Author: Hyyp chick
Pairing: Obi-wan/Anakin
Rating: NC-17, pretty much I think
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Stars Wars
Summary: What do you think happens?
I have to just mention that Quinlan and Aayla in this have been heavily influenced by Temple Mistress' treatment of them in 'Knights Out'
Aayla had her face cupped in her palms, her elbows resting on the table in the food hall; spotting Quinlan she shot him a long suffering pleading look. Quin chuckled from his distance and Aayla's features contorted into a sulk. Not that Anakin noticed any of this, whining away blithely as he was. Aayla turned her attentions back to him and wrapped her hands over the top of his.
"Anakin listen, I'm honoured that you've chosen me as your confidante but I have to take a class of younglings in five minutes and I really don't have time for this now"
Her voice oozed with boredom. Anakin's face twisted in disappointment and Aayla rolled her eyes.
"We'll go for a drink tonight, somewhere quiet, somewhere we can talk okay? Nova's 8 O'clock?" She suggested.
Anakin nodded appreciatively and Aayla stood to leave. Quinlan fell into step with her halfway down the corridor.
"Cosying up to Skywalker now are we sweetheart?" He teased.
Aayla's boots clacked on the marble floors as her pace quickened.
"He's driving me to bloody distraction. It's been a week Quin, him and Kenobi need their fucking heads banging together. I mean I'm flattered that Anakin trusts me enough to tell me shit like this but enough is enough, and on top of that he's got 'man flu', can you imagine" She vexed rhetorically.
"I don't need to imagine, I have Kenobi bending my ear about the little pipsqueak day and night. I wish they'd just fuck already and get it over with. It wasn't even that much of a bloody lie, I've told worse!"
"I don't think you can judge everyone by your standards honey" Aayla quipped playfully.
"I know he's one of my oldest friends but I swear at times this week I've felt like whipping my bloody lightsaber out on him" Quin moaned frustratedly.
"And which one would that be?" Aayla jested.
"Oh my special one is reserved just for you, darling" He sniggered with innuendo.
Their pace slowed and they halted at a crossroads of corridors.
"Sure it is" Aayla retorted sarcastically, "but play your cards right and I might just agree to a 'sparring' session with it" she added. "I'm meeting Anakin in Nova's tonight, 8 O'clock. Get Kenobi there so they can end this lover's tiff and give my ears the fucking rest they deserve and I'll be all yours, all night" She murmured suggestively.
"Don't worry he'll be there" Quinlan confidently assured.
"'til tonight then".
Her voice skipped musically and she danced off to find her class of younglings. Quin watched her leave and then turned down the opposing corridor searching for the bait of his promise.
Obi-wan was researching in the archives when he felt the slap of a large hand on his back. Quinlan sidled into the chair next to him.
"Thought I might find you here"
"What ever gave you that idea?" Obi-wan asked disinterestedly, not looking up from the screen.
"It's the one place in the Temple that you can guarantee you won't find Anakin Skywalker. That's why you've been hiding out here for a week" Quin reasoned humorously.
"I'm not hiding, I'm working, what do you want?" Obi-wan questioned impassively.
"To invite you to a licensed institution tonight in regards to the consumption of many or more alcoholic beverages"
"You want me to go out for a drink?" Obi-wan clarified with a sardonic drawl.
"Yes" Quinlan nodded.
"I'm not in the mood to socialise" Obi-wan declined, shaking his head.
"Look if I wanted to socialise I'd invite someone a damn sight prettier than you for a drink. As it is you are one of my oldest friends and I think you need a night off from sulking. I figure if this thing with Annie-boy is gonna last another week the least you can do is allow me to be inebriated whilst you whinge about it"
"Your sympathy overwhelms me" Obi-wan replied dryly. He knew Quin too well to be hurt by such comments.
"So I'll pick you up at 7.30, okay?"
"Sounds like a date, aren't I a little out of your age range being more years than 20?" Obi-wan joked wickedly.
