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jetiisyandereclones · 3 years ago

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Anchor in the sands, part 1

Yandere! Obi wan x plus sized Jedi! Reader

@professional-yearner

With his mental state deteriorating in exile, Obi Wan latches on to the one constant in his life.

Warnings:

Attempted suicide

Panic attacks

PTSD

NSFW (Sex scenes, Nudity)

Age difference (Obi Wan only became romantically attracted to Y/N in her mid 20s)

Depictions of PTSD and suicidal thoughts/actions may not be accurate!

Notes:

Though not the center of the story Obi Wan is older than Y/N, by about 9 or 10 years. She would be about the same age as Anakin.

In this fic order 66 happens and reader, who was a close friend to Anakin and Obi Wan, chose to stay with him on his mission to protect Luke.

Sex scenes are not my strong point, so take what you read with a grain of salt.

I like to imagine the reader as having one of those builds where they look very soft and comforting, but have a lot of muscle hiding underneath and is more athletic than they look.

In an abandoned moisture farm in the Jundland wastes a man was pacing back and forth nervously. His hands shaking around the com he held as he once again sent a message out to his only companion on this world.

“Y/N, Y/N can you hear me? It’s Obi Wan. Please respond.”

No reply

“Y/N, please pick up. There’s a storm coming in. I’m worried”

Static

Obi Wan wanted to throw the com across the room. His breathing becoming ragged as he imagined everything that could of happened to his lovely Y/N.

Caught up in a drug war.

Shot in a seedy part of town. Parts of town she often found herself in for her role as a healer.

Captured and sold as a slave by The Hutts.

Taken by an inquisitor….

He stopped himself there. Y/N was a far more capable Jedi than people ever expected. Her kindness was not often mistaken for weakness, it when it was, they didn’t make the same mistake twice.

He shouldn’t worry. She was beautiful and charming and could talk her way out of a Krayt dragons den. But still. He wanted her here with him.

Here where he dreams of draping his arm around her beautiful soft body. Tracing the curves and valleys of her skin, looking into her beautiful eyes and seeing his love reflected in them.

He wanted the world for them, but Obi Wan was a coward for Y/N.

So he went back to pacing, the thought of her back home, snuggling up all cute having eased his mind enough to keep trying to reach her, but this calm would not last for long.

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In another part of the dessert, not far out from the Lars homestead a women rode her orlak, heading towards the wastes she called home. The normally unbothered animal started to throw its tasked head at a rock in the distance, getting restless, trying to speed up and prancing in circles when the rider tried to turn it back in the right direction.

“Calm down orla,”

Y/N muttered, hesitant to raise her voice and gain unwanted attention this time of night. She was supposed to be back home hours ago but there had been a spike of fever shooting through Mos Eisley.

She had been told it was a phenomena that strikes each year before the rains fall, and every nurse, doctor, healer and medicine man was needed to contain the outbreak. So she had stayed. Going from patient to patient, doing her best to comfort and take care of the people around her. Occasionally there was a serious case, one where the patient didn’t look like he was gonna make it through the night.

Not finding this an acceptable outcome, she dared to use small, trace amounts of the force. Stimulating the life energy inside the patient long enough for their body to fight off the fever.

Y/N had been successful, but it was hard, and for her, dangerous work. She worried slightly about the possibility of anyone sensing her. But no one came, so she figured she was safe.

This time.

So that’s how she found herself here. Outside the Lars’, in the middle of the night, with what looked like the storm of the century brewing between her and home.

And her usually calm and intelligent Orlak was pitching a fit at a rock.

Perfect.

Finally giving into the animals demands she heads towards the rock that insulted her friend so badly. Getting closer and closer the ‘rock’ started to look more and more like a person. When she was about six feet away Y/N dismounted Orla and approached what turned out to be an unconscious Beru Lars.

On this realisation Y/N quickly got to work assessing her injuries using the light of her torch.

Beru was knocked out alright, but thankfully the cut on her forehead didn’t seem to be the cause, as Y/N saw a needle with a very familiar liquid in it. A harmless enough poison. Too weak to hurt a human but enough to send them to sleep.

However Beru was gonna have one hell of a headache when Y/N woke her up.

Hovering a hand above the woman’s head, Y/N focused a small amount of the force into Beru’s injuries. Picturing it winding itself into the torn edges of her skin and gently sewing it back together, closing the wound.

Job one done, now all Y/N had to do was wake her up.

She didn’t need to use the force for this. Beru was no longer in danger of bleeding out, although concussion was a bit of a worry for her.

Having used too much of the force already today, Y/N went into Orla’s saddle bag and brought out some smelling salts and a water skin. Uncorking the salts the strong smell forced her to recoil, but it did it’s job and Beru jolted back to life.

Dizzy with what seemed to be more from dehydration than anything else, Beru blearily looked towards the blurry figure infront of her.

Y/N offered her the skin and Beru drank greedily, her shaking hands supported by Y/N’s strong, steady ones.

“It’s okay. Orla found you out here like this. Looks like you were darted and hit your head on the way down.”

Y/N said gently as she pulled the skin away from Beru. Concerned she may throw it up if she drank much more.

Suddenly Beru’s eyes widened, and she grabbed Y/N’s wrist.

“LUKE! They got Luke, they took him.”

This got Y/N’s full attention, suddenly not as concerned for the storms anymore.

“Beru, calm down. Who got Luke?”

“The sand people. He wondered too close to a caravan and they took him. I don’t know why, he wasn’t doing anything. I didn’t even see him approach, I turned my head for one second and he was gone!”

She desperately explained, on the verge of tears.

“Which direction?”

Y/N asked, not willing to waste anymore time.

“Umm, north east, it was a caravan that passes through the borders every week to trade with the Jawas. I think they have a permanent camp about an hours ride from here. But you can’t possibly be thinking about going after them alone?”

“I….am?”

I reply, questioningly at her. Worried but determined.

“I know you were a.. a Jedi.. but you can’t go alone they, they’ll…..”

“Beru.”, I say sternly. “Either I go now or we wait gods knows how long for the storm to pass and for Owen to gather enough men who aren’t sick or busy with the sick. Now, can I give you a lift home and borrow a speeder?”

Beru looks at Y/N with surprise, having never really heard her get stern before. A reminder that she used to command armies in battle. That She was perfectly capable of handling the sand people”

“Uh, yeah, that should be fine” Y/N helped Beru up onto Orla’s back, climbing up after her.

“Y/N, uh, thank you. I know you and Owen don’t really get along, at all, but for Luke, thank you.”

Y/N smiled at her, and set off at a brisk trot towards Beru’s house, where she left a very tired Beru, antsy Orla, and left with a speeder and blaster rifle, at the insistence of a gruff, and awkwardly thankfull Owen.

Before leaving he informed Y/N that Orla would be well taken care of, and that when she brings Luke back there will be a bed and meal waiting should she need it.

Y/N nodded at him. Touched by his faith in her abilities.

With that she set out into the night, in what was thankfully the opposite direction of the storm. One thing she forgot though, was her com which was still in her saddle bag constantly beeping and about to die.

As Y/N cut across the dessert she let her thoughts wander a bit. Back to home, where her old friend was and she grew concerned for him. He had grown somehow both more distant and more affectionate in the last few years. Obsessed with knowing where she was, he possessive over her when they were out in public together, pulling Y/N closer to him and laying his arm around her shoulder to ward off any sleezebags that commented about her size and or figure.

And there had been a few.

At first it had flattered her, made her blush. This man was the object of nearly every adult woman’s desire at the temple. Quite a few men too. He was charming, incredibly handsome, and dear gods he always smelt so divine. More than one person had been dared to steal his robes while at the temple.

