POV: Anakin Skywalker
"Obi-Wan, you're hurting me!" During the night, Obi-Wan rolled over in his sleep. He was fucking my neck up and I couldn't move unless I woke him up and asked him to move the hell off of me. It didn't help that I was feeling extremely sick. It's been two weeks since I took the pregnancy test myself and I still had yet to see a droid and even broach the idea with Obi-Wan."Damn it, Obi!" I tried shoving him, but he was dead weight on me. "Ugh!" I groaned, giving up. My neck and arms were hurting. I'd always been able to move him off, so what was wrong now? I gave up and shifted him with the Force, which, of course, abruptly woke him up.
I laid there as he leapt from the bed and grabbed his lightsaber, activating it and spinning to make sure I was okay. "What the hell is going on?" he cried out, his eyes wide. His eyes then roamed over me, checking every inch of me that was visible above our blanket.
"I had a kink in my neck," I said, shrugging, "and you wouldn't wake up, so I kind of…forced you off of me." I paused as he took a moment to let that sink in. "Literally." He sighed and deactivated the azure blade, turning on a light beside the bed, only lighting the room dimly. He sat back down on the bed and slid beneath the blanket with me. "What's wrong?" I watched him lay back, still in an upright position.
"All I do is hurt you lately." Oh, great. Here we go again. I groaned and rolled my eyes, rolling over to face away from him. He let out another sigh and leaned closer to me, planting kisses along my shoulder, bicep, and onward until he reached my mechno fingers. "I'm sorry I didn't wake up. I normally do."
He gently tugged on my shoulder and I rolled over willingly, staring up at him. "It's okay. I got you off of me anyway," I said, trying to lighten the mood again, to no avail. He frowned and stared down at the blanket, nervously playing with the fold of it. "Obi, don't do this, okay? I thought we were past this."
"Well, you were wrong. You got past it." I stared at him, wide-eyed, not particularly liking the tone of his voice as he said that. I sat up and pulled my knees up to my chest, the blanket hanging over them as I leaned forward to rest my head on my arms that I circled around my knees. I looked at him sadly and tried to make him see that I didn't like talking about this anymore. It bothered him more than it bothered me, which was understandable, but I was the one who got hurt and I moved on. Why couldn't he?
He leaned towards me to kiss from the center of my back up to my right shoulder. We were both silent and I was waiting. I didn't know what to say to him that would make him feel better. That thought alone made me unhappy. "I don't like this," I mumbled. He pulled away, acting as if I'd burned him. "I didn't mean the kisses," I said, rolling my eyes.
"What did you mean then?" He sounded defensive and I knew I was treading on thin ice.
"This. I'm perfectly fine," I began. Sure, it was a lie, but oh well. "You can't seem to stop drowning yourself and I don't understand." I had looked away from him as I said that and his strong hand grabbed my jaw and made me look him in the eyes.
"I can't forgive myself for what I did to you, Anakin," he growled. My heart stopped and my insides froze. I wasn't even breathing as I stared into his angered eyes. There was some feral side to him that I just…didn't want to believe I was seeing. I opened my mouth to speak, but then I was on my back and he was above me, looming as he has been practically every night. "Shall we try for a baby again, my love?"
I wanted to say no, but I was honestly afraid of what he'd do if I did, so I nodded silently. As normal, he slid himself up the length of my body until I was able to take his member's length – entirely – into my mouth. I'd gotten used to him shoving himself into my mouth. Despite liking it, I wished he'd let us switch positions, at least for one night.
He moaned as I did what I knew he wanted. I licked around his head as he pulled back, and then I took him in and slid my tongue up the veins of his length. He kept it at a fairly steady pace tonight, which I suppose I could be grateful for. He'd been forcing me to do a lot of this lately, even after I told him I didn't feel up to it because I was nauseated. He took that as I was getting sick of him, so then I felt guilty and I'd give in.
He pulled out of my mouth completely after a few minutes and I watched him curiously. That was a lot shorter than it usually was. He moved down my chest, licking over my pectorals and nipples, stopping to suck on both of them individually until they were hard nubs. I moaned and closed my eyes, lifting my flesh hand to stroke his hair.
I opened my eyes and shivered as his warm mouth left my nipples to the cool air around the room. He trailed further, licking the rest of my skin leading to my own aching member. "Oh, fuck," I dragged out as his lips planted kisses on my tip. I shuddered and thought about thrusting up into his mouth, but I decided not to. I was surprised that he'd actually taken a few minutes himself to suck on me. He did it until I was practically pleading for him to make love to me.
"I love you, Ani," he whispered as he began to guide himself to my entrance. I smiled and returned his words. He gently slid himself into me and we moaned together. "You're…" he trailed off. "Are you worried or something? You're usually not so tight." He rubbed over my thighs and my cheeks burned. "You aren't this tense either. What's wrong? What did I do now?"
I gasped as he moved slightly. He was only leaning over me, but he also moved inside of me and it felt so good. "Nothing's wrong, Obi."
"Don't you lie to me."
