#ewan mcgregor x y/n

[phoeebsbuffay]

Imagine you are friends with Ewan McGregor. But this friendship some day is catapulted into something else…

Warnings: none; all fluffy.

***

You are coming out of your late 20’s, but your circle of friends have the double of your age. It’s inevitable mostly due to where you work—when you are part of the cinema’s industry, which demands most of your time, your colleagues turn into your friends.

You are independent too. These friends usually joke about your old soul: you are there to earn money, not a fan of socializing too much and then going back home. It’s been like that for a few years. It’s stressing working with the production of a movie even if you are not entirely the official part of it—you are mostly behind other kind of agencies, working as a consultant because you are graduated in cultural studies; but sometimes you meddled into other fields such as the post production. You are not even good with technology, but there you are. The more work, the more money.

You live by yourself and you are content with that. When it gets lonely, you go out on a date—only to be remembered that guys of your age were such a waste of time. You never thought about trying to date older men because you came to realize that problem with men is…they are men. A dumb generalization that might be, but after three terrible experiences in relationships, could you be blamed?

So your work friends are mostly the ones you spend your free time with. It’s Friday night when Sheryl invited you for a small party that’s happening in her place and she’s begging you to go because she’s beginning to think you don’t like anyone else by staying too much at home.

You don’t know how Ewan McGregor, that celebrity everyone has been having a crush on him these days because of his most recent role as Obi-Wan Kenobi, ended up joining the choir of friends who want to see you there.

“You’ve been working too hard, Y/N.” He told you on the day before, Thursday. He’s been working with the company you’ve been hired to, and so suddenly you’ve become friends. “I barely see you out here. Did you just move to the studio Y/C? Do you even have a home to call your own?”

You laughed at his teasing. You appreciated his good mood, it’s a quality you esteem on him. In these last twelve months since you’d been acquainted to his person, as a good observer you’ve become, you could tell his qualities and flaws—one of which making justice to him being “aries” person. You have your secret fondness for astrological things and it never ceases to amuse you seeing him every inch an Aries male. He is open, nice, kind but also competitive, grumpy at times and not very patient. You could also tell how much he likes to tease you.

“You’d be surprised if I told you I am not a homeless individual.” You raised an eyebrow at him, watching him laugh again. It’s a very loud laughter by the way, which only makes him more comical. “Is it difficult to believe I actually enjoy what I do for living?”

He patted your shoulder.

“You’d be shocked to know you are not the only one workaholic here.” He chuckled when you slapped his arm playfully. “Come on. I’ve never ever seen you with a boyfriend or…”

“No boyfriends. Zero. I have little patience to men.” You giggled. “Since when are you interested in my love life? I thought you hated gossip readings, Ewan. Are you the new frontman of “E! News”?”

“Aren’t you funny, Y/nickname? Come on. Am I going to see you Friday or what? I assure you, its something you need.”

You sighed dramatically.

“Since you insist…”

“I actually do.” Ewan smiled at you. “So are you coming, right?”

“Yes. I will be there.”

“Awesome. You need to live a little bit, Y/N. You won’t regret it.”

But now it’s 7:30 pm and you hesitate before the door of an apartment that is clearly loud. Oh my God, what am I going into? I’ve clearly lost my social abilities to party somewhere in my life…

You are dressed nicely: a long white sleeve blouse with a dark skirt and some pair of black boots. Your y/c hair falls in curls down to your shoulders and there’s some make up in your face along earrings in your ears. You are looking more fancy than in your work days where you’d use a bunny, any blouse appropriated to work and jeans.

Okay, I can do it.

So you ring it. You can hear your friend Sheryl shouting over the sound of music to someone attend the door because she’s busy with the kitchen. You giggle at it.

Why are you surprised to see Ewan opening it for you?

“And you actually came!” He laughs heartily. For some reason, you blush. Is it because of his warmth welcome or the way he looked at you? Oh please, shush yourself, Y/N. You clearly think you are seeing things where there’s nothing to see. “You lookin’ gorgeous, dear Y/N. I thought honestly I’d ever live to see you dressing like the woman you are.”

You are pretty sure your face is burning. But since he’s a good friend, you don’t see malice in his words. You laugh at him instead.

“Aren’t you kind, Mr McGregor? If you had ever seen me to a party, you’d not be seeing these things.”

“Do you even party?” He seems particularly inspired to pick on you today.

“I once did”, you laugh. “Silly man.”

After you walk in and he closes the door, you give him a hug. It is meant to only last one second or two. But damn his scent is so good. And your hand seems to linger over his shoulder. Is he that strong?

You blush upon such unwelcoming and uninvited thoughts. It doesn’t really help that he seems to reluctantly let go of your grip.

What did it just happen?

Ewan is about to say something—and you can tell your body is reacting oddly by the looks he’s giving you; you, however, suppress whatever this is, claiming to yourself that it’s just the heat—when Sheryl interrupts him by giving you a warm hug and saying how happy she is to see you.

You don’t look back as she drags you inside her home, so you don’t see Ewan’s eyes following your moves, trying not to lose you out of his sight.

When did this begin?

As he serves himself a cup of beer, he is reminded of your first day at work. The director, who happens be his friend, was looking for a consultant in regards to a certain period of European history, was showing the scenario to you when he popped up. For some reason, Ewan liked you from the first day, specially because of your sense of humor and your quick wit. It was only with time that he began to notice your beauty—nah, in fact seeing how beautiful you were was what made him acquaint himself to you. He was meant to ask you out, but you’ve never been clear about your thoughts in regard him—you seemed content to the friendship he offered you, so why’d he cross that line?

Now he seems oddly impatient, watching your moves, noticing your laughters, the kindness you display affectionately to the friends you have in common, completely unaware of his gaze. However, he takes his time. Ewan distracts himself greeting others too, engaging himself in small talks. Why would he be daunted by a strange urge to have your attention? It surely isn’t sexual. If it was the case, he’d not mind feeding the friendship for a year.

I mean, yeah friendship worked well for me. But now there’s just something about it that is not enough… I must know if she returns my feelings.

He clearly got stuck into his overthinking a little too much to miss your presence by his side.

“Hey, what’s going on in your world?” You poke his side. “It’s a nice gathering, don’t you think? It does make it worthy leaving home.”

Ewan glances at you. A small smirk pops on the corner of his lips.

“Who knew I’d hear it from you? I thought you were about to say goodbye and get back home.” He laughs and you too, because isn’t he funny?! “Seriously, though, I’m glad you came.”

Something about his glance makes you blush. For a day that is cold, you are surprisingly hot—no pun intended.

“Thank you, your gentleness is always appreciated.” You smile at him. “How’s the beer?”

“All good. A party is often better with a great deal with alcohol.” He tells you. “But nothing is compared to a company like you.”

You laugh nervously. You’d never expect to his forwardness towards you.

“You are succeeding to make me blush, Ewan. How bold of you.” You take a long sip of your beer. “I thought you were dating that actress…?”

Ewan raises an eyebrow at you, amusement is twinkling in his eyes. Oh this is going good, he thought.

“Nope. I’ve been single about a year and half. But I don’t remembering you telling me about your relationships, though.”

You tilt your head.

“My love life is not as interesting as yours.” You smirk in turn.

“Come on, now. That’s not a fair statement. I’ve been married a while ago, but that’s it. And I’m a decent father too. Details you’ve been familiar with. You, on the other hand…”

“It’s true. I don’t mean to make any secrecies. I just thought it was obvious that…”

You are interrupted by Sheryl, who says:

“Excuse me, but we are about to karaoke and you are the only one who can sing Dua Lipa.”

You burst into laughters.

“What? Who said that?”

“Ewan, you can talk to her later!”

And before you know, you are dragged into karaoke by good friend Sheryl. This time, though, you look back and your eyes meet Ewan’s. As he takes his beer to his lips, you see a prominent smirk as he watches you, which you respond with another of your own.

***

You know there’s alcohol in you when you are singing:

“If you wanna run away with me I know a galaxy and I can take you for a ride!” And you shoot a glance at him.

Because of references.

You giggle because he seems the only one to understand. You flush because he’s smiling all the way at you.

Oh shit. What have you done to yourself?

“You want me baby, I want you baby…”

Somebody stop me right now. But you can’t seem to look away, can you?

No one seems to notice, thankfully. But the old soul in you has clearly abandoned you when you entertain your friends by singing a general favorite singer.

“Come dance with me. I’m levitating!”

Or your favorite singer. Everyone is laughing not at you, but because it’s funny: you usually told them that you preferred old rock and roll bands until one day your Spotify playlist was open and… “HAHAHA Y/N is a huge Dua Lipa fan!”

Ugh. Your “introspective rocker old soul” reputation is long dead and gone.

“Another one! You sing beautifully!” Sheryl is the leader of the choir of friends who share the opinion that, my God, Y/N has such a beautiful voice!

You doubt there was a day you’ve been redder than today.

“I have to agree with them.” Ewan joins them. You think you might explode, already exposed to ridiculousness. “Your voice is very nice to hear, my dear Y/N. Where had you been hiding?”

“Oh please! No, no. I’ve had enough and I’m pretty sure you guys too.”

But because there is a great insistence led by Ewan, could you really refuse them? You sigh, but choose—ironically?—“Love Again” to sing.

As you do so, your eyes are almost drawn to him. Why, you ask yourself. But he seems to capture the nearly unconscious message one simple look gives away.

Uh-oh.

Ewan smiles to himself. The flirtations that night clearly show him he has little reason to hesitate any further. Even so he knows how to wait despite his impatience.

He watches you sing, but his merry state to know you are reciprocating his sentiments gives place to concern. As the party comes to an end, Ewan knows there’s just too much alcohol in you.

“I’m driving you home”, he tells you after cake is served.

You think you are not giving away the drunkenness. Or you pray that it is not evident.

“I can have an Uber”, you say.

“No way. I won’t let a stranger take you on this occasion.” Ewan insists. “I’m worried, to be honest. You don’t usually drink, do you?”

It’s when you pale.

“Oh God. Am I embarrassing you?”

Why would you ask that?! The moment you know it’s too late. Ewan laughs.

“Of course not, dear Y/Nickname. It’s nice living a little bit, but I am just worried, is all.”

You exchange glances. And you smile because you can’t simply deny how you feel anymore.

***

He calls you the next day. To remember all the embarrassment makes you hesitate. But it is too late to deny you’ve been, eh, harboring a different affection than that of a friend would for the other for a long time.

“Hi, Ewan. What’s good?” You answer at long last.

He chuckles. Ewan can tell about your awkwardness just by the tone of your voice.

“I’m checking on you. Are you well? Has hangover attacked you yet?” Ewan asks lightly, but you can tell his genuine preoccupation by his voice too.

“Yeah, I’m good. Thank you for calling. I’ve been under blankets mostly.” You giggle softly. “I’m looking after myself. It’s been a long while since I’ve done this bullshit.”

“It’s okay. It happens, you shouldn’t be overly worried about it. Sometimes I exaggerate in alcohol. Don’t forget to drink some water, yes?”

You just realize that hearing his Scottish accent is a huge turn on. Oh boy.

“Thank you, E. And by the way, thank you for dropping me home yesterday. That is very nice of you.”

“It’s no problem. I’m glad you are home safely.”

You do enjoy listening to his voice, so you start another topic.

“How’s your weekend going?”

“It’s all good. I came to check on my daughters. They are nice kids.”

Your smile grows in your lips as he talks about his family. It is a topic that you’d once run from, but with him it’s natural. It’s nothing forced. You enjoy hearing his habits with his family. You are not hit with the doubt of involving yourself with someone whose priority is and will always be family. You are good with that.

If anything it makes him a responsible and mature man. But when you turn your phone off eventually because you both have things to do—it’s not like you didn’t just spend three hours on the phone—your insecurities take hold of your mind.

What can I offer him as a potential match? As a woman, am I good enough for him?

And then came the trauma of former relationships.

Can you trust his feelings for you are not entirely moved by carnal needs? Can you trust your heart to a man so experienced as him? You’ve dated a much older guy once and you ended up hurt because you both had different expectations.

You begin to pace anxiously in your apartment. You question your qualities, your flaws. You question yourself.

It takes some time before you decide to resolve all of this not by calling your therapist, but by simply ignoring as you decide to overindulge in chocolate and watch some random movie on tv.

“Oh great. It’s “Jane Eyre” again.”

***

You don’t cross path with Ewan until Wednesday. Before then you remember you’ve been so nervous that you could not concentrate at work entirely and when someone asked you, you’d say your hormones were making it difficult for you.

When he comes at you, you are distracted in the computer reviewing the script again because the screenwriter decided to make it look fancy a kidnapping in medieval days when the reality was so much worse.

“Are the screenwriters giving you headache again?” He asks you, leaning close enough to you that you smell his perfume.

You blush instantaneously.

“Hey, Ewan. Long time no see.” You tease him. “But yeah, they decide to romanticize something brutal for the media purpose.”

You sigh.

“But it’s part of the job, so strange would be if I didn’t stress myself out.”

His eyes linger at you again. He’s admiring you and when the blush paints your pink cheeks, Ewan decides that there’s no better view he’d like to admire.

“I understand. It’s going to pass. One thing I know is that this comes with anything that demands our good will to make things work.”

He smirks at you.

“So hey I wanted to make a crazy proposition.” He rests his chin over his hand.

“Yeah?” You raise an eyebrow. You are not expecting that. Should you fear what invitation is coming?

Ewan laughs at your reaction.

“I was wondering… I’ve been planning to take a road trip on Europe by motorcycle. Not by the usual means, I know. And it’s…”

You don’t know where your reasonable and antissocial went when you interrupt him:

“Yes.”

Ewan glances at you, surprised. He somehow expected to find resistance in you.

“Really? I thought you would say no. I mean you don’t strike me as some adventurous lady.”

You fold your arms and turn your chair to him. You frown at him.

“And I was expecting you’d ask me out normally like most guys do.”

Ewan throws his head back and laughs.

“Fine. Fair enough. I’m glad to hear that. I’m going tomorrow back to Scotland.”

“I’ll see you at the airport.”

He smiles at you, seemingly more excited than he’d show. You smile too.

But when you turn to finish your work, you come to your senses.

Oh my God. What did I just agree to?

***

It all starts in Edinburgh. Ewan finds adorable how you are composed when you prepare to mount on the motorcycle, clearly unused not only to motorcycles but to this kind of adventure. He knows he’s showing you more to life than you’ve ever seen. An idea that excites him too.

“Are you ready?” He asks. “There’s still time to give up.”

You roll your eyes at his teasings. Always picking on you, uh?

“Never.” You tell him.

You accommodate right behind him, wrapping your arms around him right after you put the helmet. You bite your bottom lip when he turns it on and begins the ride.

You know it’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done in life. For someone who was workaholic and whose friends were your co-workers, hardly having time to live, you come to realize that you have never lived at all. You’ve been just stuck in what? Shielding yourself to avoid misery?

“How are you doing back there?” You hear Ewan inquire after your well being. His voice has to be louder than the crazy wind that blows against you two.

“Awesome!” You say. “Adrenaline is already running in my veins!”

Ewan chuckles, pleased.

“Good! Next stop is going to be York! We are making distant travels, but if you want to stop by please let me know!”

“I will.” You assure him.

Though it turns out to be a silent road trip, you don’t mind it all. You smile all the way, enjoying to hold him so close as your eyes capture the wild landscape with far more attention than you might’ve notice had you been in a car.

You do every now and then look up at the skies to check the weather. Not only it is cold, but you swear you heard clouds tumbling into another, and God knows you hate thunder and lightnings. However, to your relief, you don’t need to worry anymore once he crosses the limits of Scotland to finally enter England.

That first day of your journey ends up well. You are still moved by adrenaline when you reach the hotel where Ewan paid in advance for the reservations.

“So, your thoughts?” Ewan asks you as you go upstairs. You’d still have to eat, but you don’t seem to mind that. “I want to hear you. The bad thing about traveling by motorcycle is that we can’t talk very much as we’d do by car.”

“Oh it’s okay! No need to apologize. I’m still speechless”, you tell him excitedly. “I’ve never done this kind of travel before. My God, Ewan! Thank you.”

You are impetuous when you give him a kiss on his cheek. What are you thinking? But somehow when Ewan gives you a fond look, you know it’s worthy it moving some feet far from your comfortable zone.

***

So the road trip continues. Each country, each city, the two of you deepens the bond by enjoying yourself getting to know historical spots, visiting places few tourists would go and eating different restaurants.

However, it’s not until you two reach Paris that you’d have the talk about the nature of your relationship. Because, however hard you were trying to conceal, you were anxious about why he didn’t even make moves at all. He knows that even if you are enjoying yourself—Ewan sees you do—you are asking yourself whether there is a romantic purpose in sharing an intimate journey without proper intimacy.

So there you are. The two of you are leaving a nice restaurant in Paris and he’s taking you to the famous bridge in the city known for its romantic attributes.

“I know there’s been some doubts going in this head of yours.” He begins, locking hands with you as he stops right there.

Your hair is loose and tonight you are wearing a red gown that salients your curves—a temptation to Ewan to resist, truth be told; the whole purpose why you chose that dress in first place. A smirk twitches in the corner of your lips when noticing his eyes running up and down your body.

“Well?” You clear your throat to get his attention. He blushes, a sight you find adorable to behold.

“I wanted to wait…”

You wouldn’t miss the chance to tease him like he used to tease before asking you out—better yet to this long European journey.

“Of course not, an impatient man as you. Sorry, I’ll let you speak.”

He chuckles.

“Thank you.” Ewan remarks sarcastically before carrying on. “I haven’t been in a relationship since my divorce. Although it happened many years ago, I never felt inclined to… well, fall in love. I was often, eh, involved in more casual things every now and then when the needs of the flesh became difficult to bear. But I assure you I am not the kind of imbecile you might think from what i said…”

“You don’t have to justify yourself, darling. You were single. You were doing what single people usually do.” You smile at him.

“So comprehensive.” He gives you a crooked grin. “All right. So… I won’t deny I’ve been attracted to you for a long while. But I wanted to see where this would go. Despite what you say about my impatience, I learned how to wait. I suppose it’s why I’ve taken so long to say what I am comfortable to tell you. I love you, Y/N. And I would like us to be… well, more than friends.”

Perhaps it’s because you’ve grown so close to each other that an influence is impossible to run from. Or perhaps it’s part of who you are, of who you’ve always been, but your fears blinded you to your true self.

Whatever the case, you lean towards him, your hands around his neck as you say:

“I thought you’d never ask, Ewan. I shall tend your heart. I love you. I may have since day one.”

As if to show your point, you lean to kiss his lips, a more than welcoming gesture as he kisses you back. And there the two of you stay together, the first day of a new relationship to both of you, but also the spark of something strong that might lead you to a better future than you could expect.

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[stardancerluv]

A Night Out, Club 44

Part 6

Summary: Part of what it is to be Roman’s girl.

Warning: None

Note: decided to show side by side their night.

The elevator announced its arrival at the penthouse with a ding and the doors whispered open. After stepping out, you leaned against the wall. Reaching down you undid the straps for your heals. You loved wearing them, especially when you were dressed up for Roman. But when given the chance, you didn’t mind slipping free of them either.

*******

Roman, could still feel your kiss lingering on his cheek as his thumbs grazed the wheels that opened the briefcase Zsasz handed him. The briefcase popped open.

He slipped off his gloves that he had worn to go out. Putting them down, he eyed these particular pairs in the case. These were ones strictly for carrying out business.

*******

Picking up your heals, you made your way to Roman’s bedroom. Coming around to the side of the bed you frequented. Stretching, you sighed and let yourself fall back into the softness of the bed.

You closed your eyes contently, with a sigh on your lips you stretched once again. Sitting up, you didn’t really want to sleep just yet. Thinking about it for a moment, biting on your bottom lip you decided you’d take a bath. It would help ease the last of the tension you felt from your encounter with Falcone and his men. His bath is so roomy, you loved it.

*******

Slipping on a pair, he eyed them closely. They were a finely sewed by his tailor. They were a dark, dull black in a slightly brilliant black thread, if one looked close enough you could see his initials. He did enjoy seeing them on his things. These particular pairs were excellent for when he held his gun or even better one of his knives.

He hated dirtying one of his more elegant pairs for the dirty deeds he had to carry out. What he hated even more was when he had to throw one those pairs into the incinerator. Tonight, he had the luxury of changing his gloves.

Flipping up the compartment that held his extra gloves, he eyed his knives. They were nestled into the black velvet that lined that portion. As he looked down at them, one side of mouth twitched upward, loving how only he knew how sharp they really were.

******

You had drapped your silky dress over the chair that sat in one corner of Roman’s bedroom. Tucked beside it were the lacy panties and bras, you had hoped to slowly reveal to Roman. You repressed the frown that wanted to come, so you grimaced. There would be other times. So with your arms wrapped around yourself, you went into the large bathroom. You finally shivered when you cold feet padded across the cool floor.

Happily, you turned on the warm water and with a clink you opened the slim, metal container and took out a bath bomb. You were growing to find out just how luscious of a life Roman came to enjoy.

Eyeing the folded towels, you made sure to grab one of his larger and incredibly soft towels. You laid it on the warmer. Going back to the tub you watched as the bomb fizzled away and gave off a scent that you enjoyed catching a whiff of when it managed to cling to Roman and was not overpowered by his aftershave.

******

The rain kept up its steady beat against the roof of the rolls before streaking down the windows. Zsasz, had always been keen on learning from those that concerned Roman. So Roman, was rather pleased as Zsasz kept him and the rolls a safe distance, from that thug as he made some stops at place, Roman knew were in Falcone’s pocket. No place was safe when collection time called. Or at least that is what he had gathered from his allies.

Roman, wanted his allies to remain loyal. Fear could only take him so far. He instilled that with relish. He loved watching people grow pale or their eyes widen in disbelief over what he was truly capable of. Something, he’d never let you be aware. He didn’t want to frighten you.

That said, he also knew when to cultivate and make them feel important. He wanted them to feel appreciated. It made it alot easier when he had the need to call on them.

*****

Pleased with the level of the water, holding one of the sides, you finally stepped and settled into the warm water. You murmured something incoherently as you sat back against the one side with your eyes closed. Slouching down with your eyes still closed, you stopped till you felt the water lap at your chin.

This was exactly what you had needed. Sitting up, opening your eyes you felt good. Your eyes, drifted gently over the dark, marbled bath. Everything about it screamed Roman.

Looking down, your eye caught the glimmer of the bracelet that still hung from your wrist. Bringing your wrist from the water, was brighter as droplets of water mmm clung to the delicate golden flower.

Your heart felt like it sped up and stilled all at once. How, you didn’t know. Though since being Roman’s girl, it was a peculiar sensation you had grown accustomed to. Whether you’d get used to it was another thing entirely. In your head, thoughts swirled. He was out there, in the rain since someone had decided to be rough with you. He should be here behind you, his warm strong arms around you as you leaned against him.

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[lacontroller1991]

Boxes of Dye and Boxes of Tea (Obi-Wan Kenobi x F!Reader)

Main Master List || Star Wars Master List

Warnings: Obi-Wan being jealous, Obi-Wan being insecure (but not for long), one sexual comment (18+ please), slight age gap (reader is of legal age)

Word Count: 1.2k

Author's Note: I switch between POVs a lot in this, each POV switch is noted by a series of dashes. Anywho, enjoy!

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One of the defining rules of the Jedi Code is to be humble. Humble about your life, your wardrobe, your attitude and your appearance. It is also one of the defining rules of the Jedi Code to not form romantic attachments to anyone, let alone someone in the order and Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi? He broke both. It’s not like he could control who he loves, after all, underneath the worn armor, robes, and tunics, he is human. And with being human comes human emotions like lust, love, jealousy, insecurities. 

Despite being trained in the ways of suppressing his emotions so as to not let them cloud his judgment, nothing could have trained him for the day that he sees you; his secret, younger, lover with a male about half his age. Normally, it doesn’t bother Obi-Wan who you talk to because he’s not normally a jealous guy, but after one snide comment from Anakin about the gray in his hair, it has Obi-Wan questioning everything, and seeing you talking with someone half his age? Well, Obi-Wan can’t help but to feel jealous and insecure.

Turning on his heel rapidly, Obi-Wan narrowly dodges your line of sight and rushes down the numerous halls towards his chambers as doubt clouds his mind. Would you leave him for that guy? Is he too old for you? Do you need someone more youthful to keep up with you? The questions storm in his mind as he looks over his appearance. He’s still in great shape, but he does note that he looks more exhausted than normal and his hair is starting to show his years of… wisdom. Sighing in annoyance, Obi-Wan frowns at his appearance. Just how can you find him attractive? Picking up a book, he tries to focus on the words but to no avail.

With a pep in your step, you all but skip towards Obi-Wan’s quarters, a present in your hand. After meeting up with your friend who grows tea leaves, you finally collected a large enough tea collection that will hopefully last Obi-Wan’s next upcoming mission.

Knocking on the door, you quickly hide the present under your robe and put a smile on your face as the door slides open, revealing a somber Obi-Wan with wet hair, causing your smile to turn into a frown of concern. “Obi? What’s wrong?”

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Hearing the knock of his door, Obi-Wan cringes slightly knowing that it’s you on the other side. It’s not that he doesn’t want to see you, it’s more of the fact that he doesn’t want to be seen by you, but still, he heads toward the door and opens it, revealing you standing there with a smile on your face that quickly turns into a frown. “Obi? What’s wrong?” Sighing, he backs away from the door as you hesitantly walk into his room, closing the door behind you, not really sure how to handle the man in front of you. “Did the Council say something? Are you going on a mission sooner than we thought?”

