Three insisted Obi-Wan take a shower before he went to his meeting with the council. He had an odd obsession with the smell of their mingled sex - he'd finger her just to get her scent on his hands. Anyone who watched him during the day would just assume he had a persistent itch under his nose. Three knew the truth and couldn't help but laugh to herself. Obi-Wan was still the same horny teenager after nearly five years - still that same boy that excitedly shoved his tongue into her mouth and groped his sweaty palms up her thighs. Everyone thought he was so strict, so straight laced and sometimes he was. But behind closed doors he had an utterly filthy mouth and a gluttonous sexual appetite.

He got particularly insatiable whenever they had to spend more than a few days apart. When he returned Three felt Obi-Wan's presence as soon as his transport landed. He could've landed anywhere on Coruscant and she would have been able to pick up his desires. She was surprised no other Jedi were phased by it or even seemed to notice. Maybe they thought those inclinations were their own and if that were the case there were over a hundred Jedi knights and masters that suddenly wanted her. Hopefully it manifested as just the thought of her seemingly coming out of nowhere. Or just the feeling of anxiousness nipping at them for no reason. Three hoped it was just through the bond she and Obi-Wan shared. His raw need for her made her flush - where was he that he could think of such naughty things and not give himself away. She continued to go about her day - he'd be by soon enough, he was probably in a debriefing with council. Miraculously keeping his composure while talking about diplomats and thinking about… what was that…

…plunging two fingers into your pussy while sucking your little tits… going to feel so good to grind my cock against those thick brown thighs… soft lips all over my skin— good Lord this is longest debriefing ever…

Three chuckled and decided to take a shower while she waited for him. All the while sending back thoughts of her own. Hot and wet, tantalizing scent of clean skin. She sensed him chuckling at her tame, romantic thoughts. He abruptly stopped when she thought about taking him between her lips and sucking until he coated her throat with cum.

'Three…' He was squirming now.

plunging two fingers into your tight ass to rub your prostate while I suck your balls dry… it's going to feel so good when I sit on your face… so hungry for it - I'll let you eat all you want…

oh do you promise?

you bet

Three smiled when she felt his presence rapidly approaching her. She decided to keep her bathrobe on. She was in the kitchen brewing tea when Obi-Wan came through the door. He shut it when a service droid tried to inquire if they needed anything. Three took in his slightly longer hair and tattered clothes. What ever the mission was it had been hard fought. He had to have been tired and hungry but he just looked at her like nothing else matter. Three smiled and ran to him - pressing him against the door as she kissed him. Obi-Wan reciprocated - moaning when she opened her mouth for his tongue. Her hands were already on his belt. Snapping it off and letting it fall to the floor. Three wrapped her legs around him when he bent down and picked her up. Obi-Wan turned around pressing her against the wall.

I missed you

The mutual feeling washed over them. Three flicked her wrist and Obi-Wan's pants dropped until they got caught around his boots. She tried to pull his tunic off to get her hands on more skin but he was suddenly inside her and she could think of nothing other than how good it felt to have him slide in. He was so hard. "Obi-Wan…" She gasped and he bucked into her. "Yes, like that!" He started out fast - so needy and ravenous. Three clung to his shoulders. He was going to make her cum in less than five minutes and she didn't care. He'd never let her live it down - how he fucked her raw and gave her one of the most intense orgasms of her life. But then again he was going to cum his little red brains out in the short amount of time. Sweat was making his hair stick to his brow and he was panting as he littered her neck with gentle bites.

"Obi…" She gripped the hair on the back of his head and kissed him. She accidentally bit him when he fucked her harder. He jumped when she dug her nails into his back. Before he could groan about it she was coming - tightening around him so snug she pulled his climax from him.

"Oh! Oh-oh Three!" He gasped. She bit her bottom lip and sighed at the feel of him coming inside her. She didn't even care what might happen - such an intense feeling was worth it. Oh so worth that hot rush - running down her inner walls. He didn't let her down until he was good and done - his softening cock sliding from inside her as he set her down on shaky legs. He caught her arm as she began to walk away. "Bend over." Three looked at him intrigued before she moved to the couch and bent over the back rest. He lifted the tail of her bathrobe out the way before he placed both hands on her thighs and spread her open so he could see their mingled fluids dripping out of her pussy. He leaned in and lapped it up.

"Obi!" She gasped. She couldn't help but twitch when he dragged his tongue over her clit and shoved it inside her slightly swollen orifice. She purred and he felt her squeeze his tongue as he was pulling back. Satisfied that he had cleaned her enough he let her up. He fixed his clothing and sat down as she moved to get the tea.

"I don't know what you're doing to me lately." He said as he put his head back.

"What?"

"You're all I think about." Obi-Wan began. "Every time I get a free second I think about you, or having sex with you or hugging you close while we sleep or watching you while you read something - it's starting to scare me."