"I wasn't the one arrested for touching up my Padawan, Kenobi" Quinlan countered sharply.
"Below the belt" Obi-wan warned in no uncertain terms, pointing a finger at him but not removing his eyes from the screen.
"I think I'll leave that as pipsqueak's domain thank you very much, so you'll come tonight?"
"If I must, but I've told you to stop referring to Anakin in such ways; he won't like it" Obi-wan chastised.
"So don't tell him, you're not fucking married to him. Oh but it's a bit hard to tell anyone anything when you're avoiding them isn't it"
The question was rhetorical but Obi-wan gave him the finger in reply.
"He's avoiding me too, now leave and let me work"
"7.30", Quin shouted on his exit from the archives.
Aayla was already in the bar when Anakin arrived. It was a posh venue with expensive drinks, exclusive clientele, subdued lighting, and mood music. She was sat in a booth, attired in a sparkling ensemble, sucking seductively through the straw of her two-tone cocktail. Anakin didn't know if the 'dirty temptress' act was real or whether Aayla just liked to tease, revelling in the knowledge that she could if only it interested her to do so, either way she was a good friend to Anakin and he'd appreciated her company and wisdom this past week.
Dressed in a pair of pants that cupped his ass tightly and a deep purple silk shirt that accentuated his blonde curls he was drawing attention from the gathered females. He ordered a drink from the bar, shining his shoes on the back of his legs and letting his hair fall before his eyes just so he could flick it out again. He could feel all eyes on him; who needs mind tricks? He thought arrogantly, basking in the adoration. He paid for his drink and sauntered over to join Aayla who promptly became the subject of many a jealous glare and green remark. She couldn't give a shit. She did have something that these women should be jealous of but she'd be damned if it was Skywalker.
"You take too much pride in yourself" Aayla remarked as he sat, "and you put too much emphasis on the need for the approval of others. It's not very…Jedi like" She grinned around her straw.
He glanced over her intricately woven lekku and the way in which she was playing with her drink and the words pot, kettle, and black sprang to mind. He refrained from saying them.
"So have you come up with your plan to 'win' Obi-wan back yet then?" She questioned.
Anakin shook his head and sighed.
"Nothing seems good enough, he was so upset, so disappointed" He hung his head.
Aayla studied him for a few moments before speaking.
"Anakin listen to me" He looked up at her, devoting his full attention to her (a rare gift), "Big grand gestures aren't going to win you back into Obi-wan's heart because Obi-wan isn't a 'grand' person. He's a Jedi, old school, not like us. He doesn't know arrogance, pride, self assurance, worthiness to him is measured in the things he values, honesty, loyalty, humility, compassion; that's why you hurt him so much, he prizes you yet you contradicted the values he holds in such high esteem. A simple, truthful, heartfelt sorry will be enough Anakin, if only you mean it"
This is why Anakin had confided in Aayla, for these inspirational moments she had, even if taking her advice seemed easier said than done.
"I am truly sorry, I never meant to get him in any trouble and I never meant to hurt him"
"Don't tell me Anakin, it's Obi-wan that needs to hear it. Aaaah speak of the devil…"
Aayla drew attention to their booth and Quinlan acknowledged her. Obi-wan glowered at his friend as he realised the set up and Quin laid a firm grip to his arm to prevent him from bolting for the door.
"Let me go Quin, I'm leaving!" Obi-wan demanded.
"Why?" Quinlan roared in response.
"Because I don't like being lied to" Obi-wan seethed.
"I never lied, I brought you out for a drink it was you who assumed we'd be drinking alone. And you know for a Jedi you are having a real problem with forgiveness of late. Get over yourself. He ended the affair with the princess tart; which is what you wanted, and he lied to say he'd been fucking you; which you're flattered by, and okay his emotions are slightly volatile and he didn't go about telling the truth in the right way, but he did tell you which is the important bit, so climb off your fucking moral high horse and sort this pathetic argument out before you drive Aayla and I insane"
"Have you finished?" Obi-wan spat after Quin's rant.