They had always been friends but Y/N had always harboured a deeper affection for him. Something that had caused no lack of amusement for Anakin. But for the sake of their friendship She pushed it to the side.

It honestly seemed to her like he had a secret relationship going with his commander for a while. A not all uncommon occurrence if she was going to be honest, but one that they needed to be careful with. Then along came Satine back into his life. Y/N was never jealous of her. She was everything a woman wished they could be. Calm, kind, elegant, smart, and tough. She was a firm believer in pacifism and while not sharing that opinion, Y/N could defiantly respect her for sticking to her morals.

It crushed Obi Wan when she died. It crushed Y/N to see him so destroyed, empty and hopeless.

She could not bring herself to confess her feelings to him. Not then. So she fell into the role she knew best. A friend. At the time, she genuinely didn’t think that she was his type. Too large, ungracefull and not all that powerful, if she was going to be honest. She always took the sidelines compared to the absolutely beautiful women and handsome men he seemed to attract anywhere he went. And she got used to that position coming to appreciate the view.

But since coming here, even a little bit before, if Y/N was going to be honest, he had started to get closer. Clingier, more… she could only describe it as loving.

He’d check in on her, keep her company after a rough mission, hug her when in pain and defend her when she was being attacked, whether it was on the field or by someone closer to home.

Maybe one day she would dare to hope. But that would have to wait.

She had found the camp.

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Back in theJundland wastes, Obi Wan’s sanity was deteriorating. He was pacing, shaking and breathing raggedly, com in hand.

He had been calling and calling Y/N. Over and over for hours.

“ Y/N, please, darling pick up!”

“Please come home Y/N, I… I need you”

“Y/N, I’m begging you, talk to me, I love you”

“Please come home Y/N. Don’t leave me here alone. I don’t think I can be alone anymore, not since you’ve come along”

“I’m sorry for whatever I did, just please come back to me. Let me love you I’ll be so good to you, my sweet”

He sent one more message. He didn’t mean to but he did, it was a five minute long message of him crying.

He had curled up on himself and accidentally pressed send gripping the device, the only connection he had to his lovely, sweet Y/N.

After his last messages came back with nothing he threw the com across the room, accidentally using the force to destroy it as he curled in on himself and sobbed.

He kept re living all the deaths that had happened during the war. Gruesome and cruel. He kept seeing his darlings face on their bodies. Dull and lifeless. Her body next to Satine’s. Cody and Maul standing over them, mocking his weakness.

His failure.

His inability to keep the ones he loved alive.

His cowardice for running from Satine, leaving his confession too late.

His betrayal of Cody, as he left him behind to be a puppet for the empire.

His failure of Anakin, letting him fall to the dark side.

What a disappointment he must’ve been for Y/N. He never told her how he felt, hiding in the Jedi code. He neglected her for years as he tried to selfishly keep her at arms length, despite wanting nothing more than to bring her in close enough so that he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began.

He despised how many times he left her to wonder why she never seemed to be enough.

If she wasn’t beautiful enough.

If her body was unattractive.

He should’ve told her. He should’ve told her that she’s angelic to him. She’s soft, and sweet and warm and everything he had wanted after the war.

But now it’s probably too late. She’s probably out in the dessert, being torn apart by scavengers or worse, on a ship in another man’s arms.

And unworthy man’s arms. There’s not a single being in this galaxy that deserves her love and her dedication. He was no different but he knew, if given the chance, he could love her more, and care for her better than any slime ball for a thousand systems.

Obi wan looked up as the lamp light caught something and bounced into his eye.

Up on the table, a knife that Y/N had purchased from market for entirely too much sat. It’s half shined blade gleaming. She was adamant she could fix it up, and he was nothing if not a slave to her desires.

Obi Wan felt a rush of determination come over him.

He would wait for her. Wait for the sun to come up and hopefully bring her with it. But if the morning brought nothing but clouds, darkness and an empty, cold doorway, than he would not be forced to be alone again. He would be with his beloved. In this life or the next.

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Y/N approached the camp. Not knowing exactly how to non threateningly gain their attention, she sucked in a deep breath, and let out her best howl, trying to emulate their own calls.

It didn’t work. Not really.

It got their attention, but they still surrounded her, weapons drawn and trained on her.

Through the wall of sandy coloured robes she spotted a small boy with golden hair in white clothes. Looking scared but otherwise fine.

‘Bingo’ she thought to herself.

Slowly, so as to not spook the sand people she began to remove the blaster rifle from her shoulder and put it down on the ground. The lines in the sand peoples shoulders eased but their weapons were still trained on her.

In her best attempt at communicating with them through sign language, she told them that she was not here to fight, merely to discuss terms for taking to boy back home.

Luckily they understood her rough signing and most of the weapons were lowered. All but two which followed her to a fire on the edges of camp, where she was sat down infront of a sand person with decorated robes.

He handed her a melon and gestured to break it open. Taking one for himself and drinking it’s contents. She copied him, despite the foul smelling liquid. Not want to offend and make things more difficult.

Eventually, she managed to drain the melon.

She put its skin to the side and started to explain the situation with Luke.

“He didn’t mean any harm. He is adventurous and curious, not old enough to know better.”

“The boy trespassed onto our caravan and attempted to make off with our supplies. This cannot go unpunished”

“And what did you plan on doing to him? He’s a three year old child, he can barley walk in a straight line. If it’s and issue of damaged supplies or tribute I’d be happy to pay for both his and my own safe release back home.”

“This may be a larger price than you expect. We cannot allow such actions to be ignored and forgotten. Not even for the begging of a pretty lady”

“What do you want” Y/N asked, resolute.

“You are Jedi are you not.”

At this Y/N went white

“How did you know”

“I am shaman and healer for this tribe. I have seen many moons pass by. And I have seen you many times from up on the ridge, healing what cannot be healed.”

“What do you want” Y/N asked again.

“A favour. One single favour from a Jedi that they cannot refuse once asked.”

Y/N weighed her options. It had not escaped her notice that he failed to mention what this favour would be, or when it would be called in. It made her uneasy, but she had no choice.

“Done”

The shaman tilted his head at her.

Despite her best efforts, Y/N could not get a read on his emotions or thoughts, seeming to her like there was an impenetrable fog around his being.

“Careful child. This is no small promise. We will ask whatever we want of you and you cannot refuse us. Are you sure you wish to leave with this promise?”

“Do I have a choice?” Y/N signed

“No”

And with a howl Luke is shoved into Y/N’s arms. They were escorted back to owens speeder, Y/N gratefully accepting the blaster rifle back as they climbed on.

With a rev of the engine and a cloud of dust they were off into the night, Y/N hoping to be able to make it back before morning came and the storms hit.

Explaining to Owen that she had to go back home, he told her to be careful. The sand people were crafty. That if she wanted an escort he’d take her.

Y/N could tell he wanted to stay home with his wife and nephew.

“I’ll be fine Owen. The storms shouldn’t hit for another two hours at least.”

“Suit yourself” he grunted. But Y/N could see the relief on his face.

Y/N took out into the night on Orla, happy to finally be heading home.

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The sun was rising. It’s cold light filtered through angry storm clouds, slow and thick, casting everything in its dimness.

Obi Wan was sitting on the floor, knife in hand watching it come up, but not bring Y/N with it.

Everything seemed to be happening in a slow blur, everything but him and the knife in his hand.

He turned it over, seeing every last detail on the blade with hyper focus.

It was still rusty down near the handle. Y/N had not finished restoring it when she took off into Mos Eisley yesterday. Though the tip and a majority of the blade was wicked sharp and gleaming in the pale morning light.

He wanted to memorise everything about that blade. Something she had poured love and time into. She had wanted to fix the blade just as she had wanted to fix every other broken thing she found and brought into their home.