“No, little one. It’s nothing. I’ve just been a bit lost in my head today, that’s all.” Seeming to not buy his excuse, he watches as you sit yourself down on his bed, arms still clasped together in your robe. 

“You can’t fool me, Obi. What’s really going on?” Normally, your forthrightness is admirable, but now, he’s seriously disliking it.

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“I’ve just been feeling a little…. insecure, I guess.” You quirk up an eyebrow as you look around his room, trying to find something, anything that will give you a clue and then you spot it just lightly poking out of the trashcan in his refresher. It’s hardly noticeable, but you’re a female, you know what a box of hair dye looks like. Looking back over your lover, you notice that only two spots are freshly dyed, given with how unblended they are. The spots right above his ears. The spots where gray streaks begin. It suddenly clicks in your mind. 

Without revealing the present, you remove your cloak from your body and move to stand in front of him. “Why are you dying your hair?”

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Obi-Wan lets out a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood, but you remain still, trying to comprehend. Letting out a sigh, Obi-Wan’s hands reach up for your hips and drag you into him while your hands move to his scalp, lightly running careful fingertips through his damp locks as he loses himself in the feeling. “Anakin pointed out that my hair is getting more gray and that I’m looking older and I guess I just wanted to remain youthful for you.” He’s embarrassed to admit it in fear that you’ll laugh at him, but instead, he feels a feather soft kiss against the crown of his damp head.

“Oh Obi-Wan, my handsome, handsome man, please don’t change your looks for me. I don’t care what you look like. I love you for you. I love your humor, your wisdom, your sarcasm, your penchant for tea, the way you call me ‘darling’ or ‘my love’,  and the way you hold me in your arms at night. I love you as a lover and I admire you as a Jedi. Besides, obviously you’re going to age slightly. You’re fighting in a war and not to mention, I’m sure training Anakin definitely wasn’t stress free, so I really wouldn’t worry about a couple of pieces of hair.” Obi-Wan smiles softly at your words as you continue to roam your hands throughout his hair, lighting scratching his scalp.

“You’re right darling. I guess it came over me because I saw you with that one guy in the hall, who happens to be your age.”

“Who, Sid? He was only giving me something that I asked for,” Obi-Wan watches as you move your robe to the side and reveal a wrapped box. Turning around, you hand the box to Obi-Wan as you take a seat next to him. “Go ahead and open it.”

“Darling, you shouldn’t have.” Obi-Wan has told you numerous times to not get him any sort of gifts, but you, ever being thoughtful, never listens. Tearing the paper off, he looks down at the box before removing the lid and spotting a variety of tea bags, and a lot of them. “Tea?”

“Yeah, I spent some time collecting a variety and Sid had the last ones I was looking for. I figured that I could make you something before your next mission and hopefully it’ll last.”

“This is so kind of you.” He sets the box to the side and brings you in for a hug, feeling foolish about overreacting to something that he didn’t know.

“Anything for you, my love. And you wanna know something?” He pulls away and makes eye contact with you, a mischievous grin gracing your lips.

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re going to say something inappropriate?”

“Because you know me so well,” you lean forward, your hands sliding up his thighs ever so slightly. “I really, really love your hair the way it is. I especially love tugging onto it while we make sweet sweet love.” And if Obi-Wan wasn’t flustered before, he definitely is now.

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Anakin Skywalker is the reason why I'm alive but this fanart and picture is the reason why I keep going🙏🏼

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[euphoriacafe]

If you're down to write Star Wars, I would love to read some Obi-Wan smut cause that man deserves a good time after all he's been through. Maybe he's had a series of rough days with Anakin being a general menace on their last mission and he's finally home and he just really needs to take it out on the reader who is more than willing to help him de-stress?

Dangerous Woman

Author Note : I was in a hurry to write this since I had other things to do, but I will make a better one later when I have the time. I'm sorry it's a bit short. I hope you enjoy this still!

WARNING : Mentioning of P in V, MDNI, sexual tension, aggressive (I don't usually do the fluffy smut)

As Obi-Wan stormed into the room, his frustration was palpable, his shoulders tense and his jaw clenched. (Y/N) glanced up from her meditation, concern etching her features as she rose to meet him. "Obi-Wan," she murmured softly, her voice a soothing balm in the midst of his turmoil.

He paced restlessly, his mind swirling with the chaos of the recent mission, his words tumbling out in a rush. "(Y/N), you wouldn't believe what Anakin did this time," he began, his voice strained with frustration. "I swear, he's like a whirlwind of chaos, leaving destruction in his wake."

(Y/N) listened attentively, her gaze steady as she watched him pace, her heart aching for the weight he carried. She moved closer, instinctively drawn to him, her hand reaching out to gently touch his shoulder. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through them both, the air thick with unspoken tension.

Obi-Wan's breath caught in his throat at her touch, his eyes meeting hers in a moment of raw vulnerability. For a heartbeat, time seemed to stand still as they lingered in the space between them, the air heavy with unspoken desire.

In that moment, (Y/N) knew what he needed - not just comfort, but release. Without a word, she stepped closer, her body fitting against his as she wrapped her arms around him, offering him solace in the warmth of her embrace.

Obi-Wan sighed heavily, the tension slowly melting from his body as he buried his face in her hair, his arms tightening around her. In that moment, with (Y/N) by his side, he found refuge from the storm raging within him, his heart finally at peace.

As Obi-Wan held (Y/N) in his arms, the room seemed to crackle with an electric charge, a magnetic pull drawing them closer. His breath mingled with hers, their bodies pressed together in an intimate dance of comfort and longing. He could feel the heat radiating between them, a fire that threatened to consume all reason.

"(Y/N)," he breathed, his voice husky and low, "I've needed this. Needed you." His hands tightened on her waist, fingers digging into her flesh as if trying to anchor himself in the whirlwind of emotions. His lips grazed her earlobe, and he couldn't help but release a shuddering exhale, the proximity to her awakening a hunger he'd kept buried for too long.

She tilted her head back, meeting his gaze with an intensity that matched his own. The air was charged with unspoken desires, and he felt the familiar pull of temptation. Every fiber of his being ached with a need that had been festering since he left for the mission.

"I've missed you," he confessed, his voice tinged with a raw edge. "Every moment away, all I could think about was coming back to you." His hands slid up her back, fingers tracing the curve of her spine, a desperate attempt to convey the depths of his longing.

(Y/N)'s breath hitched, her heart pounding in sync with his. The room felt smaller, confined by the unspoken tension that hung in the air. Obi-Wan's lips sought hers in a fervent kiss, a release of pent-up desire that sent shockwaves through them both.

Their kiss was heated and desperate, a collision of suppressed emotions. Obi-Wan's control wavered, the walls he built around his desires crumbling in the intensity of the moment. His hands roamed her body, seeking solace in the closeness, the hunger between them escalating with each passing second.

"I can't resist you," he admitted, his voice a low growl against her lips. "Not anymore." His hands moved with a possessive urgency, fingers threading through her hair as he deepened the kiss, losing himself in the intoxicating taste of her.

As their kiss deepened, (Y/N)'s hands roamed over Obi-Wan's body, fingers tracing the contours of his muscles with an urgency that mirrored his own. She gasped into their kiss, the heat between them igniting a firestorm of desire that threatened to consume them both.

"I've been waiting for you," she whispered between kisses, her voice a husky breath against his lips. "I'm more than happy to de-stress you, Obi-Wan." Her words were like fuel to the flames, reigniting his hunger with a fervor he couldn't contain.

With a primal growl, Obi-Wan's hands found purchase on (Y/N)'s clothing, fingers fumbling with the fabric in a desperate attempt to remove the barriers between them. There was a hunger in his touch, a need that bordered on desperation as he tore at the fabric, his desire laid bare for her to see.

(Y/N) responded in kind, her own hands moving with a frenzied urgency as she stripped away his clothes, each article of clothing falling to the floor in a heap of discarded fabric. Their bodies collided in a tangle of limbs, skin against skin, the heat of their passion threatening to consume them whole.

Obi-Wan's lips trailed feverishly down (Y/N)'s neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses in their wake. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she surrendered to the primal desire coursing through her veins.

Their movements were frenetic, driven by an insatiable hunger that refused to be sated. In that moment, there was no past, no future, only the here and now, lost in a whirlwind of passion and desire.

With a primal growl, Obi-Wan's desire surged, his need for her consuming him entirely. In a surge of raw passion, he pushed (Y/N) against the nearest wall, a hunger burning in his eyes as he devoured her with his gaze.

She gasped as the impact jolted through her, her back arching against the hard surface as Obi-Wan's lips crashed against hers in a fierce, demanding kiss. Their mouths melded together in a frenzied tangle of tongues, a symphony of desire that echoed through the room.

Driven by an insatiable hunger, Obi-Wan lifted (Y/N) effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his bare waist as he pressed her against him with a primal need. The heat of their bodies melded together, skin against skin, as they surrendered to the fiery passion that blazed between them.

With a desperate urgency, Obi-Wan's hands roamed over (Y/N)'s body, fingers tracing the curves of her form with a possessive intensity. He could feel her heart racing beneath his touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she surrendered to the overwhelming desire that pulsed through her veins.

As their lips continued to meet in a heated frenzy, Obi-Wan's arousal pressed against (Y/N)'s core, his need for her driving him to the brink of madness. With a primal instinct, he positioned her over him, her slick heat sliding against his aching member, both of them trembling with the intensity of their desire.

As their bodies melded together in a feverish dance of desire, Obi-Wan's grip tightened on (Y/N)'s hair, his fingers entwined in the soft strands as he pulled her head back, exposing her neck to his hungry gaze. With a guttural groan of need, he guided her core down onto his throbbing member, their connection igniting a blaze of ecstasy that threatened to consume them both.

As he began to thrust into her with a primal rhythm, each movement driving them closer to the edge of oblivion, Obi-Wan's voice dripped with raw desire as he unleashed a torrent of degrading words, each one a cruel caress against her skin. His words were like a whip, lashing out with a savageness that left (Y/N) trembling with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You're nothing but a filthy little whore, begging for my touch." His thrusts grew more aggressive, each one driving her closer to the brink of ecstasy as he claimed her with a savage hunger that knew no bounds.

With each harsh word, (Y/N)'s arousal surged, her body responding to his dominance with a fervor that left her breathless. She surrendered to his control, her moans mingling with his as they danced on the razor's edge of pleasure and pain.

In that moment, there was no room for gentleness, only the raw, primal need that bound them together. Obi-Wan's grip on (Y/N)'s hair tightened, his thrusts growing more frenzied as they chased the elusive peak of ecstasy, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they surrendered to the carnal desires that consumed them both.

As he buried himself deep inside her, a guttural groan escaped his lips, the sound reverberating through the room like a primal declaration of dominance. His words were harsh, dripping with lust and desire as he degraded her with each breath, his voice a wicked symphony of pleasure and pain.

"(Y/N)," he growled, his voice thick with desire, "you're mine. Mine to use, mine to pleasure, mine to command." His thrusts grew more fervent, each movement driving them both closer to the edge of oblivion.

(Y/N) gasped at his words, her body trembling beneath him as she surrendered to the overwhelming desire that consumed her. With each thrust, she felt herself teetering on the brink of ecstasy, her need for him overwhelming her senses.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice a breathless plea, "more. I need more, Obi-Wan. Please, don't stop." Her words were a desperate prayer, a plea for him to take her higher, to push her beyond the limits of pleasure.

Obi-Wan's lips curled into a predatory smirk, his grip on her hair tightening as he drove her closer to the edge. With a primal instinct, he responded to her plea, his movements becoming more relentless, more intense as he chased the elusive climax that danced just out of reach.

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The Guardian

Series Masterlist

Rating: T

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Summary: When Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka crash land on the desolate, ice planet Hoth, they meet a stranger with great power and deep connections to their past. You join the trio, hoping to face your destiny, which has long been foretold. But when the Separatists and Sith threaten you and your newfound family, you’re forced to make sacrifices to defend your friends, fulfill the prophecy, and protect the man you’ve grown to love.

✨Playlist✨

Part I: Rescue of the Fates

The Hoth Arc

Chapter 1: The Accident

Chapter 2: The Revelation

Chapter 3: The Escape

The Arrival Arc

Chapter 4: Arrival— Part 1 & Part 2

Chapter 5: Identity

Chapter 6: Patience

Chapter 7: Master

The Dark Waters Arc

Chapter 8: Blackened Water— Part 1 & Part 2

Chapter 9: Ancient Instruments

Chapter 10: Troubled Water

Part II: Dawn of Enmity

The Malevolence Arc

Chapter 11: Alone— Part 1 & Part 2

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[221bshrlocked]

where it wasn’t

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Ben x Fem!Reader (post-Kenobi Series era)

Words: 18,763 (can you tell I’m unwell?)

Warnings: 18+ only. Angsty Smut. Mutual Pining/Porn with some plot. Touch-Starved Obi-Wan. Lots of Kissing. Some form of competency kink? Marking Kink (again idk). Dirty/Sweet Talk. Slight Choking. Overstimulation. Penetrative, Unprotected Sex. Slight Breeding Kink. Some tears here and there because Obi-Wan just needs a fucking hug. 

Summary: “I- I am most flattered by your a-admiration but-” Ben grunts when you accidentally graze one of his nipples, his mind instantly going into hyperdrive and making him lose his train of thoughts. “But I highly doubt this is the most impressive form you’ve ever come across.” His voice is strained, that you’re certain of, and you want to see how far you can take it with him before he can no longer hold back. You’re close to thinking against it, but as you continue to knead his tight muscles, you notice a dark blush creeping down his neck to his chest and decide to tease him just a little bit more.

A/N: Yes, it is a massage au. Yes, the trope is basic as fuck. Yes, this fic is just an excuse to write porn. Yes, it is very much a self-indulgent story because I deal with trauma by reading or writing angsty smut. No, I am not okay after this week’s episode. This is completely inspired by the scene in episode 4 though...you know, the bacta tank one. Please don’t judge me. Enjoy and please be kind in the comments. I have never written for our beloved General before. Also, this is not beta’d...

He should not be here, it was neither safe nor necessary. But the bit of him that longed for another’s touch, a stranger’s kindness if you will, forced him to come out of his shell and go out of his way to come here again. He would regret it later of course, and the guilt would last for weeks before he no longer felt traces of her touch on his skin. Only then would he reevaluate his decisions and come to the conclusion that perhaps it was not as selfish or as dangerous as he deemed it to be. 

An obnoxious string of laughter snaps him out of his haze, and he rubs his palms together to familiarize himself with the calmness he once walked hand-in-hand with. Pushing the hood higher upon his head, he crosses his arms together and approaches the dingy doors of the establishment he’s grown to seek out ever since he returned to Tatooine once more. A lump of anxiety forms in his dry throat all of a sudden and he barely manages to swallow it down as he enters the rather quiet building.

As soon as he steps past the threshold of the dimly lit entrance, he’s bombarded with a variety of scents, ones which he prayed to the Maker he would get to memorize again. He looks around as if this is his first time requesting the services the establishment offers, hoping that someone could put him out of his misery and recognize how difficult it was for him to come here. When he sees several others waiting to be led into one of the private rooms, he takes a deep breath and slowly moves towards one of the corners of the room. 

However, before he has a chance to muster up the courage to ask when the next available appointment is, he hears his name uttered softly from behind him. He reluctantly turns around and feels his chest collapse at the sight of you. The weeks may have taken a toll on him, but the absence of your eyes pushed him to grow more fond of you than the last time he was here. He parts his lips to say something but the words die in his throat when he allows his focus to trail down your form. Somehow, you looked more mesmerizing in the old fabrics hugging your body than anyone ever had the right to. He cannot remember the last time he was so starstruck by the mere presence of another, but as he stands here, looking at you as if you were the rarest of flowers on this desert planet, he can’t help himself from smiling at you and bowing his head. 

“I thought I would never see you again.” Your voice pulls him from the trance he’s under, and he walks towards you slowly, his hands remaining steadfast at his sides to remind himself that he cannot reach for you no matter how much he needs to. 

“I- I hate to admit this, dear one, but I did not think you would ever see me again either.” Were it not for the hesitation veiling his words, you would have grown more offended at the rather sudden and somewhat rude exclamation. Neither of you say anything for a few moments though, and it’s only when you smile and look at your feet that he finally takes those last few steps towards you. Ringing your fingers nervously, you clear your throat and turn your attention to his light blue ones again, wishing you could find some bit of honesty that would let you know he missed you as much as you missed him. 

“I see. Well, if you’re looking for someone else’s services, I will gladly recommend one or two that-” You try to change the subject but he cuts you off abruptly, and reaches out to rest his hand on your shoulder. 

“No, please no.” When he sees the way you flinch at the touch of his hand, the subtle smirk gracing his handsome features drops and turns into an even more beautiful pout. 

“My apologies, it was never my intention to make you uncomfortable.” It’s his turn to play with his hands to distract himself, and it takes you longer than necessary to put yourself together and not think of how large and firm his hand felt atop your skin. 

“You never make me uncomfortable, Ben. In fact, you’re the only client I have that makes me look forward to coming into work every day.” It’s a longshot, that you are certain of, but the slight widening of his eyes and the way his shoulders tense let you know that, although he didn’t expect you to be so forthright with him after such a long time of not seeing or speaking together, he wasn’t opposed to the true meaning behind your words. 

“You- you flatter me with your kind words.” He can’t bear to hold your gaze, afraid that if he looks for too long, you’d come to realize why he was so desperate to see you again. Some part of him longed to tell you how much cared for you ever since that first time you invited him into the parlor to ease his aches, but he knew there would be no going back once you were aware of the hidden thoughts and rather inappropriate dreams which plagued him for weeks on end. 

“Not at all. Flattering implies I don’t mean what I’m saying. I’m just being honest Ben, and- well, I hope you can see that because…” You trail off when you notice him actively avoiding your eyes, and as you’re about to apologize for being too forward, a rather impatient trandoshan struts by and bumps into you on his way out. You trip and fall right into Ben’s arms, but before you can turn around and give the customer a piece of your mind, you hear Ben grunt in pain as he readjusts his hold on your waist. 

“Oh Ben, you didn’t tell me you’re hurt!” You let go of him and step away, quickly trailing your eyes down his form to try and figure out where exactly he was wounded. He always wore those ripped, dirty clothes that hid him from prying eyes, and you wished he could finally be comfortable enough with you to allow you to give him a massage without his clothes. You got the sense early on that he was a man who relied on staying hidden, both physically and emotionally, so the idea of him stripping for you set your mind into overdrive. But as you stare at the pained expression on his tired features, you shake your thoughts away and reach for his hand. 

Ben finally dares to look at you, furrowed eyebrows slowly coming to rest easily when he sees the loving and patient look swimming in your eyes. A year ago, he would have snatched his hand away and stormed out of the city to the comfort of his cave. He would have refused to return to this side of the planet out of fear of seeing whomever dared to touch him so intimately. But as he stands there in the middle of your parlor, with the warmth of your skin engulfing him so sweetly and lovingly, he can’t bring himself to let go of you, not because you might be offended, but because he can’t stand not feeling you close to him any longer. 

“Ben, come with me. Please.” You wait until his shoulders sag in relief and acceptance before you pull him behind you and into the hallway. If anyone attempts to ask why he got priority over the others, you simply stare at them and narrow your eyes sternly to prevent them from thinking of breathing his way. As you lead Ben through the narrow and rather hot establishment, you feel a sense of unnerving peace wash over you. Here was a man that you knew, for certain, did not enjoy the company of others and yet followed you blindly and without question towards an unknown. Granted he came here a few times before, but you always led him to one of the more public rooms, knowing that he probably felt more comfortable seeing others being taken care of like him. 

You look back once and bite into your lower lip when you see the hazed look upon his face. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that his pupils were dilated simply from the mere touch of your fingers against his coarse skin. 

“Where are you taking me?” His voice, laced with a hint of anxious desperation, makes you stop in your tracks, and you turn around to face him immediately, knowing that he may have still felt uncomfortable at the prospect of being alone with you. 

“My room. It’s more private and…safe. I’m sorry, I- I should have asked you before I led you here. We can go back if you want.” You leave the sentiment open-ended, but you hope that he can see through the offer and notice how much you really didn’t want to be around anyone else but him.

“N-no. Perhaps it is better if you attend to me in more private quarters.” As soon as the words leave his lips, Ben catches onto the double-meaning in between the agreement, and he frantically shakes his head to make sure you didn’t think he expected anything more from you. 

“Relax, it’s only me.” You rub his wrist and smile at him before you continue down the hallway, and Ben rolls his eyes at his idiocy as you look forward and lead him to your room. He doesn’t know what to expect from the night, but he hopes that you muster up the courage to cross the invisible line he’s planted in the sand ever since he came to you because he knew well enough that he wouldn’t be able to move past it himself. 

When you finally reach your room, Ben squeezes your hand for a moment to remain grounded, his heart finally accepting to return to a normal heartbeat when you return the flex and keep your attention on him. He waits patiently as you push in the code to your doors, and when the heavy metal swishes open, he blinks slowly to remember his self-control before he steps into your room. 

Whatever he thought he would find in your private chambers is somehow similar and different from reality. The room is not as spacious as the others you’ve taken him to but it certainly holds many more things, the most surprising of which was a large bacta tank right below one of the windows. It’s also more homey than the others, which is not surprising to him considering you did let him know that this was your personal room and not one occupied by the others during the hours of the parlor. 

“Is it…pleasing to you?” Ben is surprised by the question, and he lets go of your hand to cross his arms and wander around the chambers. He notices a large bed at the opposite end of the room and regrets where his mind wanders to instantly. Ben is sure his beard is hiding a deep blush heating through his cheeks, and he clears his throat when he turns around and looks at you. He means to offer you a vague answer, but as soon as he takes in a deep breath and the natural scent of the room hits his senses, his heart skips a beat because-

Maker, if he thought your scent was maddening before, it was driving him crazy with lust and need for you now. 

“You will find that I will never disagree with anything your hands caressed.” 

It is far from the response he wanted to offer you, but the reaction he gets out of you from those simple words shoots straight to his cock and makes him clench his fists tightly to try and remain in control. He can see the visible shiver that courses through your body and the way your chest rises and falls rapidly at such a bold exclamation, and against his better judgment, Ben uncrosses his arms and approaches you with careful steps. 

“You f-flatter me Ben.” He can tell you’re embarrassed by the attention he’s freely showering you with all of a sudden, and the shy reaction makes it more difficult for him to keep himself in check, not because of how submissive he’s sure you would be willing to be for him, but because he wants, more than anything, to see that same expression etched on your beautiful features as you came undone around his cock and marked him as yours. 

“Never, little one. I only speak the truth.” Again, whereas he only wished to put you at ease, his body reacts of its own volition and Ben reaches to caress your cheek with his hand. If you’re surprised by the familiarity of the touch, you hide it quickly and choose to close your eyes to commit this moment to memory. 

“B-Ben,” it’s your turn to reach for him, but as soon as you place your hand atop his right shoulder, Ben flinches away and grabs for his side. The reaction is enough to bring you back to reality, and you remember why you brought him to your room in the first place. 

“Kriffing hell, are you trying to distract me on purpose?” You frown and move past him swiftly, not bothering to give him a chance to say anything as you prep the bacta tank. 

“This will not be necessary, I assure you I am-” Ben follows closely behind you to get you to calm down and face him, but you brush him aside and shake your head as the tank fills with water. As you wait for it to be ready, you clear your throat and turn to him again, gaze more stern than Ben ever thought you capable of. 

“I have never been overbearing with you Ben, and I think you can tell that it never bothered me to be quiet and patient with you. But I’m sorry I can’t be either of those things right now. You- you’re hurt and I am sure you neglected to take care of your wounds due to whatever sort of justification you thought up. So, please, if you ever valued our friendship, get in the tank. I can leave if you want some privacy, but just- maker, please let me take care of you.” You choose your words carefully and refuse to back down from Ben’s intense stare as he rubs his beard and visibly thinks over your proposition. He’s quiet for too long to your liking, but when he looks to the bacta tank behind you, he shakes his head and purses his lips tightly. 

“I…cannot afford this, darling. Surely you know that.” Had you not known him, you would have been offended by his words. You almost snap at him but when you notice the ear-to-ear smile breaking across his face, you barely hold back from returning the expression and instead narrow your eyes at him. 

“If you think me cruel enough to charge you for something so important, then I suggest you pack your things and leave…after you use the bacta tank of course.” You know he’s not buying your act one bit, and the idea that you’ve come to a point in your relationship with Ben where the two of you don’t mind teasing each other makes your stomach flutter with warmth. 

“I brought nothing with me except the clothes on my back sweetheart.” His words light a flame across your chest then, and you swallow the lump in your throat as you keep his gaze and notice the curious eyebrow he was aiming at you. Surely he wasn’t flirting with you…was he?

“L-like I said, I can give you privacy if you-” You step back and aimlessly point to a door beside you to let him know that you don’t mind leaving him alone. But Ben shakes his head and moves into your space, ignoring the shocked look on your face when he pushes a few strands of hair away from your eyes to take a better look at you. 