"I think it's normal." She shrugged. He glanced at her. "We love each other."

"True."

"We've been through somewhat trying events lately. Losing Sana, losing Qui-Gon. Looming war with the Federation and…"

"The dark side." He said.

"You feel it too?" She asked and they looked at each other knowingly. "I thought it was just something I ate but there's definitely something coming. Dark times, war - even Yoda can't see the future. Things are about to take an extreme turn for the worse." She handed him his tea and sat next to him. "You be careful out there. Keep close watch over our Anakin."

"I always am and I always do. Don't worry." He assured her. Obi-Wan leaned forward and kissed her. Afterwards he smiled wide as he looked at her face. "Lovin' agrees with you. You're practically glowing." He stroked his finger along her flushed cheeks before kissing her again.

"Y'know I had been feeling a little run down all day until you came back." Three said. "Just further proof you're the cure for what ails me."

"Are you pregnant?" Three looked at Anakin just to make sure he was talking to her. He was staring right at her - his blue eyes wide and excited. They weren't even holding hands - in fact he had just walked up to her and stopped in his tracks when he was within two feet.

"What? No I'm not." She insisted. "Are you saying I've gained weight?" Three smoothed her hand over the front of her robes and she faltered when her palm passed over her lower abdomen. "Whoa!" How had she not felt it before. It took a twelve year old to enlighten her. But then again Anakin was no ordinary padawan. He was so perceptive, so attuned to the force that he was precognitive. He was often right and this was another instance where he had sensed something before anyone else. He felt what she felt - a life. A tiny little life growing inside her. Just a small flutter - so small she hadn't even noticed it there. But now she could feel it, cells forming and splitting growing microscopically every second that ticked by.

"Master Three…" Anakin got closer and put his hand on hers.

"Shit."

"You swore!" He seemed more shocked about that than he was about her being pregnant. He could sense her swirling thoughts and could feel her spiraling towards fear and despair. She was in shock and he could tell she didn't know what to do. "We have to tell Master Obi-Wan." He pulled her along when she seemed to forget entirely where their dwelling was.

"We have to keep this to ourselves." Three said once the door closed. "Do you understand me?" she asked as she looked Anakin in the eye.

"Yes." He answered simply. She knew her secret was safe with him. Though it had been broken a few years ago their bond was stronger than that of the one he had with Obi-Wan. So far the prophecy was correct: they complimented each other on every level. They had an understanding - because of their titles they would forever be in a different standing than regular Jedi and it would forever bar them from being accepted by their brothers and sisters. They were alone together and they had to look out for one another.

"I will tell him in time." She promised. "But I need to do some research."

Obi-Wan didn't know when it happened but it seemed his bond with Three had tapered off. She was becoming more and more distant as the days passed. He hadn't seen her this despondent since she was forced to heal Davin. What ever was bothering her she didn't want him to sense it and he didn't. For weeks he didn't see her despair or feel her detaching from him. It was only after they had drifted apart that he noticed they had become like two ships passing in the night. He found himself sleeping alone most nights. And during the day she was preoccupied with her books.

Anakin was similarly distracted but Obi-Wan figured it had to do with his impending adolescence. In fact he was reminded by the Jedi proctor that he would have to attend the lecture on the subject of pubescence in padawans. What to expect. What not to do. How to handle mood swings. Obi-Wan doubted Anakin would experience a chrysalis or suddenly grow horns but it was good to be prepared. He wondered what Qui-Gon had thought of the lecture when he had been raising him. Maybe that's why he had been so lenient with Obi-Wan's attraction to Three. Most boys chased every girl that crossed their paths - he had bonded with Three and she was all he had wanted since then. Mace had taken the lecture and become incredibly protective of his female padawans. Even now that Depa and Three were masters in their own rights he still watched over them.

As soon as Three crossed his mind she came into their dwelling. "Hey." He said to get her attention. She glanced at him and smiled before she turned her attention back to her book.

"Hey…" She replied - already distracted by what she was reading at she went into the bedroom. He looked at the clock in the kitchen. Anakin would be at his History lecture for the next hour. Obi-Wan hopped up and followed Three. She nearly jumped out of her skin when he put his hands on her shoulders. "Mm-hey." she repeated and tilted her head to the side as he planted a kiss right on her tendon.

"I miss you. You're always in a book lately." He said. He took her hand and brought it up so he could see some of the pages. "What are you reading? Looks like a massacre…" She tried no to laugh at his naivety - the page had a picture of a woman who had prolapsed her anus while giving birth. He shuddered before he took the book from her and closed it. "Come lay down with me."

"I—"

"You're tense." He said as he rubbed her shoulders a little. "Is something wrong?"

"No."

"Everything okay with you and Anakin? He's been so tight lipped lately - did you two have a fight?"