Obi Wan noted the small engravings on the blade.

Water like patterns that were once hidden behind rust twisted around the knife with traces of what looked like some sort of pinkish, orange metal inlaid into them. Quite a pretty colour, if he was going to be honest. The handle had been in rough shape too. When she picked it up it looked dull. An ugly light brown and very splintered with darker ugly brown lines on it. He could vaguely recognise these as carvings but he had taken one look at the knife and dismissed it as trash, not worthy of the time it would take to fix.

But Y/N saw it and like usual saw the potential it could have. He couldn’t say no to her and she looked so excited so he got her the knife and she got to work immediately, and with a focus and skill that would make a seasoned tradesman blush.

He once asked her why she always chose to fix old things, even when she had the option not to.

“We don’t have the republics wallet anymore. Besides, I’m good at being broke”

He had looked at her confused and she happily elaborated.

“When your poor you have two options. You can look for the slightly rough things with potential and fix them up. Or you can get new shit cheap that looks cheap and falls apart in a matter of months.

If I buy say, a wardrobe, for example, the sides are coming off, the door doesn’t close right and the wood hasn’t been re sealed in years so stain is starting to fade. But it’s a beautiful dark wood, with a crystal mirror, hand carvings and going for 60 dollars, than that’s nothing but opportunity.

Take that bad boy home, find out the repairs are all minor ones, fix it up and boom. Suddenly you have a beautiful restored antique worth hundreds and will outlive your grandchildren that someone threw away, because they were bad at being broke and didn’t know something worthwhile when they saw it.”

She had gone on a bit of a rant about the importance of being able to fix and maintain what you own after that and Obi Wan had listened to every word. He loved hearing her talk and she had a lot to say.

Y/N was an extremely intelligent and skilled woman. She could point out what he saw as nothing but a collapsed pile of metal, wood and leather and tell him exactly what it was and how she could fix it up like brand new. She had bought a lot on new projects that day.

Projects that started to turn the abandoned moisture farm into a home that Obi Wan wanted to come back to. Her touch was everywhere. Old furniture lovingly brought back to life by her hands and had withstood every punishment time had thrown at it. Old broken down speeders and droids and ship parts littered one of the old sheds she had commendered as a workshop. Projects for when the sand storms hit and they were trapped in the wastes for days, sometimes weeks on end.

That’s where she should be now. Out in her workshop going to town dismantling an engine piece or dragging him out onto the roof to teach him how to properly insulate and re seal it from the weather.

Obi Wan mused that he wasn’t so different from the house, or furniture, old droids and weapons. They had all been taken under Y/N’s nurturing wings. Worked on with love where neglect had once ran rampant. And like everything around him, he was completely hers.

Taking a deep breath he lowered the blade to his wrist. The metal shining.

But he wasn’t like the knife.

No matter how much she worked on him, tried to heal him and bring some life back to him he would not come up good and shiny again. He didn’t think he had it in himself to be the man he once was, anymore. He was more of a burden to Y/N now. With his mission and his hiding. She could be anywhere in the galaxy right now. Sitting in the lap of luxury even.

Instead he had chained her to this old remote, broken down farm, with an old, broken down Jedi.

He didn’t blame her for leaving. He was no use to her in this life and he was not going to hold her back any more. He would wait for her in the force instead. Give her an eternity of peace after giving her a happy life without him slowing her down.

Luke would be fine. Owen wouldn’t tell him about his father or his abilities so he’d have no reason to go looking for a teacher or to branch out into the force.

With that final thought he delicately dug the knife down into his wrist, chest heaving as blood started to ooze out of the beginnings of the cut.

He had taken the knife out and gone in for another cut when the door suddenly opened.

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It had taken a lot longer to get home than Y/N had thought it would. While the rains hadn’t come down, yet, a sudden sandstorm had washed in and drastically slowed her journey home. What should have taken an hour and a half took four hours, trying to navigate through the sands using the force and stopping to calm Orla down when she started to panick. At this point all she wanted was to be at home with Obi Wan and take a nice long nap. Tatooines annual snap winter was about to break and they’d be isolated for the duration of the season, which was fine by her. She could nap for as long as she wanted and maybe even make use of the bath while water wasn’t being wanted for.

Y/N loved this time of the year. Loved the milder weather, the sound of the storm and the water that was for once in abundant supply, filling all their tanks, both main, spare and for selling, to the brim and then some, flowing off the roof of Obi Wans and her humble but cosy home.

Y/N was made for rainy weather. The cold and icy winds suited her far better than the unrelenting sun and heat. She was always of the opinion that the cold brought people together, bringing them closer for warmth and creating a bond that could not be replicated. The heat drove people apart, mad them short tempered, irritated and longing for space.

She didn’t tell Obi Wan that. She would never make him feel as though she didn’t want to be here. While she didn’t enjoy the climate his company more than made up for Tatooines shortcomings.

As Y/N approached the farmhouse, she sensed something was wrong. The force was screaming at her. Obi Wan’s signature was wrapping itself around hers like it was trying to bind them together and drag them away. It seemed absolutely panicked in its attempts to latch on to her.

Jumping off of Orla she made a break for the main house area. She wasn’t worried about her friend. Y/N knew the orlak would want to be out of the sun as soon as possible and make her own way to her stables.

Y/N didn’t slow down to open the door, Obi Wan’s force signature was becoming aggressive in its attempts to get closer to hers, battering against the edges of her senses. She ran to the door and just burst her way in.

Looking around the room what she saw made her blood run cold. Obi Wan, on the floor, hunched over his upturned arm, with her knife in hand.

“OBI WAN” Y/N screamed.

He startled, having been too far into his head to hear the door open, but he’d hear that voice no matter what state he was in.

Unfortunately the surprise of her arrival had caused him to slip with the knife, which now was held in his shaking hand, his grip loosening.

Y/N had ran to him and skidded to an ungraceful stop on her knees infront of Obi Wan, who seemed to be more transfixed on her sudden appearance than the blood that was running down his wrists at an alarming rate.

Y/N was on the verge of panicking. The puddle of blood on the floor getting bigger and bigger. She immediately tried to pack his wrists, taking off her outer shirt and wrapping itself around his shaking, but compliant arm.

She knew she would have to use the force again. But the long night and day she had had all but exhausted her, having not exerted herself this much in years. Her hands started to shake as she once again called the force. Obi Wan’s signature still trying to wrap itself around her,making it difficult to concentrate. Y/N’s hands were shaking and tears were falling down her cheeks but she didn’t care.

She didn’t care about her exhaustion or the fact that she might bring an inquisitor right to their home. All she knew was her friend was going to die is she didn’t act fast enough.

Y/N didn’t look up. Didn’t look at Obi Wan but if she had she would have seen his own eyes, wide open filled with tears and an incomprehensible amount of joy, love and possessiveness in them. Delirious and dizzy with blood loss he tried to move, to reach out to her and bring her close. Try to comfort and wrap himself around her like the rolling wave of his force signature was doing to her own. But he was so tired, his chest heaving so bad he could only sit there, repeating, ‘ you came back, please don’t leave me, Why didn’t you answer my calls?’, over and over again in a rough, slightly slurred voice.

Having mended his wrist to the point where their weak, watered down bacta spray and bandages would do the rest of the work Y/N fell back, reaching out to the chest which held the med kit with a shaking hand.

She found the items she needed and shoddily dressed his wound, saying he was going to be okay and that she would fix him up properly later.

Obi Wan suddenly grabbed her wrist. For the first time she looked up at him, at all the raw emotions that she had no doubt were reflected in her eyes, and with a surprising strength pulled her into him. He wrapped his arms around her with a steely grip, buried his face in her shoulder and openly started to bawl. His flood of emotions triggered her own the they stayed there like that. Y/N draped over his lap, their heads pressed as far into each other’s skin as they could get and they cried and sobbed unashamedly, and without restraint together until the adrenaline wore off and the both passed out on the floor in each others arms.

