Rating: M
Timeframe: During the Clone Wars
A/N: Be kind to me on this one…it was a bitch to write. If you like it, please say, as it will give me the incentive I need to continue on.
Disclaimer: No Copyright infringement is intended. This is written purely for fun. The story of Star Wars belongs to Mr. G. Lucas.
Chapter Summary: Now back on Coruscant, Anakin and Obi-Wan talk a little more about their relationship and during a romantic evening together, they finally consummate their romance.
Chapter Four: A Little Piece of Me
Obi-Wan watched, with mild interest, the bustling pedestrians hurry by outside the window of Dex's diner. A various mixture of alien species and human races, he observed, speeding off to work in the large, vast megalopolis.
It had been late afternoon on Shimeh when he and Anakin departed, but on Coruscant the day was starting anew. Anakin slept his way through the few hours it took to cross the distance back to the Capital, but Obi-Wan had felt a little too restless to properly relax. Instead, he'd chosen to distract himself by writing up Shimeh's mission report in preparation for his meeting with the Council.
Anakin's emphatic suggestion that they stop by Dex's for something to eat had seemed like a good idea at the time. But since Obi-Wan had sat down and taken the weight off of his feet, a haze of drowsiness had begun to gradually descend over him. He sighed despondently. His body clock would be out of sync now for the rest of the day and it was to be a long one too; Council meetings, general Temple duties and Padawan classes to supervise with Master Drallig.
Obi-Wan ran his thumb over the rim of his drinking glass before taking a sip, closing his eyes briefly, as he savoured the sweet taste and the silky texture of the exotic fruit juice on his tongue. It was unusually humid for this time in the morning and although the diner was air conditioned the residual heat, coupled with his rising fatigue, was beginning to make his head ache a little. Obi-Wan never did cope very well with excessive temperatures.
In the periphery of his vision, to the left, he could see Anakin on the other side of the table sitting opposite to him. The younger man had just finished his second plate of syrup covered pancakes and was now in the process of ordering his third.
Obi-Wan waited for a moment until the waitress had finished taking Anakin's order before he turned and spoke, "Goodness, Anakin. You want more? Where, by the stars, do you store all the food you consume?" He cast his gaze quickly over Anakin's upper body and noted, with astonishment, that there wasn't a single ounce of excess body fat on the younger man.
"I'm just hungry, that's all."
Obi-Wan knew that wasn't true and in response he looked at the younger man inquisitively, "Hmm really? Anakin, love, I was your Master for over ten years. I know you very well."
Anakin smiled brightly at his partner's use of the word 'love' but his grin soon dissolved into a frown when he heard the rest of the sentence, "And what do you mean by that?"
With his arms folded across chest, Obi-Wan leaned back into his seat. "There are two things you do when you are insecure, Anakin. First, you tinker with that astromech droid of yours-"
"-His name is Artoo."
"Okay, Artoo. And secondly, when restless, you eat large quantities of food."
"I like food," Anakin said dismissively but his glib tone was demeaned by a look of self-consciousness on his face. He knew, as usual, that Obi-Wan was right. He did have a tendency to gorge on food when he felt uneasy. And Obi-Wan being an exemplary student in behavioural psychology was able to see this clearly. Obi-Wan's skill of being able to read the subliminal messages displayed in the behaviour of other beings made him an excellent negotiator. But in this case, it was a little infuriating.
"Anakin, what are you nervous about?"
"I don't know."
"Yes you do," Obi-Wan sighed wearily and lowered his head to his hands, closing his eyes for a moment as he began to massage his temples with his thumbs, "You just don't want to tell me."
"Can't I just be hungry?"
"I can feel your anxiety through the Force, too," Obi-Wan raised his head and looked imploringly into the younger man's eyes, "And I know you. Tell me what it is that's bothering you."
"It's just-"
"-here you go," the waitress interjected, smiling at Anakin as she placed his plate of pancakes on the table in front of him.
