PAIRINGS: obi wan kenobi/fem reader (pre-kenobi)
WARNINGS: sexually explicit content, explicit language, mentions of depression, anxiety, panic attacks, nightmares & PTSD. mentions of blood and violence. survivor's guilt. slight age gap. slow burn. they both just need a hug tbh.
SUMMARY: after years on the run she finally finds solace in the sands of tatooine. quiet. lonely. bearable. that is until the force binds her with someone she was never meant to find again.
The bond became habit after that.
Some nights they spoke for hours without realizing how much time had passed. Other nights they simply existed beside one another in silence while working on separate tasks, the connection between them humming quietly in the background.
Obi-Wan had begun expecting her presence.
And that was exactly the problem.
He would return from work exhausted and already feel for her subconsciously before he’d even settled near the fire. Sometimes she was there immediately, curled somewhere beneath dim light with tools scattered across her lap. Other times he waited.
Tonight she arrived agitated.
The bond snapped into place sharply enough that Obi-Wan looked up at once from where he sat stitching together a torn glove near the fire.
She appeared pacing. Not sitting. Pacing.
“What happened?” he asked immediately.
She continued pacing across the length of her hut, limping only slightly now despite the injury still healing beneath wrapped bandages.
“You have mentioned that before.”
“That sounds relatively harmless.”
She stopped walking long enough to glare directly at him through the bond.
" . . . There are not nice smiles?”
He paused momentarily before adding, "I see. Well . . . you have one. A nice one, that is."
Heat flooded instantly into her face.
Obi-Wan huffed softly through his nose, setting the glove aside beside him.
“He wants me making another run tomorrow. This time much farther passed Bestine.”
His brows pulled together tightly.
“He’s sent me alone before.”
“Through Raider territory?”
“He claims it’ll be faster.”
Obi-Wan went very still after that. The shift was subtle. But she felt it immediately through the bond. Concern. Sharp enough this time that it almost felt like anger.
“He knows the route is dangerous,” Obi-Wan said slowly.
“And yet you are still going.”
“I don’t exactly have the luxury of refusing work.”
Silence stretched briefly between them. The bond flickered warmer suddenly -- not romantic this time. Protective.
"I'll be fine," she added, as if she already knew what he was thinking. The look on his face made something in her chest tighten painfully. He didn’t believe her.
"I'm going with you," he said definitively, breaking the eye contact quickly at that.
Her pace faltered, the harsh scrape of her boot across the floor almost audible in the sudden quiet.
“You’re not,” she said, voice raising ever so slightly. “I can handle myself.”
He quirked a brow, gesturing to her knee. "That's what happened the last time you tried to handle herself. I don't want a repeat of that."
Her jaw tightened before letting out a sigh.
The word landed so cleanly it almost didn’t register at first.
“. . .Okay?” he repeated cautiously.
"Yes. Okay. You can come."
“When do you leave?” he asked.
He nodded once, already thinking ahead. "I'll meet you just outside of Carnthout, near the settlement on the outer edge."
She nodded, holding his gaze once more before disappearing into the darkness.
Dawn on Tatooine came quickly. A thin wash of gold crept over the dunes, swallowing the last of the cold night air. She was already moving before the first light fully broke.
Zee had protested. Sharp, persistent chirps as she packed her belongings and the parts she was supposed to deliver. She left him at her hut. For his own safety. That droid had a knack for sticking his bolts into other people's business, so there's no way he'd return in once piece if he tagged along on the journey.
“I’ll be back,” she’d said softly. “Stay here. Please.”
She slid onto her speeder, the engine eventually coughing to life. Sand hissed under the repulsorlift as she steadied herself, boots braced, fingers tightening around the handlebars. Behind her, the hut sat small, but she didn't look back.
The speeder surged forward.
Obi-Wan, however, was already waiting where he said he would be.
Just beyond Carnthout, like he said, where the settlement thinned into open sand and jagged rock formations. He stood with his cloak drawn tighter than usual, hood shadowing his face against the rising glare. He turned before she reached him.
“I’m not late,” she replied, adjusting the strap of her pack. “You’re early.”
