Welcome to the Jedi-temple

"Do you want a tea?"

Obi-Wan was horribly nonchalant about the whole situation considering why you were here. His small apartment - a relict from times when he took Anakin under his wing at such a young age and Obi-Wan needed a place for both of them, but it still being his place now, even though he always said he would replace it with a smaller room one day - was tidied up neatly, not a speck of dust in sight, every little belonging, from which he didn't have much, was at its place. Sometimes you wondered how Obi-Wan managed to keep everything so clean. Maybe barely using this space during war, since he had to travel often, was part of it.

Obi-Wan waited for a nod of you, even though he knew you'd want a tea. You always do when visiting him. Without asking, he prepares your favorite and places it on the other end of the counter of his small kitchen.

You sat down, a bit restless. Of course, he noticed immediately.

"What is it?" The genuine concern in his voice, the slight frown of his brows, made you almost feel bad. But you reminded yourself: your motives weren't entirely selfish. This was about him as well.

"We need to talk", you simply stated, taking a sip of the tea like its liquor and immediately burning the roof of your mouth.

Amused, Obi-Wan watched you. "Its hot", he sarcastically warned, way too late. Then, your words seemed to sink in and he dropped the sassy attitude. "What is it, dear?"

You sighed at the endearment. Exactly that. "We know each other for a long time now, Obi-Wan", you started.

He smiled warmly. "Indeed."

It must be ages. It wasn't, but it felt like it. You were a bit older than Anakin, who grew into a dear friend, but with Obi-Wan, it always had been something different. You grew up with him, laughed with him, argued with him, and somewhere in between all that trust built up...more than just that.

"I feel..." you hesitated, but you vowed to yourself you would stay honest. So you sighed and continued. "I feel like we have been walking on tip toes around each other lately. Not at all like the old times."

Obi-Wan hesitated as well. You knew instantly there was something he wasn't telling you. The way he avoided eye contact for just a moment.

"Well", he began. "Maybe there is."

You raised an eyebrow. Obi-Wan sighed.

"We... are adults now, Y/N. We have been for a while. And I think our dynamic changed at least a bit."

"Through...responsibility and stuff?", you tried. When Obi-Wan again hesitated, you pursed your lips and decide to get to the bottom of it, since its getting so uncomfortable. "Or through staring at my tits the ONE time I dont walk around in my Jedi tunic?"

Obi-Wans look snapped at you and he frowned deeply. You know you've thrown him off through your choice of words. You just grinned. Obi-Wan shook his head.

"Thats not what happened", he made clear. "It was just...unusual seeing you in a dress."

It had been for an undercover mission, and it was absolutely what happened. You rolled your eyes, leaning closer to him over the counter. "Look. Its not just that. We flirt everytime we argue. The last time I went swimming with you you stayed as far away from me as possible. And on our last mission together you insisted on sleeping on the floor while there was a perfectly fine big bed for two in the room." You leaned back and sipped your tea. "And Anakin tells us to get a room more often than not."

Not it was Obi-Wan who rolled his eyes, but with a smirk. The somewhat serious composure was tucked away and he walked around the counter. You were glad he wasn't offended.

"Well, as I said" he said as he turned mid-step and leaned next to you against the counter, "I think our dynamic changed."

"Did it?", you said, sarcasm heavy on you tongue.

Obi-Wan didn't answer the obvious hypothetical question, instead, he looked you up and down.

"So what are we gonna do about it?"

You smirked. You knew exactly what to do about it.

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Half an hour later, you both laid on the bed, Obi-Wan only in trousers, while you were still wearing everything except the heavier parts of the tunic, torso covered in a thin layer of fabric, even your socks and trousers were still on. You grew more and more frustrated about the man you've been calling your friend for long enough. You had been entangled in a game of verbal chess, one flirtation chasing the other, back and forth, but with Obi-Wan always letting you get a step back, always in the defense. You're still puzzled how you got him to take his shirt off. By the force, you haven't even kissed yet. Sighing in frustration, you let the back of your hand roam over his chest, barely just, but he shivers and catches your hand in the air.

"I am beginning to wonder if you're just playing with me", you sighed a bit frustrated.

"I would never", Obi-Wan said with honesty. His eyes searched yours, but you're pouting.

"Well, then what are we doing? Are we committing to this or are we just playing around?"

Its the first time in thirty minutes you adress the elephant in the room and Obi-Wan respects that. He gently kisses the back of your hand before placing it on the mattress, searching for words.

"...The Code", he began, but you sighed.

"We're way past that", you groaned. "We're not celibate. And whatever feelings we developed here we should discuss, but not...not like this. Not when I don't know what you want."

You're more than done, and Obi-Wan knew that. He took a deep breath and looked you in the eyes.

"I want you", he said. And a wave of honesty flooded through the force to you. It was overwhelming for a moment, but also strangely satisfying. Finally, an answer.

"But I am right here", you said. You had been for a while. And many times before.

"I know." Obi-Wan shook his head, blushing a bit. "It's....Y/N...." He sighed and looked at you. "I think I am just scared."

"Of what?"