"If you don't sort this out now you're going to lose him forever. Is that what you want Kenobi?"
Quin relinquished his grip on Obi-wan's upper arm. "Now I'm finished"
Obi-wan glanced over to where Anakin sat cradling a drink next to Aayla. He looked so worried, fearful even, now that he saw Obi-wan. He had driven not only his potential lover, but moreover his best friend and Padawan away from him, to the point that he was afraid to confront him, even to speak with him. Quinlan was right; Sith damn him! He needed to sort this out and now. He bought a drink and slowly made his way over to the table, followed by Quin.
"Master Kenobi, what a pleasant surprise" Aayla greeted.
"I'm sure it is" Obi-wan replied dryly, tilting his head in respect to her.
"Here have my seat" She offered, standing and readjusting her skimpy top much to the pleasure of the onlookers. Quinlan wrapped his strong hand over her delicate fingers and let her out of the bar without even a goodbye to their companions. Obi-wan sucked in a breath to steel his courage and slid his body into the seat opposite from Anakin.
"I didn't know about this" Anakin hurried an explanation, exempting him from the set-up.
"It's okay; I've known Master Vos long enough to know that he needs no encouragement. How are you?" He asked dutifully.
"I'm fine" Anakin autonomously responded before actually considering the question.
"No I'm not, I'm not fine, I've missed you" He offered more candidly.
Obi-wan took a long swig of his drink. "Why did you lie?" He questioned, cutting to the chase quickly.
"I dunno" Anakin shrugged.
Obi-wan sighed heavily. "Anakin you are a Knight and it is time you took some responsibility for your actions. 'I dunno' is not a satisfactory answer in which to atone for your deviances" He was consciously aware of how much he sounded like the Master again, berating the headstrong, troublesome, juvenile that Anakin had been.
"I'll go" Anakin conceded and placed his drink on a mat in readiness to leave. Obi-wan leaned across the table and clasped his wrist to halt his swift retreat.
"Hiding solves nothing Anakin, and a week of hiding from you has been quite long enough thank you"
Anakin settled back in his seat and Obi-wan brushed his placating touch over the Knight's powerful hand.
"I'm sorry for everything that I did and everything that I set in motion. I was stupid, I wasn't thinking, and I never wanted anyone hurt, least of all you. Please forgive me" Anakin begged humbly.
Obi-wan let his features soften to a smile.
"You're forgiven. It was Senator Amidala that spread that rumour not you, and I have had no excuse to act so childishly towards you this past week".
"You were disappointed in me; you had every right to shut me out…"
"It is not the Jedi way Anakin. I have not been avoiding you because of the things that you had said but because of the thing that I had done. My feelings for you are inappropriate and wrong; in acting on them I disregarded the code and the very structure of the Order to which I have sworn my allegiance and my life. I have been conflicted and I took your dishonesty as an excuse to avoid the situation. I should have had the courage to be honest, least of all with you, and for that failure I am sorry".
"You're being too hard on yourself, I do realise how hard all of this is. Friends?" Anakin asked batting his lashes and offering his glass in a toast. Obi-wan raised his and chinked it against the other before they both downed the remainders of their inebriating liquors.
"I'm sorry that I brought you into conflict, I understand that you've given your life to the Jedi and you don't want to jeopardise that. It was too much to ask of you" Anakin assessed with a wistful smile of what could have been. "I accept your decision but please, don't shut me out, I need you" He admitted painfully.
"What decision?" Obi-wan queried, not quite following Anakin's train of thought.
"To stay as friends, to not take our feelings further" Anakin clarified as if Obi-wan had had too much to drink already.
"I never said that" Obi-wan dismissed, visibly searching back through their discourse to check that he hadn't mistakenly done so.
"But…" Anakin was at a loss to argue.
