Bits and pieces
A small snippet from an old work To long for, to get, to take and to give.
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The whole thing felt like a dream.
Obi-Wan came back to him to intertwine his fingers with his. He looked into his eyes, seemed to be searching for something. Anakin felt his mind brush gently against his, and he let his own brush against Obi-Wan's, enjoying the familiar intimate feeling of their Force signature meeting, though he longed to open fully and let them merge, perhaps later.
Behind them Quin was surprisingly quiet, watching them with dark intense eyes.
Obi-Wan leaned forward, and Anakin did not hesitate, at last their lips met in a fervent kiss. It was exactly as Anakin had dreamed, intense, gentle, demanding, and exhilarating.
He lifted one hand to tangled his fingers in Obi-Wan's hair, pulling him even closer. Marveling, he felt how Obi-Wan willingly let himself be guided, allowing their mouths to slide effortlessly against each other. The light scratching of his beard, sent a shiver of arousal through him. Tentatively, he opened his mouth slightly, and Obi-Wan immediately took advantage of the invitation to make the kiss even deeper. One of his hands now rested on Anakin's hip, and with it he pulled Anakin close to him.
When they finally had to release each other's lips to breath, Anakin laughed quietly and leaned his forehead against Obi-Wan's. "What's so funny dear one?" Obi-Wan asked, his mouth still only inches from his. "Nothing special Master, just that this feels like a dream." He gasped excited, as Obi-Wan's raised his hand, letting his fingers run down his neck and chest, to begin loosening his clothes with quick sure movements. Kissing him lightly Obi-Wan whispered "I assure you darling, this is not a dream."