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Obi wan woke up first. His eyes dry and itchy and head pounding with what was honestly the worst headache he had ever had. He felt dizzy and sick and thirsty as he became aware of his surroundings.

The darkness in the room, the rain beating against the walls and roof of the house.

The loose, twisted and bloody bandage around his wrist, and finally, the war, weight of Y/N in his lap.

He paused for a bit, stilling. Trying to dig through fuzzy memories and figure out how he had gotten here.

He looks at the bandage, and it came rushing back to him.

The knife, Y/N disappearing. Her sudden re appearance.

He got a bit pale then. He had almost died.

He had nearly KILLED himself.

Obi Wan, terrified at his own actions unconsciously gripped Y/N tighter, and she shifted, whining at the strength of his arms

Obi Wan, blushing furiously let her go, expecting her to roll off of his lap at the loss of contact.

He expected her to yell, scream, tell him he’s an idiot, a failure. That she shouldn’t have to put up with his shame any longer and that she was leaving him alone with his life of misery and duty. The thought of her rejection was nearly enough to send him into another panic attack, with his currently vulnerable mental state.

However his spiralling thoughts were cut off before they had any real chance of taking off.

Y/N whined again, and had started squirming in protest of the sudden cold that enveloped her when Obi Wan took his arms away.

Looking for more of that heat she tried to bury her face in Obi Wan’s chest. Cutely nuzzling and nosing into his weathered robes. However it wasn’t enough to save Y/N’s sleep and she came to. Groggy and dishevelled and indescribably beautiful to Obi Wan.

Her eyes blinked open. She looked as drained as he felt. Suddenly she jerked. Backing away from him and he desperately tried to follow her, craving her closeness now more than ever.

But she was worried, and looked so heartbreakingly lost.

It looked like she was going to say something, but instead all she could do was cough at the dryness in her throat.

“I need a drink”, she croaked “ stay here I’ll get you one too,”

“Y/N”

“I should also change that bandage as well,”

“Y/N”

“I gotta check on orla, I left her completely to fend for herself”

Obi Wan stepped up to her, his arms going around her waist and pulling her into him as she continued to get more and more unsettled.

“Obi Wan, what are you…?”

“Please don’t do that. Don’t…don’t run away from me.”

She still couldn’t look Obi Wan in the eye. That’s not what he wanted. He needed her to look at him. See him and know that with her here, close to his heart, there was no danger. No pain.

Leaning back and gently taking her face in his rough palm, he tilted her head up towards his, getting in close and leaning his forehead against hers.

“Don’t hide from me. I never wanted to scare you. I don’t know what I was thinking. I thought you had gone”

Her eyes, wide at his proximity and seemingly not knowing where to look, flickered around his face, multiple times landing on his lips, unconsciously licking her own.

Obi Wan got closer, a hairs breath away.

“Please let me kiss you” he muttered quietly, as if their lips weren’t already touching each other.

But reality kicked in.

He, of course had not recovered properly yet and his dizziness took over.

He slumped against Y/N who stumbled in shock but managed to stabilise the both of them. And get him to the table. The room was washed in a warm glow as Y/N found the light switch, noting they had slept right through until two in the morning.

“Right, ahh, we’re gonna talk about that” at this she gestured to Obi Wan’s wrist, looking a little lost for what to do, “later. For now I’m gonna go get us some water and re bandage you”

She shuffled off, cursing as she ran into the corner of the table not seen in the low light.

As Obi Wan listened to her move around the kitchen he pondered about what to tell her.

He was done with the pretence of only being friends. He wanted her. In every way someone can want someone else. Body mind and soul. What he wasnt prepared for though, was the sheer panick and hopelessness he felt at the thought of her leaving him behind.

His force signature wound itself around hers content and peaceful to bask in her warmth. It tells the truths a person can’t admit, not even to themselves. Qui Gon had once told him.

Obi Wan contemplated what this meant for him and his Y/N.

Maybe for once, he could be brave and selfish and take something for himself. He didn’t want to know what life would be like without her. He couldn’t handle that anymore.

Obi Wan had become dependant on Y/N to help him weather the storms of his depression. Guide him through the stress and strain of his mission. To anchor him in reality when hysteria threatened to close in around him.

He would be brave for once. He would not allow himself to be without his sweet Y/N, and in return, wanted to be everything Y/N wanted in a man.

In a partner

In a lover

Maybe even a husband.

Suddenly the vision of her by his side, a young boy holding her hand as he levitates a miniature ship around a young girls head came to mind. They both had Y/N’s eyes and his nose. It was just them in this little home far away from other people who would hurt them.

There was just him, his love, and his family in a bubble of sweet bliss.

‘Yes’, Obi Wan thought, ‘for that, I can do the hard thing’

Y/N suddenly made an appearance again. Snapping Obi Wan out of his reverie. She had her arms full with two large glasses and a jug of water along with the first aid kit and some boiled candies he knows she swipes from the market occasionally.

Putting everything down she instructed him to give her his arm and slowly drink the water. He ignored her, gulping it down as soon as the liquid touched his lips.

In all fairness she did too.

Obi Wan poured both of them some more. He suddenly spoke up.

“Why didn’t you answer any of my calls.”

After taking off the bandage she looked up

“Huh?”

“My calls. I commed you for hours. Why didn’t you answer?”

“I’m so sorry Obi Wan, I wasn’t on the com all day. There were hundreds of fever cases and I was kept busy the whole time I was in town. I didn’t get away until it was already dark and when I did the storm was already threatening and must’ve created too much interference to get a good signal where I was. Then Orla found Beru knocked out and there was a whole thing with Luke and the sand people…”

At this Obi Wans head snapped up, moving his arm and messing up the gauze Y/N was attempting to apply.

“What.”

With a grunt of displeasure Y/N threw the used gauze to the side, going back to dab at the cut as it started to bleed a bit again from the sudden movement tearing up a scab.

“Stay still. Luke had wandered too close to a caravan. They took him and darted Beru when she tried to get him back. Orla found her and I took her home, swapping for a speeder to go get Luke.”

At this she looked up at him

“I’m sorry. I must’ve left my com in her saddle. I should’ve brought it with me or checked in. I just didn’t think to do that at the time”

She looked genuinely sorry. Obi Wan took her hand with his uninjured one, running his thumb across her knuckles as he brought her palm to his lips, tenderly kissing it and resting it against his cheek.

“You have nothing to be sorry about. If I had thought clearly instead of panicking, this wouldn’t have happened. You saved us both.”

Obi Wan genuinely replied, looking into her stunned, furiously blushing face.

She clears her throat. Trying to gain control of her voice again and praying that it doesn’t crack.

“I think thats done” she let go of my bandaged wrist and gently took back her other hand, reluctant to part from him.

“I’m gonna go check on Orla, get her stabled properly.”

She took a step towards the door, then turned back.

“You should really hit the sonic while I’m out. We both smell like shit and I’m gonna want it when I get back.”

Her bedside manner had not improved much. Obi Wan had long since discovered Her roughness with her patients, despite her gift in healing.

Y/N strode out into the rain towards Orla’s stable. Needing the familier task to help clear her head. Obi Wan smiled, throwing back the rest of the water and popping one of the candies in his mouth as he carefully headed towards the refresher.

Once in the sonic it hits Obi Wan what time of the year it is. Winter.

Perfect.

Y/N loved the rain and it was the one time of year they didn’t have to worry about conserving water. Which meant they could make use of the giant tub in the corner of the refresher.