The speeder barely had enough room for one person, let alone two, so getting both of them onto it took longer than they had expected.
The engine whined when she started it, the frame vibrating beneath them as it lifted just above the sand. Hands gripped onto the fabrics of her robes, just barely, and she surged forward once again.
The desert opened up around them in long, glistening stretches of gold, almost appearing alive under the harsh desert sun. Every turn of the speeder brought them closer together. Caused his hands to grip her tighter.
Her mind betrayed her, immediately recalling more than one previous encounter with Obi-Wan. The night of the sandstorm . . . when he had been dull enough to go out into the dunes despite being able to see nothing. That same night was the first time she had truly felt his touch. Flashes of the night in his cot, when--
"You're quiet," Obi-Wan remarked, barely audible over the violent gusts of wind and sand.
She blinked once, hard, forcing the present back into focus.
“I’m concentrating,” she said quickly.
“On the terrain,” she added, as if that clarified anything.
The memory tried to resurface again. She shoved it down harder this time. The sandstorm. The cot. The proximity. The heat between their bodies.
Surprisingly, the delivery went exactly as planned.
The client was exactly what she’d expected. Looked like Val, but taller, a little lanky too -- same guarded posture, same look in his eye.
He just opened the crate, checked the contents, and nodded once.
“Good,” he said simply. Credits transferred. No extra questions.
Obi-Wan's hooded figure stood a few paces back, quiet. Watching.
The client did glance at him. Just once. But he didn't ask.
When the speeder finally carried them back out into open desert, the silence between them felt heavier than it had on the way in.
“You expected complications,” Obi-Wan said after a while.
"Mhm," was all that came from her, knuckles turning white as they gripped the handles of the thrusters.
By the time Carnthout’s distant lights began to glow at the edge of the horizon, the speeder started to hesitate.
At first it was subtle -- a hitch in the hum, a stutter, and then . . .
It gave out completely, harshly, sending them both flying off the bike. Rolling over and propping herself upright, she watched the speeder tumble until it fell flat on it's side.
"Of course," she grumbled in frustration, now stalking over to the bike to give it a good kick in the side. "Piece of junk."
Obi-Wan trudged over to her, already scanning the darkening terrain out of habit.
“We’re not far from Carnthout,” he said.
"Yeah," she replied, following his gaze to the distant glimmering lights. "Let's go."
They secured it quickly--tucking it beneath a shallow rock formation, disguising it with canvas and sand.
Night settled in fully as crossed into the settlement. She moved slightly ahead, instinctively checking corners as they passed. Obi-Wan followed a half-step behind, calm as ever.
A few more turns, a few more narrowing streets, until the settlement finally revealed something more alive than the rest.
Not a small one, either. Two stories tall, carrying music, overlapping conversations, bursts of laughter, and the steady clink of glasses. She slowed slightly at the edge of the entrance, taking it in.
A quick glance passed between them. A place like this meant shelter. Noise. Rooms upstairs, if they were lucky. And enough people around that no one would look too closely at two travelers walking in off the desert.
Booths along the walls. A long central bar. A staircase in the back corner partially obscured by hanging fabric and dim lighting.
They started toward the bar.
A few patrons glanced at them, then away again just as quickly. And just as she opened her mouth to ask about a room--
“Do you have lodging upstairs?”
The bartender looked them over once, then jerked a thumb toward the back.
The bartender didn’t even look up this time. “One. Take it or leave it."
She closed her eyes for a fraction of a second.
"Sure we'll take it. Thanks," Obi-Wan interrupted, sliding a half dozen credits across the stained counter towards the bartender. He glanced once more, then reached beneath the counter and produced a single key card.
“Stairs in the back,” he said and then turned heel to help a patron down at the other end of the bar.
They moved through the crowd in silence, weaving between tables with ease.
The room upstairs was smaller than she expected.
Not much more than a bed, a narrow table, and a single chair that looked like it had been repaired more times than it had been replaced. A lamp sat unlit in the corner. The window was half-shuttered, letting in a thin slice of neon glow from the street below. And . . . one bed. Just as he said.