“You and I have known each other long enough, have we not? Unless it is you who wishes to leave, in which case, I will not force you to be here.” There is a hint of humor in his tone that makes you more flustered by the second and you don’t have the mind to form so much as a coherent thought to respond to him. Ben turns around and removes the longer robe covering his form, and it is only when he throws it gently on top of one of the chairs that he notices you not budging from your place. 

“You are not leaving then?” 

“It is my room…so no.” You hate how you trip over your words as you try to answer him, but from the looks of it, Ben doesn’t mind your embarrassed reaction one bit. In fact, he seems to have taken a liking to your more shy demeanor when he openly teases you. 

“Very well. Would you be so kind as to help me out of these robes then? The wound is…it’s severe and limits my movement. I’d hate to irritate it any further.” He points to his right shoulder and side all the while studying your body language to ensure your comfort. The last thing he wants is to push you too far and cause you to run away from him. Ben expects to stand in silence for a while, but when you rub your hands together and approach him, he allows himself to relax further into the intimate and warm space. 

“Sure, yes…I can do that. Just- just tell me if I make you uncomfortable. I’ll leave right away.” You reiterate once more as you lay your hands on top of his shoulders and rub the harsh fabric in between your fingers. Surely he didn’t remain in these robes all the time? His skin looked too soft to be covered with such coarse material, and before you dwell too long on how warm and inviting the skin of his clavicle felt beneath the tips of your fingers, Ben breaks the silence and rests his hands around your waist. He doesn’t try to pull you in closer, but he does squeeze you a little tightly as he returns your own words to you again. 

“Nothing you will do will ever cause me discomfort, little one.” 

“Oh.” It’s quite pathetic how easily Ben can cause your mental capabilities to decrease down to nothing, and you hope he doesn’t think less of you the longer the night stretches because you are sure you will melt into his arms if he so much as whispers a quick ‘thank you’ to you. 

“May I?” Even though he has just given you permission to help him undress, you ask him anyway, knowing that it is better to receive affirmation from him than to accidentally make him wish he never came to you tonight. 

“Please.” The way Ben pleads with you so willingly sends a ripple of lightning down your spine, and your breath hitches when you look up and see how focused he is on you. Knowing that things would only get more intense going forward, you sink your teeth into your lower lip and softly trail your hands down his chest to his stomach. You know you shouldn’t touch him more than necessary but seeing how open and almost inviting he seems to be with you now makes you tiptoe over that line of friendship a little. You say nothing as you rest your palms on top of his stomach, reminding yourself to breathe every couple of seconds when you notice Ben’s own body rising and falling beneath your touch. 

If Ben is affected by your actions, he does a very good job at hiding it, making you wish he was comfortable enough with you to show you how much your intimate and rather lewd caresses are affecting him. For a moment, you swear his chest ceases moving when you finger the buckle of the belt holding his tunic tightly to his torso, but it resumes to the slightest of movement again when you unbuckle it and wrap your hands around his back to remove it carefully without hurting him. 

As soon as you lean into his space, Ben forgets how to breathe, and he shuts his eyes tightly to refrain from closing his arms around you and smothering your lips with his own in a heated kiss. He can smell you much better now, and the flowery almost spicy scent of you is more potent than before. If he parts his lips now, he swears he can taste you on his tongue, but he chooses to keep them shut tightly to avoid any temptations. 

You don’t notice the struggle Ben lives through for those brief moments, too busy wanting to make him as calm and comfortable as possible within your space. There’s a mutual understanding between the two of you as you reach for the bottom of his brown shirt and slowly tug it across his body. Only then does Ben break your gaze, and you hope it isn’t because he’s growing self-conscious in your presence. Your thoughts are answered in an instant when he chuckles embarrassingly and breaks the deep silence that befell you. 

“I am afraid I may smell unpleasant to you. Forgive me, dear one. I cannot always afford bathwater where I live.” 

The sad, broken tone of his voice wraps around your heart and clenches it painfully, making you wish you had the right to ask him to come and bathe here whenever he likes. But you know that he might misunderstand your kindness for something else, and you opt to shaking your head and continuing to raise the shirt until he could slip his left arm from its confines. 

“It may be unpleasant to others, but your scent reminds me of…tenderness, compassion even.” You’re only speaking the truth to him but the honest sentiment must be too much for Ben because he lets out a shaky breath as soon as he wraps his mind around the words you just uttered. As much as you want to continue, you decide to keep quiet again, mostly because you are sure the sight of his skin will make you lose all coherent thought. 

As you expected, your mind unravels haphazardly when you catch sight of the firm yet soft skin of his waist and stomach. Taking advantage of the few seconds of blindness as you remove his shirt from around his neck, you meditate on the trail of hair adorning his navel and hiding beneath his pants before you remember your mission and snap your attention back to his face. Ben looks to the side as soon as he is free of the shirt, and you mentally slap yourself for whatever shameless expression he may have written on your features as you tried to rid him of  his clothes. 

Right, his wounded right side. Focus on his wounded side and shoulder. 

“Don’t try to raise your hand with me, I’ll do this slowly.” Ben doesn’t bother to offer you any response, and you get the sense that it might be because he is not used to showing so much skin to another being. As carefully as possible, you drag the tunic down his shoulder a few inches only to stop and gasp when you catch sight of the scarred flesh of his muscles. 

“Oh sweetheart, what happened to you?” You don’t realize what you say until you meet Ben’s eyes and see the heartbroken look taking over his soul. The term of endearment must be a bit too much for him because in a matter of seconds, his blue orbs are a sea of unshed tears begging to be released from their confinement. 

“It- it wasn’t…I didn’t-” The way he trips over his words lets you know that he couldn’t try to tell you how he came to own these horrid wounds even if he tried, so instead of pushing him any further, you blink away the tears forming in your own eyes and lean into his space. Without thinking much of what you’re doing, you hover over the top of his right side and lay the softest of kisses on his clavicle, barely managing to hold back from turning your head to the side and giving the same attention to his neck. You don’t give him a chance to say anything else as you continue to leave a trail of kisses down each inch of skin you reveal to the warm air. Once you’ve completely removed his shirt from his body, you take a step back and bring his right arm closer to your face. Making certain that he was focusing only on you, you lift his hand to your lips and kiss across his wrist to his forearm, hoping that the gentle touches weren’t making matters worse. When you’ve left your mark over the skin that wasn’t too sensitive or too inflamed, you lay his arm down to his side and muster up the courage to meet his eyes once more. 

The look he gives you is both heartwarming and heartbreaking, and you can tell that he was trying his hardest to not break down completely in your presence. 

Ben wants to say so much. He wants to thank you for your unusual kindness and caring touches. He wants to beg you to keep leaving your mark on him because the searing heat your lips left across his skin is better than the burning pins and needle sensations he’s felt for weeks now. He wants to repay your patience by kissing away all doubts from your mind, doubts he saw from the first time he came to you. He wants to shower you with pleasant words, whispers of his affections and dreams that he was now certain you would not be opposed to. 

But all that manages to leave his mouth are two quiet, unsure words. 

“Thank you.”

You smile at him then, and Ben thanks the maker that you don’t say anything else because he’s sure he would collapse then and there if he heard your voice purr more reassuring compliments to him. 

The moment evaporates into thin air, however, when all of a sudden, you get down on your knees in front of him and look up into his tear-stained eyes just as you grab his shoes. A hint of panic washes over his entire body and you gulp nervously when he reaches down and grabs hold of both of your shoulders to prevent you from doing anything. You’re not sure what he thought you were about to do, but when you notice the soft muscles of his chest flex tightly, you realize his mind was racing towards a more inappropriate link of thinking. 

“I’m just going to take your shoes off.” Even though your voice is barely louder than a whisper, you flinch at how harsh and gravely it comes out, not because of how unpleasant it might be but because Ben twitches when he hears it fill the silent air. When he doesn’t say anything back, you let go of his legs and keep your hands clasped in your lap. Ben’s attention shifts down to look at your hands, and you almost frown in question when you notice the tight clench of his jaws as he continues to look at your stance. 

“Is this still okay?” You follow up shortly after, praying to the maker that he doesn’t collect his belongings and walk out the door. 

“Y-yes.” He lets go of your shoulders and stands up to his height again soon after, and it takes every ounce of control in your body to not beg him to have his way with you. Ben may not appear menacing and dominant when he walks around with his hunched back and inviting body language, but as you look at him now, without the multitude of clothes often hiding him from your hungry gaze, you can’t help but find his presence commanding, more so than anyone else you’ve ever met. 

Taking in a deep breath, you nod in return and lift his ankle off the ground, biting into the inside of your cheek when you feel the warm skin erupt in goosebumps underneath your touch. 

Maker, he was more touch-starved than you thought. 

As you remove his shoes and socks, your train of thought takes a turn for the worse when it comes to your attention that you might be the first person Ben has revealed himself to in a long time. A part of you hopes that you are the first to ever lay eyes on him, but you knew that, with the Coruscant accent he tried his best to hide whenever he spoke, this was highly unlikely. Ben was one of the most handsome men you’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing, and this was now. You smile to yourself when you think of all the hearts he broke in his younger days, and you quickly thank the maker for not being one of them because you very much liked him as he was in this moment. 

Reserved but engaging. 

Even though Ben isn’t in touch with the Force as he used to be, he can still see through the dazed veil that overtook you as soon as you began removing his shoes. He wants to break through that blanket of doubt and assure you that you are the first who’s seen him this vulnerable in decades, but he thinks against it, not knowing how you would react to such a sudden confession.

He composes himself as you stand again, but that composure falters when he feels your fingers rest at the top of his pants. He looks down and notices how still you’ve become, and he gulps rather loudly when he realizes what you were silently asking him. Shifting his attention back to you once more, Ben doesn’t bother hiding the rapid rise and fall of his chest as his heart rate elevates, and before you can ask him if what you’re doing is acceptable, he nods at you and braces himself for what’s to follow. 

You’re not sure if it’s better for him if you avoided his gaze or kept contact with his anxiety-filled blue orbs, but you opt for the latter, knowing that he probably wouldn’t appreciate you devouring him as you pulled down his pants. Without missing a beat, you unclasp the button keeping the fabric tightly hugged around his hips, slowly lowering the zipper to give him time to remove your hands from him. When he doesn’t push your fingers away, you continue lowering the zipper until his pants are hanging loosely around his waist. 

“Is this still okay Ben?” 

You’re not sure what sort of response you expected to receive from him, but the low groan he graces you with is certainly the last thing you expected to hear. Ben must notice the shock of the noise he just made etched on your features because he nods frantically soon after and bites into his lower lip as you let his pants fall down his legs. As much as you want to take in every bit of his skin, you keep your gaze sternly above his neck, and say nothing more as you take his hands in yours and pull him towards you. Ben doesn’t dare look elsewhere, and as he steps out of his pants, he does everything in his power to distract himself from his body’s reaction to your touches. 

He prays that you aren’t offended by the natural reflex currently plaguing his mind, and it’s only when he sees how respectful you’re trying to be that he forgets his worries and looks away to the bacta tank.

“Ben, I can see how nervous you are. Like I said, I can leave to give you more privacy. If you wish to take off your…umm, the rest of your clothes, I will move to the next room and wait for you until you’re done.” You squeeze his hands tightly to let him know that you meant every word you uttered, and you’re surprised when he clutches your palms in return. 

“Don’t leave, please. I- I want you here, but I do not think I am ready to take this off just yet.” 

“That’s okay. If you want, I have something else you can wear so you don’t get these wet? I’ll have them washed for you too so they could be ready by the time we’re done.” Again, you don’t realize the innuendo until you’ve spoken the last few words. If Ben notices, he says nothing and instead agrees to your offer. You let go of his hands and move towards one of your dressers, quickly grabbing a pair of loose shorts before returning to his side. 

“I- I’ll just turn around until you’re done.” You hand him the softer fabric and smile when he nods again and shoots you a bashful smile. Before he can take his underclothes off, you lean down and snatch his pants and socks from the floor, not bothering to look at him again as you turn around and take his shirt and robe from the chair you laid them on. You throw them over your arm and wait patiently for Ben to tell you when you can turn around. There’s quiet shuffling behind you for a few moments, and you decide to study the corner of your wall to avoid thinking of Ben looks like completely nude. 

Ben clears his throat as loudly as possible to let you know that he’s dressed again, and you hope that he can see how much you’re trying to accommodate him. When you turn around, you gasp at the site of him standing in front of the bacta tank. As hard as you try not to stare at him, you can’t help but let your eyes wander down his broad form to his thick thighs and firm legs. 

“Maker Ben, you’re beautiful.” 

It’s not what you planned on telling him, but it is what comes out, and you apologize quickly when you look up at him and see the blush creeping down his neck to his chest. 

“T-thank you darling.” 

Not knowing where to go from here, you pretend he didn’t just call you another personal term of endearment and reach to grab his undergarments from him. Ben hands it to you and waits patiently until you leave to the other room before he allows his shoulders to relax. He takes those few moments to collect his bearings, looking down at his almost nude form to see if there was anything wrong with him. It’s been so long since another saw him so exposed and vulnerable, and he hopes that you like what he has to offer even a little bit. He is not as lean and muscular as he once was, and those doubts from earlier in the day come creeping back into his mind when he sees all the imperfections littering his skin. Before he can dwell too much on them though, you’re back in the room with two flasks in your hands. 

“Umm, I wasn’t sure if you wanted to receive your usual massage so I brought these out in case you decided on one after you’re done with the bacta tank.” When Ben says nothing in return, you place the two flasks down onto the table and approach him slowly. 

“Ben, I want you to know that you’re in charge here. I won’t ever do anything you don’t want. But…I do need you to tell me if I am. I know this might be all new to you but I won’t know if I’m doing anything wrong unless you tell me.” You speak as gently as possible, wanting him to know that you’re not angry with him but that you really did need him to give you even the shortest of responses. 

“Forgive me, you’re right. I- I merely cannot trust my own voice at the moment, hence my reluctance to respond to your kindness. If you are not otherwise occupied for the evening, I would very much like to receive one after.” His voice is hoarse and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was a little turned on from this entire situation. You couldn’t blame him though. You’ve been turned on ever since you walked out and saw him waiting at the corner of the parlor. 

“No need to apologize, a simple yes or no would be enough. Although, I won’t oppose hearing your voice more often.” You try to ease the anxiety floating around him, and you giggle when he raises a curious eyebrow and shoots you an actual, deep smile. 

“Is that so? You enjoy listening to my voice, little one?” The teasing remark, along with the flirtatious petname, are almost enough to have you begging for him to fuck you against the wall, but you hold yourself back from saying what you really want to tell him. 

“Y-yes, I do. It’s very gentle and soothing. You could read a manual on how to shut down a droid and I would consider it poetry.” You respond instead and move around him to get the bacta tank ready for him. Ben hums lowly and it’s only when you turn around and look at him that you see the same struggle you were experiencing taking hold of him as well. 

“Good to know.” 

Although it’s an open-ended comment, you know better than to keep the conversation going down that road. As much as you want to continue flirting with him, you don’t want to be distracted from taking care of wounds. 

“Whenever you’re ready then,” you hold the mask up to him, but Ben shakes his head and walks around to get into the tank. 

“That won’t be necessary. I do not intend on remaining in there long enough to fall asleep.” His tone is more assertive than before so you don’t try to argue with him, knowing that this was already difficult for him to do. 

“Whatever makes you comfortable.” You say as you put the breathing mask away and stand aside to give him enough room to lower himself into the tank. He’s slow and careful in his movements, and you watch him closely to see if he needs your help with anything. He sits down into the tank and looks towards you again.

“You will not leave?”

The question surprises you, and you take a step towards him, reaching out for his left hand and taking it in between your own softly to reassure him. 

“I won’t, I promise.” Ben sighs in relief at your response and he turns away as he slowly descends his body below the warm, healing waters. You quickly grab a towel and place it at the edge of the tank in time for him to lower his neck down and rest on it. 

“You know, you might be the first person to ever use the bacta tank as a bathtub and I think it’s hilarious.” You break the silence after a while, and watch as he chuckles at your words. 

“I am glad I can be amusing to you sweetheart.” You shut your eyes and meditate on his voice for a few moments, thankful that he was already finding this relaxing. You stand next to him in silence for a few minutes, and when his breathing looks constant, you think that he may have fallen asleep out of fatigue. As soon as you try to move away to bring another towel for after he finishes, his hand leaves the waters of the bacta tank and take hold of your wrist. 

“You said you would not leave.” His eyes are much more intense than before, and you blink at him in confusion before you reach for his wrist and massage his skin. 

“I’m not. I was just going to bring you a towel.” You don’t dare look away from him, knowing that he might misunderstand your behavior and think that he made you uncomfortable. Instead of letting go of your hand, he shuts his eyes and rests his head back against the edge of the tank before he lowers his arm into the water again. You don’t bother asking him why he was so afraid of remaining in the bacta tank by himself, and instead shift closer to him so your own hand can hold onto him better. Pushing your arm deeper into the water, you grab hold of his forearm and rest your head against the side of the glass, all the while studying his calm and relaxed features as the medicinal components of the liquid began to work through his wounds. 

Time passes easily as Ben relaxes further in the water, and you trace small shapes across his forearm to help ease his anxiety. You notice the occasional eyebrow twitch whenever the water gets warmer and bubbles around his arm. You study him closely and try your best to think less of what his skin would feel like sliding against your own as he coaxes pleasure from your body, but then his upper thigh touches the back of your hand suddenly and your attention shifts from his features to the expanse of his legs. 

You lick your lips when you see old scars littering his light, golden muscles and the thought that he could manhandle you any minute if he wished to causes you to clench your thighs tightly. Looking up at his face one last time, you make sure his eyes are still closed and serene before you allow yourself to memorize his broad form. Your breathing becomes erratic as you trail your gaze down his torso, fingers itching to reach over and rub across the blonde, reddish hair adorning his chest and stomach. There’s nothing you want more than to ask him what he used to do before he came to Tatooine, but you know that it would only make him feel worse for not opening up to you any further. 

Stars, he must have been someone important if there are this many scars across his body. 

As you descend your focus down his body, you fixate on his hips and the dip of skin below the edge of the shorts. It was such a shame he hid his body from the world. You knew many who would pay good money just to look at a specimen like Ben. He was hard and soft in all the right places, and from the looks of the slowly forming bulge straining against the fabric, you got the sense that he could have anyone he wanted. He would only say a word and they would come. 

Literally. 

“Do you always stare at your wounded clients as if they are exotic delicacies?” Ben’s deep voice makes you jump from your place, and you try to remove your hand from him but he holds onto your arm tightly and keeps you close to the bacta tank. 

“I- I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have-” You try to think of a believable reason behind you openly and shamelessly gawking at his nudity but words fail you when you meet his eyes and notice just how dilated and almost hungry his pupils are. 

“I was not complaining, my darling.” It’s soothing to hear that he doesn’t mind the way you’re staring at him, but you turn away with a smile on your face when he tilts his head to the side and mirrors your own actions. You can tell he’s also raking his eyes over your body from your periphery, and you hope he likes whatever he sees. 

“If you must know…no, I don’t.” You pretend to pick at something on your dress when you finally manage to utter a grammatically correct sentence. The little hum Ben throws at you is somehow in response to your words as well as his own actions, and you wish he didn’t have such an intense effect on you. 

“Hmm.”

“Only those I find interesting.” You look back at him, and feel your heart skip a beat when you see the way he’s staring at the skin peeking from underneath the thin fabric of the dress. 

“You find me interesting?” His hand slithers further up your arm until he’s grasping your shoulder, and your breathing grows erratic when the dampness of his palm drips down your exposed shoulders and wets the top of the dress. His eyes are becoming more difficult to hold contact with but you remain steadfast, wanting him to know of the effect he’s having on you, wanting him to see how easily can have you, how quickly you’d submit to him if he so much as touches your cheek again. 

“Y-yes, amongst other things.” Against your better judgment, you reach for his hair with your hand and comb it away from his face, wanting to take a better look at him in case he decided to take this a step further. What you don’t expect is for Ben to take hold of the edge of the tank and push himself up until he’s only a few inches away from you. You can feel the heat of the water radiating off of his body, and you wish he could just drag you to your bed and fuck you until you couldn’t remember anything but the sound of his name falling from your lips. 

“Enlighten me then.” Ben breathes against the corner of your mouth, and you part your lips in hopes of tasting his smile on your tongue. His scent overwhelms you in the best way possible, and you hate how it will soon become the same as the oils you’ve set aside for him. 

A strange thought breaks through the spell you’ve fallen under, and you realize too late that your expression is reflecting the worry taking hold of your heart when Ben’s smile falters for a moment, and sits back in the water as he makes note of the reluctant look aimed at him. 

“I…don’t want to lose you.” It’s perhaps the most vague sentiment you can ever tell anyone during such a moment, mostly because it wasn’t prefaced by a related question. You don’t know what else to say though and you know nothing else will come close to explaining the fear of never seeing Ben again. Thinking that he might get weirded out by the rather general statement, you turn away from him to prepare for whatever cold, uncommitted response you’ll receive from him. 

But like before, Ben surprises you and takes hold of your chin in between his fingers. As much as you don’t want to look at him, you obey his soft yet assertive motion and slowly face him. His expression switches to a more welcoming and teasing smile when he finally looks into your eyes and you can’t control your own muscles as you focus on his inviting body language. Against your better judgment, you reach for him and place one hand on his chest while the other grabs his upper arm, wanting to keep yourself grounded so you don’t run away from him as soon as he speaks. 

“You will not lose me, little one. I only ask that you speak in truths.” Ben grows bold with his touches, waiting until you slip your hand a little lower across his stomach before he traces your lower lip with his thumb. His gaze shifts to your parted lips and he licks his own when he notices your tongue peak out and almost wrap around his fingers. 

“I- I could never lie to you Ben. Never.” You shut your eyes and whisper to him as he continues to draw patterns over your heated flesh. When you feel his hand descend lower and rest on top of your neck, you squeeze his arm and urge him to do as he wishes freely and without worry. He doesn’t flex one finger and you come close to pulling him into your space, but before you can do that, you feel the hold he has on your neck tighten a bit, forcing you to open your eyes and look straight into his. 

“Promise?” Ben asks as he moves out of the water closer to you, not caring a single bit for how wet you’re becoming the more he touches you. His palm is now firmly encompassing your neck like a necklace, and you trail your hand from his biceps down his arm slowly until you have a firm grip on his wrist. A sigh of relief escapes both of your mouths in unison as you come to the same conclusion seconds apart. 

Ben came to your parlor tonight with no hope of ever becoming brave enough to tell you how deeply he cares for you, and as soon as you saw him, you prayed to the maker that it wouldn’t be the last time he’d visit you. 

As you now stare deeply into each others’ eyes, you come to understand that your desires have always mirrored each other, and that you are more than willing to give into the weeks and months of desperate need, even if you were uncertain of what would happen after tonight.  

“Please.” 

You plead against his cheek and hold your breath when you feel his other arm slowly wrap around your waist. He’s about to pull you towards him when the bacta tank shuts down and causes the waters to remain still. Ben clenches his jaw tightly as a new silence fills the room, and he reluctantly pulls away from you when he opens his eyes and sees a similar expression of irritation etched on your features. He can’t help but chuckle though as you roll your eyes at the timing of the sound. 

“Hmm, I do believe you owe me a massage.” He lets go of you and maneuvers himself around until he’s kneeling in the large glass tub. Ben says nothing as he slowly stands in the bacta tank and stares down at you, and it’s only when he tilts his head to the side and raises an eyebrow that you realize he’s waiting for you to bring him a towel so he doesn’t make a mess of your floors. 

“S-sorry, yes. I uhh- I did say that.” You shake your head and run towards one of your dressers, instantly reaching for the softer towels you reserved for yourself without a thought. You bring it back to him and try your best to avoid looking at the way the fabric of the long shorts hug his skin. You ignore the prominent bulge begging for your attention as you hand him the towel, not waiting for him to dry himself before you walk to the massage table near the window and prepare it for him. 

Ben doesn’t pull his attention away from you for a second, and a new amusement takes over him when he sees how hard you’re trying to remain respectful when a moment ago, you were practically presenting yourself to him on a golden platter. He takes advantage of your sudden shyness and slips out of the shorts you handed him earlier. Hanging them on the edge of the bacta tank, Ben wraps the towel around his waist and fastens it at the corner before he slowly walks towards you. 

He wants nothing more than to push himself flush against your back, but he reminds himself that this back and forth teasing would be well worth it once you finally told him what you truly wanted. 

“It’s up to you whether you want to keep the shorts on or-” The words die in your throat when you turn around and see Ben standing a few feet away from you wrapped in a towel. Your eyes shift to the bacta tank behind, and when you realize that he’s wearing nothing underneath the soft fabric slowly clinging tighter to his body, you gulp nervously and move aside so he could climb onto the bed. 

“The last thing I intend is to make a mess of your room. If you mind of course, I will gladly put them on again.” Ben teases as he approaches you, only to chuckle at you when you cut him off with a rather quick and enthusiastic response. 

“NO! I mean…uhh, no that’s- that’s okay. Whatever makes you comfortable.” You mentally kick yourself when you hear him hum at you, rolling your eyes at the grin that appears on his handsome features as he begins climbing onto the massage bed.

“Like I said earlier, please tell me if I do something you don’t like.” You say as Ben maneuvers himself around until he’s laying on his stomach, wanting him to remember that he was still completely in charge. When he settles down and fixes the towel around his hips, you take a deep breath and will yourself to think of anything but how inviting his skin looks. 