It was another buy that Y/N found at market. Back then it had been a giant rust bucket. But now it was a gleaming copper claw foot tub with a shiny black Porcelain Finnish on the outside. It had taken Y/N a while to complete that one. Having to learn how apply a porcelain finish, how to repair and treat the copper and then she had to find the right materials to do so. It was an expensive job, even doing it herself but she wanted it bad, arguing that if they can only take actual baths and showers for one week out of the entire year, they may as well be “fancy as fuck.”

He had since come to agree with her. Having used the bath and more recently water shower to relax when water supplies allowed. But tonight, after Y/N had finished in the sonic shower he wanted to invite her to join him for a bath. She seemed receptive of his advances before and he has waited far too long for a chance at intimacy with her.

The thought of being in the bath with Y/N, candles reflecting light onto her damp skin as she leans against him, nothing and no space between her soft skin and his own scarred skin made his cock twitch, blood rushing south as unbidden thoughts of loving up on, and making love to Y/N came to mind.

He palmed himself gently, allowing one small pump. If he got off tonight he wanted it to be with Y/N. As he brought her over and over to ecstasy, tasting, touching, hearing and seeing all of her, and offering all of himself in return.

Finishing in the sonic he exited and got dressed, hoping his hard on wasn’t too obvious but unwilling to do anything about it just yet.

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Outside the refresher Y/N was dazed. All throughout tending to Orla she couldnt stop thinking about how good it had felt to be in his arms. How her heart had beat when he took her hand.

A million thoughts raced through her head and were replaced faster than she could even recognise. All except one.

‘You idiot, you can’t do this to yourself or him. He just nearly died. He’s probably still suffering from blood loss and you wanna get into bed with him?’

But she couldn’t help it. She had been pining for him for so long. Admired him for so long, and if his actions today were done with a clear mind, which she believed they were, then maybe he saw something in her too.

With her mind still going a thousand light years a minute she raced through the rain back inside. The snap winter had brought the storms in with its usual fury, and the icy cold had made its entrance once again. Y/N though it might hail at some point, and she was glad she had managed to perfect the roofs of her home, ensuring they would not only endure the battering the wind and rain would cause, but that they would properly keep her house insulated and comfortable in both the snap winter and the harsh summer.

Stopping just outside the back door, under the shelter of a small porch, Y/N wrung out her hair and shirt, realising that the filthy rags she had been wearing non stop for three days now were white, soaked and completely see through.

‘Great’ she grumbled, making her way inside trying not to shiver.

‘Maybe I can make it inside and get to my room before Obi Wans done in the fresher.’

She hoped he took his time, cause she had to go past the fresher door to get to her room.

Going into the passage way that held her and obi Wans rooms as well as the fresher room, her luck ran out. Just as she had made it to the fresher door obi wan walked out and right into her…and her shirt that was giving him quite the view.

They both blushed but made no real attempt to look away. Obi Wan stared at Y/N’s chest, which was on full display and extremely obvious due to the cold. Y/N on the other hand could help but notice the tent in Obi Wan’s linen pants, that he had carried with him from his days at the temple.

They stared at each other, waiting for someone to make a move.

In a singular moment of courage that Y/N managed pull out of nowhere she looked Obi Wan in the eye and asked,

“I know you just got out, but do you, maybe…wanna join me in the shower?”

Obi Wan seemed froze for what seemed like an hour, and her heart sank.

She knew it. She had misinterpreted his signals somehow. She had overstepped. He didn’t want her and now she had to try and salvage their friendship.

“Or, or not. It’s okay I mean I just thought with the rain and all that maybe you might want, might like…” she cleared her throat. Looking down in shame “never mind” she said quietly, going to move into the refresher. But Obi wan stopped her.

Once again he grasped her hand, bringing it to his chest, just above his heart. He was shirtless when he came out into the hallway so Y/N could feel his heartbeat. It was going crazy.

“Hey,” he said quietly, intimately with what almost sounded like hope, “you really want, me?”

This got Y/N to look up at him. He looked unsure, nervous. It never occurred to Y/N that as much as she had been worried that he would not want her, wouldn’t find anything about her attractive, that maybe he was struggling with the same plague of self doubt.

Y/N gently took his face in her hand, running her thumb over his bearded cheek.

“Yes. Always” she said earnestly.

Taking her hand away from his face he sweetly kissed her fingertips, then once again stepped up to her.

An invisible bad was tightening around them as he tilted her head back and in a voice that conveyed nothing but longing and Need, Obi Wan whispered,

“Please kiss me my love”

The band snapped. She leaned up and pressed her lips to his. Sucking, licking and nipping at them softly. Moaning gently at the taste of him.

At this Obi Wan licked her own lips, asking sweetly for permission to enter, which she all too happily gave.

His tongue explored her mouth as he made the sweetest whines she had ever heard. He was all over her, licking at her teeth and cheeks and caressing her tongue as he happily let her explore his own mouth. Reluctantly they parted, chests heaving as they pressed against each other, a string of saliva still connecting their mouths, which Obi Wan bashfully wiped away.

At some point during their kiss Obi Wan had started to unconsciously grind his clothed erection against her leg. Y/N could feel it twitch with neglect and she slowly brought her hand up his thigh towards his cock.

“Is this okay?” She asked, needing to hear him say that he wanted this as badly as she did.

He cupped her hand and brought it to rest against his aching need, her own arousal started to make itself known.

“Please, I need you to touch me.” He begged her with a needing whine.

She smiled and gave him what he wanted. Gently rubbing his cock and occasionally lowering her hand to caress his balls through his pants, swiftly getting hooked on his sweet sighs.

“These have got to go soon.” She gestures to the garment. “But I wanna take this slow okay. Nice and gentle. We’ve got all the time in the world.” She leaned up to lay kisses across his chest and collar bones, “it’s just you and me now.”

He seemed to melt at that, folding down onto her, trying to get as close as possible as he palms at her back, hips and ass through her clothing. His wandering hands never staying in one place too long but never breaking contact either.

She nudges him towards the bathroom and he complies, dropping his shirt and towel which had been draped over his shoulder.

He goes in for another kiss, but before he gets it Y/N leans back a bit.

He looks at her confused and slightly hurt, and Y/N kisses the tip of his nose.

“I don’t want to make this awkward or anything but do we need anything? condoms or lube?”

She awkwardly asks. Wanting to be prepared but not quite sure how to ask properly. But Obi Wan didn’t seem annoyed or put off. He just smiled lovingly, understandingly.

“I have the implant my dear” he leaves smooch on her cheek “and I’m clean. But if you would feel better using condoms then I can go get some?” He kisses her nose, laughing at how his bearded made it scrunch up a bit. “Or we don’t have to go that far. I’d be more than happy to just lay with my head between your legs. All night if you’d let me”

Ignoring the raging blush that’s spreading from her face down to her chest, Y/N swallows thickly.

“While I do like the sound of that, maybe not tonight. I’m clean and have the implant, I just wanted to make sure we both knew what we were doing, what we wanted…” she finished awkwardly.

She groaned slightly, closing in on herself. She was doing so well too, being smooth and sweet like she wanted. But now she was being weird. She ruined the mood. She just implied that one of them may have something and now he’s gonna think she’s gross and just walk out on….”

Her thoughts were interrupted. Obi Wan, sensing her distress and embarrassment at her questioning through the force and seeing how she was wrapping her arms around herself and backing off, reached out to reassure and comfort her.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, my clever girl. My sweet, smart little love. I’m glad you asked these things, that you always look out for yourself and others around you, precious little Jedi.”

She suddenly threw herself around him, hugging him tight. His compliments had made her blush furiously and now she was embarrassed at the praise he had offered her.

Obi wan turned her head up, stepping back so he could see her properly.

