. The setting sun plays golden light across Waxer’s skin. Boil stills and manages not to lick his lips.
“Nilim will be home from work soon,” Boil says.
“Dinner smells fantastic,” Waxer grins.
Boil nods. He’s not blushing from the praise, he’s not.
The front door clicks open and Numa races off to greet her uncle. Both of them watch her go with a fond smile. They’ve grown closer with several holo calls with Numa and Nilim. They’re starting to spend all their free time together and it makes sense to spend their leave here. Waxer tilts his head back and smiles at him.
“You’re blushing,” Waxer points out, but it’s not teasing, there’s something in his tone that almost sounds awed.
Boil starts to protest, but finds his words have dried up as their eyes meet. He can’t help it, he leans down and presses a careful, almost hesitant, kiss to Waxer’s forehead, just under the flower crown.
“My lips are lower.”
“So impatient,” Boil chides.
Waxer smirks. Boils takes a moment to decide if he should just lean forward and capture Waxer’s lips with Waxer looking back at him. Would it be weird to have their first kiss be a bit upside down? Maybe he should set himself in Waxer’s lap and then kiss him? No, if he does that then they’ll be kissing till the food get cold. Boil smirks. Waxer pokes him. Boil attempts a faux put upon sigh. Waxer laughs. Boil shifts so he can capture Waxer’s lips. Waxer kisses him back with a happy hum and Boil feels that last bit of uncertainty settle. He relaxes into kissing Waxer.