“Judging by the number of times you’ve spoken similar words to me, I suspect it is I who is making you uncomfortable.” Ben glances to the side and smirks at you when he sees you nervously clutching the different flasks of oil near your chest. 

“Uncomfortable wouldn’t be the word I’d use.” You whisper to him as you set one flask down and tilt the other in your hand until enough is poured in your palm. You move around to begin at his upper back when Ben sits up and silently stares at you. You know what he’s asking and you hate how it only takes one simple look for you to be at his mercy. 

“Nervous perhaps…or umm, overwhelmed. Whichever you find more pleasing.” You blink away and take another step towards him, hoping he’d get the idea and drop the subject before you knelt down and pleaded for him to claim you. 

“It is not my intention to inspire such feelings within you, little one.” Ben says firmly, and you realize he probably assumed the negative connotations behind those words, not the ones you actually felt. He doesn’t bother to lay back down again and you dread having to clarify what you meant when you said he made you nervous. 

“It’s you so I- I don’t mind it.” You smile shyly at him, and look down at your hands when you see the second he catches on to what you’re saying. Ben hums lowly as he settles down again and you sigh in relief at managing to convince him to move on without you embarrassing yourself any further. Before the warm oil trickles down your wrist any further, you softly begin to rub it across his upper back and bite into your lower lip when you feel Ben relax at your touch as soon as you dig your thumbs into the muscles across his shoulders. He tenses for a few seconds when you trail your palms all the way up to his neck, and you almost stop when you see the way he’s reacting to you. But when he groans deeply and stretches his neck down so you can have more access to his skin, you continue to stroke his shoulders until he visibly melts into the bed. 

You want to ask him if he wants you to do anything different, but as you pour more oil on his back and rub it until his skin is glistening like the golden suns, you forget how to form a coherent sentence. The longer you knead those knots, the louder Ben’s moans grow, so much so that you vaguely hear him apologizing for the inappropriate sounds he was conveying to you. 

It’s only when you focus on his biceps and triceps that he finally breaks the silence and snaps you out of your haze again. 

“Tell me.” Ben demands all of a sudden and you halt in your movement when you sweep your eyes over to his face and see them wide open and staring right at you. 

“W-what?”

“I think you know,” he grins at you, raising a curious eyebrow when you blink at him knowingly before you return to massaging his left arm, purposely avoiding the right one in case he still felt pain coursing through it. 

“This is hardly the time to-” For the first time since you’ve met him, Ben cuts you off mid-sentence and raises his head far enough to take a proper look at you. You ignore the way he’s looking at you and focus on his forearm, praying to the maker that he doesn’t notice your skin crawling with goosebumps every time you feel the hair on his arms tickle your fingers. 

“Do not attempt to distract me, darling. On the contrary, I believe this is the perfect time to tell me what you think of me.” He rests his cheek against the pillow once more, but you knew he wouldn’t drop this anytime soon. You move around to stand at the head of the bed, and as you reach for the other flask of oil, you feel Ben’s hands reach down and grip your upper thighs to pull you closer. 

“B-Ben…”

“I only wished to bring you closer, nothing more.” He whispers to you as he returns his hands to his sides again, making you wish he wasn’t so respectful of whatever boundaries remained between the two of you. Shaking those filthy thoughts from your head, you don’t care how intimate you’re nearing him as you lean down and push your hands down the center of his back until you’ve reached the edge of the towel. Ben moans shamelessly when you slip your fingers beneath the towel and push your thumbs harshly into the round muscles of his butt. You continue to apply pressure up and down his back, occasionally loosening the towel to get better access to his backside. You almost giggle when you see Ben raising his hips off of the bed to allow you to pull on the towel, but you hold yourself back, afraid he might think you’re laughing at him. 

Without giving him a warning, you take the oil and move to the opposite end of the bed, choosing to ignore the way he spreads his legs wider to get more comfortable. Mirroring your actions from before, you pour the oil on one leg and dig your knuckles into his calves until you hear him sigh in relief again. Ben says nothing else for a while and you suspect it is due to how close you’re beginning to get to the more sensitive areas. Even though you slip your hands underneath the towel again, you make sure to only reach the lower skin of his upper thighs and no further, not wanting him to think you want to force him through distraction. As you turn to the other leg, you can’t help but admire the numerous dips and scars across his entire body. Again, there was nothing necessarily attractive about a body mapped with different types of scars, especially when you could tell that some of them weren’t left behind by a simple blaster but by something that ran much hotter. 

A strange thought enters your mind all of a sudden at a particularly nasty gash you saw on his side earlier, but you brush it aside when you realize how pathetic it must be. There’s no way this man ever came in contact with something like a lightsaber. He mostly kept to himself. Besides, if he did ever meet the end of such a weapon, there was no chance he could live and tell the tale. 

“You’re drifting again.”

“Sorry, I was just…I was admiring your body.” You decide to stick as close to the truth as possible without making a fool out of yourself. 

“There is nothing to admire about an old man’s beaten body.” You know he meant to pass his comment off as a joke, but the self-deprecating, almost sad tone of his voice makes you think he probably thought you were bluffing to avoid answering any of his questions. 

“Turn around for me.” You tap his leg twice and pretend to distract yourself with something on your dress so you don’t accidentally get an eyeful of what’s below the towel should it slip by accident from him. It takes him a little longer than usual to settle down again, and when you turn around to look at him, you realize it’s because of the not-so-subtle reaction his body was having in response to your touch. 

“I told you I’d never lie to you Ben, and I meant it.” Ben’s eyes flutter open at your words, and he watches you closely as you pour oil on his chest and slowly rub it across his scarred skin. His gaze is more intense than ever, and you don’t dare break contact with his eyes out of fear of making him think you are lying to him. 

“I’ve seen many through the years, almost every type of shape and color and size…but none compare to yours. You’re…unique, in the most beautiful way possible.” You swear his chest rumbles with a growl at your confession, and you bite into your cheek when you see it rise and fall at a quicker pace. Looking down at his hands, you barely manage to hold back from digging your nails into his chest when you see the way he’s clenching his fists tightly at your comment.

“I- I am most flattered by your a-admiration but-” Ben grunts when you accidentally graze one of his nipples, his mind instantly going into hyperdrive and making him lose his train of thoughts. “But I highly doubt this is the most impressive form you’ve ever come across.” His voice is strained, that you’re certain of, and you want to see how far you can take it with him before he can no longer hold back. You’re close to thinking against it, but as you continue to knead his tight muscles, you notice a dark blush creeping down his neck to his chest and decide to tease him just a little bit more.

“Are you seriously going to mansplain to me who I find attractive?” You ask in what you hope is your most stern tone, and it must be more assertive than you think because Ben turns away from your hands and focuses on you again with a slight hint of panic coloring his cheeks. 

“No, I- I would never presume to tell you h-” Ben falters when he notices a dangerous glint in your eyes, and he drops his head against the pillow once he understands you were only trying to get on his nerves. 

“You minx,” he whispers beneath his breath and shuts his eyes again, allowing you a moment of respite to pay more attention to his tired muscles. A different silence falls over the room soon after, and you finally manage to take your mind away from the many things you wish to do to Ben. There’s an occasional sigh that falls from his lips every time you dig your knuckles into a particularly knotted muscle. 

Making your way around the bed, you clear your throat softly as you work your way down his stomach, and Ben becomes more vocal as he feels your hands descend beneath the edge of the towel again. Unlike earlier, when you kept your touches right at the top of the soft fabric, you become more bold with him and bring your fingers right where his waist dips and creates that faint v-line. He hisses as soon as your nails pass across the coarse hair peppering his navel at the top of his crotch, and his eyes flutter open instantly, only to see you already staring at him with a fire he’s never seen on another’s features before. 

“Sweet one,” Ben bites into his lower lip as you shiver at the endearment, and he reaches for your wrist slowly to hold onto it, afraid that he won’t be able to say what he really wants if you continued to map his skin as if you already claimed it. 

“Ben,” you sigh his name as you slip from his grip and move on to his legs. He watches you closely and furrows his eyebrows when you pour more oil on your palms and begin to rub his legs. He sits up on his elbows and gulps nervously as you move beneath the towel and move the warm viscous liquid up his thighs. Almost on instinct, Ben spreads his thighs to give you more access, and he somehow finds the will to continue breathing even as you stare straight into his eyes the higher you go up his thighs. 

“Believe me when I tell you, I’ve never met anyone I wanted to worship this much. You’re more beautiful than any star, and I want nothing more than to ease your pain, perhaps even your loneliness.” You coo at him, and watch as he struggles to find a proper response to your revelation. When he takes too long to say anything, you bring your body as close to his own as possible and drive your nails deeper into the skin of his thick thighs. Ben groans deeply and you can’t help but smile at him when you see the prominent tent forming underneath the towel flex slightly before it rests again. 

“You- you find me attractive?” The disbelief in his voice almost causes you to double over in laughter because not an hour ago, he had his hand wrapped around your throat like he had every right to touch you so intimately and here he was still questioning, not only your behavior, but your words as well. 

“Oh come on baby, I said that ages ago. Catch up and I promise to make you feel good.” Your fingers trail a little higher again, making Ben jolt all of a sudden and fist his hands against the bedsheets. 

“Dear one…do not think you need to do this for my sake. I hold the utmost respect towards you and I cannot bear the thought of ever forcing you to-” The rest of the sentiment dies in his throat as soon as you lean over him and rest your cheek against his hip. Ben ceases to breathe when you flutter your eyelashes at him as you turn to the knot on the side of the towel and bite into it. You don’t move another muscle though, wanting to give him the chance to push you away or apologize for not wanting to do this. When he inches his hand slowly to your neck and nods at you, you give his waist a quick kiss before you take the fabric of the towel between your teeth and pull on it. 

Ben grips your neck tightly as you raise your head and bring the towel away from his skin. He tries to sit up on his elbows again but he realizes too soon he doesn’t have the strength to do anything apart from stare at you as you worshiped him. 

You, on the other hand, don’t look down at the newly exposed skin, wanting Ben to see that you are willing to take things slow for his sake. Your palms remain planted on his inner and outer thigh, and when the knot comes undone, you push the fabric across his hips until it falls on either side of him. 

“Darling I-” He starts to say something but you cut him off instantly, wanting to tell him everything you’ve felt for him ever since he bid you a shy ‘hello’ that fateful time. 

“Tell me what you want Ben, please. I’ll do anything to please you, anything. You- you’ve been on my mind for so long, and I just want to make you feel good. Do what you want with me…use me, my hands, my mouth…my-”

The only warning you have before Ben drags you on top of him is a deep growl conveying nothing but absolute desperation and anguish. You’re shocked by the sudden display of power Ben exhibits all of a sudden, not because you didn’t think he was capable of pulling you into his lap with ease, but because you didn’t think he’d ever grow so bold with you. Up until now, he’s been nothing but a gentleman, always asking you in his own way if you were still comfortable with whatever was going on between the two of you. But to see him lose his self-control to the point where he had to bring you on top of him without a care for his own fatigued muscles sets your chest on fire.

“S-stars…Ben-” You moan his name when he twists his fingers into your hair and tugs on it until your throat is on full display for him. No sooner than that do you feel his mouth kissing and nipping at the juncture of your neck, and don’t dare push him away for even a second. It’s Ben’s turn to grunt against you as you dig your fingers into his chest, and without putting much thought into it, he wraps his other arm around your back and forces your chest flush against his own. He can feel your pert nipples rub deliciously against his chest, and he reminds himself that he still has to ask for permission before he rips your flimsy dress to bits. 

“Have you any idea of the effect you have on me?” 

You sigh heavily as you gyrate your hips against his hard cock, giggling to yourself when the action distracts him from leaving his mark on every bit of your skin. 

“I- I think I have a small idea actually…well, it’s not that small actually. More like a- oh fuck, oh my stars…it’s a hard, thick, delicious idea.” Your jumbled words earn you a chuckle from the man beneath you, and you open your eyes to look down at him when he lays back down against the pillow and brings you along with him. 

“It is you who deserves to be worshiped, sweet one. Believe me, I want nothing more than to take my time with you, relish in the way I coax pleasure from every bit of this lovely body of yours, mark you with kisses that rival the stars in this galaxy…but I can bear it no longer.” His unabashed confessions send a strike of lightning down your spine, making you arch your back against him to feel his lips on your heated skin again. You sink your fingers into his hair the harder he pulls you against him, and only when his palm grabs at your ass and pushes it against his cock do you dare to pull on his sun-kissed strands. Ben thrusts his hips into your stomach, the sensation of his hard and heavy length reminding you of how full you will feel in a matter of minutes. 

Pleading words slowly form on your lips in response to his rather needy requests, but you can’t find the will to part with them due to the sheer hold Ben has on you, physically and emotionally. His arms tighten around you when he notices you trying to remove yourself from him. You look down to try and put his mind at ease, tell him that you’d never think of letting him go now that he was touching you so sweetly. But as soon as you set your eyes on his own dilated ones, you forget how to breathe and pray that he puts you out of your misery. Thankfully, Ben doesn’t take too long to notice the hungry way in which you continue to eye his lips, and before either of you say anything else, he’s pulling you down by the neck and meeting you halfway with what you would later describe as the most breathtaking kiss you’d ever been gifted in your entire life. 

You always thought Ben would kiss you softly, perhaps slip his tongue reluctantly into your mouth if you parted your lips for him. And perhaps he does savor such soft touches, you pray you can find out later if he prefers them. This moment, however, reminds you that this man was very much capable of bringing you to your knees with a simple look if he so wished. The thought of being at his mercy forces you closer to him, and you tilt your head to the side as he deepens the kiss, his tongue working magic against you and allowing you to look forward to where else it can leave its mark. 

Judging from the hungry and aggressive control Ben displays, you don’t bother trying to take control of the moment. The hum of approval he graces you with when he feels you completely melt against him coaxes a moan from your throat, and you manage to break the kiss for one second to breathe before Ben shoves his mouth against yours again. You almost sob at how much he wants you, and you almost do as well. But when you feel his fingers slowly tug on the ends of your long clothes, you forget everything else and raise yourself above him a few inches to give him more access to your clothes. It’s his turn to break the kiss, and you nuzzle into his neck and whimper when he bunches your dress all the way across your hips. 

“Love, will you let me have you? I promise to pleasure you later with nothing but my lips, kiss every inch of your skin until you beg me to stop. But right now, I- Force help me, I will surely die if I do not feel the heat of your cunt around my cock.” Ben pleads against your ear, kissing and nipping across the heated skin of your cheek as he keeps the dress around your waist with one hand while the other squeezes your ass. The soft material of your panties makes him slam his head against the pillow twice to control himself until you give him a proper answer. 

“Maker…please just-” You cry his name once he slips his fingers beneath the flimsy article of clothing and pulls on it until it’s perfectly nestled across your aching clit. It strains against his ministrations, and you wish he can just rid you of it so you can feel his cock slide against your cunt. Not knowing what else to do, you turn to him a little and leave a trail of wet kisses from his beard down to the clenched muscles of his neck and shoulders. When you slowly begin to suck your mark on his jugular, Ben thrusts his cock hard against you again, almost causing you to slip from his lap at the sudden and aggressive reaction. He can feel your dress still keeping you from him and in an effort to maneuver you better so he can slip it off, his fingers slip below the front of your panties and pass deliciously against your wet cunt. Both of you cease all movement instantly, but the warmth of his hand feels too good against your pulsating clit so you throw all caution aside and push yourself harder against him. His fingers pass perfectly across your slit and forces an obscene moan deep from your throat. 

“Let me have you. Let me make love to you sweetheart. Let me mark you as mine…claim you so the stars know whom you belong to.” Ben pleads one last time as he expertly rubs your clit and grips your hair tightly to have some semblance of control until you consent to his needs.

“Please Ben, I- I want you so fucking badly. Do whatever you want with me. I don’t care what you do, just don’t stop touching me. Make me yours…oh fuck, take me now, and don’t be gentle.” You were never one to beg for anything from a man, but as Ben tilts his head to the side and whispers the faintest promises to you, you throw all self-consciousness and respect aside for the sake of meeting the end of those confessions. 

“Anything for you, love.” Ben promises against your lips, not wasting another precious second as he lets go of your ass and brings his hand to his mouth. You watch as he spits on his fingers and shoves those same digits into your mouth to collect your own essence before he reaches for his cock. You try to throw your head back to savor the moment but Ben keeps a firm grip on your hair, silently letting you know that he wanted to watch as he filled you with his dick for the first time. You furrow your eyebrows at the vague sensation of Ben’s hands rubbing his cock to with your combined spit, and when you can’t take it any longer, you cry his name again to urge him on. 

“Fuck me…please Ben.”

The request washes over Ben like a prayer, and he leans up to capture your lips in another heated kiss just as he shoves your panties to the side and teases your clit with the head of his cock. You can feel how warm and hard he is against your slit, and you shove your hips forward to try and catch his length in between your wet lips. Ben is quicker though, and he holds you back with a simple pull to your strands, a small warning to ensure that you understand who was in control. 

“Little one, I want to hear you beg for my cock. Beg me to fill your cunt.” The filthy command sends a shiver down your spine, and you begin to shake in his arms the more he teases your clit with his length. 

“Ben, I can’t- maker, it hurts. It hurts not having you inside me. I can’t take it anymore, I want you to fill me with your cock. Fuck me the way you’ve always wanted, I- I promise to be good for you. Please…please give me y- ahhh…”

He almost panics at the first few words you sob as you stare deep into his eyes, and it’s only when you continue that Ben finally understands just how much you want him. He was planning on teasing you until the whole planet knew who was making you feel so needy, but the way you moan to him your craving for his cock sends him over the edge. Without warning, Ben pulls you until your chest is flush against his own, and before you can say anything else, he slowly inches his cock into your pussy, halting every few seconds to give you a chance to get used to the intrusion. 

“Fuck me Ben, I n-need you to…fu-uck me.” Your voice barely comes out as a whisper, and it takes every ounce of focus and control in Ben’s system to not thrust into your heat quickly and fill you over and over again. 

“I don’t wish to hurt you.” He lets go of your hair and wraps both of his arms around your back in an attempt to comfort you. But you can’t find it in yourself to care for whether he will leave you bruised and hurt. All you seem to want is to feel him everywhere, and you do so by wrapping your arms around his neck and shoving your face into the crook of his neck again. 

“I want it to hurt…I want to feel you for days. I- I need it Ben.” You hope that he understands how truthful you are, but Ben remains still for a few seconds more, making you shake with desperate need for more. More of his kisses, his gaze, his touch, his thick cock carving your cunt to fit you perfectly. 

“Please.” You plead one last time, and it must be all he needs to hear because in an instant, Ben is spreading his legs wider until his feet are planted firmly against the bed. 

“I feel you will be the death of me, my darling.” You part your lips to respond to him but the world seems to fade away all of a sudden as Ben snaps his hips up against you and fills you completely. The force of his action sends you over the edge easily, coaxing the quickest of pleasures from your body in such a way that makes it difficult to hold onto that last sliver of control you had left over your mind and soul. You sigh heavily against his skin, not sure of relief or pain, but the moment is cut short when Ben is forcibly shoved out of your cunt with a strange sensation. Neither of you know what just happened, but you soon realize the response of your body to Ben’s desperate ministrations when he takes hold of his cock again to push into your cunt and feels just how wet his navel and your thighs now were. 

“Did- did you just…” The shock on Ben’s features embarrasses you to no end, and you try to find an excuse to convey to him so he doesn’t think you’re as pathetic as a loth cat in heat, but all words fail you when you meet his eyes and see how far dilated they are. He must see worry etched on your features because he doesn’t give you a chance to think more of what just transpired and pushes his cock past your wet slit again. Whatever you’re about to say evaporates into thin air as you clench your core to get used to his size again, and before you know it, he’s fully sheathed in your tight walls, hard and hot as you always thought he would be.

“Maker…your cunt knows to whom it belongs already, doesn’t it sweetheart? It knows me…and I barely touched you.” Ben asks without looking away from you, arms slowly roaming the expanse of your body until you completely melt against him. He slips a hand around your upper back until he’s tugging the hair on the nape of your neck, his other arm circling your waist perfectly and holding you flush against him. When he ensures the tight grasp he has around you, he repositions himself again until his feet are flat against the sheets. Before you can respond to his question, which you noticed was laced with nothing but pride at having mastered your body in the span of only a few minutes, he snaps his hips against you once to give you a taste of what’s to come. 

“Yes, I- I’m yours Ben. All yours…e-ever since I met you, I-” You’re searching for the proper words to whisper to him, but you come to the realization that he never intended for you to actually respond to him. With every syllable you manage to breathe against his neck, Ben thrusts his cock deep into your cunt, filling you deliciously time and again until you memorize the feeling of him as he brought you pleasure. 

“Hmm?” A cocky smirk breaks out on his handsome features, and you wish with all your heart you can smack it away. Instead, you relish in the fact that Ben—sweet, quiet, and shy Ben—didn’t mind showing you this side of him. You never thought you’d ever come to the point in your relationship where you could hear such filthy declarations from him, let alone see him teasing you so openly. You snap out of the momentary spell he’s put you under when he slows down and brings you impossibly close to him until you can feel nothing but his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes you see stars. Your thighs begin to shake when he doesn’t move, and as you attempt to sit up so you can take over, Ben shakes his head and tightens his hold around you.  

“Please just-” You plead with him, praying to the maker that he can put you out of your misery and fuck you into the next moon already. He drags his fingers down your back and pushes your ass down against him, forcing you to roll your hips around his cock until your legs continue to violently shake. You can feel every ridge and protruding vein swipe deliciously across your walls, and you fight to take a deep breath so you don’t lose your mind over the feeling of him marking every inch of your heat with the wet, hard skin of his tip.  

“I won’t ask again, sweet one. Tell me.” His voice is hoarse, unlike all the other times throughout the night when he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. You can’t help the shiver that runs across your skin at the sound of his tone, mostly because you never thought that your Ben would be this vocal and dirty during such an intimate moment. You thought he would be too shy to tell you what he desires, but the harder he pushes you down on him while thrusting his hips up into you, the more you understand that this was always the Ben you spoke with, he just needed a little bit of patience and love to return to whom he once was.

“Ever since I met you, I knew that…oh fuck, I knew that I could never be with anyone else. You- stars, please move Ben. I’m so full of you but- fuck…need to feel you everywhere. ‘Ve dreamt of giving you everything…and now I- I just…I can’t take it anymore.” When he doesn’t give any inclination of letting you go, you give into his embrace and wrap your arms around his shoulders, slowly leaving a trail of wet kisses across his neck and clavicle to urge him on. He squeezes your ass as he rolls your hips around, tilting his head to the opposite side to give you more access to the expanse of his skin. You sink your teeth into the juncture between his neck and shoulder, making him shove his cock harshly into your cunt unintentionally and sending you closer into his arms. 

It’s in this moment that Ben wants nothing more than to reach out to your Force signature and feel you envelop him fully. But he’s reluctant to do so, not only because it’s been a decade since he’s done something so intimate, but also because he didn’t think he could share this part of himself with you just yet. You’ve been nothing but understanding ever since you welcomed him into your room, before then even, but he doesn’t want to test his luck. Something about the way you wrap yourself around him though sets his mind at ease. He may not be able to tell you now, but he got the sense that he would eventually reach a level of comfort with you where he wouldn’t worry about your reaction to such a secret. 

For now, the knowledge that he only needed to kiss you to feel you melt into his arms would have to be enough. He’s been alone for so long, spent decades without feeling the touch of another. The last thing he wished to do was to complain about the limited way he can be with you. This was more than enough. 

Ben throws his head back in ecstasy when you kiss the corner of his mouth and tug on his hair, silently asking him if everything was okay. One look at the pleasure engraved on your features and his mind is at ease once more. He can still feel you shaking with want above him, and it drives him mad with lust. To think that someone like you, someone who’s met others more fascinating than him, easily submitted to him pushes him over the edge and roams his hands across your back in an effort to feel you surrender to him.

“Oh sweet one, you truly have gone cockdumb for me. So good for me, so fucking exquisite.” He growls his need against your cheek, watching with fascination as you rubbed your skin against his beard the harder he shoved his cock into your wet cunt. He wants to go slow, relish in the tightness and welcoming heat of your pussy as it swallows him enthusiastically. But your desperation makes him forget his mission. Ben chuckles as you whine and whimper the rougher the hair of his beard mark your skin and neck, and he’s about to pull away to give you some respite when you reach out further to him and continue stroking him like your life depends on it. 

“Yes, oh maker yes, I- I’ll be good. I promise…I’ll do anything you ask Ben.” Ben swears beneath his breath at the shameless tone of your voice as you let him do whatever he pleases with your body. Taking advantage of your momentary distraction, Ben unravels his arms from around your back and takes hold of the thin straps of your dress. You only have a second to realize you can’t feel his protective embrace around your tired form, and before you ask him why he let go of you, a loud ripping sound fills the room. Looking down, you notice that he’s pulled the top of your dress to shreds and shoved it down your chest until you were revealed to his hungry eyes.

In your line of work, you’ve grown used to the way your clients tended to eye your body as you walked by. You even thought you’d never get to feel the rush of pleasure coursing through your veins at the thought of being the object of desire for someone. But as you study Ben’s reaction to finally seeing your nude form, you suddenly feel too exposed to your liking and slowly let go of his shoulders to cover yourself. Ben is quicker though, and he drags your wrists away from your body before pushing them behind your back and holding them tightly in one of his palms. 