She dropped her pack by the table, slowly sorting through her belongings ensuring that everything was where it should be. Obi-Wan mirrored her actions on the opposite side of the room.
Dust clung to everything.
She pulled off her outer layer first, shaking sand from the fabric before hanging it over the back of the chair. Obi-Wan followed a moment later, setting his cloak aside, then loosening the layers beneath.
The room grew quieter as they moved. Eventually, there was nothing left to do. No more delaying.
She crossed the room and reached for the lamp. The light flickered once as she turned the dial down. Then went out. Darkness settled in gently.
Obi-Wan slid under the covers first, the bed creaking beneath his weight. She joined a heartbeat later.
He laid on his back, one arm resting loosely across his stomach, the other bent comfortably behind his head. She was motionless beside him, eyes trained on the ceiling though there wasn't exactly anything exciting to look at.
After a while, she let out a slow breath, still facing the ceiling.
“. . . Thanks for coming today,” she said quietly, hands toying with a loose string hanging from her tunic.
Obi-Wan exhaled softly through his nose.
“Of course,” he said quietly.
Then, a little more gently, “I was not going to let you go alone.”
The words settled heavy between them. She nodded once, still staring at the ceiling.
Obi-Wan shifted slightly beside her, one arm still resting loosely across his stomach, the other bent behind his head. After a moment, he turned his head just enough to look at her side profile.
“You were quiet on the way back,” he said at last.
“Yeah,” she replied. “Thinking.”
Her fingers picked at the loose thread again before she answered.
“About how easy it is,” she said slowly, “to get used to someone being there.”
Obi-Wan went still. Said nothing. Which scared her entirely.
So without another word, she flipped on her side, pulling her knees towards her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut, immediately regretting the vulnerability she’d let slip.
He whispered her name softly. She didn't want to turn around. Didn't want to face him.
Moments passed, and then she felt it. Calloused fingers lifted the hem of her shirt . . . up, up just enough to where it stopped beneath her shoulder blades.
His hand settled at the small of back after a moment of hesitation. At first, the touch was barely there -- fingertips resting like he wasn’t entirely sure he was allowed to stay. Then, slowly, his fingers began to move. Small, unhurried passes between her shoulder blades, light enough to feel accidental, though they didn’t stop.
He traced a slow line along her spine, then another. And another. Enough to make her shiver under his touch.
If anything, her shoulders loosened slightly beneath his hand--just enough to be noticeable if he was paying attention.
A slow, blissful breath left her lips as he began to trace circles haphazardly.
And then he stopped. She wished he hadn't. She--
Her mind went rigid as she realized he moved closer than ever, the heat from his chest was practically radiating. And then his hand, broad and steady, slid up her side, past her ribs and close enough just to graze her breast. Heat pooled between her legs. It stopped just at the crook of her neck, and in one clean motion he stretched the collar of the shirt, brushing away any lingering strands of hair in the process.
She could feel it now. The heat of his breath hitched against her shoulder, a brief, agonizing pause where the only sound was the thudding of her own pulse in her ears. Then, he leaned in.
His lips met the sensitive curve where her neck met her shoulder, soft and feather-light at first. A shuddering breath escaped her, her eyes drifting shut as the sheer contrast of his warmth against the cool air of the room sent a ripple of goosebumps down her arms. He didn't rush. Took his time with her.
The first kiss was tentative, a quiet question asked in the dark, but as she leaned back into his chest, his touch deepened, spare hand now gripping her hip to pull them impossibly closer to his.
He pressed another kiss higher up, tracing the tense line of her tendons, his mouth warm and deliberately slow. The rough friction of his beard scraped lightly against her skin.
He trailed his lips slow and deliberate up the line of her throat, leaving a path of burning heat in his wake, until his mouth brushed the soft skin just beneath her ear. He lingered there, his breath hot and uneven against her skin.
"Obi-Wan," she breathed, the name slipping out as a broken whisper.
A low, ragged sound escaped the back of his throat at the sound of his name. His lips parted against her earlobe, catching it in a soft, agonizingly slow nip that sent a fierce, electric jolt straight down to her core. His hand slid from her hip, traveling up the bare skin of her ribcage beneath her pushed-up shirt, his thumb sweeping upward to trace the aching curve of her breast.