"I said I had been conflicted by my emotions and my duty, not that I had forsaken one for the other. I mean if you still…I still…I'd like to" He explained none too articulately, blushes sweeping into his cheeks.
"Of course I do" Anakin beamed, relieved. He might have been lying to himself when he'd said that he'd accepted the decision.
"But I have never been here before…" He saw Anakin scan the room and corrected himself "in this situation I mean, I am still a Jedi Master; I have to maintain a standard of morality and a life lived to the letter of the code…"
"I can keep a secret Master" Anakin assured, "And we don't have to…if you don't want to, it is in violation of the code and I respect that. I just need your…approval" Anakin finished.
"Love is the word you are looking for Anakin, and you have that" Obi-wan vowed, forcing their eyes to meet. Anakin nodded appreciatively.
"Another drink?" Obi-wan offered holding up his empty glass. Anakin agreed and settled in for the evening.
Quinlan tugged Aayla's arm as she shuffled into the throng of partygoers trying to buy a drink in this seedy haunt. She was a second away from using the Force. She turned back to acknowledge Quin.
"Look!" He shouted above the commotion pointing to a large holonet screen on the other side of the room.
It was impossible to hear what was being said on the report but Aayla was able to follow the scroll at the bottom of the screen. Pictures of a flustered and irate Padme accompanied the news that her term as Senator of Naboo had come to an abrupt end. It had been revealed that she had been sexually involved with an undercover reporter who had gained access to official documentation from both Naboo and the Republic, and that the Jedi had had her under surveillance; intervening in her fate after slanderous slurs made against two of their Order. It didn't elaborate. Quinlan was thankful for that. As a result the Queen of Naboo had seen fit to terminate her power of office and call her home. Chancellor Palpatine had personally seen to it that she boarded her starship safely and left his world.
"The little slut had it coming" Aayla surmised, turning back into the crowd to fight for her drink.
Quinlan nodded absently and took in the view.
The corridors of the Temple were as silent as the grave when the slightly tipsy Jedi ventured back to its hallowed halls, Obi-wan leaning on his counterpart for support. The Jedi Order had long ago given up prohibiting alcohol. To demand the chastity of its members was one thing; to expect their abstinence from alcohol as well was just plain ridiculous. They reached the door to Anakin's apartment and stopped.
"Do you want to come in?" Anakin asked nervously.
Obi-wan gazed down the corridor that would eventually lead to his own apartment through whiskey tinted lenses. He turned back to face Anakin and his flaying gesture towards the door signalled his acceptance of the invitation. It was dark when they entered and Anakin used the Force to flick the lights on to a low setting. Obi-wan bit back the natural instinct to chastise the Knight for his frivolity. They stood together awkwardly in the common room.
"How about a drink?" Obi-wan suggested, and he was already halfway to the kitchen when Anakin nodded and followed.
The Knight's apartment was a good deal smaller than the Master's and it held no lingering sense of home, as if Anakin had never really settled in; which in truth he hadn't. Every room was smaller, made to accommodate the occupant and an occasional guest, compared to the Master/Padawan quarters that easily allowed room for four. There was only one bedroom, the 'fresher was compact and the kitchen a basic entity, far removed from Obi-wan's own elegant culinary workspace.
Anakin slid into a chair at his kitchen table as Obi-wan rummaged through the cupboards to find something resembling tea or coffee.
He found one cupboard full of Anakin's crockery, balanced precariously atop each other with no thought to proper stacking; he found another laden with liquor bottles, and one with chocolate and salted chip snacks but no coffee. Little in the way of food graced Anakin's kitchen; a small selection of freeze dried just-add-water meals, the universal favourite of tinned beans, a half loaf of bread, and frozen fries. The cooler held an assortment of ales and carbonated soda drinks, an egg, a morsel of cheese and milk Obi-wan wasn't entirely sure wouldn't come out in lumps. He shut the door on it and gave up on the promise of a hot drink.