"Anything. Everything. Hurting you. Giving up control. The whole....", he made a vague hand gesture, "spiel."

You almost laughed. It materialized as a chuckle. "Scared." You grinned. "The great Obi-Wan Kenobi."

"Oh, shut it."

You laughed and rolled against him, skin on skin for a moment, warm and familiar. You're nearer now, hand tracing over his jawline, the sharp little hairs of his beard. "Should I lead you?", you asked, mesmerized with his beautiful eyes. "Would that be easier? Because I can't do the debate club thing any longer."

He contemplated. "Yes. But...don't do all the work."

You chuckled, taking his hand.

You led it to your clothed stomach, where he gently traced over it, making you hum lowly. Upwards, he was brave enough to cup one of your breasts. He seemed fascinated by it, kneading it gently, enjoying the little sounds that you made.

"Wanna get rid of my shirt?", you asked, maybe a bit to eager.

He chuckled, hand going upwards to take your chin. "Maybe ask me for a kiss first."

You would have laughed, if it wasn't for the fact that you forgot about that fully. Your hand cupped his face again, and you looked each other in the eye for an intense moment, before you both leaned in into a soft, tingling kiss. Your body reacted to it, arching your back a bit, softly sighing at the long awaited sensation.

Obi-Wan gave into it as well, now following his body, pressing himself onto you. You could feel his bulge against you, making you even more eager. When he realized, he backed up a bit.

"Sorry", he said, red in the face.

"No." You played with his hair, tucking his loose strand behind his ear. "No, I want more."

He seemed surprised for a moment, but seeing your need, he smiled and let his hand roam over your upper body again. You sighed softly when it slipped under your top, warm, rough skin against yours, and his fingers find your nipple, gently squeezing it. Fascinated, he lifted your top over your head, taking in the sight of your body, exploring it, agonizingly slow. At one point, without warning, he leaned forward and sucked gently on your nipple.

You gasped and moaned. Spurred on, he licked your breasts, even gently biting them, and placed kisses on your neck as well as your stomach. When he backs up, his hand was in the rim of your trousers, and he looked at you, a silent question.

So you got out of your trousers, only being in underwear in a quick second. He clicked his tongue. "Didn't I say let me do the work?"

"Sorry. Just want to get to the good part."

"That wasn't good?"

"No! It was! I just..." Now you got red and Obi-Wan laughed. He kissed the blush away, all the way back to your ears.

"You're just really eager", he whispered.

You felt caught and pout again. "Shut up. You are too."

"Mh, yes. But I've always been more patient than you."

You gasped because without you looking, he had slipped his hand between your legs, pressing against the fabric and drawing small circles. Moans escaped your throat as you press against him, wanting more, but he knew he had the upper hand now. "Don't seem so nervous now", you accused him with a shaky voice.

"I'm figuring it out as I go." He let his fingers run over your heat and you spasm slightly as he presses down at your clit. You could almost see him taking a mental note of that reaction. "I'm just glad to have such a beautiful test subject."

"Test subject?", you said offended, but he defended himself by pressing on your clit again, making you accidently whimper, which he seemed quite amused by.

"Of course you're way more than that", he warmly added, but than won't make him get out the affair. Sadly, you're not particularly eager to defend yourself when the man you've loved for a while now had his hand on your pussy, figuring out how to touch you to drive you the most crazy. He gently pressed against your most vulnerable point again and again, with his palm, his knuckles, the tip of his finger. Finally, he pulled down your pants, humming at the sight. With two fingers, he squeezed your folds, rubbing between them, almost like an experiment.

Between moans, you said: "I feel more and more like your science puppet."

"You seem to enjoy it", he said almost dryly, in a tone he knew would make you mad. And to counter that, he leaned forward and experimentally took your clit into his mouth, sucking gently.

His name fell from you lips as you buck your hips, and your hands shot in his hair, holding him. "Fuck" you cursed, especially when his tongue flicked over your folds, eyes on you, watching your reaction. You hold him down as he tests every method he can think of, you're feeling wet and ready for more, but you're just not getting there because Obi-Wan is nowhere near ready figuring you out. When you pulled his hair, often involuntarily because curling your toes is not enough anymore, he sometimes quietly moans, seeming to like it. It woke the wish in you to hear more of these sounds.

At one point, your breath got hitched and you thought you would come, but Obi-Wan noticed, and pulled away. Wiping his face with the back of his hand and looking terribly hot and cocky, he looked up to you.

"So whats next?", he asked as if he was learning to golf. Which made you finally have enough.

"Oh, I'll tell you", you said pissed off, sitting up on your knees, now on his level. He looked at you puzzled as you push him back. "I've had it."

"Mh?"

"Sit. Against the headboard."

He obeyed surprisingly fast, seeming concerned. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Obi-Wan, I'm gonna punch you, I swear. You're being terribly cocky and unable to give up control. Which is not what this is about." You settle between his legs. "I said I would lead you, so I will. Take your pants off."

Hes still surprised and just does it, but you notice the light blush on his cheeks, an indicator that you're right. "Sorry", he murmured. "I thought you liked it."