She couldn't take it any longer. In a flash, she reached a hand blindly back into the dark. Her fingertips brushed the rough fabric of his undershirt before sliding upward, finding the solid, warm line of his jaw and anchoring into the thick hair at the back of his neck.
With a newfound sense of urgency, she used that leverage to flip herself around on the mattress, shifting her weight until she was straddling his lap. The sheets tangled wildly around her legs as she adjusted to face him, her chest instantly flushing against his as she sank down over his hips.
She didn't let him hesitate. Pulling firmly on the back of his neck, she closed the remaining space between them to finally bring him into a deep, bruising kiss.
Obi-Wan let out a low, ragged groan against her mouth, his restraint shattering completely. His broad hands shot up to her waist, his fingers digging into her hips to anchor her firmly against him as he kissed her back with a fierce, long-denied hunger.
His tongue parted her lips, tasting her fully, while she shifted over him. As she moved, she could feel the heavy, rigid length of him pressed hard beneath her, the intense friction of their bodies sending a devastating jolt of heat straight to her core.
Straddling his lap, she arched into his touch, her hands moving from his neck to grip his broad shoulders as the kiss grew deeper, more frantic. Every slide of her hips against his clothed, rigid length drew another groan from his lips.
She reluctantly pulled her mouth from his to create just enough space to breathe, her hands immediately finding the hem of her own shirt and pulling it over her head, discarding it into the dark. Her hands then sank down to the hem of his undershirt, tugging at the fabric with a desperate need to feel him.
Left completely bare before her, she looked down, absolutely loving the sight of his broad chest bathed in the faint glow of the Carnthout light.
Leaning forward, she adorned his skin with eager kisses, her tongue tracing long, wet stripes along the rigid contours of his pectoral muscles and down toward his ribs, making him shudder beneath her.
His breath hitched sharply as her tongue trailed lower, right to where a trail of hair disappeared beyond his waistband. His abdominal muscles flexed hard under her touch.
Obi-Wan’s hands gripped her waist, his thumbs pressing into the soft skin of her flanks as he guided her backward just enough to free himself from the confinement of his trousers. He reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her trousers and undergarments together, sweeping them down her legs in one fluid, urgent motion until she was completely bare before him.
He didn't wait. Gently guiding her to lay back, his hands gripped her thighs, lifting her slightly as he slid down her body. His mouth replaced his hands, his beard scraping against the inside of her thighs as he parted her.
When his tongue made first contact with her wet, aching center, she arched her back completely, a loud, undone cry breaking from her lips into the empty room.
"Kriff, Obi-Wan," she groaned, hand flying up now to grip at his hair. He tasted her deeply, his tongue executing slow, deliberate strokes.
She needed more. She tugged at his shoulders, her voice a breathless, demanding whimper. "Obi-Wan, please . . . I want to taste you."
Hearing the desperate, breathless demand in her voice, Obi-Wan let out a low, rough growl against her skin. Sliding back up her body, his chest pressed flush against hers as he brought his mouth to her lips, capturing them in a deep kiss that tasted intensely of her own slick sweetness.
Before he could fully process the shift, she was already moving, her hands firm against his broad shoulders as she used her momentum to guide him backward against the headboard.
Obi-Wan let out a low, rough groan as he fell back, his dark eyes tracking her every movement in the dim light.
Shifting her weight, she slid down the length of his body, her bare skin rubbing against his skin until she settled between his thighs.
Slowly, deliberately, she leaned forward, her hands wrapping around his rigid, pulsing length. Obi-Wan's breath hitched sharply, a sudden, ragged gasp escaping his lips as his hips gave an involuntary twitch upward at the first touch of her warm fingers.
She leaned down further, her lips parting as she finally brought him into her mouth.
A loud, completely unraveled groan broke from the back of his throat. His eyes snapped shut, his jaw tightening so hard the muscles strained against his skin. She took him in deeply, her tongue executing slow, deliberate swirls around the sensitive tip before sliding down the rigid shaft.
