POV: Anakin Skywalker

My heart hurt at the thought of possibly losing him. He kept kissing me and kissing me and nothing seemed to help. He laid me on my back and crawled on top of me. I sighed and turned away from his kisses. My face looked ridiculous right now. He knew that. I hated crying. It really pissed me off. He knew that, too. He moved my hair back since it was matted down from sweating over the nightmare.

He whispered his love for me and I responded to it without even thinking about it. My immediate response to him saying he loved me was always telling him I loved him, too. He pushed himself up and rubbed my chest, moving towards my stomach at a slow pace until he reached it. His eyes were on me and I knew what he wanted. I pushed myself up and he sat back as I took my shirt and belt off, throwing them to the floor. He cocked an eyebrow as he watched me undress myself entirely. Everything from my top down to my boots was off. It only took him moments to do the same thing.

He laid me down and kissed me and I figured this was the position he wanted us to be in. Every time I got emotional, he took the top. It was like his way of fixing my mood. I liked being the vigorous one most of the time, but I indulged him this every now and then. He rubbed his dick against mine while smothering my lips. I liked the way he was making me feel. We were both extremely hard against one another. He liked playing around with me because I do it to him all the time. He used to just kiss me a few times then do me really hard, but now he screwed around and teased me a bit…

I held his shoulder with my mechanical hand and he placed one of his hands in my flesh one so he could get the real feeling from me. It made me feel awkward when he wouldn't hold my mechno. He'd been there when my arm had been cut through by a lightsaber and he'd been there when the mechno harmonized with me, yet he couldn't really touch it. That bothered me sometimes. I wanted him to love every part of me, including the part that wasn't human.

He moved off of me and moved closer to my face. He liked doing this, too. I relaxed as his body hovered mine before he lowered himself into my mouth. He screwed me like this first most of the time. I didn't like the taste, but I'd never admit that to him. I liked making him feel good. He'd done it for me so many times. He kept deepthroating me with each thrust and I gagged on reflex. He pulled out and let me cough for a moment and catch my breath before I gave him the look to continue. I held his leg as he moved himself faster, shoving himself down my throat quickly and much harder.

I looked up at him as he moaned. He moved faster and I tried to be okay with it. I really did. I didn't want to make him stop if he was enjoying himself, but I honestly couldn't breathe and my throat was beginning to hurt with each thrust. His dick was a good size when it was elsewhere. In my mouth, that kind of hurt, especially when he was forcing it further and further. I gagged and he obviously hadn't heard me. I had so much saliva built up in my throat and I couldn't even swallow. I panted loud enough for him to hear me and he pulled out. I sat up and gasped, swallowing my saliva as well as his fluid. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I got carried away."

"It's okay," I said, my voice rasping. I cleared my throat and he moved down to the only opening I had for him. It sucked not being able to have him go in elsewhere, but I enjoyed myself regardless. He kissed moments before sitting up so he could slide into my hole slowly. I groaned against his lips and dug my nails into his shoulder. That was my thing. It hurt when we started and I tensed up, which turned him on more. He moved in me slowly, not pulling out. He moved my legs so it was easier for him and he used one hand to rub my erect self. He gripped me tightly as he moved and I moaned. "Force," I gasped, panting. He moved his hand up and down my shaft, thumbing the tip gently. A series of ah's exploded out of me and he thought I was in pain for a moment. Well, I was, but I didn't want him to stop. I told him that.

He kept moving, speeding up and ramming into me as he'd done in my mouth. My body shook as he rocked me up and down on the bed. I moaned as he continued ramming into me. He kept moving his hand up and down my shaft until I came. I hadn't meant to ejaculate before him, but I did. He rubbed his hand over the white on my stomach and moved it towards his mouth, licking it as he continued to thrust into me.

My back lifted a little as he went deeper, pounding into me faster. I could feel him getting ready and it only took moments for him to shoot his fluid up into me. We both moaned simultaneously and he fell over onto me, collapsing on my stomach. He managed to pull out of me in the process and his sticky wetness stayed inside of me. My breath was sporadic and he breathed heavily. "That was good." That was the first thing I said and I mentally smacked myself. He smiled and chuckled. "No. Really good."

