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In as much as Eli often felt like he was still learning new things about Thrawn, so many things also felt the same. Even after Thrawn's promotion to Admiral, very little felt different.

He was settling in at his shift's end, getting ready to get comfortable when his boyfriend's message comes through. Eli frowns a little at the words, and then wonders why Thrawn would think he kept that tunic.

Except it still smells like Thrawn, of course. Even with the blaster hole through it, the fact that it's Thrawn's left him feeling warm while wearing it. A reminder that his lover was at his back the whole time, just waiting for the right moment to move.

In Sy Bisti, he sends his confirmation back, and then gathers the tunic from where he'd folded it on his bed. He'd thought, perhaps, with his body so weary, he'd just fall asleep cuddling it, or wearing it, perhaps. Being near Thrawn is much better, though.

Even if he's not sure what the tunic means in all of this.

Just in case there's anyone else in Thrawn's office, Eli doesn't use his own code to enter when he pings his arrival, and only does so at Thrawn's answer, stepping into his office. His smile is a little weary, but not much else.

"I read you wished to see me, sir?" he greets, primarily to fill the space with politeness. Just in case it is not a personal matter.

Thrawn smiles when Eli enters his office. To anyone who hasn't spent much time around Thrawn, it would be imperceptible, and they might believe their eyes were just playing tricks on them. But to those who can read Thrawn, the smile is most certainly there.

"You performed quite well during that last mission." Red eyes shift and he sees that Eli brought the tunic, as asked. Excellent.

Thrawn approached Eli slowly, but made no move to touch him yet. "Not surprising, because I know that I can count on you."

And that smile leaves a little flutter in his stomach, cheeks turning just a shade warmer. And then warmer still at the praise. His brow furrows a bit, and he gives a very slight shake of his head.

"To be fair, I don't feel like it was all that impressive of me. It got the job done, is all."

Especially since his foe happened to be Nightswan himself, and that he was recognized instantly. It would likely have gone much better if not for that. Not that such a situation is his fault, he knows.

But each step Thrawn takes, slowly closing the gap without touching, makes his skin prickle along his arms, hidden by his sleeves. He almost shivers, but manages to restrain it to a subtle twitch of his fingers and a slightly sharper than usual, silent exhale.

"...I know you do. Count on me, that is."

For what, in some regards, Eli isn't always sure. Other things, like the last mission, feel like such mixed bags. He was stubborn to make it work, and had to fake confidence through it. It could have gone so much worse.

Frankly, he does feel lucky to still be alive after that, let alone uninjured, what with being fired at (minus the awkward landing on his hand that doesn't hurt so much as feel a little sensitive.)

Thrawn stops when he's right in front of Eli, at arms length. Glowing red eyes travel up and down Eli's form, which is something of a habit for him. Eli is very pleasing on the eyes. "I would have trusted no other for that mission."

He has to admit, seeing Eli play the part of the dangerous weapons dealer was thrilling and very appealing. The costume Eli wore for the part even more so. But, they'd been on a mission at the time, and Thrawn couldn't truly appreciate the sight of Eli wearing his tunic that was a size too big for him. But they're off duty now, and have all the time in the world.

One of his fingers reaches out to touch Eli, tracing just above the skin of his tunic collar. "You liked wearing my tunic, did you not?"

The guise of Horatio Figg was certainly appealing in its own way.

Not quite in the same way when Thrawn touches him. Gooseflesh erupts over the spot, he finds himself unconsciously tilting his head closer, and he knows damned well he's a bit bright in the infrared right now.

"And if I did?"

Something like embarrassment lingers, his question not a challenge, but an inquiry.

Thrawn already knows that Eli enjoyed wearing it. He just likes hearing it confirmed. A blue hand cups Eli's face, thumb running over his cheekbone. It never fails to amaze him how warm Eli is, and now Thrawn actually rather likes that warmth.

"Would you grant me a request then? I want to see you wear it again."

Now that he's not about to send Eli into danger, and it's just the two of them. Right now, there is no Empire, nor are there rebels or pirates. There's just the two of them. He's not Admiral Thrawn right now, he's just Mitth'raw'nuruodo. And he wants to see Eli wearing his tunic again.