“No, no. Please don’t do that. I never want you to hide from me. I want to see every face you make, hear every sound,” he leans down closer to her ear and after nipping at the shell he whispers hotly into it, “feel every sensation you have to offer me as we bring each other to pleasure over and over and over. I want to make love to you all night long”

Y/N could feel her underwear soak through with arousal. Her clit achy and demanding at Obi Wan’s heated words.

“I would love that, but at another time. For tonight I just want you to join me in the shower, then let me take care of you, if you’ll show me how.” She added onto the end quietly.

Obi wan seemed a little bit taken aback by this, and slightly confused.

“Y/N, you have no idea how much I want that. But, and don’t take this the wrong way, but, you’ve had sex before right?”

He rubbed Y/N’s arms and shoulders comfortingly, and I she genuinely felt that he didn’t mind any inexperience that she may have.

“Um, not too many. Not for a while and, well , they were never that good.” She suddenly looked ashamed, “but I want this. I just, need some help.”

Obi Wan didn’t think he could love this woman more then he did when he woke up with her in his arms. He was wrong. Force he wanted to choke the idiots that had made her feel so inadequate. But he would do everything he could to help her past that. Happily.

Obi wan Brought her back into him, tucking her head into his chest, he kissed the top of her head. Holding her there while he spoke.

“You don’t need to be ashamed my dear. And you don’t need to be scared of disappointing me either. There’s nothing you can do that will make me not love you,” she inhaled sharply at this, “yes, that’s right I love you. I truly do. I’m sorry it took this whole mess to tell you. I should’ve told you years ago. But I will spend every day saying how much I love you for the rest of our lives.”

He started peppering her hair and any skin he could reach with kissed, wanting to make her feel the truth behind his words when he heard it. Her gentle confession spoken into his chest, into his heart.

“I’ve loved you so long Obi Wan. I need you to stay here. Stay with me. Please”

“I don’t think I could ever leave you. you will never be alone again. I’ll always be right there with you”

And he meant it. He truly did.

She stepped back from him, holding her arms out to him.

“Help me undress?” She asked shyly.

Obi Wan came up to her and softly ran his hands up and down her sides twice, stopping to play with the hem of Y/N’s shirt, waiting for a final confirmation before he began.

“Please” she said in a sure voice.

Obi Wan began undressing his love for the first time, nearly drooling as he lifted her shirt above her shoulders, her arms up displaying her ample chest to him. She looked so soft he couldn’t help but give her a quick kiss and nip to the top of both breasts, smiling at her shocked giggle which turned into a moan when he cupped one, licked and latched onto the nipple, still hard from the cold and arousal, soothing over it with his tongue.

Slowly getting down onto his knees he goes to take off her pants, smothering her belly with kisses and licks as he passed it on the way. Obi Wan slowly brought her pants down her thighs, bringing her underwear with them, kissing and mouthing at the soft flesh he uncovers as he goes down.

His knees pop a bit when he stands up and he groans as Y/N giggles.

“You think that’s funny? It’s not very nice to tease an old man, you know. Especially not when he’s so desperate to please you.”

He looked at her with heated eyes, his pupils dilated and expression hungry.

Y/N takes his hand and brings it to her mouth, taking his middle and pointer finger in, and sucking on both, playing over them with her tongue.

Obi Wan’s breathing is heavy and he brings her free hand back to his groin, his cock painfully desperate for her soft touch. He stops just before she touches him, giving her the chance to pull away. But she doesn’t want that.

Taking his fingers from her mouth she brings them down to her soaked pussy, at the same time palming him firmly, still through his pants.

“I’m desperate to please you too, sweetheart.”

The groan he let out was nothing short of delicious, and she mewled as he worked dedicatedly against he soaked folds, teasing her dripping entrance.

With a lot of will power, Y/N pulled away from Obi Wan and he whined at the loss of her warm body.

“I don’t think I want our first time to be in the shower, but I wouldn’t mind the company while washing?”

“I’ll stay” he panted out quickly.

Turning to get the shower going and show off her ass a bit to obi wan, Y/N didn’t see him undress himself. But her view when she turned back to face him was un-fucking-paralleled.

He stood there completely naked and beautiful. His chest and body hair was blonde with streaks of grey. His shoulders and chest were broad and strong despite his age. His stomach had a sweet layer of fat that looked soft and Y/N knew she wanted to love up on it the first chance she got. His legs were strong and his cock hung proud between them. Angry red and leaking pre cum like a faucet. He was perfect to her and told him as much.

He blushed then suddenly getting shy. Y/N walked up to him, pressing the softness of their bellies together as she started to kiss and nip his chest.

“It’s true. Your perfect.” She started to make her way down and took his nipple into her mouth, mirroring what he had done to her earlier.

He curled around Y/N at her divine attentions. Obi Wan had forgotten how sensitive his chest was, and how good it felt for someone to love up on him.

Far too soon for Obi Wan’s liking she let go of his chest and took his hand, leading him towards the shower with a pretty, flushed smile.

Once under the spray he took notice of how turned on she seemed to be. Her eyes blown, a blush spreading down her neck to the tops of her chest. Obi Wan defiantly noticed how she seemed to be squirming. She was rubbing her plush thighs together, trying to get some stimulation where she needed it most.

‘Poor thing’, Obi Wan thought, ‘he was neglecting her.’

Y/N reached out to a small shelf in the side of the shower, pulling out a pink bottle of body wash that only saw use maybe once or twice a year. She then gave it to Obi Wan and gestured to a scrubbing net, turning around and giving him her back.

“Would you mind?” She asked

‘Mmhmm’ Obi Wan answered, pouring a liberal amount of product onto the net.

He got to work on her back, gently and thoroughly cleansing it, while chasing the net with his other hand, rubbing and massaging her back.

His hands didn’t stay at her back though. They wandered up to her neck, over her shoulders and then hovered around Y/N’s collarbones.

Obi Wan gently kissed the side of her head, grinding his hips into her ass.

“Can I wash you here?” He lowered the net to her boobs

“Please” Y/N answered.

She seemed to be in a state of bliss. Basking in his gentle affection.

Obi Wan turned Y/N to face him.

But instead of going straight for her chest, like she expected him to, he took one of her hands and rested it on his shoulder, washing down from her wrist, to her own shoulder and back again, kissing her skin as it was rinsed by the water.

After moving on to her other arm and finishing there, making sure to spread as many kisses as he could, he finally made his way down her chest.

Obi Wan seemed to be in a trance, running slow swipes with the net over Y/N’s sensitive flesh. Delighting as the water revealed rosy skin under neath.

He was on her chest for a while. Long after the soar on the net had rinsed off completely. He couldn’t resist how pretty and pink and inviting Y/N’s chest looked so he latched on to her. Sucking and licking and nipping at her delicious curves, moaning at her taste and rutting against her side.

Y/N wasn’t doing much better. She was sighing and mewling, holding Obi Wan close and carding her fingers through his hair.

Eventually she encouraged him to let go. He released her nipple with a pop. His lips red and his eyes blown and loving.

“You still have work to do” Y/N said and urged him to kneel infront of her.

While she prepared the rag again Obi Wan had buried his face into her plush stomach, loving how soft and warm and luxurious it felt. He ran his hand up her equally soft thighs, and played with the curles between them.

“Can I wash you here?” He asked, teasing his fingers along her still wet dripping entrance.

“Yeah, I’d like that”

Y/N handed him the rag and he got to work. Starting at her belly, and quickly making his way down, ensuring that everything was clean before moving past her flushed and ready womanhood to her ankles.

Obi Wan got into a lower crouch, pulling her arms to him and draping them over his shoulders.

“Hold onto me lover” he said.