With his appetite now diminished by a slight wave of anxiety-induced nausea, Anakin idly stabbed at his food with his folk. After a while, he glanced up from his plate and found Obi-Wan still looking at him expectantly, his eyebrows arched and his arms once again folded across his chest.
"Anakin, tell me."
"It's just, when we kissed on Shimeh. It was…well amazing and I guess I'm just worried..." The smell of the sweet pancakes placed directly beside him caused the sensation of queasiness to grow stronger in Anakin's stomach and he wrinkled his nose in distaste as he pushed his plate away. "…are you going to pull away from me?"
"Why would I do that?"
"You live by the Code, Obi-Wan. You always have." Anakin said a little solemnly.
"When I took you as my apprentice, I felt compelled to lead by example. I wanted to train you to the best of my abilities." Obi-Wan's thoughts strayed to Siri and then to his experience on Melida/Daan, "However there have been times in my past when I have not lived a 'conventional Jedi life.'"
"How do you feel now? I mean, do you truly want to be with me?" Anakin's voice was steady and calm as he spoke, but as he heard the question repeat itself in his mind, his confident demeanour began to falter. He felt his hands begin to tremble as a wave of anxiety rushed through his body.
Obi-Wan paused for a while as he took in the sight before him. Anakin's blue eyes glistened with unshed tears; tears that could easily fall either in joy, or, in painful rejection. In that moment, Obi-Wan felt awestruck by the power of love, he could sense, Anakin felt for him. It was humbling and it was also frightening, because in his heart, Obi-Wan returned that love, with equal devotion and intensity. He reached into the Force and sought out its guidance. Once again it offered the same reassurance and with a grasp of Anakin's hand with his own, he said, "I care about you very, very deeply, Anakin. Let me assure you that…I want this too."
Anakin released the unconscious hold he had on his breathing as the sound of Obi-Wan's declaration sounded in his ears. Again, he felt his hand tremble, but this time it was under Obi-Wan's and it shook with excitement and relief. He smiled broadly as he tried to retain his composure, to control the youthful side within him that wanted to leap up out of his seat and dance around the diner in celebration.
"I'm glad to see that I have eased your anxieties."
"Yes, yes. I just wish now that I could climb across the table and kiss you."
Obi-Wan gave a soft chuckle before he spoke, "Later. We will have some time later." He glanced up at the clock on the wall above the counter and gave Anakin's hand a little squeeze, "but now I have to go. The Council meeting will start soon; I will stop by your quarters later this evening. That is, if you want me too?"
"Of course," Anakin said with a smile, "I should get going too. There is a project that I've been working on that I want to get finished."
"Please don't tell me you are building yet another droid," Obi-Wan said with a playful grin as he rose from the table to his feet.
Anakin followed Obi-Wan to the front door of the diner, briefly stopping by the waitress on his way to hand her the Credits he had counted to cover his bill. "No, this is something else…something a little more personal."
Dressed in loose fitting, grey, sleep pants and a long black robe, Anakin, lay outstretched on the couch in the living area of his quarters. The lighting was soft and gentle, not harsh on the eyes; cast by a small lamp on the table beside the door. Soft, low tempo music was playing in the background, filling the room with a pleasant ambiance.
Anakin sighed contently. He felt warm and relaxed; the hot water from the fresher had done wonders in soothing and massaging the cricks and knots out of his neck and shoulder muscles.
He smiled with satisfaction as he pulled out a small artefact from his robe pocket. It had taken him all day to finish it; his fingers were still a little sore from wielding his tools all day. However, it had been worth the time and the effort and he hoped that Obi-Wan would appreciate it too.
Since Obi-Wan's declaration of commitment, Anakin had been walking around on a high. He'd felt happy and excited and for the first time in a long while he found himself enjoying life around him. He no longer felt so painfully, overburdened, by all of his responsibilities. 'The Chosen One' he might well be, but he knew now that he wasn't to face his battles alone.
Even the mundanity of cleaning his apartment had made him smile. He'd danced around his quarters, singing at the top of his voice as he'd scrubbed, polished and swept.
He was happy. He was alive. He was a man in love.
