Chapter3: Fantasies, desires, and love letters
Author:Hyyp chick
Rating:NC-17
Pairing:Anakin/Obi-wan
Disclaimer:I don't own any characters from star wars
Summary:Anakin and Obi-wan's developing relationship from Anakin's POV. Gets a bit fluffy at times, I apologise for that!

Obi-wan has been sent on a mission without me, because I am to be Knighted soon. He left whilst Master Yoda had me sparring with Master Windu. He hates me. Master Windu that is, not Master Yoda, although he distrusts me and he always sees my future as ending in pain. Mind you he probably sees pain in everyone's future considering the fact that everything remotely resembling fun leads to the dark side. Anyway I beat Master Windu and now he hates me more.

I passed by the great hall on my way back to my rooms. We call it a great hall because we have been brought up referring to it as such but there's nothing great about it, it's a dining hall, there's one in every building on Coruscant, ours is nothing special but that's jedi for you, delusions of grandeur, like any other religion really. The droid that served me with my meal, we call her Rosey but no-one knows why, handed me an envelope. I found this strange, I mean I've been to planets where they communicate in this manner but Coruscant isn't one of them. So I sit at my chosen table, alone, my emotions (the one's I'm not supposed to have) conflicted by my beating Master Windu in a lightsaber duel and Obi-wan leaving me. Attachment is forbidden by the Order but I am attached to him none the less and I miss him already. It's a bit like when I left my Mother but not really. I miss my Mother because she is my Mother. I miss Obi-wan because, well this is the thing, I think I'm falling in love with him, but I'm not ready to tell him that yet.

I knew he liked me because I've caught him watching me. Then 'That' happened. I never meant for that to happen, we just got drunk and I got talked into it and I know it sounds like a kop out excuse but it's the truth. In the past I've meant it, wanted it, but that time all I could think about was Obi-wan. Maybe that's why he came looking for me, maybe I need to work on my shielding. I could have died when he walked in, I was so ashamed. Then at home he was, well, off, and then when he came to my room I knew what he wanted. I wanted to make things better and he wanted to say sorry for his reactions, not that he had anything to be sorry about but he knew as well as I did that they stemmed from jealousy, and Obi-wan being the Jedi that he is couldn't deal with that. That's how the sex happened. I didn't think about it, he didn't think about it, it was, surreal, Force motivated maybe, and it felt kinda weird because he was so submissive it was so easy and over so fast. We've had sex since then, quite a lot actually, and it just keeps getting better. He likes me to be in control and I like that too.

Now though he's been sent on a mission of diplomatic importance to a planet I can't pronounce in a system I've never heard of. I couldn't go because I have things to complete before my knighting and me and Obi-wan usually end up endangering our lives somehow on these kind of missions. Obi-wan joked that he needed a break from near death experiences. I joked back that he'd better avoid them because I won't be there to save his ass, and it's such a pretty ass. The conversation got pretty smutty from there on in and we did it in the kitchen. I love it when it's spontaneous, it's so unlike Obi-plan everything to within an inch of its life-wan.

So anyway I'm eating this non descript mush that serves as nutritious food here in the Temple, dessert smells good though it's with custard and I love custard, and I open the envelope. Inside is a sheet of parchment that smells fresh and nutmeggy. I giggle at the concept of 'nutmeggy' it sounds silly in my head and now people are looking over at me. It's crisp to touch and apart from the perfect fold in the dead centre there's not a crease in it. It feels silky and there is the most gorgeous swirling calligraphy on it, drawn with ink that shimmers in the light from blue to purple. The sort of colour emitting from my duel with Master Windu earlier on. I know who has written it for me even before I read a word on the page and it strikes me as beautiful. So personal, and I catch myself beaming in the great hall at a sheet of parchment. Listen to me, I sound like a girl. That's what he does to me. Turns me from the strong, lithe, fighter/killer Jedi (as near as damn it) knight that I am to a giggling little girl. Maybe he'd like me like that...
The note anyway is short but effective. it reads;

I know you have come for food before returning to your quarters
really Anakin you should change your routine once in a while.
So how is the custard? Hot, warm, deliciously sweet? Just like
You. I would like to be said custard, to glide effortlessly
down your throat (although even by my standards I think I do
a pretty good job of that). Better still if I were there we
could take the dish back to our rooms and you could lick it off
a whole different type of dessert.
enjoy your meal.