Well, that answers why he asked to bring the tunic! Eli's blush briefly burns his face, but he nods all the same.

Not wanting to pull away yet, Eli closes the gap of his own accord, offering a forehead touch.

"I can certainly do that."

For just the moment, however, he doesn't want to give up being close to Thrawn. Even with one arm occupied with holding the tunic.

"It was-- helpful, to wear it. Like you were physically at my back."

Thrawn smiles again. Of course, the other reason for having Eli just wear one of Thrawn's tunics was to help sell the idea that he'd taken it off an Imperial officer, which wouldn't have worked as well when the tunic was in Eli's size. That didn't meant Thrawn still hadn't gotten enjoyment out of it. He's glad to hear that it had made Eli feel safer.

Reluctantly, Thrawn pulls his hands away from Eli's face and go to the tunic he's currently wearing. Deft fingers begin to undo the sealing strip, so Eli can change clothes.

"You looked quite fetching in my tunic."

It's definitely a lovely feeling, watching Thrawn undo the sealing strip of his own tunic so he can take it off easier. He swallows hard at the input, feeling warmer for the added attention, and vaguely excited on top of that. For the most part, he ignores it, carefully shrugging out of his tunic - he doesn't have anything on underneath it - and exchanges it for Thrawn's.

It's still two sizes too big, and warmed from his own body heat, so the brief temperature shift isn't too bad. The draft from the blaster hole is also negligible.

Idly, he folds his old tunic up, mindful not to let it wrinkle overmuch, even though it'll be eventually tossed in the laundry chute anyway.

"I'm keeping it, you know."

Even though he swims in it. If he bothered to lower his hands, the sleeves would slip over them a fair bit, too.

"I'm glad," Thrawn's eyes rake down Eli again, only this time it's almost like he's ogling Eli. If Thrawn were the type of ogle. Seeing Eli, wearing his clothing, all sorts of things are going through his mind right now. Things that he wasn't going to do when they were on their mission.

His hands run up Eli's arms, before he leans in and takes a whiff of Eli's smell. It's mixed in with Thrawn's smell from his tunic. It's delightful.

"How does it feel to wear that again?"

Eli definitely notices how Thrawn looks at him. How it might as well be his version of ogling.

Wanting his hands free, he manages to just set his tunic on the seat of a chair, and, oh--

He manages to figure out what Thrawn's doing regarding his scent, but there's no way to call him out without drawing attention to his own hypocrisy.It feels good to be touched, and he briefly bites his lip as it feels like his brain's trying to divert some significant blood flow from itself.

"A little bit scandalous, actually."

Even though it's just clothing, it's also Thrawn's clothing. And, admittedly, he kind of feels, briefly, like he's part of some sort of cutesy holo-porn. Idly, Eli wonders if that's something Thrawn's into: the idea of Eli only wearing his tunic and nothing else. And damn if the thought doesn't affect him, either.

"Like I've encountered something a little taboo."

Especially if anyone other than Thrawn sees him like this, right now.

"It is just you and I right now," Thrawn assures him, pressing their foreheads together. Their height difference wasn't extreme, but in Thrawn's tunic, Eli looked even smaller. Somehow, that made him even cuter to Thrawn.

Still, he can see what Eli means. That forbidden aspect to their relationship, the knowledge that if anyone were to see Eli in that tunic with the mission over with, it would be quite scandalous indeed. Thrawn wishes they didn't have to hide this. He promises himself that one day, they won't have to.

For now, Thrawn follows up the forehead touch by pressing his lips to Eli's in a kiss.

Eli knows he doesn't feel this entirely because of the trouble this could get them in, but just something in the act itself feels salacious. Perhaps it's just him, and it's fine if it is; all the better to keep such a detail private for now.

Kissing back, Eli shivers and presses closer, wrapping his arms around Thrawn's waist, digging slightly into the waistband of his pants, where he feels it through his tunic.

For a moment, absolutely nothing else matters but kissing and touching Thrawn, and he lets himself drift in that feeling.

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Since this continuity is cute. <3 But no pressure.

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