The dramatic theatrical production of your concussion, brief bout with unconsciousness, encounter with EMT Quinlan, and recovery ended in a rather unspectacular fashion. You convalesced at home, ignored some of Ben's calls, avoided going to urgent care, and generally laid about the house feeling sorry for yourself until your head felt better. The entire episode had eerily similar themes to your previous head injury at the hands of your tiniest neighbor, but this time you could barely ignore Ben's attentiveness to you.
For one, he called twice a day. Once in the morning, and once in the early evening. The conversations were short, and he was patient with you when you ignored his calls, but the guilt and need were evident in his voice, even over the phone connection. Which had something to do with why you were occasionally ignoring him.
A few days went by in this pattern, and then one day you heard a soft knock at the front door. You rounded the corner by the picture window and saw Ben on the step, holding Anakin's tiny hand with one of his, and a plate of something in the other.
"Hello there." You said, opening the door. Anakin barged into your house without saying hello, leaving Ben on the stoop looking exasperated.
"Well, hello there to you too." He said. "I didn't originally mean to impose, but I see someone else has decided we are visiting."
"I like dis." Anakin declared from your favorite armchair, the one that Ben could see from his window, unbeknownst to you. The toddler bounced his bottom experimentally on the plush fabric and giggled.
"These are for you." Ben said, offering a plate of what looked like red rocks.
"Thanks. I think?" You replied, taking the plate.
"I apologize in advance for any dental harm they may cause. Someone wasn't following the recipe." Ben said with a pointed look in Anakin's direction.
"I see. Coffee?" You asked.
"Yes, please." Ben groaned. "He's had me up since well before dawn, it feels like he poured sand from his sandbox into my eyes."
"I don't like sand!" Anakin hollered from the living room. "Is ucky!"
Ben winced at the noise, and gratefully accepted the mug you handed him. You took the opportunity to look at your neighbor, unapologetically watching the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he drank. His eyes twinkled back at you over the rim of the cup, despite the fatigue on his face.
"Have I told you yet today that you look lovely, my dear?" Ben said quietly. You blushed and looked down at your worn jeans and plain tank top, trying to form some sort of excuse or protest. Ben came forward and caught your chin in his hand, bringing your gaze to his. Your eyes dipped to his lips briefly, and then back up to his impossibly blue eyes.
"May I-"
"Yes." You breathed. And then he was kissing you. Your brain vaguely registered that he set the coffee mug on the counter before his arm slid around your waist, pulling you against him. It was a short and fairly chaste kiss, but it might as well have been a full-blown makeout session for how hot it was. As you pulled apart, your body screamed for more.
"Every time." Ben whispered, his breath ghosting over your face, raising goosebumps.
You reveled in the close proximity, heat rushing around your body in a delicious manner. Then Obi-Wan quietly cursed.
"Anakin has been silent for far too long, I should ensure that he's not destroying your living room." He said, picking up his coffee cup again and proceeding to the next room.
To both of your complete surprise, Anakin was sitting on the couch with a book from your coffee table, carefully turning the pages with his tongue stuck between his teeth as he concentrated.
"Yook!" He pointed at a page. "Buildings!"
"Ah yes, every toddler's favorite, the artistic impact of Frank Lloyd Wright." Ben dropped onto the couch next to Anakin and peered over at the pictures. "I didn't know you had an interest in architecture, Flower. I know a thing or two about the topic, you know."
"Not mine unfortunately, a souvenir left behind by my last partner. I haven't had company in so long, I forgot it was there."
You didn't miss the way Ben hastily looked away at the mention of another partner, and it made a little satisfying warmth bloom in your stomach.
"He was an interior designer, but wanted to go back to school for architecture. No idea if he made it or went into something else. Haven't seen him in at least two years."
Ben's tense shoulders dropped marginally, and he coughed. You settled yourself in your armchair.
"I'm afraid it's been about that long for me as well, my last partner and I separated over career differences, and when Anakin was an infant I simply didn't have enough time in the day for Satine. Last I heard she had met another guy and was well off."
"Oh." Was all you could say.
"This ugly." Anakin interrupted, pointing to a photograph of the Getty museum. You and Ben both chuckled.
"He's got a point." Ben admitted.
You sat in comfortable silence for a few more minutes until Anakin had flipped through the entire book and declared that he had to go potty.
"Right through there." You pointed to the open door of your ensuite. And then darted for the door when you remembered what you'd left next to the sink to dry.
"Hang on! I left some... Uh, dirty clothes out." You lied, shoving the vibrator and the towel you'd used for it into the, thankfully half full, laundry basket.
"Sorry." You said, sliding out of the room past Ben and Anakin. If Ben noticed the way you acted, he didn't comment. You left him to help Anakin and went to the kitchen to do something, anything, to calm your beating heart.
Ben couldn't help it, he wanted to know what you'd needed to go hide. A dark part of himself wanted to see what you felt the need to hide from them.
So of course, he couldn't resist opening up a drawer or two to peek while Anakin was busy. Then he noticed the top of the hamper askew, and found what you'd been so eager to hide.
"Oh, Flower..." Ben sighed. He knew you'd been hiding something, and it turns out it was this delicious little toy. He wondered how often it made you cum, and if his name was on your lips whenever you did.
Anakin flushed the toilet, and Ben silently moved to close the hamper, but not before he spied a pair of your panties. Before he could talk himself out of it, he slipped the panties into the pocket of his cargo shorts and replaced the lid of the hamper. He was going to have a hard time keeping his focus this afternoon, already his fantasies about you writhing in ecstasy at the mercy of your little toy were running rampant in his mind.
"All done!" Anakin chirped, and Ben helped him wash his hands.
You scrubbed at a nonexistent spot on a pot in your sink, using it as an excuse to splash some cold water on your warm face. First that kiss, then the close call with the vibrator, your poor nerves were fried and it wasn't even lunchtime yet.
At the thought of lunch, your stomach growled.
"Ben?" You called, hearing the sink in the bathroom turn off.
"Yes, Flower?" Ben replied. You could hear their footsteps approaching.
"Are you and the little speed racer hungry for lunch?"
"He ate, but my sandwich was lost in a valiant fight over who got to carry the plate of cookies." Ben said.
"Oh no, I hope you earned a purple heart for your services to the war." You teased.
"How about a snack now, and when the babysitter takes Anakin for the afternoon, we go out for something more substantial?" Ben asked, his blue eyes once again captivating your gaze.
"S-sure." You stammered. "Unless you think it would be unlucky to try another date."
"A date, is it?" Ben crept further into your personal space. "Well, the think about dating me, is that I'm very persistent."
You knew he wouldn't do anything while Anakin was right there in the kitchen, but the huskiness and desire in his voice made you want to do nothing else but kiss him. He noticed you looking at his lips and his eyes crinkled in amusement.
"Later, Flower." He whispered to you. Then he reached over and opened up your fridge, inspecting its contents. You retreated to the cupboard to grab plates and cool your racing libido.