“You beautiful star…and here I thought I- kriffing hells, I would need to kneel before you to get the faintest glimpse of…maker help me, of your desires.” Ben groans deeply as he leans forward and takes your nipple in his mouth. You can easily break free from the hold he has on your wrists, but choose against it, wanting to relish in how dominant and wanton this man has become for you. His tongue works magic on your pert nipples, and you work your hips harder onto his cock when his teeth tug softly on your hardened peak. It’s his turn to whimper beneath you, and you smile to yourself as he lets go and pays equal attention to your other breast. You look down again and watch as Ben hungrily marks your chest with his teeth, and you push yourself into his mouth to make sure he claims as much of you as possible. 

“But I should have expected this, should have known you would bend to my will in an instant.” Ben whispers as he lays back down against the bed and brings you along with him. He must see the effect his voice and his words are having on you because soon after, he starts fucking up into you with abnadon, returning his other hand to your back and using your arms to control your movements more easily. He wants to come so kriffing badly but he holds back to feel you let go for him again. You can’t hold yourself up anymore and completely lose yourself to the plethora of sensations that were possible only through Ben. Nuzzling into his neck, you cry his name over and over again as you reach that familiar high once more, praying to the stars that he continues fucking you through your orgasm so you can think of nothing else but him. 

“That’s it love, come for me again. Come on my cock, mark me with your sweet essence.” Ben kisses your forehead as he urges you to come for him, and even though he’s coaxed pleasure from you so easily before, he’s still surprised to feel your walls clench tightly around him soon after as your release washes over him. He fucks you through it, relishing in how violently your whole body shakes against him the more he prolongs your orgasm. When you beg and whine his name so he could at least slow down, Ben fights with himself against turning you around and fucking into you wihtout a care for anything else. He slows down to a stop but doesn’t pull out just yet, wanting to commit this moment to memory so he can return to it later as he touches himself to the thought of you giving every bit of yourself to him so freely. 

His cock twitches the more your muscles spasm around him, and he hisses when you try to move off of him and sink deeper on his dick. 

“B-Ben?” Your voice comes out barely louder than a whisper, and Ben worries for a moment that he may have gone a bit too far with you. 

“Ahh, little one- you’re so exquisitely tight around me.” It’s not what he wants to say, but it is what escapes his lips when you fall back against his chest and your pert nipples rub against the damp hair peppering his chest. 

“Keep going, don’t- don’t stop. Please.” You look into his eyes as you ask him to keep going, and Ben almost gives into your request when he locks his gaze with you and sees how genuine your pleading words are.

“But you m-must be sensitive. I don’t wish to-” The last thing he wishes to do is to stop, but he doesn’t want you to feel obligated to do anything else. When you lean down and take his lips in a heated kiss, Ben’s worries flutter away along and become replaced with a need unlike anything he’s ever felt before. You sneak your tongue into his mouth and fight to mark him as he’s done with you. Unlike before, when Ben would have pulled your hair to remind you who’s in charge, he allows you to do what you wish, knowing that he would control your body again in a few moments. 

“I don’t care, ahhh I don’t. I just want to feel you, want your cock to fill me up till I- oh fuck, till I can’t feel anything but how perfect and hard and hot you feel in my pussy. Mark me, I want it Ben.” You break the kiss and gasp against his skin when you notice how pliant he’s become beneath you. Nipping at his neck, you relish the clear reddened marks slowly appearing everywhere you’ve attended to, the sudden need to see his skin  glistening with your spit and teeth marks making you return to biting and licking him again. 

“Have I not claimed every inch of your skin enough? Have I not already trained your body to recognize my touch…my lips…my cock?” Ben barely manages to respond, the sensation of your mouth claiming him making him impossibly hard inside your pussy. He moans in between every word he breathes out to you, fingers digging into your waist and back when you grow more bold and aggressive with your marking. 

“No- it’s…that’s not- I need you to mark me. Mark me with your seed. Come inside me and claim me.” 

Time seems to stop as soon as Ben registers what you’ve just asked of him. He doesn’t dare move a muscle as he watches you lean up and make contact with his shocked eyes. 

“Little one, are you sure?” The question is whispered and you can’t help but think that it’s because Ben was trying to keep himself in check so he doesn’t breed you then and there. You let go of his neck to grab his hand, thanking the maker that he wasn’t fighting for dominance during such a moment. You take his fingers and trail them down your arm, and when they settle above the skin of your forearm, you push those digits and move them around until Ben feels the small chip hiding beneath heated and flushed skin. You swear you notice the faintest hint of disappointment on his features, and the thought that he truly wanted to fill you with his seed and breed you almost makes you come again. 

“Gods yes…fuck your cum inside my cunt Ben, and fill me up.” You let go of his hand and tell him as you capture his lips in another searing kiss. 

“Force help me, the mouth on you…it's dangerous. What a filthy fucking girl you’ve been sweetheart. And you are all mine.” Ben doesn’t give you any warning as he suddenly sits up and wraps your legs around his waist. You throw your head back and dig your nails into the hair at the nap of his neck as he roams his calloused palms up and down your back until they land on your thighs. It’s his turn to leave bruising marks on your shoulders, and when he’s satisfied with how far gone into pleasure he’s sent you, he hops off of the massage bed and makes his way towards your own bed.

“Yes.” You shut your eyes and surrender to him, excitement rushing through your veins when you feel him harden and grow heated inside your cunt with every step he takes. 

“Mine to do with as I wish.” Ben commands as he holds you tightly against his chest, the need to feel every inch of you slide deliciously across him outweighing everything else. 

“Please.” You plead again, wanting him to move quicker to your bed so he could fuck you like you’ve dreamt of for weeks on end. 

“Mine to touch, mine to kiss, and mine to fuck when I please.” He smiles when he sees your skin erupt with goosebumps at his promising words, and he slides his hands down your back as he kneels on your bed until he softly lays you on your back. You let go of him, and stretch your arms across your sheets, looking at him through heavy-lidded eyes as he trails his hands over your glistening skin. He thrusts softly into your pussy and throws his head back when your walls flutter around his cock and pull him in deeper. 

“Stars, you feel heavenly wrapped around my cock, so wet and ready to be fucked properly.” Ben sighs into the quiet room, returning his gaze to you once more when you dig your nails into the skin of his thick thighs to get his attention. 

“Use me, fuck me like you’ve wanted.” 

“Oh, I intend to little one.” He raises a curious eyebrow at your choice in words, knowing fully well that you were trying to get a rise out of him to get what you wanted, what both of you craved for so long. Leaning down against you until his arms rested on either side of your head, Ben mouths the softest of kisses on your forehead and down your cheeks until you’re smiling hazily at him. 

“I assure you, I will not leave your bed until your cunt is drowning in my seed. Is that what you desire of me, love? You wish to be full of my cum?” Ben asks as he begins to plunge his cock harder into you, his dick growing impossibly harder when you wrap your arms around his back and pull him flush against you. 

“Y-yes, gods yes Ben.” You claim against his throat, crying in pain and pleasure as that familiar heat grows in your lower stomach. 

“Look at you, you're positively sinful.” His voice is strained as he picks up the pace, and he’s torn between shutting his eyes to focus on how warm you feel around him and opening them to memorize your beautiful expression as you come undone again. Looking down for a brief moment, Ben decides that he very much desires to look upon you as you let him use you, a part of him somehow still wanting to ensure that you were, in fact, writhing beneath him, and that this wasn’t another dream plaguing his lonely nights. 

“Oh Ben, you're- you're so deep inside me. Your cock is stretching me so…gods, it's addicting. Can’t get enough of you…won’t ever- mhmm get enough of you.” You’re not sure if you’re making any sense to him, but you can’t find it in yourself to care when his cock hits all the right spots that force you among the stars. 

“Good girl, good fucking girl…you're doing so well for me.” Again, the sound of his voice as he fights to speak turns you on way more than it should, and you mouth at whatever skin you can reach to show him how much you want him, how much you crave tasting him on your tongue every minute of every day. 

“I'm so close already…please I- ahhh Ben, I want you to come with me. Need it, ohhhh so much.” You open your eyes for a second, and the sight that greets you will forever be etched in your mind’s eye. 

Ben was furrowing his eyebrows, focused solely on you and nothing else as he drove his cock into your cunt so deep and fast that you could feel the tip of him hit your cervix precisely and consistently. The sound of skin slapping on skin and heavy grunts fills the room, pushing you impossibly closer to the edge faster than you thought possible. Ben bites into his lower lip when he notices the way you’re looking at him, and he swears for a moment that you were about to confess something to him he knew might pull him apart. You part your lips to breathe those three shameless words to him but hold back at the last minute, afraid it might ruin the moment and unintentionally push him away. 

“I can't…can't hold back much longer, little one. Your cunt is begging for my seed, pulling me in deeper each time I sink into you. I can feel- oh sweet one, I can feel your walls fluttering around me. You are close, aren’t you?” He snaps his hips roughly against you over and over again until your body begins to shake underneath him. Ben growls into the night air when you suddenly cross your legs behind his back and push him into you until all he can feel is the sheer need you’re displaying for him. 

“Ben, oh maker-”

“That's it, dear heart. Come for me, know this sensation…memorize how full you are now so you can't come without feeling my cock inside you.” Ben loses the last sliver of control he has on his mind when he looks down and sees you crying with shameless desperation for him. He wants to slow down for both of your sakes, but you fit too perfectly around him that he can’t decide whether he wants to burrow his way into your cunt or your soul. 

“I- I’m…Ben-” You want to say so much. You want to tell him how long you’ve waited for this, how lonely you felt each time he walked out of your parlor with the unspoken promise of never seeing you again. You want to breathe to him how difficult it is for you to go a single day without the thought of his smile and his eyes, how you dream every night of submitting every beat of your heart to him. Instead, you pray his name like a benediction across his lips until you can’t voice your pleasure anymore, and with a particular thrust that forces the coarse hairs on his lower navel to slide perfectly across your clit, you fall apart on his cock and clench so harshly around him that he instantly falls over the edge with you. 

“Oh darling, you are driving me mad with need. I- I burn for you, and now…fuck, now you will be mine.” It’s the last promise he commands on your flushed skin, and with a few more thrusts, Ben comes undone and sinks his cock as deep into your pussy as he can without hurting you. He feels you squeeze him tightly and a strike of lightning shoots down his spine when he feels you sink your teeth into his shoulder to hold back from screaming his name. He mirrors your action bites your neck as well, his balls twitching violently until he’s released his seed inside you and painted your tight walls with his cum. 

The two of you remain wrapped in each other’s arms for a while after, neither of you wishing to part so much as an inch out of fear of this all becoming an extremely vivid dream. Ben pants with difficulty above you, and he remembers to hold himself above you just as his arms begin to give out. You notice what he’s doing before he gets off of you, and you twist your legs across his lower back to ensure that he remains where he is. The action accidentally pushes his cock further in your cunt, making the two of you hiss out of pain and pleasure at the oversensitivity coursing through your muscles. 

When you’ve had enough time to return to yourself once more, you slowly massage his back and let go of his waist, knowing that he might not necessarily wish to cuddle with you after what you’ve done. Ben begins to pull away and you will your heart to remain silent so you don’t break apart in front of him. But instead of leaving, Ben smiles softly at you and leans down to capture your lips in a loving embrace. You part your mouth for him instantly, sighing in relief when he takes a page out of your book and roams his palms up and down your thighs to soothe you. 

“Are you hurt? Was I- did I hurt you, my darling?” He asks worryingly, eyes quickly moving down your form and making note of all the bruises he’s left over your skin. 

“No Ben, you- maker, you were perfect.” You shake your head and smile at him, chest clenching tightly at the thought of this man thinking that he can ever do something to make you uncomfortable. 

“You are sure I didn’t-” He tries to ask again, but you don’t give him a chance and pull him down for another kiss. His body melts against you right away, and you smile when you feel his beard tickle your chin as he deepens the kiss. You’re not sure how long the two of you remain intertwined in each other, but when the need for air grows, you lay your head back against the sheets and look up at him with a teasing eyebrow. 

“Yes…besides, I like it a little rough.”

“You are an incorrigible little vixen.” Ben shakes his head and chuckles when you shrug your shoulders and make a show of checking him out. He blushes a deep shade of red as soon as he feels your hand roam up and down his chest with a hungry look. 

“I meant it when I said you can do whatever you want with me.” You break the silence, and pretend to ignore the small twitch of his cock at your declaration. Taking his hand into yours, you bring it up and kiss his palm to distract yourself from pushing him down on his back and riding him until he begs you to show him mercy. 

“What?” You giggle when you look up and see the way Ben studies you, unable to decipher whether his expression was one of newfound interest in wanting to fuck you agian or judgement how much you crave him. 

“Have you any idea of the effect those words have on me?” He asks as he twists your hand in his own and lays the softest and most loving of kisses over your knuckles. 

“Maybe,” you respond cheekily with a roll of your hips, making Ben grunt and rest his forehead against your own. He meets your movement with a slow thrust and shivers once he recognizes the mess he’s made of the two of you. Mostly you…

“Hmm, I will never get enough of this…enough of you. I thought this burning would calm once I have you but,” he stops mid-sentence to nudge your nose with his own, only continuing when he looks down and sees sheer bliss written across the smile reaching your eyes. 

“But now I know.” Ben doesn’t finish the rest of his thought, a part of him wanting to still tease you and see if you were actively listening to him or just humoring his words while you surrendered to his hands. 

“W-what?” You don’t realize how difficult you find it to breathe until Ben’s low, gravelly voice washes over your clavicle and down your sternum with each wet kiss he leaves. 

“Now I know I must have you whenever I can,” Ben declares as he sucks on one nipple, not giving you a chance to escape him and pinching the other in between his thumb and index finger. You arch your back into him, pushing your chest against his aggressive touches to relish the sensations rising across your body once more. 

“And what will happen if- ahhh stars, if you don’t?” You whimper beneath him as soon as his teeth close over your hardened peak a little harsher than you expected. 

“My heart may burst.” He declares those simple words with such assurance that your heart skips a beat at how terrifyingly honest he’s being with you. 

“You r-really want me this much Ben?” You can’t help but ask, a part of you still afraid that he only laid with you out of loneliness and not because he only desired to be comforted and touched by you. 

“I believed my desires were etched upon my face as clear as the twin suns. Clearly I was mistaken. Sweetling, not a moment goes by without the mere thought of your smile plagues my mind.” He stops his quest to kiss every inch of you in order to look into your eyes to show you that he means every word he’s said thus far. Ben notices the tears slowly forming in your eyes at his confession, and he smiles lovingly at you before leaning down and kissing the tears away. 

“In that case, you can have me anytime you want. I’ll never say no to you Ben, never.” You try to set his mind at ease so he doesn’t think you’re growing too emotional to his liking, but Ben kisses you instead to set your mind at ease. 

“Dearest, you know not how those words fill me with joy.”

“I’m glad I can make you happy so easily.” You turn away from him and get distracted by all the reddened marks you left across his neck and shoulders. 

“To look in your eyes is to behold a whole galaxy. It is as simple as that.” Ben purrs softly against your lips, and you shudder at the ease with which he can reveal to you such intimate and vulnerable desires to you. 

“Maker, you really do have a way with words, don’t you?” You giggle when he kisses the corner of your lips before nudging your nose again with a breathtaking smile that reaches his ears. 

“Only for you, sweet one. Only for you.” 

Ben sighs heavily as he feels you melt completely beneath him after a while, and as you slowly give yourself to sleep, he reluctantly pulls away to look upon your peaceful features again. So much has happened during the past few months, the past few years if he was being truly honest, but the longer he gazes at you, the calmer his heart feels because never in his entire life did he think he could be capable of feeling such emotions again. 

Never in his entire life did he think he could find his heart again…

And in such a place where it wasn’t meant to be. 

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[bellarkeselection]

Our Little Kenobi part 2

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Request from @starvingbrokestudent Can you do a super sweet pregnancy fic with Obi Wan? Like the reader finds out she’s pregnant after fertility issues and Obi Wan is just so excited?! And how they try to keep it a secret from the council and eventually she has a baby boy?

Sitting down in my chair in the council room I was currently the only person in the room. The meeting didn't start for another few minutes and I was getting slower with the pregnancy. My reflexes weren't as sharp and sooner or later others would notice too. I heard footsteps coming around the corner but my shoulders loosened seeing Obi-Wan. He sits down next to me sending me a look. “How are you feeling today, Y/n?”

“I have been throwing up all morning to be honest. I barely made it to this.” I responded to him rubbing my eyes trying to wake myself up.

Obi wan sent me a sad smile. “I'm sorry for causing you discomfort.”

“I don’t regret the night we spent together. I just wish it didn't make me sick every morning.” I reassured my fellow jedi master.

He nodded, clasping his hands together staring at me until we heard more footsteps coming towards the large and open room. I saw Yoda and Windu come inside and the other Jedi master members followed their heels. They sat down in their chairs where I began feeling nervous and twiddled my fingers together in my lap. “Looking at the war effort we have. Need someone to rescue Jabas son we do.”

“Master L/n, we have considered you since you are the most fluent in his language.” Windu explained looking in my direction.

Yoda pointed his finger at me. “Most useful you will be on this you will be.”

“Oh masters, I am not sure I can go.” I stuttered running a hand through my hair feeling my face turning red trying to not make it obvious of the reason why.

Obi wan kept his cool, sitting more upright on his chair. It had been a few months since I had told him I was pregnant with his soon to be child. We knew the rules that we had vowed to the council and the laws that were in place. “Do you care to tell us why that is exactly?”

“Oh uh…I have been feeling sick the last couple of weeks. I suppose it must be a stomach bug.” I clasped my hands together in my lap.

Yoda tapped his fingers on his chin. “Understand it is. Rest and get better you should. Send Kenobi in your place we shall.”

“Forgive me, Master Yoda. But I must back out as well. I have sworn to train some of the younglings months before the war started.” He held his hands up placing his hands on his knees praying that they couldn’t sense his nervousness.

Master Windu rose to his feet but he doesn’t seem angry or suspicious of the responses we had given him. “We understand you’re commitment, Master Kenobi. We will decide someone else to begin the search for Jabba's son to prevent a war with his army against the Republic.”

“Thank you for understanding, Masters.” I bowed my head rising to my feet before leaving the room.

Obi wan had got to his feet too doing the same but he would go in the opposite direction of where I had and wait a few minutes for them to clear the room. Then he would follow me back to my quarters like we had talked about the night before. I sat down on the edge of my bed burying my face in my hands. “We can’t possibly keep this up forever…it’s just not possible.”

“I wish that you weren’t right about that.” Whipping my head towards the voice I saw Obi Wan had slipped his way into my room without me knowing.

Slumping my shoulders I signed laying down on my back counting the lines on the ceiling till he came over and the bed dipped at his new weight. “Obi wan…I didn’t hear you come in.”

“That’s not a bad thing when we have something to hide from the council. I am just glad that they don’t seem to suspect anything.” He responded by running his hands through his locks.

Turning my head in his direction I said what we were both trying not to think about. The fact that we may have to abandon our entire lives here because of the infant. “Obi-Wan, we'll have to leave here won't we?”

“If anyone on the council suspects us. Yes we will have too. I'll have to break my promise to Qui Gon to train Anakin…to honor my promise to remain by your side now and for however long our lives may last.” He interviewed his hands together in his lap.

I paused just watching him take in a few breaths. Obi-Wan and I had been friends for years so it was almost impossible for us to not fall in love with each other. We knew the other inside and out. We were bonded together, possibly even for life. But not yet in marriage. Over the past few weeks I had been deciding I wanted to be given his last name. I wanted my child to be able to address as a full born Kenobi. Reaching up I touched his shoulder making him look at me. “Obi, there's something I wanna do.”

“What is it, my darling?” He asked softly.

Leaning forward I kissed him quietly for a moment and he leaned into the kiss smiling till I drew back. “I know you already asked me to marry you so let’s do it this evening. I wish to become your wife tonight.”

“Who would we get to perform the ceremony?”

“Padme, she and Anakin had R2D2 and C3po do their wedding.” I replied.

Obi wan paused before rising to his feet and he held his hands out to me helping me stand up with him. I squeezed his hands before he leaned down kissing my forehead leaving the room going to find the members that we needed. “I’ll get everything set and ready. I’ll see you in your dress later, Y/n.” As soon as I had told Padme she was over the moon even giving me one of her very first princess dresses to wear as my wedding gown. Obi wan decided that we should get married on the temple roof at sunset which I found very romantic in my opinion.

Padme and Anakin were standing in the center of the roof with Obi wan by his padawan. C-3PO was standing in the center of the group. R2D2 was rolling in front of me, throwing some flowers until he reached the others. Obi wan lifted his head and immediately was at a loss for words seeing me before him. The dress I had on had long sleeves that were made of lace and I had a short heel on with my hair loose except for two strands tired back. Padme wiped away some tears. “I don’t think much needs to be said here. All of us who are here right now know that these two wouldn’t be doing this if they didn’t really love one another. So the vows if you would.”

“Y/n, I love you more than I thought I could anyone. And I have to say I am so grateful that I now join my life with yours.” Obi wan intertwined my hands with his, slipping the wedding band on my ring finger.

Squeezing my hands that were holding mine I chuckled, slipping the band on his finger trying to not cry too much on the borrowed dress from my best friend. “I love you to the stars, Obi. I know we didn’t plan the baby. But we have always been a good pair together so I am so excited to be your wife after today.”

“It is my great pleasure to now pronounce you husband and wife.” Padme declares looking at Anakin.

He smiled between the two of us. “Obi-wan and Y/n Kenobi sounds rather good to me.”

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[stardust-kenobi]

Reminiscence

Part Three

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Obi Wan Kenobi x F!Reader

Summary: Obi Wan has been recognized in Mos Eisley, and with the Inquisitors monitoring the city, the two of you must temporarily relocate to avoid being found. During this time, your rampant nightmares persist.

Word count: 6.5k

Warnings: fluff, smut, one bed trope (is this a warning or a promise?), mention of death and violence

A/N: buckle in bitches we are getting some spice. but not like spice like drugs. Like SMUT. ITS FINALLY GETTING SMUTTY

gif cred: @mcgregor

“The girl is too close to you, Master Kenobi” Master Windu’s voice carried heavily through the empty room.

“I am training her the same way I trained Anakin. There is no special treatment” Obi Wan claimed.

“Others on the Council disagree”

“Well, let them. I am doing my duty as has her Master. Nothing more” Master Kenobi insisted, careful not to get too defensive.

“See to it that it stays that way”

“I shall”

Footsteps drew closer to the door.

“And Obi Wan,” Windu called to him again.

“Yes?”

“I should not need to remind you of the laws forbidding romantic attachments to your padawan” Windu spoke firmly.

“Yes, Master Windu”

The guilt of eavesdropping weighed heavy on your conscience as your ear remained pressed to the door. You scurried away and found your seat on the bench outside the council chambers, hearing Master Kenobi’s footsteps approaching the door. The thumping inside your chest would be hard to hide.

It was probable that Obi Wan didn’t know the subject matter of his sudden meeting with Master Windu. Otherwise he would not have brought you, even if you did remain outside the door. There was undeniable tension between the two of you, there always had been. Maybe it was the force, or perhaps just human nature, but a spark ignited every-time he was near. You know he felt it, too.

To your unfortunate surprise, others were taking notice. You thought it was subtle, harmless, but apparently not.

Maybe someone saw the two of you pressed against each other during your training, staring deep into each other’s eyes. Maybe that person caught a glimpse of how you broke a nervous sweat just being that close to him. Or, maybe, they took note of how many seconds passed before you pulled away from each other.

It was an accident, you tripped and fell into him and he caught you. It was only one time, and you swore to yourself it would never happen again.

Regardless, you were treading through dangerous waters, and you expected that things were going to get awkward with Master Kenobi for a while. Your desire for him could never outweigh the honor of becoming a Jedi, an opportunity you’d be a fool to throw away.

You couldn’t look him in the eye as the doors slid open, but you could feel his eyes on you.

“Let’s go. We are going to be late” He said flatly, referring to the Senate meeting starting soon.

“Yes, Master” You said softly, debating whether or not to bring it up. Ultimately, you decided to be brave and ask.

“Is everything okay?” You asked vaguely. You’d be embarrassed to give away the fact that you were snooping on his meeting.

“Hm? Oh, yes. Everything is fine” He replied, sounding unsure and convincing seemingly at the same time. He looked to you, his eyebrows lifted in curiosity to your inquiry.

“Good” You smiled nervously back to him.

As you strolled the halls briskly with him, you passed a number of Jedi, visitors, younglings, and senators. Not a single eye was watching you, but somehow it felt like the world had a magnifying glass upon you two like a science experiment.

As you passed an empty corridor, you almost lost your footing when Obi Wan pulled you to the side, finding a broad marble pillar to hide behind. This was a mostly unused wing of the Temple, he knew this as well as you did.

“Where are we-” You began, confused, but were cut off by Obi Wan’s frantic motions. He put your back to the pillar and got dangerously close to you again. Your breath hitched in your throat

“Listen to me, my young Padawan”

“Okay”

“I don’t know what you heard in that meeting but,” Obi Wan breathed out with dread, “this cannot wait until later”

“I heard most of it” You confessed, omitting the part where you shoved your ear to the crack in the entryway in order to do so.

“I see”

“I’m sorry” You shrunk into yourself, ashamed of your spying.