He moved his body off of me and I laid my arm out across the bed. He rolled over and laid on my arm, allowing my hand to clutch his shoulder. He stared up at my face, his body glistening with the dimness of the light. "I love you, Ani." He said it in such a way that I knew he meant it. It warmed my heart more than he would ever know.

I rested my mechno on my stomach, slighting wishing he'd grab it. "I love you, Obi. I love you a lot."

He smiled, taking my hand, turning a little to kiss my arm. "I love you so much, Anakin. Nothing will ever change that." I smiled, snuggling up to him. He allowed me to lift my arm out from under him and he began to rub his thumb along my jaw as I grew tired. He slid one arm beneath me and I wanted to fall asleep, but I didn't at the same time.

He chuckled as I struggled to keep my eyes open. He squeezed my hand and kissed my jaw line very slowly, almost seductively. It made my heart skip quite a bit, but I smiled at his face. I leaned far enough to kiss his nose. Every part of my body was warm all over, throbbing even, in places. I didn't want to push it any further in case he hurt himself during that. I was happy just having him hold me. "I'm glad you did that," I whispered.

He perked up. "Really?" he said, smirking at me. "I was going to be very upset with myself if you weren't."

I chuckled, rolling to climb on top of him. I kissed him lovingly, smiling against his warm lips.I pulled away briefly, still smiling. "You always know what makes me feel better." He tried maneuvering me so that he could pin me down again, but I gripped him by the wrists to kiss him deeply once again, letting our moans fill the quiet room.

He chuckled, nuzzling my nose. "I'm surprised that we're not officially tempted to get married yet."

I jumped a bit in surprise. "Oh." I hadn't given that any thought seeing as though we've only been together for a few months. Granted, I've known him a lot longer. I wasn't down the thought at all. I've wanted to be his for quite some time, but… With the war over our heads, we had to focus on our duties to the Jedi Order and the Republic over our attachments. It was hard to do sometimes, but we managed to get by.

There were times when we could be together, even if that entailed sneaking off to make love on occasion. I loved this man with everything I had. I just hoped we'd be okay while waiting. That disappointed me a lot more than I showed. I sighed, kissing him, forcing myself to smile widely. "Yeah. I see why we could consider that." I chuckled, getting off of him and off the bed to redress myself. I sat on the edge of the bed after I pulled my boxers on and I reached up to rub my thumb over his delicate lips. "You're so sweet to me," I whispered.

I handed his clothes from the floor to him, letting him dress himself. I watched him, eyeing him lovingly as he put his boxers and pants on, but left his chest uncovered. He noticed me staring at him and he smirked. Without any notice whatsoever, my com went off all the way across the room. I cursed and leapt up to go grab it, answering it quickly. I couldn't help but watch Obi-Wan as he laid out across the bed, whispering, "Come here." My eyes and mind went places I thoroughly enjoyed. "Anakin, you're drooling," he said in my mind. I quickly wiped over my mouth, my ears turning bright red. I mouthed an apology to him before speaking.

"Skywalker." I listened intently to Yoda's voice as he asking me to speak with him in private. He wanted me to go to the communications room and turn on the holoprojector. I gave him my affirmative answer even though my nerves began to shoot a wave of paranoia through my body.

I shut the com off and closed my eyes. Obi-Wan's hand rested on my shoulder as he turned me to face him so he could kiss me. I enjoyed being taller than him only because he had to make an extra amount of effort to reach my lips. "Don't stress yourself over anything, okay? I'm sure he only wants a mission briefing from you." I nodded, squeezing his hand before grabbing a spare shirt that was lying about, throwing it and my pants on.

I kissed him one more time before leaving the room, sadly leaving him to the darkness of the room we just shared our love in. It upset me to leave him. I hated any amount of time apart from him. When I was with him, my body acted on instinct and my heart leapt with joy. I think – no. I know he's made me the happiest I've ever been. Every look, every touch, every feeling… They'd all been amplified when I was around him. The only time feeling the way I did about him bothered me was when he'd walk in on one of my mission briefings to the men and I'd get an insta-boner. He knew and he always laughed at me when I'd move closer to a holoprojector or place both hands in front of myself in an attempt to push it down a bit. I shook my head as I walked to the communications room. I felt like a lightsaber had been rammed inside of my pants. Damn boner. Even thinking about Obi-Wan giving me an erection caused it. I sighed in frustration as I reached the door. I would have to try to project only the upper half of myself…