POV: Obi-Wan Kenobi

Satine and Padme were being very cautious today, even though Satine chose to unleash the bitch within on me in front of Anakin. She threatened me to help her with the child and I hardly wanted to now. She kept going on about how she would tell the Council about the relationship Anakin and I had. They were both informed of the extent of our relationship after last night's not entirely quiet love making between the two of us. Padme, much to my disliking, seemed revolted by our relationship and I understand why after Anakin discussed with me how their relationship had been at one point. He hadn't cheated on me, so I wasn't angry with him for any of what he said. If anything, it made me trust him more. He was very faithful and loyal to me and he was just the kind of man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I trusted him with my life and, more importantly, my heart. He'd been loyal to me since becoming my Padawan all those years ago. I knew he would never betray me in any fashion. Anakin wasn't one to betray someone he cared very much about.

We were lying on the couch downstairs. I was on my back and he was curled up between me and the back of the couch, his arm draped over my side. He felt so warm and I wasn't sure if that was particularly a good thing right now. With the way he was feeling, I worried. "Ani," I whispered, rubbing his back. He looked up at me and smiled lazily. "I love you very much. I hope you don't forget that. Even with all of Satine's constant bitching, I am very much in love with you, my sweet, young lover."

His lips pecked my chest and he nodded, his eyes lighting up happily. "I love you just as much, Obi. You're everything I want and more." My fingers ghosted over the bacta patches on his back and he shivered. "Stop it," he hissed. He was unhappy with me because I was dwelling on the injuries I'd given him. His neck and cheekbones were bruising quicker now and he'd bled through the bacta earlier.

"I'm still very sorry, Anakin."

He pushed himself up and laid completely on my chest. I registered the fact that he was very hard against me, and that I was very hard against him, and that our hard members were touching despite the fabric separating them. "You're still my love. I don't love you any less. You know I can't do that. You know I love you." I nodded and he played with my beard absentmindedly. It was actually very adorable to watch. It felt funny, but I liked it.

"You're too forgiving of me," I said quietly, watching his face. His eyes lifted from my beard to meet my own and he frowned. "I'm not saying that's a bad thing, Ani. I'm just worried that you'll always forgive me no matter how much I hurt you." He shook his head and I continued, wanting him to know how I felt about this. "You forgave me even after I cheated and impregnated another person. Anakin, you forgave me after I physically damaged you. How is that healthy for you?"

"It's not," he shrugged. A teasing smile spread across his lips then and I sighed. "The way I feel about you is healthy. Not all relationships are picture perfect, Obi." He went back to play with my beard and I rolled my eyes. Sometimes he could act like such a child, but I loved that side of him too much to ever comment negatively on it. "We fight; we make it through the bullshit." He leaned forward and kissed the left side of my mouth. "Why? Because we love each other," he added softly.

I took his flesh hand in mine and kissed his palm. "I'm grateful to have you, Anakin. Grateful and thankful. You truly are compassionate and I admire you for that." I chuckled and added, "I desire you for that."

He smiled childishly and laughed. He moved back and I sat up. I scooted back so that my back was against the armrest of the couch. He came back to me and straddled my legs. "I desire you for more reasons than one." He kissed my lips and then trailed over my jaw, down my neck, and across my throat. He nipped lightly at my Adam's apple and I stroked his hair. "One reason in particular is your soft skin."

I rolled my eyes again. I suppose my skin was soft, but that was because I had certain soaps and such to make it that way. Once Anakin discovered that, he used it to his advantage every time we showered together. The way he rubbed it over me always ended with some hot sex and that thought alone made me smile. He loved shower sex. He tapped my nose gently and I refocused. "Hm?"

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, mildly curious. I could hear his mind questioning if he was the one occupying my thoughts right now and I smiled, kissing his lips.

"I'm thinking about steamy sex with you within the confines of our shower on Coruscant, or even on the Resolute." He's smuggled me onto it a few times and I've requested to be on the flagship with him as well. His shower within his private quarters was small, but it suited us better. I was able to lift him without much of a fight. Even on his bad days, that shower made it easy to hug him and kiss him all over because he had nowhere else to move to.

He smiled seductively and ground his hardness over my own. I moaned and reached up instinctively, grasping his hips. "I admit, the shower on the Resolute is my favorite of the two."