It was the only warning Y/N got as he entered her with a single finger, noting how tight she was. He didn’t mind. He would spend forever gently opening her up if she asked him to.

Y/N had started to rock and grind against Obi Wans hand, his finger curled inside her, brushing against that delicious spot.

“Oh Obi Wan,” she breathed, “that’s so good. Your so good for me”

Her praise had a bigger affect on him than she realised. He whined and dropped the rag that had been in the middle of cleaning her thighs.

The combination of her words and the result of her pleasure running down his hands almost had him cumming then and there, but he just managed to hold out.

Pulling his hand away from her soft womanhood he looked up at her.

“Darling if you keep talking like that this isn’t going to last very long at all”.

She gave him a small bashful smile, still running her hands through his hair.

“Im almost done here sweetheart. Tell me, is this soap safe to use here?”

He cupped her pussy, grinding his palm against her swollen clit.

“Ye…eahhh” was all Y/N could articulate, feeling she was going to explode if she could have Obi Wan soon.

“That’s a good girl. So clever. And this, pretty fucking flower. I’d hate to see all your delicious slick gone but you’ll feel better completely clean.”

He tenderly worked the lather into her folds and at the junction of her thighs. Never going near her entrance but cleaning around it.

Obi Wan ran his hands around her, washing her ass, making his way from the outside of her cheeks to the inside. When me began to run his hand down towards her hole, she blushed, not having thought he would want to go there.

Obi Wan was thrilled though. He could sense her surprise and slight embarrassment at What must be a new situation for her, but he was thrilled she trusted Obi wan to clean her so intimately.

His force signature was purring.

Obi wan could almost see it working against her own in a sensual dance. He took it as a sign that the force itself wanted them to be.

Obi wan reached up and turned the water pressure down, asking Y/N to pass him the nozzle.

When he got it he tested it against the inside of his wrist to ensure it wasn’t too hot.

Pleased at the temperature he asked Y/N to lean back against the wall, bracing her foot against his knee so it wouldn’t slip and taking her arm in his free hand, leaving a kiss on the inside of her wrist.

He brought her knee to drape over his opposite shoulder, giving him a perfect view of her swollen, flushed, pussy.

Gently he brought the spray to her entrance, watching for signs of discomfort.

“Is this okay” he asked

“S’a little cold” she mumbled, caught up in the sensation of the spray against her.

Obi Wan adjusted the temperature and finished rising her off, letting the water pour down between her ass cheeks.

Y/N looked at him.

“You didn’t have to clean there you know. I could’ve done it.”

He lowered her leg to the floor and stood up.

“I wanted to. I want to take care of you, all of you. Always.”

He turned the heat back up and went to get some shampoo and face wash. He handed the face scrub to her while he worked on her hair.

“Can you wash your face while I take care of your hair love? I want you out of this shower and in my bed”

Y/N swallowed thickly, liking when he turned the general voice on for her.

She washed her face, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensations of his fingers scratching and massaging her scalp. But it was over soon after, with Obi Wan’s patience having started to run thin.

Y/N finished rinsing off and roughly towel dried her hair, not bothering to re dress, when suddenly obi wan came up behind her, mouthing at the junction of her neck and shoulder, kneading the sensitive flesh of her tits and pinching her nipples.

His erection was hot and heavy against her ass as he shamelessly rutted against her, needing contact and friction like he needed oxygen. Y/N could feel herself getting wetter than before, swearing it was starting to run down her thigh.

“I’ll let you take charge and do whatever you want to me later.” He husked into her ear, “But please, It hurts.I need you, us. I can’t wait.”

As if on command his cock twitched violently against her, precum sticking to her back and Obi Wan whined.

“Tell me you need this like I do. Tell me you want me here with you.” He turned her around and ground against her soft stomach.

“I need to hear you say it. Please”

Y/N stepped up so one of his thighs was between hers as she started rutting herself.

Leaning closer, Y/N kissed him tenderly on the lips.

“Obi Wan. I need you so bad. I’ve always needed you”

He crashed his lips back against hers as he moved against her with more force.

He was passionately exploring her mouth when he suddenly groaned, his body tensing and his legs shaking.

“No, no no” he whined, just as his warm thick cum splashed up Y/N’s stomach.

Obi Wan was mortified. His face, neck and shoulders flushed bright red at the fact that he couldn’t hold on. He had cum humping Y/N like an animal. He hid his head in her shoulder, tears forming in his eyes.

Gods, he didn’t even ask if he could cum on her. She must be so angry that he dirtied her up.

His shoulders started to shake as he began to fall into his head.

Y/N however, while surprised, was not disappointed or angry. She wanted to sooth him and make him feel better, sweet and content again. So with her own arousal fading at his distress, she reached for a wash cloth they kept on the sink.

“Shhh, shh, it alright love. It’s okay. You were so good, you did so good for me. You came so hard for me. Let me clean us up okay.”

“I couldn’t wait, it was too much, too good, and Y/N… I’m sorry I got you dirty and left you behind and…and…”

He couldn’t finish. Y/N had gently brought his head down to her chest, presenting him with the opportunity to latch on or just bury his face in her. It seemed to put him in a state of bliss before and it was the only thing Y/N could think to do now.

It worked. His mouth swiftly found her nipple again and Y/N and Obi Wan sighed together, sliding to the ground, Obi Wans face never leaving her chest. He ended up half laying half sitting in Y/N’s lap while she cradled him and calmed him down. When he had stopped shaking she tenderly wiped his cum off of their skin. Making sure to reach the places where it had spread between them.

Y/N saw that he was starting to shiver from the cold she lovingly ran her hand up and down his back, squeezing at the slight layer of fat there and noting how tense his muscles seemed to be.

“Obi Wan. Darling?” She cooed, and his head lifted up off her chest, still flushed, his lips swollen and rosy.

“Come on sweetheart. Let’s go to bed. Go cuddle.”

He grumbled and nodded. But as he went to stand up he felt how sticky and wet his spent cock still was. Coated in pre and cum. He doesn’t know what possessed him to do it but he turned to his love and asked in a small voice.

“Y/N, before we do, could you clean me, like I did to you. Please?”

Y/N looked back, surprised he asked. Of course she had considered it but he was in no position to consent before.

“Of course. Do we need to get back in the shower or is a wipe off enough?”

Obi wan released a long breath. She hadn’t rejected him.

Thinking over his options he decided he was too tired, both emotionally and physically for the shower so he took the cloth from Y/N’s hand, rinsed it and handed it back to her.

“I just wanna go to bed with you.”

Understanding this she gently wiped away at his soft manhood, mindful of his sensitivity and watching for signs of discomfort. There were none. Looking down she noticed there was some mess on his balls as well. Cupping them gently in the cloth but applying no pressure she looked up at Obi Wan.

“Here as well?”

He nodded taking her hand and guiding her on how to best cleanse him while not causing any pain.

With both of them clean they exited the fresher, disappointment and embarrassment still hanging over Obi Wan’s head.

Y/N stopped him. “Love? I’m gonna go get us some water and something to eat. Do you want to come, or meet me in your room” she asked, trying to let him know she was not abandoning him.

He pressed against her front, his forehead on hers, his eyes closed like he couldn’t look at her yet.

“wanna stay with you” he slurred, his exhaustion creeping in.

“Okay.” She answered nudging back against his head, nuzzling against his nose slightly, before pulling away and taking his hand instead.

She lead them into the kitchen. Obi Wan’s hand gripping hers like a lifeline.

She got them two glasses of water and fished out some old ration bars, then they both exited and went to his room, not having any energy for anything else but snuggling down for sleep and cuddles.

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Obi Wan followed Y/N into his room and allowed her to pull him onto the bed with him.