"I DID!", you said angrily. "I just don't like that you made it into one of your games, and that you think you are winning."

He chuckled. "So that is what you anger is about?" His hands roamed your naked torso, admiring the soft skin. "Me winning?"

"No. Yes. Maybe." You enjoy the touch, but you want a bit revenge as well. So you took his hands off of you, leaning in for a peck on his lips. He chased your lips as you pulled back, but you don't give in, taking his hands off your body and putting them on the mattress. "They stay here."

Obi-Wan seemed not pleased about that, but you didn't care. You leaned in close with a grin. "Let's see how patient you really are."

Your hand pressed against the hardness on his underwear, and he gasps softly, needing to remind himself that he isn't allowed to touch you. You enjoy the moment, feeling his length through the fabric, the heat coming from it, eager to soon let him take the control back and fuck your brains out, but for now, you have him. You settled back a bit, pulling back his underwear, his cock springing free. You admired it by giving it a long, slow pump. Obi-Wan moaned softly and let his hands fall back against the headboard. "Stars..."

While you stroked him, taking in every sound he makes, his hands twitched here and there in your direction, but everytime he controlled himself, laying them back down with a frustrated little sound. You smiled and massaged his tip with your thumb, which made him mumble a bunch of barely comprehendable things, including your name. It made your body tingle and you're almost sad he isn't touching you. But you shifted your attention by leaning down, watching him. "Good boy", you said before taking his tip into his mouth, sucking eagerly.

His mouth fell open, offended by the nickname, clearly wanting to say something, but all that came out was a long, deep whine, and a curse lingering on his tongue. "Stars Y/N....Fuck, I...." You know his hand twitched in your direction again, wanting to touch you bad, and when he remembered hes not allowed, he slams it frustrated onto the mattress. "I want you", it spilled out of him.

You come off with a pop. "I'm here", you just stated, as dry as he was earlier, and immediately took him in deep, your tongue swirling around him.

"You know what I mean", he pressed out between two moans, loosing himself for a moment with his eyes pressed shut and head fallen back, incoherent moans coming out of his mouth. "Please, I'm almost..."

You stopped, looking at him, still holding him but not doing anything anymore. "Don't come yet" you say sweetly, giving him a single provocative lick which made him twitch, not breaking eye contact. "We haven't come to the fun part yet."

He looked at you in disbelief. "You can be quite the little..."

"Bitch?" You sat up, holding onto his knee, with a smirk on your face.

Amused, he shook his head. "You said that."

"So?" You said, fixing your hair, trying to look almost bored. "Whats next?" Of course its sarcasm.

He shook his head again, adapting your fake-innocent tone. "Mh, let me think." With one motion, he's pushed you back on your back, one arm holding you close to him. "Won't be hard to figure out since you're dripping for me."

You scoffed, playing offended. "Not so shy now, Mr. I'm-scared-to-hurt-you."

"I still am." The sudden truthfulness threw you off for a moment. He gently pushes the hair out of your face. "Tell me what I can't do."

For a moment, love floods you again. For him, for the way how despite his big mouth, he still allowed himself to be vulnerable - especially for you. Always for you. You smile, this time genuine, and kiss him for a moment. Its sweet, soft, yet passionate. "To be clear?", you then whispered. "I can take a lot. And I like it rough." You smiled. "Takes a lot to break me, so don't be shy."

"Mh." He curled his lips at the statement. "I have no intend to break you. Well." His hand trailed down your stomach. "Maybe make you forget some words."

You rolled your eyes. At least until he pressed circles onto your clit again, which made you moan. He took it in, pulling you closer, and finally lining up with you. A soft sigh escaped him as he pushed in, easily.

You moaned at the feeling of being filled up by him, finally, and when he sets a soft pace, you almost want to rush him for more. But you wanted him to have this, every slow push in, admiring the slightly parted lips and the way he figures out what pace to set. He finally adjusted the angle, now watching you closely as he gave you a single harder thrust with his hips. Involuntarily, you cried out, immediately covering you mouth in surprise. He just smirked. "No, let me hear it."

He pushed his hand under you and grabs the back of your neck. Normally you hate when somebody does that, but in this situation, it feels oddly safe, and it let him slam into you even more precise. You now let the cries out freely and when hes sure he has the angle he wants, he started an almost brutal pace, making you forget every criticism you had for him earlier. It made him lose control as well. The sounds of your moans filled the room, your whines and whimpers pared with the panting of his breathing.

When you both came, clinging to each other, it's almost natural that you do it together. He held you so close as his climax fades, face buried in the crook of your neck. "Stars", he commented, collapsing in top of you. "Tell me if I'm too heavy."

"You're perfect", you whispered. He melted in your arms even more as you traced patterns on his back. You layed there for quite a while. Until he groaned, rolled onto his back and opened his arms for you.

You crawled into them with a giggle, nuzzling impossibly close. It felt safe, so safe, and again you wondered why you haven't done this way earlier. He started to trace patterns on your soft skin as well.

"Regarding the Code", he said after a while.

"Hm?"

He sighed. "We might have a problem."