"Anakin how do you live like this? It is little wonder you are ill" He mused with a pitying exasperation.
"You know me Obi-wan, I can burn ice. I eat in the food hall mostly".
"Well from now on I will take charge of your nutrition. The council should never have granted you your own apartment; you are not safe to be left alone"
Anakin smiled, warmed by Obi-wan's concern for him. This man was truly great. He hugged his arms around his body content just to be in the presence of such greatness.
"So, no drink" Obi-wan jested, his voice dancing on the edge of nervousness threatening to spill over into another awkward silence.
Anakin stood with precision. The stillness of the apartment was overwhelmingly suffocating. The scraping of the chair legs against the floor reverberated around the tiny kitchen and settled in the pit of Obi-wan's stomach. Anakin sauntered towards him but not with any of his usual confidence or arrogant swagger, his posture was searching, pleading, begging for acceptance. His weakness was his strength, endearing him to his Master who felt suddenly in control; not of the situation but of Anakin himself.
Anakin; whose honey blonde curls served to soften his battled scarred features, to make him appear virtuous yet sinful, innocent yet adulterated, tender yet lustful; a paradigm of contradiction. Obi-wan pictured in his mind's eye how they bounced playfully as he teased, or as he ran, or when he flew. Then he settled on how they became when he fought. When his lust of power was fulfilling him those dancing tresses turned dark from sweat and desire, they clung to his scalp defining him with predatory need and Masterful want. Now, with the distance between them closed, Obi-wan looked up to see his fair highlights entangle with the thick mop of darker strands, and philosophically wondered if the boy's mane was representative of their own 'entanglement'.
Obi-wan was brought forth from his ruminations by a firm hand on his left shoulder, and another sweeping gentle strokes to his cheek, Anakin tugging at his gaze so their eyes could make love. Those eyes. His eyes. Obi-wan drowned in their intensity, in their sea of colour, in their lust and in their love, and in their childlike approval seeking for their Knight's desire to take. Obi-wan had never seen eyes like Anakin's. If his mouth was always the one to get him into trouble then his eyes were always the ones that got him out of it. Enveloped by lashes that surely didn't belong on a hero warrior such as the great Anakin Skywalker they really were windows to a soul; letting you in to the very fibre of his being.
Anakin's lips were full and hot as he delicately pressed them against Obi-wan's, his right hand slipping round to support the older Jedi's neck. Obi-wan closed his eyes and allowed himself to be enjoyed; savoured. More confidently Anakin pressed their bodies close and deepened the exchange, his tongue wetting this of second tentative kisses. Apprehensively Obi-wan flicked his tongue into the mouth of his Padawan and Anakin accepted it with a crushing embrace. No air could pass between them, their lips were locked and their arms encircled the other; fisting clumps of garment into their grasps to hold on to each other. Such was the forcefulness of the embrace that their balance required them to remain whole; halved and they would have toppled.
Breaking the searing kiss for oxygen Anakin placed Obi-wan slightly apart from him to steady his stand. His hands fell to his sides and Obi-wan stroked down the length of his arms to collect them within his own. And there they stood, in the kitchen holding hands in the darkest hour of the morning, both too timid to make the next move. It was Obi-wan who eventually let one of Anakin's hands fall back to his side and tugged him with the other encouragingly towards the bedroom.
Anakin let himself be led into the small chamber he had rarely graced with his slumber over the past year. Again he used the Force to create a lighting concept and this time Obi-wan did reprimand him with a raised eyebrow and pursed lips. The corner of Anakin's mouth curled wickedly in response, as if to say 'punish me for it'.
Obi-wan pulled the Jedi Knight into the midst of the room and tried to ignore the scattering of clothes and meagre possessions about the floor. Apparently he had taught his Padawan nothing of tidiness, wardrobes, unpacking, or dressers. Anakin still had things to learn from Obi-wan, and the Master was confident that Anakin would remember these lessons.
