POV: Obi-Wan Kenobi

I had regained at least a fraction of Anakin's trust in the last few hours. I tried to be the man he fell in love with again. I don't know what came over me, but I would never willingly or intentionally strike him. This is exactly why the Jedi were forbidden from attachments. When angered by a loved one, you become blinded in said anger. I was angry at Anakin and I hurt him. He had every right to be mad at me and I had absolutely no right to abuse him as I did. Anakin was my lover, not my pet or my slave for that matter. He was free to be angry, to be sad, and to be hurt. Anakin could be everything he wanted to be.

If I hadn't regained his trust, we wouldn't be in the position we were in right now.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted over and over, his hands gripping at the bed sheets, sweat glistening over his beautiful chest and abdomen. He moaned as I thrust into him. I ran my hand along his right side, rubbing his sweaty skin, smiling. His repetitive fuck turned into yes, Obi-Wan, yes. His eyes finally opened and he gasped, staring up at me. I saw his fire burning in bright blue embers. He arched forward a bit and pulled me down so our lips came into contact.

"Ani," I moaned around his lips. His mouth slid down from mine to my neck, his teeth grazing the skin gently. His breathing was ragged and I knew he was close. My sweet lover was easy to please, which was always a good thing. I could either really piss him off, or make him really happy. Right now, I was making him really happy. This was the first time in at least a few weeks that we'd made love and I was happy that he'd asked me to make love to him. He threw his head back, his hair and arms splayed over the bedspread. "I love you," I said twice, nipping at his jaw.

"I-I-I," he moaned and gasped simultaneously. "I love you." He shook slightly and I took his flesh hand in one of mind, keeping the other on his side, rubbing over his ribs slowly.

As soon as our fingers entwined, I knew he was going to burst. "Come for me," I whispered seductively. He squeezed my hand harder and screamed – literally screamed – my name as he released himself. His seed was spread over his stomach and I smiled sweetly as he panted. He asked me to keep going until I came and I did. I leaned over him and licked his erect nipples one at a time, still wanting him aroused. Within a matter of minutes, my warmth spread into him and he moaned in unison with me.

He reached up and stroked my beard lightly as I pulled out of him and laid on top of him. Our members were pressed against one another and it was extremely warm. He smiled blissfully. "I love you so much, Obi," he whispered. I brushed his hair back out of his eyes and kissed his nose.

"I love you, Ani, just as much." Our chests were both slick with sweat, but neither of us really minded it. We haven't been very intimate lately and that was my own fault. Had I treated him better and remained faithful to him, we would be completely fine. I grimaced at the bruise forming on his neck and cheekbones. I lightly stroked over his cheekbone and frowned.

He flinched a bit, but raised his hand to hold mine while cupping his cheek. "Don't look so sad," he said, a faint teasing manner to his voice. He kissed my arm and stared up at me. "Everything heals eventually, Obi. I'll be just fine."

I nodded solemnly and kissed his forehead. "Do you want to shower now or in the morning, my love?"

He chuckled, and then yawned. "I'm sleepy, Obi." I rolled off of him and laid beside him. He rolled onto his side to face me and I knew exactly how he wanted to sleep. I laid on my back and held my arms out. He smiled gratefully and came closer, fitting himself into my arms. His head rested on my chest, his hand on my stomach.

I stroked his hair and smiled. His eyes were already closed and he had a wide smile spread across his lips. "Get some sleep, Ani. Sweet dreams."

"Same to you," he responded, slightly slurring with his exhaustion. After maybe ten minutes, he was fast asleep. I slid my hand down from his hair and held his shoulder. He'd been so tense whenever I'd tried holding him close to me like this. To have him at ease and within my reach again made my heart speed up more than it already was. I held his hand on my stomach and closed my eyes.

I was happy again now that he himself returned to his happiness. I was afraid I would never see him happy again after everything that's happened between us both lately. My sweet Anakin was good natured and he has always been emotional. If he was betrayed, angry, sad, happy, he had ways of making that evident. I loved and envied that about him. His feelings burst out of him like flames. Sometimes he had no control over it, sometimes he did. The times he did, I envied it. He kept his anger pent up inside of him until he reached his breaking point.

I rubbed his warm back, tracing a scar he'd received from one of our missions a few months ago. He had gotten too close to my lightsaber and now he had a scar that matched the one on his right eye. The scar on his face was very small in comparison to what I'd done to him. He'd only been trying to save me and I'd…swung at the wrong moment. The fact that I hadn't killed him in that swift movement had been a miracle.

I sighed and rubbed into it gently. This wasn't the only scar I'd given Anakin. His back was physical proof of one scar, but I had scarred his heart one too many times and I wasn't sure that they were able to be mended.