“No need for apologies. Just listen” He started again, but not without a great deal of hesitation, “There is something about you that makes me forget myself…you make me blissfully forget what is right and what is wrong. It’s not your fault, but I fear what may happen if I continue to train you”

“Master, what do you me-”

“I cannot focus when I am around you. I cannot control my desire for you. My mind wanders and it is torment to me”

Your mouth may have dropped to the floor if you had allowed it to. You’d never directly spoken about the tension. It was almost as if not speaking it into existence meant it wasn’t really happening and didn’t have to be addressed. You had no idea what effect you had on him…

“I have to request you be reassigned. I’m sorry”

Your heart shattered in response. He couldn’t be serious.

“Please, no,” you pleaded, “I’ve already been transferred once, please don’t make me go through that again”

His eyes grew sorrowful and full of remorse. Master Kenobi knew of what you’d been through and how much progress you lost when you were reassigned to him from Master Ti.

“I know, little one, but it must be done. I’m sorry.”

“We can…we can figure something out. Please, can we at least try? Obi Wan, I know I’m not innocent in this. I struggle to focus around you as well. But it’s a challenge I’m willing to learn to work through. We can both work on this, it doesn’t have to be this way” You rambled, hoping to convince him otherwise.

Obi Wan fell silent and searched your expression for how you really felt.

“We are capable of a fresh start. I think we owe it to ourselves to try” You debated to him.

“Very well”, He spoke softly and you sensed a feeling of relief from him, “but if there is temptation again, I won’t reconsider a second time”

“I understand”

After that day, you grew distant from him. This absolutely broke your heart, but it had to be done. You turned yourself cold and forced yourself to focus only on your duties as a Jedi in training. Obi Wan was never the same either. You both still cared deeply for one another, but you knew to continue your behavior and allowing temptation to take over would be your downfall.

“I’m proud of you, Y/N”

These were the last words Obi Wan spoke to you up until your reunion. You held onto these words for years until they faded into an obsolete pile of hope that wasted away with your memory of him. Your heart ached all the time without him there.

“Gather your things” Obi Wan stated frantically as he returned home from his work. He startled you in the middle of your reading.

“Uh, o-okay” You stuttered in confusion.

“We need to leave” He continued whilst packing his clothes into a bag.

“Obi Wan what’s going on?”

“I think I’ve been recognized” He stopped in his tracks to weigh the gravity of the situation.

“By who?”

“An inquisitor” He swallowed hard.

“Do they know where you live?” You hesitantly asked.

“I’m not sure. I don’t want to risk it. We have to go off planet. It’s not safe on Tatooine”

“Where will we go?” You asked while you gathered what little belongings you had.

“Batuu. Just long enough to lay low. A day or two. They’ll move on eventually”

“Are you sure you want to take me?” You asked timidly. In this situation you didn’t want to complicate anything. You would understand if you needed to stay behind.

“You go where I go” He turned to you, holding your shaking hands in his palms.

You nodded with a reassuring smile.

“I know a man who owns an Inn on Batuu. He lets me stay there unregistered. With the Empire’s new protocols, no one can have a room at an inn without proper registration. I pay him under the table, no questions asked. Unfortunately this has happened a couple of times”

“Will he be okay with you bringing a guest?”

“He will have to be. I’m not leaving you here”

As the civilian transport ship exited hyperspace, you couldn’t help but gasp. Just in the few days you’d spent on Tatooine made you miss greenery and oceans, both of which came into view as the ship made its descent.

You’d heard of Batuu years ago, it used to be home to a separatist outpost in the days of the Republic, therefore you imagine there was probably a heavy imperial presence. If you tried to go anywhere else, Obi Wan would have to register as a guest, which would scan him, and it would alert the inquisitors searching for him. This deal was your best bet at safety for now.

As a former Padawan, you were likely flagged in the imperial records as well. Anyone they don’t have a death record for is still considered ‘on the run’.

“Head down, walk calmly” He whispered through the shield of his hooded robe as you descended the ship's open ramp.

You did just that. As you walked through the streets of Batuu, you noticed the scattered stormtroopers that paid little attention to you.

“How far are we?” You asked. Every step you took helped to fry your nerves. You swallowed your fear and kept walking, trying your hardest not to think about what would happen if you were caught.

“Not too far now” He barely spoke above a whisper.

The path that carried you through town narrowed significantly, covered now by lush forest instead of power lines and artificial lighting. You were nearly alone now, traveling down a stone walkway that began to feel like you two were walking through a fairy tail. You still mostly kept your head down. You could never be too sure.

You cautiously tilted your head up and caught a glance of an extravagant structure that towered over 20 floors. Elegant music trailed into your ears as you approached what looked like a resort, of some kind. The whole building stuck out like a sore thumb and drowned out the rest of the town in comparison, which you assume is why it’s tucked away outside of town. The exterior reflected the light like an Alderaanian palace, and the balconies that scattered up and down the length of its height held partygoers and travelers with credits to blow.

“This is the Inn?” You stopped, your jaw dropped.

“Not what you were expecting?” He smirked. That little devil, trying to impress you.

“Not quite” You laughed.

“I guess I never did describe it, did I?”

He’s so smug and doesn’t even realize it.

You hadn’t seen something so extraordinary since before the rise of the Empire. Since before you both went into hiding.

Obi Wan watched in adoration as your face twinkled under the shining lights. Your face was lit up like a child entering hyperspace for the first time. It excited you, staying somewhere this fancy. But it excited you even more to be staying there with him.

The interior was just as amazing. Everything shimmered and glistened, accented in gold. You could wipe the awe off your face, meanwhile all the guests in the lobby seemed incredibly adjusted to it.

“Many of them live here, they only rent out a few of the rooms. This is an interesting crowd but if you pretend like you belong, they won’t even notice us” He said, leaning over to you.

You nodded and looked around to observe the other guests. They all had a drink in hand, each one of them laughing or talking amongst a group. Their clothing reflected the exact establishment you were standing in. They were eccentric individuals, the types you’d seen plenty of back on Coruscant, but you can’t recall seeing these types of party goers around within the past few years. They all had this look in their eye, though, like they were avoiding the deep sorrow and regret lingering within them. You felt sorry for them, but also envious of their denial of what life had become.

“Hello, I’m looking for Satja” Obi Wan spoke confidently to the front desk. The receptionist looked startled, as if she’d seen a ghost.

“One moment”

“How do you know this guy again?”

“Long story”

A short man appeared from around the corner of a hidden office.

“Obi Wan!” The man shouted in glee when he saw him. You flinched at the call of his real name but then noticed, yet again, the partying hotel guests couldn’t care less. This was an interesting place.

“Satja, how are you?” Obi Wan smiled pleasantly at the man.

“Just fine, just fine. Business is booming as you can see!” He cackled, gesturing to the busy lobby.

“Yes, it seems so!”

“But hey, I don’t do it for the money”

“Satja, you only do this for money” Obi Wan scoffed playfully.

“You got me there”

“Listen, I won’t keep you. Just the usual, please” He softened his voice with the request.

“Nesa, take a quick break honey, I’ll take care of this one”

Satja shooed away the receptionist, who looked equally confused and pleased to be given a break.

“I gotta warn you, Obi Wan, Empire is cracking down. Don’t know if I’ll be able to do this much longer”

“What do you mean?”

“Bunch a’ troopers came in here last week asking for registration logs. It’s hard to fake those documents when you occupy a room without proper registration” Satja said regretfully. Obi Wan tried to hide his concern.

“But hey, I’ll keep helping ya as long as I can, I owe you my life”

“Thank you” Obi Wan nodded humbly. You decided that was a question for another day.

“So who’s this? Girlfriend?”

You cringed at the question, hoping he didn’t feel the pressure to say yes or no, so you spoke for him.

“Just good friends catching up” You smiled back.

“Oh yeah, we gotta lot of people that come here to ‘catch up’. I gotcha” he winked and cackled at his own comment again.

“Oh I’m sure you do,” You joked back to him.

“I’ll spare you the details of why we are here but 2 nights would be greatly appreciated. Whatever you have”

“You got it, my friend. 250”

“Why so much less than usual?”

“I gave you the ‘catching up’ special” Satja nudged him and began cackling again. You couldn’t help but laugh too, it was utterly contagious. Obi Wan was red in the face, trying to hide his smirk but failing completely.

“Satja” Obi Wan groaned

“Oh I’m just teasing. None of these jokers let me get in a good laugh around here”

“I thought it was funny” You corrected.

Satja high-fived you and looked at Obi Wan smugly. He worked some things in the data pad and took the credits from Obi Wan.

“Alright, pal. Room 16028G”

“That’s one of your nicer rooms isn’t it?” Obi Wan looked at him in astonishment.

“We just had a cancellation. Consider it my little gift to you”

“Thank you, Satja” You said graciously.

The walk to the elevators was filled with even more amusement. There was something fascinating to observe at every turn.

As the door to your room flung opened, you gasped. Similar to the lobby, the room was a perfect embodiment of elegance. The best resort accommodations that credits could buy. You weren’t used to this indulgence of luxurious things, you never had that in your life. The Jedi Temple is all of its glory paled in comparison. The room wasn't huge. It was a typical size, maybe a little larger, but the décor was beautiful.

“This is certainly nicer than the room he usually gives me”

“Wow” You mumbled. It was all you managed to say.

“It’s nice having company this time” He turned to you.

You smiled back at him as you set down your small satchel on the settee.

As you both took in the breathtaking view from your balcony and unpacked your belongings, you decided to pretend, just once, that you’re on vacation. Hiding from the empire should not be considered a vacation, but you must enjoy it if you can. Being with him was truly the only vacation you needed, anyways. The fancy inn was just a bonus.

“Dammit”

“What is it?”

“I guess I didn’t pack any clothes to sleep in” You rubbed your forehead. You were so frantic to leave earlier that you forgot to grab something, anything, to sleep comfortably in.

“You can borrow my tunic, here” Obi Wan offered kindly and tossed his clean sandy colored shirt to you. You recognized it as a shirt he typically slept in.

“Thank you”

You changed in the refresher and opted out of wearing anything under the shirt he let you borrow. It didn’t swallow you whole, but it was a bit longer than the bottom curve of your ass, and he’d never know you were naked beneath it. The idea of that…excited you.

“Are you okay with sleeping with m-…next to me?” Obi Wan asked as you exited the refresher.

“Of course. Besides, it’s a pretty big bed. I think we might lose each other in there” You joked.

Your heart raced inside your chest as you laid your head down on the pillow. He slept next to you that one night on Tatooine, but somehow this felt different. You hadn’t touched or kissed each other since the night at the cantina and that was almost a week ago. Nothing had been awkward, the moment just hadn’t felt right since then.

You turned away from him as you were too nervous to look at him lying next to you. It should be impossible to sleep right now, but you needed the rest, and you could only fight your heavy eyelids for so long before they defeated you.

“I probably won’t drift off to sleep for a while” Obi Wan whispered to you.

“I’m pretty tired now. I’ll probably go ahead and sleep”

“Goodnight, darling”

“Goodnight, Obi Wan”

A fuzzy cloud swept over your mind as memories began to flash back in front of you. There were screams. Distant, blood curdling screams. The child you protected kept disappearing from behind you. And a Jedi in your path kept falling to his death over…and over…and over. It was a loop… a horrid loop that grew louder and louder with every go around.

You couldn’t breathe. You gasped for air but your lungs failed you. You tried to scream but it was empty and silent. No one was coming to save you, but could you even save yourself?

A new vision came before you that was an unfamiliar loop in your nightmare. It was…Obi Wan. He stood before you, petrified. A red glow grew brighter behind him.

“Obi Wan?”

“Y/N, help me”

“I’m coming”

“Help, he’ll kill me”

A modulated breath pushed through a villainous mask. Everything went dark as Obi Wan pleaded for his life. His screams were cut short. You cried for him but he was gone.

—

Your eyes shot open and you leaned up in bed. You were breathing heavy and you must’ve screamed or cried in your sleep because Obi Wan was already moving to comfort you.

“I’m here, darling, I’m here” Obi Wan called calmly to you, “Sssh, it’s alright”

“Obi Wan” You whispered with realization of where you were.

It wasn’t real. I’m with him. I’m okay. He’s okay.

“Yes, I’m right here. Take a deep breath” He consoled you, scooting closer to you in bed.

Despite your best efforts not to break into a full on sob in front of him, you fell apart like shattered glass as he wrapped his strong arms around you. Your cheeks became soaked with tears before they seeped into the cloth of his shirt as you wept shamelessly in his grasp.

“They never stop, Obi Wan” You cried, trying to calm your breathing to prevent hyperventilation. The nightmares were back in full force again.

“I know, dear, I have them too” He spoke with sorrow.

“You do?”

“Yes. They’re debilitating” He said as he rubbed his hands up and down your arms, tucking your head under his chin. Being shielded by him was like being wrapped in a warm, blaster-proof blanket. “Waking up to one of those nightmares just to remember you’re alone in the desert is…hard”

You tried to calm yourself but your nerves were absolutely shot.

“It wasn’t real, you’re alive and you’re safe”

“Thank you” You whispered. You were so grateful for his presence in that moment.

"I'll hold you as long as you need"

You began to calm gradually as your mind processed and distinguished the difference between your nightmare and reality. You and Obi Wan sat there in silence for a while. He stroked your hair and kept your cheeks dry as your tears fell. You smiled to yourself, he was so selflessly kind.

"How are you feeling?" He asked after your tears had dried from your eyes.

"Better... a little freaked out, but I'm better" You sighed.

"I find it difficult to go back to sleep after one of my nightmares. Sometimes I just don't fall back asleep at all" He noted.

You nodded in agreement, but your mind immediately sparked a bad idea. When you would have difficulty falling asleep, oftentimes you would masturbate to ease your nerves. Sometimes you did it because you were horny and wanted to feel that pleasure, other times it was strictly an effort to chemically balance your brain back to normal and allow sleep to come easier.

"I have a trick to falling back asleep" You said, wondering if he'd ask what it is.

"Well good, so you'll be alright tonight?"

"Actually..." You winced, suddenly afraid to admit it.

"What is it?"

"I can't really do that...method...right now" You crawled across your words slowly.

"What do you mean?" He pondered, his eyebrows pushed together in confusion.

"I usually do it...alone" You emphasized. Your body may have been behaving by memory, but you felt yourself growing aroused just at the conversation of pleasuring yourself.

"Alone, like whe-....oh" He stopped himself when he realized. His eyes scanned the room before snapping back to you. Your face had changed and your tears had dried, and he could see in your eyes that you needed a release, "Well that's only natural. I'm sure it works well as a sleep aid"

"I could go and do that in the refresher, I suppose" You offered.

"No, you can do it in bed, I won't disturb you" He said sweetly. He sounded so innocent but you know just how much it would rile him up if you got yourself off right next to him, “I- I could um, I can go on the balcony and give you the privacy”

"No it’s okay, i'll be quiet" You whispered. He groaned softly in response, “unless you’re uncomfortable with me doing that beside you” You implied, the conversation felt tense as you bounced back and forth with what you were planning to do.

“No, darling, mm, not at all” His voice grew flustered as his imagination ran wild. You giggled to yourself at the effect you were having on him. You loved it.

You moved to pull away from his hold and you were faced with a restraint…his arms subtly tightened, causing an even filthier idea to flutter into your mind.

"Would you help me?" You whispered up to him sensually, and by no accident, you hoped to entice him.

"Yes" He breathed, his words were failing him, but he was dying to put his hands on you. He was a gentleman, after all, he never wanted to make you uncomfortable with the first move.

You sat up, pressing your back into his chest. You turned your head to him and stared deep into his hungry eyes. Your gaze traveled to his lips, so warm and needing attention. In a gentle motion, Obi Wan pressed hard into your lips, bringing his fingers to run through your hair. He let a moan of relief and satisfaction seep into your mouth.

You’d found yourself locking lips with him three times now since you found him, but as he slipped his tongue over your lip and into your mouth, you understood that it would actually go somewhere further this time. You were ready for him. You wanted to give yourself to him completely.

He slid his right hand between the curves of your thighs and motioned for you to open your legs. The miserable, radiating ache for him was pulsing harder with every inch that he moved across your skin.

His fingers were trembling, shaking with the anticipation of over ten years of pent up desire.

“Is this okay?”

“Mmhm” You hummed, so overwhelmed with need that you couldn’t think straight.

Your legs opened wide, pushing the pure white, luxury linens to slide off your knees.

The only light pushing through the room was the blue of the moonlight. Batuu was known for its large moon, it casted more light than most planets’ did. It allowed visibility for Obi Wan to see every inch of your body that you exposed to him without a single light turned on. It was romantic, like it was just you, Obi Wan, and the stars that lit up the galaxy. Nothing and no one mattered to you in that moment besides him.

His fingers found the hem of your shirt, his shirt, and slowly lifted the material to reveal that you wore nothing underneath. He immediately broke the contact against your lips to catch sight of your most sensitive area.

"Gods, Y/N” He faltered, “You weren’t wearing anything under this?”

“No, I wanted to be naked under your clothes” You purred.

His jaw clenched hard, like he was trying to stop himself from ravaging you right then. You felt his cock growing hard as it pressed against your lower back.

His hand idled at your inner thigh as he used the other to wrap around your body and hold you up against him.

“Touch me, please” You begged.

He waited no longer as his finger began to caress your slit. You could feel how wet you were, practically dripping for him, any part of him. He ran his middle finger through your wetness and a guttural, primal moan crawled from his throat.

“You’re already this wet for me?” He asked, his voice barely breaking a whisper.

“Yes, all for you”

His fingertips found the bud of your clit, and gave it the contact it so desperately begged you for. The electricity and fire that coursed through you the second he really touched you was overwhelming and you almost couldn’t handle the sensation.

Obi Wan used a perfect rhythm to rub delicate circles against your clit. You started to moan softly, suddenly finding yourself to be shy with him.

“Let me hear you, darling” He whispered softly against your ear. A wave of chills shot down your spine.

Your whimpering grew louder, messier. It was no question any longer how he was making you feel.

“Feels so good, Obi Wan” You breathed.

“I’ve wanted to make you feel good for so long, Y/N. I always wondered what my name sounded like falling off those beautiful lips”

You bucked your hips into his motions, but he firmly grabbed around your waist with his other hand to hold you steady. He halted his pressure against your clit and redirected his digits to your wetness. He caressed your entrance gently, taking in the magnitude of your desire for him.

He inserted one finger, and you arched your back in response. it wasn’t even the actual feeling of having something inside you, it was having him inside you that lit a fire upon your skin.

With every inch of his touch, he listened to the way your body responded. He watched how you reacted to the different ways he pleasured you, wanting to be in tune with what felt good for you, and getting off on that himself.

His finger thrusted in and out slowly, letting you adjust to one finger before adding a second. His thumb moved to return attention back to your clit as he fucked you with his fingers. There was such an intimacy about being pressed against his chest and him looking down and watching you writhe under his control.

“I’m g-getting close” You muttered as the release slowly crept up to you.

“Come around my fingers darling” He groaned. His words and consistent pacing of his fingers sent you over the edge.

It burst open and washed over your body, radiating from your core and trickling out to your limbs. You felt it deep in your bones. You whimpered and moaned his name while you came and your walls clenched around his fingers. Through your own euphoria, you were able to hear the sounds of approval that came from him while he watched you lose control in his grasp. You floated down slowly, your climax riding out longer than normal, pleasantly surprising you.

He removed his fingers slowly, and gently massaged your clit again. The sensitivity jolted your body but it felt so good. He pulled away, and you watched as he placed his fingers in his mouth to savor the taste of you. You let out an unintentional moan. You wanted more. You needed more.

“You taste as sweet as those pretty little noises you make” He praised, turning your head back up to him to kiss you with a greater passion than before. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and it drove you crazy.

“Do you think you could sleep now?” He asked so innocently.

“No” You answered breathlessly.

“Would you like me to do that again?”

You melted at his offer. This man probably hasn’t had sex in years but he’s still not expecting anything from you in return. It turned you on even more.

“I want you” You breathed, still allowing your lungs to catch up after riding your high, “to fuck me”

Obi Wan released a deep moan and attacked your swollen lips again.

“Anything for you, darling” He whispered against your mouth.

He took over and gently lifted your only piece of clothing off your body. Obi Wan then laid you down on your back. As he hovered above you, he cherished the sight of you naked beneath him, exactly what he said he needed that night you went to the cantina.

“Stars, you are…absolutely breathtaking” He stared in awe, allowing his eyes to roam every curve of your being. His hand stroked delicately over your breasts, feeling the peak of your nipples under his rough skin.

“Somehow, you look even more gorgeous than I always imagined” He smiled, finally looking back up to your eyes, “I didn’t even think that was possible”.

You blushed and reached for the hem of his shirt to help him pull it over his head. There were not enough hours in the day to properly allow you to study the intricacy of his body. He had scars and rough edges that told a lifetime of stories. You were enthralled by the sight of his bare skin, and you wanted it pressed against you immediately. There was a masculine broadness about his chest that was speckled with hair that made your heart skip a beat.

Obi Wan shyly chuckled at your admiration. You stared up at him and lost yourself in the expression on his face. Neither of you had ever said it out loud, but in that moment you knew he loved you. A man could not possibly look at you the way he was and not love you deeply. It almost brought a tear to your eye but now was not the time to get emotional

You tugged lightly at his pants that you desperately needed him to remove. He smirked before getting up and standing to the side of the bed to pull them off.

There he stood, completely exposed to you as you were to him. His size was impressive, and you didn’t mean to let a gasp fly from your lips but he was flattered by your reaction. You wanted to take him into your mouth and pleasure him how he did for you, but when you moved your mouth toward him, he stopped you.

“Darling I cannot wait another minute to be inside you”

You shivered in anticipation. He moved back onto the bed and hovered over you, hips resting between your legs. Your heart began to flutter again. You hadn’t had sex in a long time, and somehow this felt like the first time all over again.

Slowly, he pushed his tip at your entrance and took a deep breath in before he thrusted all the way in. Your breath hitched in your throat before he bottomed out, burying his cock fully inside you. You both moan in pure ecstasy at the feeling of being completely connected with one another.

He kept his thrusts slow, careful to let you adjust to him before changing pace. The curl of his hips with each motion brushed the sweetest spot inside you, repeatedly driving you insane.

Obi Wan did not break away from your gaze but only seconds at a time to look down and watch your bodies fuse together so beautifully.

“Obi Wan” You whimpered softly.

“Y/N, Gods you feel…s-so amazing” He moaned through his praises, “You are so beautiful”

“Oh my gods” You cried out, feeling another release approaching. Obi Wan was wise to, once again, listen to the way your body reacted to him.

He pulled your knees up and placed them against his chest. With this angle he was able to hit that sweet spot even easier. Your moans grew louder and he could feel your walls clenching around his length.

“That’s it, darling there you go…come on my cock” He praised, encouraging you. You melted at his words, so aroused to hear him talk like this.

Words could not form through the intensity of the wave that crashed over you this time. You lost control of your moaning and fell apart so gracefully beneath him. Stars formed to cloud your vision as you floated on that high. You cried his name over and over, letting him know just how good he made you feel. As you eased back down from your euphoric high, Obi Wan lowered your legs down and slowed his thrusting.

“I’m getting close, darling, where do you w-”

“Inside me. I’m on the pill” You reminded him so as to not let him worry about that possibility.

Obi Wan trembled against you as his whimpering grew louder and you felt him twitch against your walls. You held his face and pulled him deep into a kiss as he spilled himself inside you. He moaned through your kiss, sending vibrations across your lips. You felt him grip the sheets beside you as he came down from his high.

Gently, you broke away from him. As you looked up, you ran your fingers through his messy hair, and smiled sweetly at him. That was everything you ever imagined it would be, and you already wanted to go again, despite how tired you were.

“That was well worth the wait” You whispered to him.

“Yes, it was” He spoke softly back to you and planted a delicate kiss on your lips before laying down next to you. You laid your head on his glistening chest and listened to the thumping of his heartbeat, otherwise, It was silent between you two for a few moments as you both soaked in the reality of what just happened.

“I would’ve waited a lifetime for that” He said, turning to you, “I would wait a lifetime for you”.

“10 years alone sure feels like a lifetime” You muttered.

The two of you rested silently as you settled back into reality. You could not stop smiling, not matter how hard you tried. As you glimpsed Obi Wan you caught sight of a grin on his face that he, too, couldn’t get rid of.

Soon after, Obi Wan brought you a robe and the two of you sat in the chairs on your room's balcony to watch the Batuu sky and listen to the party going guests wind down for the night.

“Do you remember that day that Master Windu had to talk with me about our relationship?” Obi Wan randomly asked.

“Yes, I remember that. I also remember you trying to get rid of me” You teased playfully.

“I am sorry for that.”

“That was only, what, a month before all was lost?” You pondered.

“I think so” Obi Wan concurred, and dropped his head.

For a few moments you both stared at the moon in admiration. You looked over to Obi Wan, observing the way the moonlight danced over the texture of his skin. You never got tired of looking at him.

“I never stopped thinking about what you said,” You began, reminiscing back to that conversation, “how you said you couldn’t think around me…that you had forgotten what was right and what was wrong”

“It was true. In all my years I had never let anyone or anything distract me that much. My feelings for you terrified me” He smiled somberly.

“How did you feel about me, really?”

“That is a conversation for another time” He nervously chuckled.