A flicker in the Force alerted Anakin to Obi-Wan's nearing presence. He quickly put the crafted object back in his pocket before he jumped up from the couch.
Obi-Wan palmed the door open and entered the apartment donning a pleasant and welcoming smile. He was dressed causally in light brown leggings and a dark brown under tunic. A colour, Anakin thought, really suited the older man, accentuating the blue in his eyes. Obi-Wan's freshly washed hair now appeared a shade lighter and it glistened when the light from the nearby lamp struck it.
"Obi-Wan," Anakin said softly as he placed a kiss to the older man's cheek, "come in. Sit down and relax."
"I'm sorry I am a little late," Obi-Wan said as he sat down on the couch, "When I returned to my quarters, I took a few hours for myself…to have a nap."
"It's okay, you probably needed it. And you're here now." Anakin gestured towards the kitchen, "Can I get you a drink?"
"No, love, I'm fine. Thanks anyway."
Anakin paused for a moment before he knelt down on the floor in front of Obi-Wan; he felt his heart begin to pound a little as a wave of nervous embarrassment rose up within him. Taking in a deep breath, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the small piece of japor ivory wood. He glanced down as he placed the carving into Obi-Wan's hand. "I made this for you. I know that Jedi aren't allowed possessions but I just wanted you to have something from me. Something you can keep, and hold on too when we are separated."
Obi-Wan gazed at the japor snippet, slightly overcome by the tenderness he felt in the moment. Etched into ivory was the symbol he knew, when translated into Basic, said the word 'love'. He felt his eyes water a little. No one had ever given him something so personal. But it wasn't so much the gift that touched him but the thought behind it that mattered to Obi-Wan the most. He smiled as he lifted his hand to comb his fingers through the younger man's, short damp curls, "Thank you. This is…it's a lovely gesture, Anakin."
"I'm glad you like it."
"I do, very much and I will treasure it." Obi-Wan placed his gift gently on the table beside the couch, "I'm sorry that I don't have anything to give to you."
As Anakin gently rose to his feet he stretched out his hand, "Yes, you do," he said with a soft smile, "Dance with me, Obi-Wan." With a quick nudge of the Force, he used his other hand to turn up the volume on the music player.
Obi-Wan chuckled and glanced away in embarrassment, "Oh, no. I don't dance, Anakin. You know that."
"You don't have to 'dance' dance. All you have to do is let me hold you," Anakin said as he continued to smile down at Obi-Wan. He gestured again with his hand and cajoled, "Come on."
Reluctantly, Obi-Wan took hold of Anakin's hand and with a gentle pull from the younger man he was tugged to his feet. Anakin's arms wrapped around his waist in a tender embrace as he slowly began to move in time to the music.
As they drew closer together, Obi-Wan traced his hands up along Anakin's back, closing his eyes, as his fingers came to rest on the younger man's shoulders. He nestled his head into the crock of Anakin's neck; inhaling deeply as he took in the sweet smell of soap mixed in with the pleasant fragrance of Anakin's aftershave. The aroma was comforting and familiar, and it filled Obi-Wan with a sense of warmth and contentment. His body relaxed as he lowered his arms to wrap them around the younger man's waist. He leaned against Anakin so closly that, if the younger man was to suddenly move, and not be there ready in time to catch him, Obi-Wan would fall forward to floor beneath him.
They danced around in slow rotations, calm and unhurried as they savoured the tender sensation their close proximity generated between them.
Anakin smiled as he brushed his cheek against Obi-Wan's; delighting in the pleasant, contrasting, sensations, the smooth flesh above the older man's cheekbone and the prickly feeling of his beard, below it, incited on his skin. To be allowed to have Obi-Wan this close to him, physically, as well as emotionally, felt overwhelming. His body sang along with the music, slightly trembling in excited anticipation.
As they slowly pulled apart, their eyes locked in to each other's. Their mouths drew together into a soft kiss; chaste, with Anakin just about managing to capture Obi-Wan's bottom lip between the two of his.