"No. We're fine." She assured him. "Just regular stress of running around."

"Tell me about it." He sighed. It seemed every other week he was being deployed to 'keep the peace'. The elections within the senate, the shift in power structure as they tried to dissolve the Trade Federation conglomerate. He shook his head to clear his mind of those things. "Come on, lay yourself out - let me give you a rub down." He insisted.

"No, actually I've been feeling a bit sick lately. If I have some kind of illness I don't want you to catch it." She said before she squirmed out of his embrace. He gave her a quizzical look. "We'll all meditate when Anakin gets home tonight."

"You're lying to me." Obi-Wan said matter of fact. He could sense it. Plus Three was a terrible liar - her voice got higher and she refused to make eye contact. And as she locked her eyes on the floor he knew he was right. "Somethings up. Something to do with Anakin."

"I told you we didn't get in an argument." She looked at him briefly when she said that and he knew that was the truth.

"I can see it in your eyes." Obi-Wan started. "Even after all this time you still resent me for taking him as my apprentice."

"That's not—"

"Yes, it is. I get that we just kind of reset after that and never really hashed it out but I think it's time we talk about it again."

"Oh?"

"Yes. And that only thing I can really think of is… well I think you should look at the younglings that are ready to start their padawan training. I'm sure there are more than a few that would love to have the legendary Three of Fifteen as their master."

"What?" She almost laughed at his suggestion. She had never given it another thought after the night she talked to Yoda. Obi-Wan didn't know of their special arrangement. He assumed she was staying so close to them so Anakin had an easier time adjusting to the their new bond but it had been years. And Obi-Wan figured it was time for her to bond with another.

"You are so good with the younglings. And I suppose in a way - with your class - you have many padawans learning from you but I think if you actually bonded with one it would bring you out of this haze you're in." He explained. He flushed a little when she laughed at him - like the very idea was absurd. She could sense him starting to get offended so she just moved back over to him and took his hand.

"I'm not in a bad mood. I'm just… preoccupied."

"With what?" He asked. Three simply brought his hand to her belly. "What—" He trailed off when she reestablished their bond. She let her thoughts flow freely through the force and felt it the very instant he realized what was happened.

A tremor. A little heart beat. Quick and fluttering. Strong and growing. Life itself. Connected to her. Partially to him. A life, separate from Three's consciousness but inside her.

Three looked hurt when Obi-Wan suddenly snatched away. He backed up like he was afraid. The look on his face - he was truly confused. And angry. Three began to worry when she felt that in him. Why was he angry? He had never projected that emotion towards her. "What was that?" He asked and looked at his hand like it would have the answer.

"It's a fetus. A baby. I'm pregnant." She explained in the plainest of terms to assuage his confusion. His eyes were wide - just like Anakin's had been.

"How…"

"I think we both know the answer to that." Three said. Obi-Wan was panicking, his fear filled the room. He wanted to run, to dart out of their dwelling like he always did when he was scared. She could practically hear him going down the long list of rules that they were breaking, that they had broken and the one they were yet to break if this situation played out. He just stood there staring at her - the small swell in her abdomen completely unnoticeable to anyone who didn't know it was there. But he knew it would only get bigger - she wouldn't be able to hide it.

"Pregnant." He gasped the word like he was trying to grasp it all. His emotions went blank for a moment and Three was truly surprised. It was like he shut down completely. He wasn't angry, he wasn't sad he wasn't anything as he stood there. It was only for a few seconds before his thoughts booted up again. He was happy now. Overwhelmingly so. And it made Three cry to feel how overjoyed he was. Love sparking along their bond and creating a new connection with their baby. His desire to see his child for the first time, to watch it grow. He was amazed. Obi-Wan moved back to her and put his hand to her stomach. "Three."

"We made a baby - isn't that amazing?" She asked as he pressed his forehead to hers.

"Truly." Obi-Wan swooned as he felt that quick little thump through the force. He suddenly looked worried. "Crap, Master Windu is gonna kill me."

"No panicking. Just basking right now."

The excitement of their expanding family gradually morphed into concern. Obi-Wan learned as much about giving birth as he could without drawing attention to himself. Soon he was more worried about the child being born with a deformity or mental handicap than anything else. That is until he read that there's a percentage of women that die while giving birth. The thought of raising the baby and Anakin without Three made other people take notice. He couldn't hide the fear on his face or keep it from leaking out on to the force. Especially when he was called before the council. He felt like Mace was staring at him and he felt his face turn red. He thought about different types of dirt to keep thoughts of Three from flooding his mind.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi, do you know why we've called you here?" Plo Koon asked.

"No!" Obi-Wan squawked awkwardly. He was sure he heard a glass shatter somewhere. He cleared his throat. "Excuse me… No."

"Appointed to this Council you have been." Yoda said. He decided to get straight to point rather than belabor it. Obi-Wan couldn't help the smile that sprang to his face.