"What? Why not now?" You laughed in response, surely he was joking.

"Y/N" He spoke softly and shut his eyes, wishing you'd drop the subject immediately.

“Are you serious?” Your tone went flat.

“Please drop it, Y/N” He pleaded.

"No, tell me why you don't want to talk about it!" You raised your voice, something you'd never done to him before. It shocked you, but you so desperately wanted to know that your greed for information reared an ugly head.

"Because it hurts! It all hurts. Reliving every second of what our lives as Jedi used to be rips me to pieces” He snapped, taking you by an unpleasant surprise, "I can't talk about this anymore" He concluded, his tone riddled with painful anguish. He wouldn't look at you, he couldn't if he tried.

Before you could speak another word, he rose from his seat and returned inside, leaving you alone on the patio to stare into the night sky.

You were angry with yourself for pushing him. Of course it hurt, you knew that as well as he did, so you should've known better than to insist upon the discussion. It did not sway your curiosity. Your mind still pondered how he may have felt for you back then. As he said, it's a conversation for another time.

Truly, you were still confused about his feelings for you now. You'd just made love and it was everything your heart dreamed of since you first fell for him all those years ago. You'd been too foolish to admit to yourself that it was love that you felt for him, not just friendship, not just tension, not just attraction.

It is love.

Part 4 is here!

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[stardancerluv]

Being A Good Friend

Epilogue Part 7, the end

Summary: Alex’s worries are finally behind him.

Note: omg😥 I loved writing this story. I loved Alex and this “reader” so much. Always tried to keep him accurate even with this one big change. Thank you everyone whoever read my Alex.

Taking a sip from his glass, looked out to the crashing waves before glancing back at Detective McCall. “Honestly detective, I can’t thank you enough. For a moment there, I thought I was done for. Juliet, Rose they have really lost it.” Alex, chewed on his bottom lip.

His friend, someone who at one time he had allowed himself to trust completely had held a gun at you, Lexi. That had taken a chunk out of him.

The man nodded. “Money, truly changes people.”

Holding, the brim of your large hat you glanced back the two of them and smiled. Alex met your eyes, he had never thought when he struggled to be who he was while living Juliet and David.

He had been such a bastard, well he still could be. He was very protective of you and his little princess, but he wasn’t miserable. He tried to not be unnecessarily cruel or drink to excess like he used to. It had all been part of a wall he had around himself. It had kept people at arm’s length. But then he met you, you had made him realize there was more to live then competition and fast, easy pleasures.

Now, he tried everyday to be a good man for you and his princess. He wanted to do right by them.

McCall, brushed his sleeve aside. “Alex, I am glad we finish all this. Scotland lost a good man, a good woman.” He remarked and he stood up, looking over at you.

“I am just a man who wants to get a good story published into his paper and love his family.” Replied Alex, putting his glass down.

Holding her bear close to her chest little Lexi ran over, you were not far behind.

There was a crunch of tires in the driveway. “There’s my ride to the airport. If you two ever make it back. Give me a holler.” He extended a hand.

Alex, firmly shook it. “Will do.”

“We can’t thank you enough.”

“All in a day’s job. Nothing makes me happier then carrying out, the law.” He said firmly, yet had a warm smile on his face as he looked at you. “And you little one, be good for your mummy and daddy.” He ruffled, Lex’s auburn strands. She giggled and shimmied where she stood.

******

He watched as his little princess sighed and snuggled into her bear, as he pulled the blanket closer around. “Sweet dreams, princess.” He whispered.

Coming, into the living room he went over to where you stood by large window looking out. He wrapped an arm around your waist. “We finally don’t have to look over our shoulders.” You whispered as you laid your head on his shoulder.

“Yes.” He moved just enough to place a kiss on top of your head. He remembered when he first saw you at the bar, when he was being Juliet’s wing man or woman since he was dressed up. “Would you have still drank with me, if you knew all of this?” A kernel of his old self doubt reared his head.

You pulled away, your eyes searched his in the low light of the room. Your soft hand reached up and cupped your cheek. “Yes, I wouldn’t want anyone else in my life or the father of my child, even if he was a man who at one time, hated the idea of children.” A soft chuckle came from you.

“Because now, she has me wrapped around her little finger.”

“She does.”

“Well, good.” He smirked. His confidence that carried an air of smugness flowed to the surface. “I am pretty amazing.”

“You certainly are.” You whispered and he pulled you close.

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[embrassemoi]

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 (𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒)

─── The frigid cold of Orto Plutonia was more tenacious than predicted. But Obi-Wan manages to make it warmer.

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x F!Reader

Contents: fluff, established (secret) relationship, obi being cute, bullying Ani, one suggestive joke, no beta, 1.2k+

Notes: Takes place sometime during S1E15 :Trespass of the clone wars :) also here’s the original request

“Marker… this a joke.” 

The frigid cold of Orto Plutonia was more tenacious than predicted. It swept underneath clothes, chilling and biting at the skin with its coat of frost and endless expanse of snow. 

Her hands, she concluded, were the coldest. The gloves the Council had issued were thin, allowing for dexterity to properly yield her saber, but provided no warmth. Her jacket, yet lined with artificial fur, did little overtime to shield them from the wind as she shivered at the bone-chilling gust of wind ruffling through. 

She lowered her chin into her scarf and coat, only glancing over to Obi-Wan who shuffled closer to her as Anakin proceeded to complain. 

“One. Hilarious. Joke.” 

She curled and flexed her fingers, noting how numbness settled into them. 

“Argh! Blast!” 

She and Obi-Wan turned their heads to shoot Anakin an amused look, but he doesn’t seem to notice, only staring out over the frozen field, looking forlorn. 

A series of muttered profanities spewed from him – face a blotchy pink as his arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Anakin did a poor job fighting the shivers racking his body. 

She would have laughed at him had her face not been frozen into a similar grimace. 

“Something the matter?” Obi-Wan asked, amusement lacing his voice. 

“I’m not in the mood for your teasing right now, Master.” 

“It’s an honest question. Maybe it’s something to do with how violently you’re shivering.” 

“Ah, yes,” Anakin drawled, “must be because of the sun.” 

“It is lovely out.” 

Harsh and howling, they fell silent when the wind hit them again as they trekked further across the horizon. Anakin could be heard sucking in a pained breath and the sounds of fresh snow crunching under their boots. Even Obi-Wan turned his back sharply against the breeze, shielding both of them while several clones in the distance huddled closer together for warmth. 

Anakin groaned loudly, pulling the hood of his jacket further down to shield his face. “Why is it so kriffing cold!” 

She was foolish that it was impossible to get any colder than she already was and with a cloud of breath bursting out from her along with a laugh. 

“Perhaps it’s because it’s winter,” she shot back, fist curling and uncurling. 

A pointed elbow knocked her in the side as he grunted something inaudible. 

“Have I mentioned that I hate you?” 

“The Jedi cannot hate, Anakin,” Obi-Wan breathly exhaled. 

She, however, found herself smirking. “Not since Naboo.” 

“Oh,” he drawled, “I’m long overdue then.” 

Obi-Wan forced down his smile while keeping his eyes fixated on the building they’ve been monitoring, senses alert and mind ready for impending danger. 

“Okay,” Anakin hissed out dryly. He spun around, looking at the General as he slowly began inching his way back down the fill. “I can’t do this. I’m going to see if the Senator or droids need me.” 

“May the Force lead you to some warmth, then,” Obi-Wan replied, only to hear Anakin spout how the Force can ‘stick it,’ much to his dismay whose only response was another wearily sigh. 

Both Jedi cast one look back towards Anakin’s disappearing outline before reflexively turning towards each other. They drew closer, walking in companionable silence until more violent winds halted them in their tracks. 

“Let’s finish securing the base,” he said hurriedly. 

Never had she agreed to an order faster. 

• • •

Time was easily lost. 

They had spent hours making certain the security around the perimeter of the abandoned Republic base was stable and void of any suspects. But even inside it felt colder: the damaged heat generators broke down with long-disused fireplaces. 

With what was left, the day eased into dusk as exhaustion wore down on her, the mission becoming far more violent than originally intended.

She pulled herself into a secluded room and stared out to the open sky, catching a glimmer of streaking starlight and letting tranquillity settle through instead before shifting into a meditative state. 

Perhaps it was the calling of her name or the unwelcome chill engulfing the little bare skin still exposed, but she snapped out of her reverie as Obi-Wan stepped in, closing the door behind him and stood by her side. 

Silence fell around them for a long, blissful moment, letting the stiffness roll from their shoulders. 

He turned to her eventually, giving her a thoughtful look and murmuring, "I’ve been looking for you.” 

“I tried to find somewhere warmer.” 

By her side, her fingers twitched: burning from the cold before rubbing them together in hopes to convert the friction into warmth. 

Instinctively, Obi-Wan reached to grasp one, pressing a kiss over her knuckles. 

“I told you to pack warm,” he muttered, pulling her close to his chest. She watched his mouth curl upwards. 

He beckoned her into his arms, feeling the hot air brush against the nape of her neck while he dipped his head to press a kiss to her jaw and cheek. A shiver thrilled down her spine. 

“We could always share body heat later.” 

Obi-Wan sighed with a low humming laugh that managed to break out a few giggles from her. 

And yet, he continued to observe her with a faux-skeptical arch of his brow, standing beside her with cross arms as though he wrestled internally with a sort of dilemma. He looked at her with a strange intensity and she felt just the slightest brush of his signature against her own. 

His fingers raised to tip her chin up, tenderly letting his hand brush against her cheek while his azure gaze greeted her. 

“I want to show you something.” 

Slowly, he tugged off his gloves before hers – not without protest – as his hands cupped hers into a ball. His eyes fluttered shut as he concentrated: the Force around them shifted, pulling out something deep within Obi-Wan. 

A small gasp tore from her. 

A flicker of warmth materialized in the space between them while his signature flowed outwards. It ebbed away at the cold filling their bodies with warmth and he continued to emit light. 

Like this, with the little light still left to reflect off the blinding white snow, it glinted off strands of his auburn hair and made them burn like gold. 

“Better?” he asked, eyes fluttering open with a slight pink hue on his cheeks. 

As the cold released her from its hold, her body relaxed into his warm embrace. She could feel her hands again, that dull numbness vanishing the longer he held them. 

“Better.” 

He hummed and like muscle memory, Obi-Wan briefly let his signature expand out, checking for anyone close before leaning in, pressing warm lips against hers and sliding his hand down the base of her neck. 

It was soft, without urgency, and everything felt like an unravelling of heat – open-mouth kisses that held no meaning other than just being content to be near each other, to simply have something just for them at that moment. 

She kept breathing him in, feeling her head swim and body effervescent. 

It was only the sweeping cold that managed to work past the walls and barrier of warmth that stopped them. Obi-Wan’s signature flickered intensely, feeling another wave of warmth wrapping around her dotingly. 

“You have to teach me that one.” 

He gently pressed his forehead against hers. 

“I don’t know. I like holding you like this.” 

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[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨| Joseph Quinn x Celebrity!Reader

Warnings: Bullying, death threats, s3lf h@rmïng, people calling Joseph ugly, Pedro and Jamie being menace

"Y/N, darling wake up!! You need to go and have your hair and make up done in one hour and return to the set!"

Groaning out loud and trying to get out of the covers, your manager chuckled at your disheveled morning hair and tired look while he turned his attention back to his phone to have a convo. Wondering what the hell he was speaking about over phone that passionetly, you blindly looked for your socks and wore them while rubbing your eyes to get rid of the sleep. It was a known fact that you ran from project to project nonstop, the latest ones being the new Marvel series and Star Wars series, which your fans loved dearly. Your shoots with the Star Wars happened a long time ago but since the release of the new series had unfortunately hung up for some time, its date was the same one as your dear project, the one who gave you the recognition...

Stranger Things.

People would always jokingly say which one would get the highest record, some would be a little shit about it but over the years, you learnt how to ignore most of the comments. You could still vividly remember some "fans" reactions to you playing an important role in Star Wars and how you didn't "deserve that role at all" which made you... throw some snarky comments at those terrible people.

Giggling at your fond memories, you side eyed your manager and listened to what he had to say about your day.

"Okay, I know you're tired like hell and trust me I am too... Like, can you please have some rest after finishing this season of Stranger Things? You're still too young and already had done a lot for your age... YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A PARTNER!"

"I never cared about those though..."

"No, you want to have one but are scared of what would happen to you if they turned out to be a douchebag!"

Touché, you thought while grinning sheepishly at him with your mouth full of toothpaste, not really denying anything. It was true that in this indurstry, most people would date another for more fame and money so, it was only natural to be reluctant about relationships in general.

Your latest and only partner almost ended your career though...

"Well, there is nothing I can do about it! Stop being my mom, Pedro, Oscar and Ewan do that enough for anyone..."

".... Even they tell you to find someone but you just... Unbelivable. Just... Go and get changed please."

Being done with your shit, he got out of your hotel room to give you privacy and also leave you to think by yourself. You were aware that at one point, you would stop acting and that your mom would start to pester you about a son or daughter-in-law but even though your heart longed to have a cheesy love like those in historical shows and books, the life was no fiction.

People would always look for something in return, they would always ask for more while giving nothing and unfortunately, that would be the same with love. The world no longer cared about emotional things, rather money and even though you didn't care about it that much, you convinced yourself that, that was for the best for anyone.

But for mostly you.

You didn't want to break a gentle soul with your trust issues, use them as a bandage to cover your past wounds so, you buried every affection you had felt over your years deep inside your heart.

Who knew a man with cute dimples and soft curls would change every rule you had set for yourself?

*******

The set was in a chaos, and that was an understatement. People were running around, actors were trying to memorize their lines and the younger cast was playing pranks at others. Meanwhile Joseph alongside Gaten who was making him get used to the set were just idly looking through their phones, Joseph looking around anxiously. It was his first time being around all these very famous people and he was getting anxious over what they might think of him. He was confident with his acting skills but these people were together for almost 6 years and literally knew everything about each other, having a type of connection so rare.

"Stop thinking too much, Jo! You already blended in and nobody is judging you!"

"It's easy to say! There is an actress who is so talented that everybody, and I'm not exaggerating, everybody is fighting for her to be in their project! And she is my celebrity crush for as long as I can remember-"

" Stop whining! She's such an easygoing and relaxed woman that she would gladly hang out with us and do every kind of things! She even imitates a seal to make someone laugh so think about the person she is!"

Joseph just groaned and dragged his hands down his face and looked around with tired eyes. To be honest, as long as he could remember, he was your fan. You two weren't that far of age, being almost peers yet you were much more successful and well-known than him and pretty much most of the people here, with you working for Star Wars and Marvel. But you weren't a rude douchebag, you were still the same as you used to before the fame.

Wearing loose clothes and never making a show with any part of your daily life, you were the paparazzi's favorite celebrity to run after to. Always trying to make new friendships with other actors, even going as far as meeting their families and also becoming friends with them... All of these, alongside what Gaten said, were what he adored in you.

And also what made him fall in love.

Yes, he didn't want to admit it since you were way out of his league, at least he thought, but he already knew that you wouldn't bat an eye on him that much. After all, there was a slight chance that they would be lying, right?

"OH MY GOD, GUYS YOU ALL BECOME EVEN MORE PRETTY DAY BY DAY! LOOK AT YOU! AND WOW SADIE YOU LOOK AMAZING WITH YOUR NEW STYLE!"

Turning to look at where the cheerful voice that he knew very well coming from, he widened his eyes at your form which was hugging the girl thightly to yourself while munching on a donut, stuffing it inside your cheeks. He squealed silently at your cuteness and wanted to take photo to gaze at after but decided that it would invade your privacy. Watching you hug everyone after not seeing them for long, he failed to realize that Gaten had run at full speed at you and knocked you down to the ground.

"OH WOW GATEN! YOU ARE ONE HELL OF A HANDSOME MAN NOW DUDE! I HEARD THAT THERE ARE NEWBIES WHICH MEANS-"

"PRANK WARS!"

"HELL YEAH!"

Shaking their head at your childish attitude, your manager just walked towards you and pulled Gaten off of you and held you from your armpits like a cat. Whining at him for "obviously being a party pooper", you looked around as if trying to find something.

"So where are the newbies? I hope I didn't make a bad first impression, I mean I'm cute and energetic and have no problem with being loud but these can be hard for someone who just met me for the... first... time... Oh wow..."

You muttered the last part in awe when your eyes landed on the British man who had a wig on with the clothes of his character. You just stared at him with blank eyes and a hung jaw. He has big, soft, brown eyes... He has puppy eyes... Oh Lord, not on the day I just said I wouldn't fall for a man, you thought while wiping your palms onto your jeans.

His eyes were watching you with a fondness and soft look you saw rarily on man, though it would be because of his big, comforting eyes. The brown eyes would always give you a sense of comfort you used to have when you were with your parents, whether on a woman or man, it was nice to look at them.

Gulping down hard, and feeling your cheeks heat slowly, you hoped that they wouldn't give away your hammering heart and anxiousness and stood in front of him with big, doe eyes, extending your hand to shake with him.

"Hi, welcome to the set and I hope we can be good friends... You're a great actor, I actually watched Dickensian and you were... nice..."

Cringing at your shyness and thinking that yes, you actually drove him away, you were shocked when you felt his bigger hand in yours. Looking up at him, you smiled unconsciously at the sight of his dimples and the crinkles around his eyes. For fucks sake, the man has dimples too... Don't fall in love Y/N!

"It made me so happy to hear such a compliment from an actress like you! I'm surprised that you watched it, most people doesn't even know the name..."

And your manager could only watch with a wide mouth while others were giggling at the shy yet adorable first meeting of you two, silently making bets if you would end up together.

Meanwhile your manager was busy calling the "Space Sisters' group and tell them what he just saw.

Oh they are going to do everything they can to set you two up together.

*******

This scene was going to kill you and that wasn't overreacting. Who taught that shooting a scene with Jamie was easy? Even Pedro was a better choice that you were ready to just go and say "Aight, I'm done." with the amount of teasing you were facing with.

"Jamie, stop tickling me! Dear director, say something!"

"Awww, are you embarrassed darling? Maybe we should call your crush?"

"Jamie!"

Hitting his chest playfully, you shoved him aside and grabbed your drink while trying to fan yourself. You hated to admit it but currently, you were having a huge crush on your eccentric co-star. You cursed at your sudden crush for the sweet and warm man and before you could scold yourself inside your mind, a certain blonde came in view with a sly plan.

"Y'know... You're a young, talented and beautiful woman who could pull anyone she wanted with just a look and you fancy someone so why not go after him?"

"Because... Well, I don't know if he's single and two, I'm not ready after... you know..."

Looking at you with soft and undestanding eyes, he pat your head and sat down next to you to grab something and have some rest until the next scene.

"But you can't go on like that forever... I know your shitty ex who is beyond fixing abused you emotionally but... he really isn't like that. The man talked to you and us about all the stuffed animals he had for collection the other day for God's sake! Do you think a man like him who has the cool uncle vibes can be the same as that asshole?"

Shaking your head no, you played with your fingers nervously. You wanted to have a beautiful relationship, experience all the things you should have done with someone special, and maybe even get married one day...

But opening your heart fully cost you everything and you would do anything to protect yourself from the same pain.

Unfortunately, even when thinking like that, you couldn't help but smile softly at the memory of him talking excitedly about the little trinkets he would buy or find, or how he loved to look after the kids... Seeing you blush while looking down on the ground, Jamie was happy to see that you were getting ready to open up step by step. It would take time but he wouldn't give up until you two were together.

Texting to Oscar who became his friend after their whole plan of "Get these stupids together", he turned to you innocently.

"Well darling, I don't know what will happen between you two but he was looking for you alongside Gaten and Joe."

Raising a brow at him, you shrugged your shoulders and looked at the director if you could go and with a nod from him, you began to search for the sweet man while Jamie was smirking at his phone.

"We're this close to get them together, Jam! Now, let the plan begin :) -Moon Boy"

******

Joseph was pacing around his trailer after shooting his scenes and the director gave him some time to rest but he was anything but resting. He seriously couldn't believe the events that happened in the past few weeks. He got to meet you, his long time crush, become friends with you and many people, and you two almost spoke all the time despite his worry about you not opening up to him at all.

He knew pieces about your past from the media and at first, he didn't want to force himself on you, even if he wanted to be close to you despite his heart hammering around you whenever he was close to your gorgeous form but with each passing day, it was obvious that you started to trust him as well. Gaten would always tease him for it, saying that it took nearly 2-3 months for you to trust them while it took only a few weeks for him but even if it was teasing,it couldn't have made him happier than anything to know that he was someone you could trust.

But the biggest part was his feelings. He wanted to confess, to tell you how gorgeous and amazing you were, how he wanted to just hold you against himself and indulge in every little activity you wanted to do but... Deep down, he knew that you deserved someone well-known, someone more popular just like you. What would you possibly find anything remarkable in him, with all the other significant men around you?

He almost jumped when he heard a knock outside his trailer, wondering who came to talk to him but upon hearing your soft voice, he immediately rushed to open it, almost tripping over himself.

"Geez, calm down Jo! Are you good?"

"Y-yeah! Just uh... Wasn't expecting a guest?"

" Oh, now I am a guest huh? My poor heart is breaking!"

Chuckling at you and rolling his eyes, he stood at the side to let you in while you were grinning from ear to ear. He knew that look, you did something and was planning to explain it to him. With wide and suspicious eyes, he sat you down on the makeshift bed.

"What did you do this time?"

"First of all, it sounded like you are accusing me and two, I bought us some cake! It's your first month anniversary at this set and trust me, staying alive with a sane mind here is pretty remarkable so it deserves a celebration!"

Shaking his head amused at your happy face, he went to bring some forks so that you two could eat the cake but he widened his eyes at feeling your smaller hands on his forearm with his heart almost bursting out of his chest and turned to look at your toothy smile.

"I brought forks and napkins, dork! Now sit and let's talk about our lives if that's okay?"

"Yes, yeah! Absolutely!"

Giggling like highschoolers while telling funny stories from your sets, you were discreetly watching him throw his head back at you and the wrinkles around his soft eyes whenever he laughed ear to ear with a thundering heart. Feeling your insides melt at his precious laugh, you realized how bad your case was. You didn't have to refuse it anymore...

You had fallen hard for him.

But did he feel the same? You were a very popular actress after all, paparazzis would always be on your tail, you would be seen with a co-star just because you had to and you would always be shipped with someone. People even shipped you with your "Space Sister" for God's sake! You wouldn't be able to give him the life he wanted, he wanted a somewhat normal life despite his career, have a little house away from city, maybe even some puppies or eventually kids...

Your life was far different than his and you didn't want to make him feel unworthy of himself...

"I can't believe Finn almost cried in the IT! How did that happen?"

Ah, one of the sweet memory you had of the now young adult and you were about to use it against him but to be fair, he started it when he thought that sharing your crying self over the movie Hachiko was a great idea.

"Ah well... I wasn't on the cast but since I'm great friends with the Skarsgård family, Bill invited me to come and visit him and I didn't refuse. To be honest, clowns make me irritated and uneasy but this role was important to him so I went to visit and they were so nice to me! When I arrived, Bill was pretty sad because they wouldn't let him speak and play with the kids since they could get attached to him and not get scared easily..."

Cutting a huge cake and eating it with stuffed cheeks, you failed to realize that Joseph clenched his jaw and grabbed the fork thighter at the mention of Bill. When had he started to feel jealous of you? He turned his downcasted eyes to your pretty face when he felt you poke at his face with the tip of your fork with worried eyes.

"Are you okay? If you're bored or if I'm talking so much I can stop... I probably talked a lot and you have a few things to tell me too but I just got excited and-"

Realizing you were getting panicked since he wasn't saying anything and because of the hard look on his face, he immediately loosened up and gave a soft and understanding look to you. He didn't want you to feel bad for being happy while talking about your friends, he wasn't that kind of a man and he would kill himself before making you feel uneasy.

"No,no darling, please continue... I just dozed of because of your pretty smile..."

Winking at you and making you blush, you hit his arm for his teasing nature to hide your embarresment and looked at his face, inspecting every little thing about him and thinking how the wig suited him for a few seconds, you continued after stuffing another chunk of cake into your mouth which made Joseph laugh at your eagerness and grab a napkin for you.

"And I just had to pat his back because he was sad he was making them scared and told him to hang on for a few months and assured him that they would come and play with him because they were looking up at him so much already. The next day, he had to scare Finn and Jaeden and this time, Finn got so scared that he cried at one of the rooms. Meanwhile Bill was crying too and I just had to play the mother and calm the boys and buy everyone in the set ice-cream... It costed me one hell of a money but hey, it could be replaced after all!"

"Don't tell him I have the video and especially that I told you this!"

Making a cross at where his heart was, he grinned at you and extended the napkin to you since he didn't want to make you uncomfy just in case. You looked at him with big eyes and took it with gratitude and realized that you didn't really know much about his life outside the set. With anxious fidgeting and hoping that you wouldn't be asking something offensive, you put the fork down.

"So what about you, Jo? How is your family like?"

Looking at you with a side look, he fangirled inside at your curiousity about his life, not the actor one, and happily told you about his mother. Giving small smiles at him when he would talk about his mom so lovingly, your inner voice just sighed at your miserableness. Grow some balls, and fucking confess to him already! Look, the man has respect for his and your mom, nothing bad would come out of this!