"How do you wanna sleep? I could lean on your chest, or you on mine? Or we could just spoon..." she suggested.

All he wanted was to curl up in her arms, winding their physical bodies together as tightly as their force signatures already were.

"Can you hold me?”

Obi Wan felt so raw and vulnerable. Brittle like glass. she made that go away. she chased away the helplessness that always creeped up on him in the dark of the night, in his cold and lonely bed.

Looking up at him with her big, darling eyes, her beautiful body silhouetted against the small light in the corner of his room, she didn't reply. she just shuffled over on the bed, pulling the blankets up and inviting him into the warmth of her naked form.

He slid into bed with her, wanting to be as close as humanly possible.

As Obi Wan squirmed restlessly, trying to find a comfortable position he felt her nipples brush up against his chest.

Palming her soft breast tenderly, he looked up at her adoring face.

"Can I put my mouth on you? Please? Just... Just for a little while"

"Yeah, for as long as you like… Obi Wan, you know I’m not mad right? I guess we just got too caught up in the moment."

"I know" he muttered, looking down and taking her nipple into his mouth again. breathing out a sigh of bliss to match Y/N's as he started to suckle on the rosy bud.

Obi Wan shuffled closer to Y/N. Pressing his body up against her plush one, a thigh cradled between her soft ones, his hands palming and kneading the rolls on her back, holding her as close to him as possible.

With her hands cradling his head close to her chest he fell asleep listening to the sweet noises she made, thinking they were the best lullaby he had ever heard. Y/N wasn’t far behind him.

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when Y/N woke up, it was to Obi Wan's face smushed into her cheek, his face haloed by the weak light of the morning.

Y/N turned, slowly leaning up on her shoulder, trying not to wake him she laid kisses on his cheeks. Light little butterfly touches moving up to his eyelids,covering his forehead, kissing down his nose and ending on his lips.

Y/N decided she wanted some attention too and went about how to wake him up.

She slid quietly out of bed and padded around to his side, waiting for him to stop trying to worm his way into the space she just vacated, looking for warmth.

When he stopped wriggling she climbed in behind him and started kissing his face again. Harder this time though, enough to tickle.

When he started to stir she switched methods, nuzzling into his cheek, rubbing against his beard. From where she was Y/N could feel his eyelids start to flutter, his long lashes brushing against her.

With a small smile she ran her lips gently across his cheeks.

“Buzzing beee…” she muttered.

Obi Wan groaned at that.

“Mmmph, lovebug!” He sleepily grouched one eye open slightly.

Y/N saw the world spin and she was suddenly looking up at Obi Wan’s tired eyes, still half closed and fighting to go back to sleep.

“Good morning sunshine!” Y/N said entirely too cheerfully.

“Mmmm, no. Not morning yet. I want to go back to sleep.”

Obi Wan was already in the process of making himself comfortable on top of her. His leg slung over hers and his body warm and pliant resting above her like a breathing blanket.

He started to nuzzle and kiss into her cheek, neck and shoulder but Y/N wasn’t having it.

Pushing up against his body she attempted to flip them again, however she miscalculated how much space they had on the bed, going over the side and landing with a thwump on the cold floor.

It was a shock to their sleepy systems. The snap winter had set in fully, the temperature plummeting during the day now to freezing temperatures, leaving the surfaces of their home icy to the touch.

They both jumped, gasping at the change in temperature as they raced to get back into The cozy warmth of the bed.

When both Y/N and Obi Wan had snuggled back down into the warm blankets together, with Obi Wan back to resting on top of her Y/N broke the silence, meeting Obi Wan’s heatless glare.

“Ok, Maybe we can stay in bed a little longer.”

“MAYBE I could kick you out of my room for waking me”

Y/N called his bluff.

He was already making himself at home on top of her again. Holding her in a tight hug, only letting go to wrap her arms around him, then plopping his head right back down against her chest, rubbing up against it, listening to her heartbeat.

They lay like that for a while. Just feeling the press of each others bodies, listening to the rain and basking in each others company.

But something was plaguing Y/N’s mind and she eventually brought Obi Wan’s face up so she could look up to him, look him in the eye as he braced himself on his arms, which caged Y/N’s head in.

“Mmm, You’ve had a rough few days haven’t you darling?” Y/N said as she smoothed his hair back.

He leaned into her hand and Y/N melted.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Obi Wan looked at her, into her eyes and Y/N thought he was going to refuse her. But he took her hand, lacing the fingers together and rolled into a more comfortable position on his side, her head tucked under his chin.

“I don’t know what happened. I guess I just panicked. You weren’t here. Weren’t answering. I thought I had lost you.”

Y/N listened intently, a slight crease appearing between her brows.

“I don’t know when it started but being alone, it scares me. Has for a long time. It’s too quiet and the only thing I can hear are my own thoughts. Having you around makes that go away. I can think, function, sleep”

He smoothed the crease in her forehead out.

“At least for the most part. You do tend to distract me… a lot.”

Y/N huffed at that, but got serious again.

“Obi Wan, I was so scared. Why would you think you had lost me?”

“I can’t say. I just saw you weren’t here and all these pictures of you dead, or in another man’s arms came to mind and they wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t shut up. I guess I fell into my head so far I couldn’t climb out. When I commed you and you didn’t answer anything, I felt as though the world had dropped from beneath me. Spitting me out into a reality where I would never see you again, never get to hold you, touch you or love you. In my mind, at the time, it made sense that you had left to find something better. A life you deserve, not the one I dragged you into…”

Y/N rubbed Obi Wan’s cheek, trying to smooth out some of the many lines that had etched their way into his skin over the past few years.

“You didn’t drag me into anything. I chose to come with you. I chose to stay and keep you company, keep you safe. I didn’t like the idea of you being out here all alone and honestly, I didn’t wanna be alone either. You know that right? I have always wanted to be with you. It didn’t matter where. Not to me. Not then, not now not ever.”

Obi wan looked on the verge of tears.

“I don’t think I can be alone again, separated from you again. Not anymore.”

He said thickly, tears starting to fall.

“You make everything seem better. Our home, my life, it all seems good when your next to me. I’ve gotten addicted to that…” to you. He wanted to say. Instead Obi Wan let Y/N kiss his tears away, her own falling down her cheeks and onto his chest.

“I just want to be good enough for you. Whole enough but I can’t. Everything about you makes me feel full. When you leave I spiral. I can’t help it.”

His tone suddenly got deadly serious as he looked her dead in the eye.

“I need you to stay. Stay with me, by my side always. As my friend, lover, I’d even find a way to make you my wife, if that’s what you want. Please say you want that too, Y/N, please. I’ll give you everything I have, everything I am. Just don’t go”

“Are you asking me to marry you, Obi Wan” Y/N asked, having trouble wrapping her head around the sudden turn of events.

“If that’s what you want. But I’m trying to say that you already have absolutely nothing less than all of me, my sweet.”

Y/N was shocked. Obi wan seemed genuine in his declaration. The truth wringing out in the force.

She rested her forehead against his, their noses touching.

“I’ll stay. I’ll stay with you Obi Wan.”

His joy rang out in the force, pure, bright and powerful. And a beautiful smile washed over his face, fresh tears rolling down his face at her acceptance of him.

He wouldn’t ruin this, it would be different than before. He was alone with her on a backwater planet, in a backwater desert, living in a run down hovel.

No one would find him here. He could keep her safe in this unlikely sanctuary. In the home she had made for them far from other people who would destroy it.

High on their emotions and drunk on his love for her, Obi Wan pulled her in close, cradling her to his naked chest, encouraging her to leave her little kisses and licks.

Deciding she had adequately covered him in love she snuggled in for a nap, asking him to join her, which he all too happily did. They drifted off together, their bliss and happiness bright in the force.

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