POV: Obi-Wan Kenobi

I woke up when I heard the shower running. I assumed it was Anakin only because his warm, sexy body wasn't laying beside mine right now. If he wasn't with me, he was either in the shower or on the couch, more than likely eating. I pushed myself up with a groan and pulled the bare minimum of clothing on, that being my boxers. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and stumbled out of the room and into the hallway. "Ani," I said with a yawn, knocking on the door. "Lover, I'm awake."

"And I'm downstairs." I glanced down at where his voice had come from and raised an eyebrow. This shower was our shower. That meant someone in there was defiling the one place Anakin and I were able to make love while naked and wet. I swallowed and headed towards the stairway, peering over it to see him on the couch with his holo. "Good morning, my love," he whispered, looking up from the device.

I smiled and headed down the stairs, not caring that Padme was in the kitchen once again. She wouldn't mind my being half naked. I knew Anakin certainly wouldn't. I approached him and knelt in front of him to press my lips to his. "Good morning, my Anakin." I felt him trembling beneath my touch and I gave him a concerned look. I immediately placed one hand to his stomach, giving him a look of question.

He shook his head and shot a brief glance in Padme's direction before whispering, "The baby's fine."

"Then what is it?" He shrugged and I knew that was his way of trying not to worry me. I moved his legs apart and crawled between them, pulling his hips a little so I could rub my bare chest against his layered bulge. "You're going to tell me, my sweet," I said, amused at the reaction from him. My actions elicited a moan from his gorgeous lips and his eyes rolled.

"Stop that for a second and I'll tell you," he countered. I chuckled and stood, moving to sit beside him. I pulled my legs up and sat cross-legged. He sighed and turned, resting his back on the armrest of the couch. I pulled his legs over my lap and stroked from his knee to his ankle on his left leg. He looked distressed and I wondered strangely if I'd done something wrong once again. "I had a nightmare," he said timidly, lowering his face so I couldn't look at him directly. "About you." He confirmed my thoughts and I frowned. He looked up then and extended his mechno hand towards me, which I instinctively took. "It's okay," he whispered.

"Did I hurt you in the nightmare?" He bit his lip and it was my turn to sigh. "Anakin, my love, you know I'm doing everything in my power to protect you." He nodded. "When's our appointment with the counselor today?"

"In an hour," he whispered.

"Are you nervous?"

"A bit."

I lifted his mechno to my lips and kissed it gently. "We'll be okay. We're going to figure out what's wrong with me, sweetheart." He flinched a little at that and I corrected myself. "We're going to figure out why I've been acting like this towards you is what I meant, Ani."

"I know." He pulled his legs back and moved forward so that he was on his knees. He arched over me slightly and kissed me. He was moving his lips at a deliberately planned slow pace and it was killing me. I was having a hard time resisting the urge to rip his clothes off. I resorted to resting one hand on his hip, wrapping my other arm around his waist.

When he pulled away to breathe, I didn't even realize that I was in motion. I'd moved quickly and he slammed down onto the couch, bouncing slightly as I crawled on top of him. He was laughing nervously and I tilted my head to nip at his Adam's apple. His hips jerked forward and our erections hit one another. "Fuck," I growled lowly. "I want you."

Once again, his actions were deliberate. He spread his legs and let me fit between them. I rubbed over his stomach, down his right side, and around as much of his ass as I could since the cushion was blocking me from some of that warm, beautiful masterpiece of his that he allowed me to make love to. He thrust up against me and I lost it. I started yanking his tight pants down, having difficulty. He groaned loudly every time I rubbed against his clothed cock and that drew the naïve spectator's attention. "Boys!" Padme yelled, her voice reflecting her embarrassment. Anakin was still rubbing against me. Well, until a huge thing of chicken was thrown at us.

"Padme!" we both yelled simultaneously.

Anakin was stroking the back of my head where I'd been struck, his eyes displaying his concern. "Take the sex upstairs, you two."

"But the couch is closer," Anakin whined. His lip jutted out in his perfect, cute pout and I couldn't help leaning forward to suck at his throat. My head was throbbing from the frozen poultry Padme had thrown at me, but I'd manage. I knew I would because Anakin was in my presence. He surprised me with a shaky, loud moan. "Ugh," he groaned a moment later.

"What is it?" I immediately stopped and pulled away to stare at him. His face was bright red and I raised an eyebrow. He moved me so carefully and precisely that I immediately knew what happened. I laughed deeply and that only added to his embarrassment. "Oh, my sweet Anakin," I said, teasing him a bit as he rolled over onto his knees on the floor.