Just when you opened your eyes to finally tell everything you have been feeling about him, his phone started to ring and he looked at you apologetically. Waving your hand as if saying that it was no big deal and that he could talk here, you grabbed the forks and the box of the cake to throw them at the bin when you heard a soft yet older female voice from the speakers.

"How is my boy doing, hmm? Is everything alright in there?"

Cooing at his mother's soft words and concern for him, you chuckled when he looked at where you disappeared a few seconds ago anxiously to see if you heard anything. Seeing that you were still in the kitchen and your back was turned to him, he continued his talk with her.

"Yes, everything is fine mom! Everyone has been kind and Y/N is here right-"

"Oh my God! You work with her?! Is she really that pretty and kind in real life? And... she was that one actress you had been crushing on forever, innit?"

"Yes, oh God, yes she is and... Mom! Don't say things like that so loudly!"

Giggling in your hands while blushing profusely, you stayed in the kitchen and returned when he finished the call with her just in time. Seeing him look at anywhere but you, you just smiled and sit down in front of him.

"My mom says hi and now, you're invited to our home... You don't have to come if-"

"I would like that more than anything, Jo! But, oh shit! I don't have a dress with me and I need to find one quick and I have an interview to do and I-"

"Easy, easy, sweetheart... She invited you when our shooting is done so you still have time and besides... You are already beautiful as the way you're..."

Timidly looking at your wide eyes, you couldn't help but feel your heart skip a beat at his affectionate words and the feeling of his much bigger hands holding onto your arms. Your mouth dried, and you started to sweat slightly at how close you two were suddenly. Eyes looking at each other, deep brown melting into Y/E/C and hearts beating erratically, you knew that he was a man you deserved.

Fame, money, nothing mattered in that moment. You were just 1 inch apart from each other, one inch away from finally sealing the deal and become something much more than just friends. Maybe you just met, and maybe there were things you need to learn but deep down, you knew that he would mever treat you the way your ex did.

He wouldn't belittle you, he wouldn't blame you for everything, he wouldn't use you. Instead, he would hold you when things went bad, he would call you beautiful things instead of crude words, he would cherish you, love you till the day you two would die...

Holding onto his arms thightly and looking at him with shaky eyes, he shuffled closer to you, hands now holding your face delicately. He was no different than you, he couldn't believe that he was about to do what he thought he was going to do and you, looking at him with tearfull and shaky eyes with somewhat a painful yet full of hope eyes burned something inside of him.

"Y/N, I... I know you faced many things alone. I know you don't trust people easily anymore but... I love you. I always loved you ever since I was like 21 as soon as I watched your first film and I don't want to force you into anything. I'll be yours if you'll have me and if not, I would just stay as your friend-"

"But... what about everything? Are you fine with me being shipped with someone all the time? Not being home at all? Are you sure you would trust me with all your heart? I... I don't know if I'd be a good significant other and I-I d-don't wanna fuck things up-"

Wiping a stray tear softly from your cheeks, he brought your forehead close and touched it with his own. Even though he had the wig on, he could feel your heart beating with both love and worry. Behind the cheerful and noncholant mask you had, you were just a young woman who was betrayed by someone you trusted once. Someone who didn't make you feel loved and cherished and he would be damned if he did the same mistake.

"As long as you come back to me and I have your heart for mine to love... Then yes, I'm sure with everything inside me that I would go to the very end of-"

Stumbling down on his bed with the shock of your soft lips kissing him slowly with your hands cupping his cheeks lovingly, rubbing the apple of his cheek as if afraid you would break him, he let out a shaky and relieved sigh at finally having you between his arms. Feeling overwhelmed of everything that has been happening to you and the realization that you finally had your "prince charming" between your arms, you smiled into the kiss and shifted to get closer to him. Moaning into the kiss when your leg made contact with his crotch and your stumbling only added more pressure, you both blushed like crazy and parted your ways slowly. Looking at each other shyly with lovesick smiles, he put your stray hair back and dragged his hand down from the side of your face and rested it on your cheek while the other held onto your waist. Giggling happilly at him and throwing your arms around his neck, you two hugged each other while laughing to your hearts contents.

"I don't know why I'm laughing so much! I guess it's been a long time since I felt this happy!"

"Me too, love... Me too... But you're so unfair, now that I got a taste of you, I don't know how I'm supposed to stop myself from kissing you."

"Who said I want you to?"

And being unaware of your manager throwing his fists into the air in victory and texting to the groupchat that you two finally did it, you two kissed each other hungrily and grinded on each other like horny teenagers, moaning into each others mouth with the newfound happiness of you two finding each other.

GUYS THEY FUCKING DID IT! THEY'RE KISSING RIGHT NOW!-the Mother Hen

HOLY SHIT, THE BABY OF THE GROUP IS HAVING A TIME HUH 😎- Moon Boy

I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE WHO IS SINGLE!- the Space Dad

Please don't let her come to us with hickeys all around her body... I don't know If I can take it- Hello there

Wait... THERE IS MOANING SOUNDS OH MY LORD, OH FUCK WAIT- Mother hen

WHERE ARE THEY DUDE! I lAM COMING TO SAVE MY SIS FROM GETTING FACESUCKED-The Vampire Jayce

*******

Sitting at the back and bouncing your leg up and down while waiting for the signal to come and sit in front of the camera to have the yearly Buzzfeed interview with Eduardo and your boyfriend Joseph while the said man was sitting next to you with a hand on your thigh. Smiling at you cheekily, he kissed your cheek fast and you turned to him with wide eyes, trying to hit him with the soft pillow you had when you used if you need to take a quick nap.

"Jo! Don't do this kind of things so suddenly!"

"Afraid of not being able to stand against my love? I thought you loved me!"

Rolling your eyes at him, you looked right and left to see if a certain blonde who became overprotective after learning from your manager that you two were together was around. He had all the right to do so, after all, you went to him when the shit went down alongside with Pedro and Oscar.

Kissing him from the lips quickly, you stood up and went to sit down before the camera while Joseph was grumbling under his breath.

"No fair, you little fox..."

"Beat this, bub!"

Turning your attention to the puppies who ran at you, you didn't see the way he blushed at your nickname and how he looked at you with heart eyes. Introducing yourselves after finally having a puppy on your lap, you three answered the questions about yourselves and your career.

"Y/N, this one question is specifically for you. What is Y/N Y/L/N known for and is there an embrassing story behind any of it?"

Humming to yourself while petting the dog absent mindly, you leaned back on one of your hands while giving some of your body weight to Joseph, trying to be subtle while the staff was watching with smiles at you.

"Well, I'm mostly known for my role in the Star Wars I guess? And maybe my interactions with others, especially our group the Space Sisters? So uh... Oh, there is one story I could tell you! When I first got the role, I met with Oscar first and he terrified me! He was loud and energetic while I was anxious, then one day he and Pedro came and just said 'We're adopting this one!'.And I was just standing there like a kitten being held from its neck and they dragged me to everywhere to show me off which was... overwhelming. How about you Eduardo, Jo?"

Smiling at your way and how you included them too, Eduardo started to speak while Joseph held your hand thightly in his behind your back. The rest of the interview went smoothly and you two said your goodbyes but you couldn't help but get sad over Joseph not getting a puppy while he wanted to have one and remembering his tongue poking out sweetly at the little puppies, you decided to do something you never did.

"Love... would you mind... you know... coming at my home? I-I mean you never saw where I lived and I want you to be part of my life fully and I want to introduce you to someone..."

Widening his eyes at you and your offer, Joseph smiled widely and hugged you to himself.

"Like? I would LOVE to come, darling! Are we going like now or later, oh I should go change my clothes and I-"

Cooing at his accent and the word "darling", you kissed the corner of his mouth and played with the curls at his nape with a soft smile.

"No need to Jo, I have some spare clothes since men's are much comfier. And we can go now since I think they can't wait to meet you. I mean they don't like people that much and they mostly bark at new people but-"

"Wait, wait... Bark? Who... Who am I going to meet with?"

"Well, my dogs and their puppies obviously? Also the newest addition to our little family, a sweet kitten- Owow, slow down Romeo!"

Dragging you to your room and closing the door behind himself, he laughed and kissed you sweetly before your manager could come and ruin the moment again. Kissing him back and running your hand on his bare back, he groaned into the kiss and before things would escalate, the ringing of your phone made him groan out and you laugh out hard.

"Don't you dare give me babies~~ Or else I would come with little bees~~To sting you from your weenie~"

"FOR GOD'S SAKE, LET ME KISS MY LOVE!"

"NOT A CHANCE QUINN! GET YOUR HANDS OF OFF OUR LITTLE BABY!"

"PEDRO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM!"

*****

"I'm sorry Jo... I don't know how he came into my room..."

Coming out after having a shower, you felt freshened and happy after all the things that heppened today. Drying your hair with the towel, you sat down beside him on the couch and layed against him while he was playing with your hair with one hand and the other petting the puppies who loved him immediately and jumped at him as soon as they saw his tall figure.

"It's okay sweetheart. They're protective of you but I seriously wonder what they will do when we get married..."

"W-what..?"

Gulping down hard, you felt the shivers all around your body when he mentioned marriage. He wanted to...marry you? It wasn't something strange, you two almost dated for 8 months now and was happy that you were able to keep it hidden from the media but... You never thought that he was that serious with you.

"Marriage..? Oh God, I'm sorry if I did made you uncomfortable! Just forget it-"

"You want to marry... me?"

Looking at you with shocked eyes he put the puppies down and took your form on his lap to look at your face closely.

"What? I always dreamed of being married to you! I even have the whole speech ready from the moment I saw you first, even though it's cringy with all the fanboying... But I'd understand if you... You know... didn't think like that..."

Seeing his saddened eyes made you feel like shit, and also helped you remember that you both had insecurities. His had skyrocketed after starting to date you and the new season started, with people saying that they didn't like him at all. That he was better with the wig on and that he wasn't handsome at all. And that wasn't the end, people even picked on Millie, for the millionth time, and Millie and Joe had to stop you from going off on someone on your social media. You could still remember how liverish you were while trying to get a hold of your phone which was in Joe's hands.

"LET ME GO MILLIE I'M JUST GONNA HAVE A TALK WITH PEOPLE ON TWITTER! EVERYBODY IS USED TO IT BY NOW, AND I'M NOT GOING TO BACK OFF! HOW DARE THEY CALL HIM UGLY?! THOSE BITCHES CAN'T DO HALF OF THE SHIT HE DOES AND THEY HAVE THE NERVE TO CALL HIM AND MILLIE USELESS?!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!"

Giggling at the memory, you didn't think about how it would be seen by the man under you who was swimming inside his insecurity pool. He knew he shouldn't read and think about the people and what they thought of him. He never cared about his appearance before he dated you, and it wasn't gonna change. You told him time and time again that he was the prettiest and most handsome man you had seen and you would always love him, not for his looks but for his sweet personality, the one which would shy away from a lot of attention, would poke his tongue out while thinking, the one that had fallen in love with you.

There was only one way to prove to him and the rest of the world how amazing he was and you exactly knew what. Suddenly getting up from his lap and looking for your phone, he looked at your back confused and hurt since you just left without saying something, he was even more confused when you sat down next to him and entered your gallery. He widened his eyes at seeing so many random photos of himself in it, him trying to focus, him reading a book, him with the wig on, him on the events...

"Love, what are you doing?"

" I thought I fucked those insecurities away from you last night, but apparently, I was wrong..."

Blushing at your blunt words, he put his hand on your waist and softly pinched the fat there lovingly begore his hand froze in shock.

"So I'm gonna share you and our very happy children to tell the world to fuck off!"

Shuffling away from you to take your hands into his to stop you, he looked at you with panicked eyes. You didn't mean to make him that anxious and seeing your sunshine like that made you but angry at the so called fans and sad for him. Taking his head into your hands, you kissed his lips passionetly in which he responded with the same amount. Parting away while panting and looking at each other eyes, you kissed the underside of his eye and smiled at him sweetly.

"I know you're anxious and I get it. The amount of hate I got for taking a role in the Star Wars universe was so bad that I... I tried to end it all. For good..."

Getting the meaning behind of your words, he immediately checked your wrist and when he saw the faint scars, he looked at you with tears in his soft eyes. Wiping his tears away, you continued before he could go on.

"Don't worry, Oscar and some others found me just in time and I'm fine. I never tried to do something like that again. My point is, even though it's hard, don't listen. They will talk no matter what you do and understanding this took a long time for me but I don't want the same things happen to you... I'd fight with every single one of them if it meant you'd be happy but... if you don't want people knowing, then I'll not share anything."

He looked at you with unreadable eyes, shook that you went through this. He stared at your hands and back at you, feeling too much at the realization of what might have happened if they didn't come in time. Suddenly yanking you to himself, he smelled your shampoo over and over as if to memorize it. Soothing him by rubbing back and twirling his curls, you put your weight on him with the relaxation and listened to his heart when he started to talk.

"I-I didn't know... any of this... I'm so sorry darling, for people and for not being in your life at that time... You can share whatever you want and I'll do the same besides... the internet will be upside down by the hottest couple, no?"

Smirking at him with a proud look, you nodded your head and set yourself onto his lap again. Back against his chest, his hand were on your tummy, hugging you close to himself. He smiled at the photos you had chosen with his chin on top of your head, he pointed to each photos, asking when you took them. You smiled and hugged his arm to yourself while your kitten was hissing at the background.

"I took the first one at the World Premiere secretly because you looked so cute, the second one as soon as we entered and the third one was when you went to bathroom... Now let me poor all my badass attitude into the caption, love!"

And rolling his eyes at you, he watched you type fastly with a fond look. He didn't know what the future would bring for both of you, but he thanked God for giving you to him, letting you fall in love with him and making him be a part of your life.

Putting your phone down after posting the photos, you snuggled him up with your puppies on your lap and around you with your kitten on his head, hanging on his curls.

That was all you've ever wanted, and finally you were happy.

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Could I get an Obi-Wan fic where he finally reveals his feelings for the reader after years of keeping it in? And they both just melt into each other because they can both finally show how they feel

The Red Tie Around Your Hearts

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Summary: You go missing on a dangerous mission and Obi-Wan, who is in love with you, goes crazy with worry.

Fluff, angst, obi-wan having a crisis, love declarations, gender-neutral pronouns.

Warnings: swearing, near death experience.

Word Count: 2.5k words

A/N: Requested by @alaina-b, hope you like it hon, sorry it took so long! I've had one of the longest months of my life travelling here there and everywhere, so hopefully some half-decent ideas have formed in the mean time!

Obi-Wan was losing his fucking mind.

You were missing and it was all his fault. Well, not really, but it certainly felt that way to him.

Why didn’t I go with them? Why did I not protect them?

Obi-Wan paced around the briefing room, the artificial lights invading his senses. They were suffocating him; the whole journey from the hangar to here was suffocating. The creaking metal of the walls and the too-white lights pushed into his mind with every step, reminding him painfully that he was so far from the ground. He was in the vastness of space alone. Without you.

You were a guiding light in his life – always steadfast, always the same. Always that same wonderful person he fell in love with all those years ago.

He couldn’t quite put his finger on when he started loving you. Maybe he always has. You had been best friends since you were padawans. Two young Jedi hungry to learn, desperate to succeed. You were inseparable; you would sneak off every night for some secret meeting of just the two of you. Every shiny, naïve, joyous idea that came into your young heads you said and did and enjoyed. You explored the world around you, eyes wide and gleaming, and no warning lecture from any Jedi Master who caught you could deter this duo. A common thread linked you, a red tie around your hearts. You felt every pull and every tug, every single movement the other took like some kind of precognition. Thoughts and feelings flowed between the two of you without words, a single look into the other’s eyes saying more than the most eloquent bard with pen and paper.

So when the red cord around Obi-Wan’s heart started to get a little tighter every time he saw your beautiful smile, he was naturally fucking terrified.

Attachment was forbidden, feeling something more towards you was forbidden. But the jolt of that string around his heart felt more natural, more real, more true than any of the empty words the Jedi taught him.

He was so confused, so unsure. He tried pulling away from you, but that goddamn cord around your hearts dragged you with him no matter where he hid. You set alight the kinds of emotions he never thought he would feel, but it went against his entire way of life. And yours too. Why would he jeopardise your future in the Jedi Order for his silly little crush? It was your home too and he wasn’t about to cast you out onto the streets. Loving you from afar was far preferable to you risking your jobs for an attempt at a relationship, or even worse, you rejecting him altogether. You were his best friend and he didn’t want to lose you.

But now he was about to.

Why didn’t he take the mission? Why did he let you go? You were adamant to go, this was your operation and you were the commanding officer, so it was your mission to face alone. It was dangerous, sure, but nothing to challenge your expertise. Just a simple grab and go mission. Fly down onto the Separatist ship, grab the stolen holocron, fly back. Easy. What wasn’t easy was getting past the prying eyes of the enemy. But again, nothing to challenge you – you had done it a million times, slipping past battle droids like a ghost. However, this time, there were too many. Fleets of droids were parked in front of your destination – they knew you were coming. Theories of betrayers and weak links in the Republic whizzed through your mind, but you didn’t focus on them. You pushed on – through the ships, through the droids, through the pained shouts of Obi-Wan telling you to just come back. “It’s not that important,” he would shout, but you knew he was wrong. The holocron held vital information pertaining to the Jedi Order and you were not about to leave it in dangerous hands. You swore to protect the Order, and you were sure as hell going to protect it now.

Obi-Wan could only watch from the starflighter as you sped off into the fray, swerving and dodging between the blaster fire, praying to whatever gods were looking down upon you that you would be returned safe to him. And it seemed like they were actually listening to him as you shot down more and more droids, aided by the Republic gunship’s cover fire. As your ship disappeared inside the target cruiser, your comm link stayed open and the painful tie around Obi-Wan’s heart loosened slightly. You were winning and you were going to come home safe to him. You narrated your surroundings to Obi-Wan, the commanders and clones at work between deep breaths as you snuck behind the backs of your foes, swiftly cutting down any droids in your way. Rustles of your hurried searching echoed through the loudspeaker of the control room, until you let out a single breath of relief.

“It’s here.”

Then it all went wrong.

Your comm link fizzled out with a sharp ring and every person in the room waited in silence for you to reconnect. All eyes focused on the loudspeaker before a deafening explosion sounded out. Obi-Wan felt his soul leave his body and the red string around his heart knot shut. He ran to the massive windows at the front of the starship only to see blinding fire. An orange glow bathed the entire control room as the Separatist cruiser you boarded exploded into flames. Gasping for air, Obi-Wan’s eyes flickered to every corner of space in front of him, desperately searching for anything to signal your escape. Yet he found nothing.

No, no, no, no, no. Please gods no. Not you. Not now.

His feet moved before his brain could register it. Obi-Wan was sprinting out of the control room to board any available ship in the hangar. He even ordered a squad of clones out of their ship with an uncharacteristic shout and took off in it to search for you. He’d apologise to them later. You were more important to him.

Shouts of objection by the other commanders flooded through his comms to the point where Obi-Wan turned it off with a slam of his fist. He flew around the wreckages of droid ships with a speed bordering on hyperspace, but found nothing. No sight of you. No sight of your ship.

Gods, no. Fuck, where are you?

He flew faster still, his steering getting faster and jerky, checking every nook and cranny of the charred shell of the target cruiser from which the explosion emanated. At this point he was barely using his eyes, only the tug of the cord connecting you both, trying to pull and follow it to its end where he would find you. The cord wasn’t cut, he could still feel the faintest connection between you both… he just couldn’t find you.

Please, no. Y/N don’t leave me.

Suddenly, blaster fire skimmed off the roof of Obi-Wan’s ship. The Separatists had found him. It took every single bit of strength in his mind and body to drag himself away from his search and retreat back to the Republic ship. The red cord got longer, you felt far away, almost out of sight.

So now here he stood, on the verge of a breakdown in the middle of a briefing room with nearly all hope lost. Various commanders and clones tried to discuss their next moves in the mission, but he paid attention to none of it. He couldn’t focus on anything other than the pain and worry radiating throughout his entire body. Tears brimmed in his eyes, threatening to fall as his heart got heavier and heavier in his chest. The only words that got through was an admiral’s strong suggestion to retreat. Anger flared in Obi-Wan’s eyes as he spun around ready to fight anyone who would even consider leaving you lost in the coldness of space. He argued back and forth with a cutting intensity, but deep down he knew the admiral was right. The first mission of the Jedi was to protect and Obi-Wan had to protect his soldiers. But he couldn’t abandon you. That fucking red string was getting thinner, only a couple of fraying threads remained. The slightest tug could break it and you would be lost forever.

“General Kenobi, we must flee now. The Separatists are still out there.”

“I am aware of that Admiral, but we need to stay and fight.”

“Sir, we can’t. We are low on fuel and our shields are failing. I know General L/N is important to you, but we must leave now.” Of course they all knew, it was impossible to miss the fact the two of you were attached at the hip, the way you would talk about each other. They knew there was probably something going on between the two of you, but respected you both enough to leave you to it. Thus, they also knew that Obi-Wan was only acting out of pain. He was an excellent Jedi and a compassion commander to all his clones; he was not usually like this. It was clear the route of his anger the potential loss of you. But that didn’t make the anger go away. The fire in his eyes got darker as he stepped forward to the admiral.

“Now listen here. That is no concern of yours.”

“I mean no offense, General, but you must be realistic.”

“I am. I am being realistic and we need to stay.”

“L/N is gone, or else they will find a way themself-“

“No! They are not gone, they are still here.”

“Sir, please-“

“I won’t leave them!”

Suddenly, the blast doors opened and Obi-Wan swore he was dreaming. There you stood right in front of him. Singed and battered, your robes covered in soot and a small amount of blood dripping down the side of your face. You can’t be real, Obi-Wan thought, they are gone, they are dead. This had to be an apparition, some trick his grief playing on him. But you walked through the doors just like you, and looked just like you, and smiled at him just like you. Your eyes bored into his and made his heart clutch in his chest. It was you. You were okay.

Wordlessly, you dragged your eyes away from Obi-Wan, glanced around at the room full of officers. Your gaze fell upon the Admiral you had heard through the walls in deep debate with your fellow Jedi. Your hand burrowed on your pocket for a second until you withdrew a glowing blue palm-sized cube; the holocron. A gasp rang through the room at your victorious mission and you tossed the holocron to the Admiral who only just to caught it in his own hands. You gave him a light knowing smile and nodded your head towards the door. Understanding flashed across his face instantly as he began to quietly usher out the rest of the officers with a smile of his own.

Soon, only you and Obi-Wan remained. The tension in the air was palpable. You just stood gazing at each other, barely believing they were stood here with each other again. Neither of you know who moved first, but soon you were both running full tilt at the other and colliding. Hard. Arms went flying everywhere as you pulled each other into a bruising hug, pushing all their shared pain, anger and relief into it. Nothing else mattered now. Only the two of you. Both your pairs of legs buckled underneath you as you lowered down onto your knees, continuing the hug. After what felt like hours, Obi-Wan pulled away, staring down into your tired eyes. A tear ran down his face as he cupped your face with his large calloused hands. His thumbs brush along your cheeks, wiping away your own tears. He was so fucking relieved. The flurry of emotions inside of him blurred his mind of all common sense, only following what felt good. And you felt so damn good. Without another thought, his moved his head down and captured your lips with his. You were caught off guard, lost in the feeling of finally being back in his arms. Back home. Your eyes fluttered shut and your lips moved in tandem with his. You melted into each other grabbing at anything at all, losing yourselves in the feeling. All of a sudden, Obi-Wan pulled away, leaving you breathless and seeing stars.

“I love you, Y/N” he admitted, staring deep into your gorgeous eyes. “Darling, I’ve loved you for so long. I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same, but I wanted - needed - you to know.” A beaming smile rose on your face, stretching all the way to your ears. You reached up and pushed back a loose strand of hair, threading your hand into his hair as his eyes closed with a sigh.

“I love you too, Obi-Wan,” you replied as his eyes instantly shot open at your words. His smile matched yours as he hugged you again, this time fully encased in joy. You laughed lightly at his antics as you gripped onto him like a lifeline, your exhaustion from the mission starting to get the better of you. Eventually, Obi-Wan pulled away again, but looking more sorrowful this time, more tears falling.

“I was so scared, darling,” he rambled breathlessly. “Fuck, I was terrified I’d lost you. I went out, I couldn’t find you, I looked everywhere, I thought you were dead, you should be dead, fuck, what happened, how are you here-“

Immediately, you brought your hands to cup his face, noticing his panic and trying to calm him down. You stroked along his cheekbones lightly, bringing him back down to you. “Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay, I’m okay,” you whispered to him lightly. “The holocron was booby trapped, they knew we would try and retrieve it. Some kind of self-destruct thing I think. Try and blow us up with it. But it’s okay, I got out, I got to my ship just in time and hid until it was safe. I’m here. I’m okay. I’m safe.”

Your words soothed Obi-Wan as you brought him down from his panic attack. He encircled you with his arms, pulling you onto his lap so your bodies were as close as physically possible.

“Please, never leave me again,” he whispered, barely audible over the thrum of the ship around you.

“I will never leave you,” you replied, more truthful in your words than ever before. “I’m yours.”

Your lips melded together again, saying everything that had been unspoken for years. Gods, the years have been long, skirting around your feelings for each other. But now you could be freely in love.

The red tie around your hearts was repairing, untangled and unfrayed. It was strongest when you were together. The ribbon looped in a beautiful bow and your hearts beat as one, never to part again.

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