The next morning.

I was awoken rather quickly as Anakin lunged from the bed. I sat up. He'd ripped himself from me, not even attempting to dress himself, and ran out of our bedroom and into the refresher. I got up swiftly and followed him. I didn't like how he sounded right now. He was heaving up everything he'd eaten today. I knelt beside him and rubbed his back, waiting it out. Once he was done, he slid back onto his rear and looked at me, exhausted. "I didn't know you were sick," I said quietly, pressing my hand to his forehead. He was as hot as hell. "Baby, you're burning up." Now I was concerned.

"I've been getting sick a lot lately," he said sadly. "I probably caught some bug." I raised an eyebrow. It seemed like he was only saying that to ease my conscience. He'd said this before we left Mandalore as well and I'd believed him then. His eyes widened when he realized I was looking at him skeptically. "What?" he asked, all too innocent.

"I want you to get checked out," I said, putting as much authority into my voice as I could muster. I attempted to pull one of my Master-voices on him, but he'd laughed at me even as my Padawan. Now that he was my lover and a Knight, he laughed even harder.

We left the refresher shortly thereafter, dressed ourselves in our Jedi attire very loosely, and went downstairs where I made breakfast for the two of us since Satine and Padme were still asleep. Anakin was busying himself with the straps on the glove covering his mechno and I turned slightly to watch him. It seemed like a nervous habit to me. He messed with it too roughly as a result of whatever was on his mind and he short circuited the false hand. "Fuck," he hissed. "Damn it," he added, his frustration seeping out of him. He was trying to fix it now and that proved to be difficult.

I walked over to him and offered him my help and he gave me a curious look. "I know I'm no Anakin Skywalker when it comes to things like this, but I can try to help if you tell me what you need me to do." He nodded and gave me a few orders. I slipped the glove off and fixed the strap that had been attached to the circuit that blew. In these few moments, he taught me how to recharge the circuit just by crossing a few of the wires together. It was intriguing. I'd never paid much attention to the hand. Not as much as he did anyway.

A spark flew from the wiring and he smiled, flexing his fingers. "That, my love, is how you fix my hand." He slipped the glove back on and smiled up at me. I wasn't sure if he was testing me or if he'd actually done it on accident. The gratitude on his face made it seem as though it had been an accident. I leaned closer to him and kissed his forehead. "I know it's not like my real hand," he whispered as my lips lingered on his skin, my beard rubbing against his hair gently. "I know it's not…natural," he added, "and I'm sorry."

I pulled back and knelt in front of him. "My Ani, I love you." I took his mechno in my hands and kissed its artificial knuckles before smiling at him. "I love every part of you. This changes nothing. You know that. I have said that since it happened." He nodded slowly, still unhappy with his hand. It had been like this for the last few months. It took a while for me to get used to it and it took him even longer. He liked tinkering with it because it was, in fact, a machine, but he hated it because he felt that it 'ruined his human image.' "You're not a cyborg just because you have a mechanical hand, my sweet." Again, I kissed the knuckle on it. "You're still my Anakin, my love, my everything. You always have been and you always will be."

His sad look changed instantly and he was happier now. "That makes me feel a lot better," he said, and I felt his sincerity. He truly did feel better. I would tell him the same thing each and every time he was down about it. The fact that he had a cybernetic attachment did nothing to alter my love for him. If anything, it made me love him more. It had been my fault, and I'd blamed myself for it to this day. Had I been faster, more observant, I wouldn't have been injured and he wouldn't have had to face Dooku on his own while I'd laid on the floor, watching helplessly as I was in pain.

I rubbed his chest where his tunic hung open and his skin was exposed. "I love you for all that you are, Anakin." I met his eyes and saw the love in his. He was genuinely happy right now and it made me feel happier. Every mistake I'd made in the last few weeks seemed to correct itself now. I promised him I would show him that I loved him and I intended on doing so. He deserved that because he's shown his love for me nearly every day for the last few years. The way his skin crinkled around his eyes with his wide smile warmed my heart. I would do anything to keep him this way. My Anakin deserved to look and be as happy as he was now. It was my duty as his lover to make him as happy as he made me, and he made me very happy.

A/N: First of all, thank you all for the wonderful reviews. I'm so glad to see that you're still enjoying reading this as much as I enjoy writing it! Secondly, I will now be writing this on my own, so updates should be coming a bit more often now. I've begun another Obi-Wan/Anakin story on my main account, Synthetic-Skywalker, and I've evened both stories out in regards to chapter length, so I will try my best to update them both simultaneously. If you would like to read the story on my main account, look me up and read Indulgence. I hope you all enjoy it as much as you enjoy this one! Thank you all for your support. Until next time!