He stood up and attempted to hide the issue, but it was very obvious. "Shut the fuck up," he muttered as he turned away to head upstairs. "I feel like a fucking teenager," was the last thing he said before trudging up the stairs to change his soiled pants. It certainly had been a while since he'd done that. The last time he actually had, he was a teenager. Padme giggled in the kitchen and I smirked at her.

An hour later.

Anakin was turned away from me slightly, his legs crossed, his flesh hand balled up so that his chin could rest on his knuckles. He was pretending to read some sign on the wall across from us, but we both knew he was still embarrassed. "Oh, come now," I said quietly, nudging him in the ribs. He jerked a bit and gave me a soft glare. "You're still young."

"Not a teenager," he murmured.

I rolled my eyes and leaned closer to him to kiss his shoulder. "It's cute."

"Coming in my pants is cute?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Let's see you jizz in your pants at your age," he scoffed quietly. No one was able to hear us and I only laughed when he looked away, his blush going from ear to ear.

"It could be the pregnancy," I suggested, shrugging.

"When I start pissing myself, then yes it'll be the pregnancy. I don't think it has any bearing on my sexual release."

"Sweet love of mine," I began, "you're being too hard on yourself. It was an accident. Don't be upset." I took his mechno in both of mine and stared at his face. He shrugged and cast his gaze towards the floor, giving me his little whatever shrug. "Ani baby," I whined quietly. He finally looked over at me and I leaned my head against his shoulder, petting his gloved hand. When he rested his head on mine, I knew things would be fine.

"I'm kind of mad at myself for doing it," he whispered, "but you could be right. You're right about this being an overreaction, too."

I shook my head. "You're emotional, not overreactional."

"That's not a word."

"I know," I said with a smile. He chuckled and pressed his lips to my hair before we both straightened up, my hands still holding his mechno. "I love you, my little Ani."

"I love you, old man." He nuzzled his nose against mine and someone behind us made a disgusted sound.

I glanced over my shoulder, completely ruining the sweet moment between the two of us. "Have you got a problem with us, sir?" Anakin sighed and looked over his shoulder. The man who'd snarled in disgust looked buff, but I was sure the two of us if not one of us could take him on. He stood and smiled.

"I see you've got a whore," he said, nodding towards Anakin. I felt Anakin's dismay and hurt. He didn't even look like a whore. He was just being his sweet, loving self as he always was. How could anything we've done in her resemble that of whoring around with one another? "Why don't you drop him off in his brothel and spend some time with me?"

That hit me at the very core. Any remark about Anakin and slavery got a rise out of me. I stood and Anakin desperately tried to stop me. "Obi-Wan," he warned. He was slightly lifted from his seat and his eyes were pleading with me to relax and think for a moment before I acted. It was odd how our roles had suddenly reversed. I assumed it was because he was pregnant now, but I really wasn't sure.

The other man raised his eyebrow. "Or am I wrong? You're his whore?"

"No one is anyone's whore," Anakin growled. He stood beside me and I took his hand in mine again. I shifted slightly into a protective stance. If anything were to happen, I would protect him and our child first and foremost.

The man came closer to us until he was nearly breathing on us. Anakin recoiled in disgust and I couldn't blame him. This man smelled of sex and alcohol. It smelled like it's been forever since the man even entered a shower. I was stunned when he gripped Anakin's jaw firmly and forced him to stare into his eyes. Anakin's mechno hand was wrenched from its hold on the chair and he slammed the man in the face with a sickening crunch. I could only assume Anakin had fractured some part of his skull. His hand had enough power to commit such an act.

I glanced at my lover to see a satisfied smirk as the other man groaned in pain and held his temple. "What the fuck is in your hand?" he cried out.

"A shit load of durasteel and cybernetic material," he said matter-of-factly. He flexed his false fingers and smiled deviously at the other man. "Think a whore with a hand like this would allow himself to be fucked over by someone else? Nah. I've got enough power in this hand to kill you and you should be grateful that I've spared you."

I tried to stifle a laugh as Anakin glowered at the man. The other man was still reeling from Anakin's blow and it was quite funny. I loved Anakin when he was like this. His mechno brought out the immense power he truly had, though he was capable of so much power regardless of his hand. "Skywalkers," a young voice announced behind us. Anakin and I turned and he nodded.

"That's me." He paused and looked at me. "Er, us." He wasn't sure which last name we'd take when we finally were married and I was leaning more so towards his last name because Obi-Wan Skywalker sounded far better than Anakin Kenobi. The young woman nodded and motioned for us to enter a hallway.

I smiled at him and our fingers entwined as we walked. I led him back to the only door that was open and we entered what was to be our first counseling session. Force, I truly hoped things would turn out much better after this…