"I'm not –"
And the good moment came to an abrupt end. "Shut up. I know you're lying." I started to protest, but it felt like he used the Force to silence me. That was…new. He grabbed my hips and started to thrust very roughly and I moaned into the Force hand over my mouth. I tried to watch him, but it was difficult. I kept closing my eyes and alternatively moaning or groaning.
He let go of his hold on my mouth and I breathed heavily. "Obi-Wan, I love you," I said huskily. I was getting so close to climaxing and, at first, I wasn't sure if that's what he wanted to do tonight. He pounded into me and gripped my member roughly, making me hiss as well as moan.
He didn't return those words and I didn't really give it a second thought. His warm hand was wrapped around me and he was pumping me, wanting me to release as he thrust into me. Eventually, I did. I was blinded by how good it felt, but then the sickness started to come back. I dreaded it. That had been one of my fears. Getting sick during sex would totally turn him off. I tried to swallow it down and enjoy this as much as I possibly could.
He squeezed my member as he ran his hand up and down the shaft and I lost it, screaming, his name as I released more of myself into his hand. I guess he realized I wasn't finished yet. It was funny because I hadn't realized it myself. He threw his hips forward, slamming me at a slow pace now and we groaned simultaneously. He made sure he was hitting my prostate and I attempted to slide into his thrusts even though I felt like I was glued to the bed.
I felt that feral part of him returning and it made me stare at his face. "Fuck! Anakin!" he cried out, releasing. I moaned at how warm it was. I always did. I liked feeling his warmth. "Oh…oh, yes." He smiled and stroked my thighs. "Mm, Anakin."
He kept saying my name over and over like it was something delicious, and I suppose it was to him. It made my heart pound in my chest at how seductive he looked and sounded. "My Obi-Wan," I returned fiercely.
He slid his hands over my sweat-slicked abdomen and smiled widely. "I like how possessive we are of one another." His eyes lowered from my own, directing their attention to my stomach. "Do you think we finally got what we've been hoping for?" You, I corrected mentally.
"I don't know." I paused and raised an eyebrow, exhaling raggedly. "Do you think rough sex is going to get me pregnant?"
He shrugged and laughed. It wasn't his normal, beautiful laugh. He sounded…off. "Maybe." He leaned down to kiss my stomach. "I want a baby with you, Anakin."
"Obi, we've discussed this. We can't get –"
"Yes, we can." I shut my mouth, which was something rare for me. "I told you adoption isn't an option. I want you to carry my baby."
I resisted the urge to tell him that I took a test and got positive. "Why? Why do we have to have a baby through some means which is impossible for us? If we adopt, we can still get a baby."
"I want a biological baby!"
I winced and he raised his hand, almost as if he was going to hit me, which I hoped he wouldn't. "Obi, calm down. Listen, and rationalize this with me. You and I can't –"
He pulled out of me quickly and I gasped, then he backhanded me, instantly drawing blood from my lips that was cut as it rubbed over my teeth. "Stop saying that. I know it's possible. We're going to have a baby that's got our genetics."
The right side of my face stung and I fought back the tears that wanted to come out. He was being harsh and it was unwarranted. I was only telling him the truth. Sure, call me a pessimist, but men can't get pregnant. "You already have a genetic baby," I said quickly, not thinking it through before I blurted it out at him.
His eyes widened and that's when my Obi-Wan came back. "You think I want that thing? It's Satine, not you! I want a baby with you, Ani!"
I winced as he spit a little on me. It wasn't intentional, I knew that. "So what makes a baby with me any different from the one you're having with Satine? They're both babies, and they'd both be linked to you."
"Consider this conversation over." I was going to yell something profane at him, but I just laid there and watched him get off of the bed and dress himself before leaving me alone in our dimly lit bedroom. I closed my eyes and tried to release some of my feelings into the Force. I was hurt, confused, angry, sad. I was a lot of things right now, and I wasn't sure if pregnant was one of them.
"Ah, fuck you. You'll just come back and apologize like you always do," I muttered. I got up, slightly wobbly, and grabbed boxers from the dresser, slipping them on. I got back into the bed and rolled onto my side so I faced the center of the bed. I pulled the blanket up to my shoulder and silently cried. I really didn't like who he was becoming. I expected myself to be aggressive and pushy about sex, but damn. Obi-Wan has taken his polite, calm mannerism and completely fucked it somewhere along the way of our relationship.
Right now, I would blame that on Satine. It was the only thing I could pinpoint at this moment in time. After all the time he and I spent together, he'd never been like this. Satine was the one who ruined us. Damn bitch slept with him and is having his baby. As much as I loathed her for it, I was saddened by the fact that he kept ranting about how he wanted nothing to do with that 'monster' as he so kindly put it.
Instinctively and defensively, my hand slid to my stomach and caressed it. If I was having his baby, that if being used very strongly, what would stop him from leaving me? What would deem our child something other than a monster? I wished I could understand him. I tried to understand, but he was traveling some path that I just…couldn't keep up with.