Obi-wan stopped but dragged Anakin in for another explosively passionate kiss. He felt Anakin's fingers fiddle deftly with the trappings of his smart attire. After the elaborate constructions of the Queen's wardrobe he was sure his few buttons and a zip would present no problem for the boy, but quickly whipped his mind for digressing to the trumped up baby-doll slapper at such a moment. His shirt floated to the floor after some shaking on his part, and insistent pushing on Anakin's, and on feeling his trousers slip to his ankles he was able to step out of them and his shoes and socks in one fluid motion. It was a talent he couldn't explain.
Obviously embarrassed by his nakedness Obi-wan's thoughts wandered off into thinking that he should be cold given his present status, but the fact that Anakin kept his apartment like a terrarium meant that his body was closer to perspiring than goose-pimpling. Anakin smoothed his hands over Obi-wan's shoulder and down onto his chest, exploring the older man for the first time.
His eyes were alight, and his face flushed from his excitement, almost childlike in the way he was unwrapping Obi-wan, and learning how his new toy worked. Obi-wan reached up to entwine the young man's hair in his fingers, and their lips came to meet again as Anakin gripped his Master's hips.
In an awkward motion, with stuttering and stammering movements they made their way to the bed, and submissive to Anakin's experience Obi-wan laid down. Bashfully Obi-wan attempted to cover his nudity but Anakin halted him, assuring him of the pleasure in the sight with traced brushes of his pliable mouth over the older man's overheating skin.
Anakin tried to avoid Obi-wan's physical arousal, determined to show the man that he loved him first, but it was becoming impossible to ignore. He tried to tease his tongue over his naval, and between his thighs, to give the experience longevity and a sensuous unforgettable imprint for memory (as much unlike his first time with Padme as possible), but he just couldn't help it. His hand moved to clasp around it without his consciousness and he lay his head on Obi-wan's tummy to watch his own actions.
He played with it at first, experimenting with different strokes, tensions, and rhythms, committing to memory those that elicited throaty moans or tugs on his hair from his lover. Obi-wan had relaxed from his shyness and was happy to have Anakin teasing his length in such a way. No other hand had ever held him before, and it felt deliciously right; he couldn't comprehend why the council weren't in favour of this, at this moment he wasn't sure how he'd got through his life thus far without it.
Anakin's tongue ghosted his bottom lip. Looking at it, so proud and undeniably beautiful, he just wanted to take it; to taste it. A heady mixture of nervous-excited adrenalin stirred in his belly. His mind egged him on, but his body stalled with a conservativeness he wasn't used to experiencing, such was his need to please Obi-wan and not push him too far. Instead he edged his head closer to the Jedi Master's groin, and when he felt trembling, needy fingers push at his scalp he knew Obi-wan wanted it too. He let his tongue lap over the tip first before gently enveloping it with his mouth. It felt strange to feel the tip of another man's cock whisper to his tonsils, and it didn't taste as he'd expected, though what that was he did not know. But it was not an unpleasant sensation and as he breathed in through his nostrils the scent and taste intermingled in the back of his throat, and he knew inherently that this flavour was Obi-wan. He dived down the length a bit too exuberantly at the thought of this knowledge and without more warning than a muffled yelp learned quite completely what his Master tasted like.
It hadn't been until that exact second in time that Anakin had ever wondered what to do with it once you'd got it. It was hot and salty in his mouth and he wasn't sure he wanted this drink, but it seemed rude to spit it out, and where exactly anyway? So he bit the bullet and swallowed. It wasn't as bad as he'd been expecting but he thought it was still an acquired taste. He'd practice at acquiring it.
He scrambled up the bed to lie with Obi-wan, grinning at his success.
"I'm sorry" Obi-wan mumbled half turning away from Anakin.
"For what?" Anakin searched pulling him back to meet his eyes.
"For…being so quick and…making you do that" He replied almost in shame, barely audible.