They lingered for a moment, content and relaxed against one another, before, they both, reluctantly, retreated…
"See…no crazy, ass-wriggling dancing," Anakin said.
Obi-Wan laughed in return and brought his hand up to gently caress the younger man's jaw, "This is something I don't mind doing," he said playfully before he pulled the younger man into another kiss, this time a little heavier.
After a while, the kiss began to deepen in intensity; their tongues swirling around one another, lapping, licking and tasting…
In response, Anakin arched his hips against Obi-Wan's, bringing their groins together in intimate contact. The sudden pressure against his hardening arousal made Obi-Wan gasp against Anakin's mouth and in-kind, Anakin, moaned as he felt Obi-Wan's embrace tighten around him.
As both men pulled apart from the kiss, they leaned against each other, forehead to forehead; their noses gently nuzzling together as they continued to dance. The tension between them was gradually increasing and their bodies reacted in response; pulse rates rose steadily and their breathing became increasingly rasped.
Anakin ran his hands, slowly, down from Obi-Wan's shoulders, his fingers tracing tenderly over the older man's chest before coming to rest around his waist. He gently tugged on the older man's tunic, pulling it up as Obi-Wan raised his arms above his head, allowing Anakin to pull it off of him completely in a swift motion.
Shrugging out of his robe, Anakin gasped as his bare chest came into contact with Obi-Wan's, the warm, smooth sensation of skin against skin, incited a small groan from the younger man and he embraced Obi-Wan tightly and pulled him into a hungry lust-laden kiss.
Obi-Wan's hands ran over the exposed skin of Anakin's back, his fingernails lightly tracing up and down, up and down before his hands came to rest on the younger man's buttocks. He lured Anakin in closer to him, his hips bucking in response to the pressure it created on his arousal. As the younger man broke away from the kiss, Obi-Wan beckoned him back down, this time to his neck, by throwing his head back and tilting it to the side.
Anakin placed chaste kisses to Obi-Wan's nape, playfully nipping at the skin with his teeth between each soft caress. He wrapped his arm around Obi-Wan's waist, pausing briefly to gentle pinch the older man's buttocks, before he brought his hand around to rest under the Obi-Wan's navel. His hand lingered there for a moment before he tentatively moved it down, palming Obi-Wan's erection gently over the fabric of his leggings.
"ahhhh," Obi-Wan murmured, bringing his hand down over the small of Anakin's back and under the waistband of his sleep pants.
Anakin answered with an assenting gasp.
The music they were dancing too was now forgotten as Obi-Wan and Anakin began to loose themselves to one another's touches; to the carnal sensations they felt rapidly rising from deep within them.
They kissed again, hot, hungry, and urgently as the erotic tension between them increased further until it was almost palpable in the air between them.
"I think it's time…we t-take it to the bedroom," Anakin said in husky voice.
Despite the enormous need they felt for release, they made love slowly. Anakin prepared Obi-Wan attentively, sliding, slick fingers into him gently before he unhurriedly entered him. He placed soft, delicate kisses to the back of the older man's neck, stopping to playfully nip at Obi-Wan's ear as gradually he began to thrust his length deeper inside him.
Despite the flicker of pain he felt, Obi-Wan arched up against Anakin, surrendering his body and his trust to the younger man. After a while the pain melted with the immense pleasure he felt radiating through him and he rocked in tandem against Anakin's thrusts
Every moan, sigh and gasp escaped between rasped breaths; swallowed and lost forever by the night.
It was calm, sensual and unhurried. Both men lingered over every bliss-filled sensation. Their joining incited within them, an intense connection, one of pure elation and utmost joy. And as the feeling descended over them and flowed through their bodies and through the Force between them, tears of happiness and devout longing were shed.
Upon completion, Anakin and Obi-Wan collapsed against one another, feeling tranquil, relaxed and sated.
Feeling as though they had just become one.
To Be Continued...
Next Chapter Summary - "Repercussions" - Anakin and Obi-Wan are brought back to the reality of their lives as Jedi when they are reminded about the consequences of forming such emotional attachments.