I know this is a bit greedy, but i read the sharing bed prompt post and i couldn't help myself. (you are wonderful) So, if you want to.. the 3rd, 4th, 6th AND 7th one. i'm especially fond of the falling asleep on the couch one, but i couldn't choose and your writing is amazing.. ❤️
*cracks knuckles* I got this. Though I think we’re going to have to split this into multiple posts for the sake of sanity!
The heater broke and I’m freezing get over here
“Well, it’s busted.” Baze let out a breath as he moved away from the busted heating coil, where instead of producing heat it sparked and sputtered. Baze had been working on it for the last two hours, his fingers were turning blue at the tips, and the heating coil was still broken.
Baze pushed himself off the floor and looked over where Chirrut was curled up in the corner, eyes closed and blankets wrapped around his shoulders. The picture of serenity. “We will have to get a new heating coil tomorrow,” Chirrut said simply without moving. “We’ll go as soon as the markets open.”
“We don’t have money to replace the heating coil,” Baze grumbled, going to their small kitchen and turning the water on so that it could run for the prerequisite thirty seconds.
He tried not to feel annoyed when Chirrut’s hand emerged from the layers of blankets, waving his hand dismissively. “We’ll find a way to afford it. Perhaps we can trade something for it.”
“We have nothing to trade,” Baze pointed out before he started boiling the water, huffing as he watched the water.
“There’s Chav in the bottom drawer,” Chirrut said simply.
Baze paused and he opened the bottom drawer, looking at the small box of Chav tea, swallowing when he heard Chirrut say, “There is not much, four cups worth maybe, but a woman gave it to me in exchange for her fortune.”
“You can’t tell fortunes,” Baze grumbled, pulling the box out and putting it on the counter as the water bubbled. He grabbed the cups and continued to prepare the tea.
“I knew that you would appreciate the tea, is that not a fortune?” Chirrut lifted his head and he smiled when Baze snorted, finishing their tea. “Now, would you mind coming over here and snuggling with me? It is rather cold and I don’t want to freeze to death tonight.”
Baze let out a huff, moving away from the counter and carried the tea to Chirrut, sitting down next to him. “And you call yourself a native Jedhan, not even able to take a little cold.”
“I can handle the cold,” Chirrut sniffed, opening his eyes so he could pretend to glare at Baze. “It does not mean that I want to.” Chirrut unfolded the blanket around him and he spread his arm out and up. Baze smiled and he tucked himself under the blanket, giving Chirrut one of the cups so he could wrap the blanket around him. “We’ll get a new heating coil tomorrow,” Chirrut said simply before sipping his tea.
“Mm,” Baze said, looking at Chirrut as Chirrut cuddled against Baze’s side, resting his head on Baze’s shoulder. “Tomorrow.”
Chirrut sipped his tea and relaxed against Baze’s side. “This is much better…”
“I’m glad,” Baze finished and sipped his own tea before leaning against the wall, and closing his eyes, relaxing in the shared warmth beneath the blanket.