"So pretty," Obi-Wan choked out, his voice a ruined, gravelly whisper. His hands flew down, his fingers tangling frantically in her hair giving him access to gently thrust into her mouth. Just once.
She kept her pace unhurried, deliberately agonizing, savoring the taste and feel of her lips around him.
She gave him one final, swirling lap over the sensitive tip before pulling off him with a pop. The sudden release of tension made Obi-Wan gasp, his head thumping back against the wooden headboard as his chest heaved.
She didn't give him a moment to recover. Shifting her weight, she worked back up the length of his body, straddling his lap once again. The friction of her soaking wet center rubbing against his rigid, slicked length made them both let out a simultaneous, breathless groan
"Please," she whispered, her voice entirely undone, her hands gripping his broad shoulders for support.
In a swift motion, he tilted his pelvis ever so slightly, drove himself completely inside her in one deep, unhurried stroke. Her cheek fell to rest against his rounded shoulder, breath fanning over his throat.
Her legs instinctively moved to wrap securely around his waist, locking him in, pulling him as deep as he could possibly go. Obi-Wan let out a long, ragged groan that vibrated heavily against her chest. Slowly, he began thrusting into her, palms spread wide on her hips and ass.
Gentle lips found his neck, grazing it ever so slightly. And then sucking, hard. Enough to leave angry red marks. He groaned at the sensation.
"You're so good, darling," he whispered in her ear, nipping the lobe once more.
The praise sent an electric shock straight to her core, her internal muscles pulsing tightly around him in response. Obi-Wan’s hands tightened their grip on her ass, fingers digging deep into her skin as he reacted to the sudden, agonizing squeeze. He picked up the pace, his thrusts losing their unhurried gentleness and becoming heavier, harder.
She rode him through the haze of pleasure, her forehead pressing into the crook of his neck as she bit down on his shoulder to muffle a high, breathless moan. Every upward thrust of his hips hit her perfectly, sending waves of blinding heat radiating through her lower stomach.
"Look at me," he gasped out, his voice thick and strained. "I want to see you."
She lifted her head, her vision slightly blurred by pure bliss and locked eyes with him. His face was flushed, his jaw rigid, and his blue eyes were dark with intensity.
The rhythm of his movements began to slow. His thrusts lost their heavy, driving pattern, becoming erratic and shallow. His hips stuttered against hers.
Seeing him so beautifully undone, she leaned down and captured his mouth in a final, deep kiss.
Obi-Wan’s lips parted beneath hers, but as the kiss deepened, his movements halted completely. He froze, locked tight against her core, his mouth going slack against hers as the last of his restraint shattered into nothing.
They came undone together. Her internal muscles clamped around him in a violent release, a muffled cry stretching between their shared lips. Beneath her, Obi-Wan let out a ruined, guttural groan directly into her mouth, his body shuddering violently as he spilled himself deep inside her.
For a long time, neither of them moved. The only sound in the cramped room being their shallow, ragged breathing. Obi-Wan remained buried deep inside her, his body heavy and completely relaxed beneath her weight, his forehead resting against hers as the last of his tremors subsided.
Slowly, his length softened, slipping from her slick heat with a quiet, wet sound that made her shift slightly with a soft sigh.
"Stay," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her cheek.
He reached blindly over the edge of the bed, his long arm sweeping across the top of his discarded tunic until his fingers caught the edge of a clean, soft cloth he’d packed. Bringing it back up, he gently guided her onto her back beside him. The mattress groaned as they rearranged themselves, their skin sticking slightly from the heat of their bodies.
With immense gentleness, he used the cloth to carefully clean her thighs and her center. When he finished, he tossed the cloth onto the nearby chair and pulled the heavy blanket up over both of their bare shoulders.
He settled on his back, and pulled her flush against his chest. His large hand slid around her waist, then finding her hand which lay palmed out against his abdomen.
As she closed her eyes, sinking into the solid weight of his chest she let out one last long breath, letting the steady, comforting rhythm of his heartbeat pull her under into a deep, dreamless sleep.