"Well, do you accept?" Mace asked - his projected form flickering for a second before it stabilized. He and few other members were there remotely - off on various peace keeping missions.

"Yes. I am honored." Obi-Wan said and bowed politely. He was positively giddy but he hide it well as he took the open seat. The other council members seemed pleased at his new rank although they may have just been effected by his emotions along the force.

Being on the council would mean a busier schedule but it wouldn't interfere too much with his life. When he told Three and Anakin they insisted on going out to celebrate. They dawned civilian clothes and headed to a nice restaurant on one of the higher levels in the city. It was odd being out - like any normal family would be. It was common place to celebrate job promotions. But Obi-Wan didn't look at being a Jedi as being a job. It was his life. It was all he knew. It was a little weird to step out the role if even for a minute. Fun, but weird. Everything that was looming over them melted away. The future didn't matter as he watched Three and Anakin fold their napkins into ton-tons. The green crystal fragment around her neck was glowing faintly as it hung over her tiny belly. No bad thought in the world could ruin this moment.

"Damn." Three said. Obi-wan turned around just in time to see her trying to hide her baby bump under her robes. The months seemed to be flying by but for her they were going too slow. Pregnancy had a whole laundry list of aches and issues. Like when she saw him and Anakin eating Malorons and ended up vomiting in the sink. Apparently 'morning sickness' could strike at any time of day. Or night - but most of the time at night she was going to the bathroom to pee, not puke. Obi-Wan felt the bed shift every time she got up. No sleep at night meant they were both exhausted during the day. If anyone noticed her throwing up and her fatigue they might think she had some kind of illness and she'd end up under a senso-ray in the infirmary. And then their secret would be out. They still didn't have a plan - what they would do when the order found out.

"Maybe wear mine?" Obi-Wan offered. She tossed her belt and put on his cloak.

"It's perfect except I'm about a foot too short." She huffed before she shrugged it off. He watched her closely for a moment when she started to sniffle. She noticed his attention and wiped her face quickly. "Stop staring at me! What is your problem!?" She suddenly screamed at him and he tried not take her mood swing personally. He knew she didn't mean it.

"Do you need—

"I'm gonna throw up." She proclaimed before she hurried to the bathroom. Obi-Wan left her alone for a moment to check on Anakin's progress on getting ready. By the time he made it to living room Anakin was already reaching for the door.

"Hey can you help me with… Three." Obi-Wan had to stop himself from saying 'mother'. The thought of Shmi was still a sore spot for Anakin - sometimes Obi-Wan could hear him crying at night. Three had been a nice stand in but with the baby coming she barely spent anytime with him. He could sense Anakin's feelings of rejection and resentment. And Obi-Wan didn't want to force them to spend time together - especially when Three's emotions fluctuated wildly. A teenage boy was nearly as unpredictable.

"Does she need something?" Anakin asked. Obi-Wan wasn't expected him to ask that.

"Yeah, just… if you see her out in the temple today just… smile or something." He said. He totally expected it when Anakin rolled his eyes and headed out. Obi-Wan didn't know what the hell he was doing. None of the holocrons covered this. He thought he just had to keep a cool head but when he tried to be pragmatic Three had accused him of not caring and it took him nearly two weeks to prove he did. He really did but everything he had been raised to believe said he had to reel it in. He wanted to tell everyone he passed in the hallway that his beautiful, genius healer, soul mate was having his child. His! He wanted to revel in how special that made him feel. Having pride in ones self was allowed. And if he really was special he should act like it.

Obi-Wan went back into the bedroom and found her spare robes. One of them was black and he knew the color hid extra weight very well so he cut the sleeves - apparently the only thing worse than her mood swings and vomiting was her heat spikes and sore back. She came out of the bathroom and sighed.

"I'm sorry." She apologized.

"It's okay." He said as he helped her into the black cloak. He put the detached sleeves around her neck like a scarf and the overlaying fabric hid her belly completely.

"No I just feel like I'm being this huge bitch and you're… you're being perfect. As usual." She huffed as she gestured to the cloak.

"I'm not perfect." Obi-Wan said. "Just one man doing many things." He shrugged. She smirked.

"I love you."

"And I you." Obi-Wan said before he kissed her.

"Baby loves you too."

"I love our baby." Obi-Wan said before he kissed her stomach. "See you at noon. We could take a nap or I could rub your back while you dry heave."

"Yeah but how about I blow you instead?" Three asked. Obi-Wan's eyebrows shot up and she giggled at his surprised expression.

"Well I'm not going to turn that down." He chuckled. This was the wildest swing he had seen her take. Last week she didn't even want him to hug her she felt so disgusted with herself. But it seemed the happy hormones were finally coming back. "I'm also not going to stop thinking about it until then."

"Good." She pecked him on the lips before she departed for her class.