"I'm glad I turn you on enough to satisfy you so quickly, and I liked it" Anakin half-lied, feathering Obi-wan's ego. The loving smile he received in return let him know that it had worked.
Anxiously Obi-wan went to remove Anakin from his packaging, almost giving in to his inhibition until Anakin took up his hand and encouraged him to continue. Anakin could feel his erection straining to get out and was relieved when it was finally released. Obi-wan clung to Anakin's hands fearfully at first, scared to reach out and touch it after Anakin's superb efforts on himself. He was afraid of not measuring up. Anakin set about relaxing him with another eager kiss and skimmed Obi-wan's hand over his taut chest before snaking it down to his groin and enclosing his cock within Obi-wan's hand. Obi-wan didn't pull away; he wanted to do it he just didn't know how. Sensing his apprehension in his still trembling fingers Anakin kept his own hand wrapped around his Master's and guided the pace of the action to just the way he liked it.
Obi-wan's confidence built as Anakin began to writhe and moan with the friction and soon Anakin left him to his own devices, bucking into every stroke energetically. Obi-wan was enjoying the responses he was eliciting from Anakin when the boy suddenly stopped him. Immediately his defences went up and he shied away from the touch; he must have done something wrong.
"You were doing everything right" Anakin reassured as if reading his mind, "but I wanted, if you'll let me, I wanted to…do it properly"
"Will it hurt?" Obi-wan asked, practically wincing.
"We don't have to if you don't want to" Anakin hurriedly replied with sincerity. "And I guess, a bit at first, I don't know" He finally shrugged.
"Okay…" Obi-wan agreed.
"We don't have to" Anakin assured.
"I want to" Obi-wan replied with confidence.
Anakin leant over to the table by his bedside and extracted a small tube of lubricant from it, which brought raised eyebrows from Obi-wan.
"I like how it feels when I do it, and we used to…"
"Oh I see" Obi-wan cut in to Anakin's embarrassed explanations. He did not need to know what orifices of Senatart Amidala it had been in before, thank you very much.
Anakin lubricated himself and then set to work on his Master, gently teasing his tight opening enough to give him entrance. The pain was visible on Obi-wan's face and Anakin felt horrible for causing it but Obi-wan pushed him to continue and eventually he relaxed, enjoying the feel of Anakin probing him.
Anakin was deathly slow at entering him, Obi-wan realised that but it didn't make the searing heat of pain any less. He tried to relax his muscles but the more he focussed on the task at hand the more they tightened and the harder it became for Anakin. Not a Jedi known for his patience Anakin excelled in the lesson in this instance and he gave his Master all the time in the world to adjust to the shocking invasion. When eventually Obi-wan began to breath again Anakin began to move inside him. For Obi-wan the pain receded and his body became awash with pleasure; the physical pleasure that Anakin was providing him now and the pleasure from the knowledge that it was all for love, Anakin loved him. For Anakin the tightness was unbearable and he knew he wouldn't last long with this amount of stimulation. He pumped rhythmically in and out of the older Jedi and as he felt himself on the edge he looked deeply into Obi-wan's gaze and spurted his wares hotly into him with an emotionally intense orgasm. He shuddered with the last of his spill before slipping out of Obi-wan and moving to lie next to him.
They held each other silently for an age, tenderly letting their lips fall over one another's bodies, content in the aftermath of their timid virginal exertions.
Yoda's facial features altered subtly to incorporate a wry smile as he wandered through the room of a thousand fountains, just before Dawn raised her sun kissed head.
"Learn to become a Jedi by not behaving like a Jedi, young Skywalker will." He mused to nobody but himself "Lessons only the Master can teach, and learn also from the Padawan he can he he he" He chuckled, seemingly pleased with himself.
"Experience temperature control and plumbing difficulties Skywalker's quarters will, go where will he then hmmm? He he he" and with that he dipped his stick into a shallow pool and showered water all over the path, still chuckling to himself as he hobbled back towards his room.