He knows me so well. But those images, they're doing things to me that shouldn't happen whilst dining alone in the great hall. I'll have to stay here a little longer, and maybe think of Master Yoda naked, that should dispel my lust. It's a taught Jedi technique that, I mean we can't control our bodies just (supposedly) our emotions and so that is what they teach you to do for any of those embarrassing moments. I just think Master Yoda gets off on the thought of a hundred Padawans imagining him naked. eurgh, that IS working.

I've ditched my mush for my dessert and as always it is sweet and I love it, and try as hard as I might all I can think about is Obi-wan on my bed this stuff dripping onto my sheets as I endeavour to lick every drop from his body, paying particular attention to the custard smoothing its way down his erection, and I lick and suck and savour and then with his cries my sweet dessert is salty and I swallow everything.

I notice that I have scraped my bowl clean so pulling my cloak around me loosely I pick up my note and head home. Inside the door I do what I always do, throw my cloak nonchalantly to the floor, the cleaner droid will pick it up later, and taking my 'saber off it place my belt on a table by the commlink. My lightsaber I keep on the table in the middle when I'm in this room, subconsciously I will take it with me into whichever room I venture to, even whilst in my own quarters. So I place the 'saber on the table and immediately notice another sheet of parchment, much like the first. I pick it up, fingering its silkiness, and read it;

I know this is where you keep your lightsaber Anakin but do you
know where I'd like to put mine?

And I do. The muscles in my ass clench as if trying to find his length inside their tightness, but they fail and now I need him. I go to the cooler in the kitchen for the sweet cold liquid that I hope will cool my desire. It does nothing of the sort and I decide that a cold shot in the fresher will do it. So I strip naked throwing my sweat soaked robes to the floor for the droid to find and I can feel Obi-wan watching me. He's not here but I'm not shielding, in fact I'm not just not shielding I'm sending tendrils of Force out through our bond to tell him of my present state. I think he's locked onto me and I wonder if he's alone. I run the water, but it is not cold. I'm a bit of a wimp after all when it comes to the cold, so instead my water is bellowing steam out into the room. Then I glance at the mirror and I see it as the steam has condensated around the greasy smear of lettering;

Sweaty Pup bring one off for me I love to watch

And he's run out of room on the glass or I'm sure he would elaborate and I don't know how much more of this I can stand. In the fresher, once I've cleaned my matted hair and desperate body I do as he asks and I pray to Force that I'm sending out the right messages to his bond only. I'm here all alone grunting and groaning, with the occasional whimper for good measure, under a running cascade of hot water, and I pull on the frosted glass to steady myself as I try to last, but it feels so good as I come, calling his name.

I can feel him smile and I know he's been with me. I dry and dress into a pair of sleep pants and curl into a chair in the living area to meditate. I'm not good at this and as I try to do as I've been taught over the years I do what I invariably do, end up daydreaming.

It starts off with me hanging around the council chambers for a meeting to end and then collaring Obi-wan on his exit and re-entering the chamber when it eventually becomes empty. We have sex in Master Windu's chair, just to piss him off if he ever found out, and as Master Kenobi comes inside of me I leave my mark on the plush upholstery. I'd find a reason to be invited to the next meeting just to see him sit there smugly telling everyone how shit I am at being a Jedi and I'd take it with a smile on my face just knowing. Then we're back here having sex in the fresher, which is one of my favourites and I take a long time over this fantasy. Afterwards we go to my room an Padme's there. I can't think of a good reason why but it's my fantasy so it doesn't matter. Anyway she's there and coming on to me and Obi-wan notices and at first he's jealous and then she starts making eyes at him and I know she can sense the sex we just had and wants in on the action. So as the selfless Jedi that we are we oblige the young lady. In my fantasy she is a virgin but I've no idea whether she is really, she just seems the type, you know married to the job. So I lie on the bed and Obi-wan goes down on me as my tongue is discovering that which lies untouched. She's getting off watching him service me and begs me, positively begs me to take her. I do as Obi-wan watches and I make her scream and she's spilling all sorts of compliments into my ear. Then Obi-wan takes her too and I can't fathom why it's so horny to watch your partner fuck someone else but it is.

And now I'm hard again and this whole evening is becoming unbearable, I need sex. but I won't get it, even though I could, because Obi-wan's not here, and I'm his alone, he means so much to me and I couldn't even think to cheat on him. As I said, I think I love him.