"If you two are quite finished," Satine interrupted, destroying our moment. Anakin, more out of aggravation than embarrassment, shifted off of me. All I wanted to do was pull him back down onto me. Hell, if it pissed Satine off, I'd make love to Anakin right here, right now. I let him move because I knew how stubborn he was, especially since Satine loved interfering with our sweet moments. She never interrupted moments where we fought. Well, until I'd thrown Anakin through a table that is.

I sat up and immediately placed my hand on Anakin's thigh just as he was moving to leave the couch. He gave me a questioning look and I gave him one right back that was pleading for him to stay. I didn't like how distant he was getting because of Satine. I knew it was my fault, but I wanted him close. I knew he wanted to be close. He left at times as a sign of respect for my privacy, but I didn't want privacy. I wanted things within our relationship to be kept private and intimate. Everything else around us, I wanted him involved. I wanted to keep nothing from him now. I owed him that. "What do you need, Satine?" I asked with a sigh.

I shifted my hand and used Force tendrils to pull his hand closer to mine so I could mingle our fingers together. I rubbed my thumb over his mechno and knew he was watching. He could feel in this hand sometimes, but not as much as he felt with his real hand. "Obi-Wan, I would like to speak with you in private."

I laughed and Anakin gave me a startled look. "Whatever you have to say to me can be said in front of Anakin. He is my lover and I will not keep secrets any longer."

She rolled her eyes. "Such a romantic," she said sarcastically. "This conversation is about him."

I straightened up and Anakin tensed. I felt it in his hand. I glanced at him quickly before growing defensive. "Go on." Watch what you say, bitch is what I wanted to add, but Anakin was trying to keep me on the calm side. He didn't like how aggressive I've been.

"I don't understand why you're wasting your time with a whore," she hissed. Anakin reacted as fast as I did. I was up and off the couch and so was he, his hand against my chest, his eyes wide and fearful.

"Anakin," I said firmly. My eyes were locked with Satine's. This time, she had gone too far. This was a side of her I had never seen before. Never had she used that terminology to describe anyone, let alone Anakin. She respected him very much. I'm sure that was until she discovered that he and I were in a relationship. "Let me go." I enunciated every last word, glaring daggers at the woman who was, but shouldn't be, carrying my child.

"No." He sounded strong and full of authority, but I knew he'd give in if I put enough pressure on him. That was when I snapped back to reality. I could feel his hot breath on my face as he breathed heavily and I felt his flesh hand pulsating against my chest. I stared into his worried eyes and sighed, easing my stance, thus relaxing him in the process.

Satine chuckled behind Anakin and I saw him resist the urge to swing around and backhand her. It was just that twitch in his hand that told me everything. "You are not a whore," I hissed into his mind through our bond. He visibly cringed and his dark blue eyes bore into mine.

"I know, Obi. I don't take anything she says about me to heart. I'm blaming it on the pregnancy hormones or whatever it is." Satine was watching us intently, knowing that we were speaking to each other this way. "Besides," he added. "I'm only a whore for you." He gave me a weak smile and I couldn't help but smile back at him. His smile was contagious. It always had been. That cute, little smirk, the adorable full smile… All of his smiles were beautiful.

I rested my hand over his and held it above my heart. He looked very beautiful. I'm not sure why, but it seemed almost as if he was glowing. Something about him was different, but then again he was still the same. I wasn't sure what I was thinking. "I love you," I whispered aloud. I didn't care that Satine was behind him. I didn't care if she listened or even watched me as I leaned forward and kissed his full lips. He felt stunned, but eased into the kiss moments later. I took his lower lip and sucked on it.

"Ugh," Satine said in disgust. "I swear you two are only good for sexual release."

That was when Anakin broke away and spun on his heel to face her. "Hey, Satine?" Oh, Force. He sounded way to innocent for my liking and the last thing I wanted was for her to find something new to bitch about when he was around. She turned around and raised an eyebrow in question. He chuckled and I knew this was going to be good. "See that banister? I'm pretty sure it's worthy of being a dick for you to fuck." Indeed, it appeared so. I tried my best to hold in a loud laugh as her face turned bright red. Oh, my sweet, lovely Anakin. I smiled at him as she trudged up the stairs embarrassedly.

He turned to face me, his smile a cocky, satisfied grin. "I was thinking about cuddling with you on the couch again, but I suppose we could skip that and go right to the sex because of that," I told him, teasing him. He came closer and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me. I returned the hug and kissed his hair. I loved that he bent down so I could kiss him. It always bothered me to be about a head shorter than him.