#sith!obi

your signature suddenly spikes when the troops move to surround you, a safety measure to protect their dark lord when he raises a single hand.

"leave us."

"sir, yes sir."

and as quickly as they had appeared they were gone. leaving you with a stranger.

he approaches, his steps assured but not deafening, confident but not intimidating as if the thought that too much force might scare you away. and it might have.

but the stranger is hypnotizing, oh so hypnotizing.

you're not from here. the most you've heard of the jedi and sith are from stories, and despite now being under the supremist rules of the victors, they mostly keep to themselves.

"are you lost, delicate flower?"

he questions smoothly, a little closer than what's normally allotted with a stranger, yet again not enough to be overbearing. as if he were aware of the power he held. as if he knew how to properly wield it.

you can't help but answer, admitting a soft response in affirmation as his hand raises to near your face as if to touch and stroke your cheek. it hasn't yet. you almost let yourself lean into it.

to help him.

he smiles at you, before shaking his head gently at the ground with closed eyes. the smile manifests itself into a lovely smirk soon enough, and it's almost overwhelming how attractive you find it.

"master."

you both turn towards the voice of another good-looking young man approaching the handsome master from behind.

"vader."

your stranger responds, yet his eyes remain glued. to you.

"i've finished checking the perimeter. nothing."

and the man with the hypnotizing yellow eyes faces forward assuredly, as if what his apprentice had said made his next decision. it had.

"let us head back to the temple then. the chancellor is surely waiting."

he's walking, and the apprentice, he's walking too sparing a quick glance as he passes you with a raised eyebrow but otherwise saying nothing. he stops though, when you both realize the one ahead had stopped walking.

the master glances evenly over his shoulder to catch your eye directly.

"come along, my petal."

Wistra was a dingy little moon on the edge of the Outer Rim, known for taking up space and hosting any number of the most dangerous criminals in the galaxy. Most people gathered at the Iron Hive, a dark cantina that played its music too loud and kept its lights too low, hiding anyone that didn’t want to be found. 

When you entered the building you were met by a female Rodian who blew a puff of carababba tabac smoke in your direction, forcing you to wrinkle your nose at the distinctive smell. 

“You seem busy tonight Janneesh,” you coughed at her, watching her take a slow drag of her cigarra. 

“Bunch of the Sith are in tonight,” she drawled, sauntering over to the bar counter with you. “You know how it gets when they’re here.” She paused for a brief moment before poking your side with her elbow. “I did see Maul stalking around, it seems like he hasn’t found a partner for the evening yet.” 

You chuckled at her, rolling your shoulders as you relaxed against a stool. The purple Twi’lek behind the bar casually made her way to you, nodding when you requested your usual drink. When she placed it on the counter you took a long sip before handing her your credits, enough for a second. 

“So you’ve had quite the day,” Janneesh joked, puffing out another low cloud of smoke. 

“My biggest bounty got away,” you grumbled, the disappointment weighing heavy on your shoulders. “Still have two to collect on but I wanted that third.” 

Janneesh gently patted your shoulder before rolling her eyes at her boss barking at her to get back to work. “Smoke break is over babe, but if you need me I can always take another.” 

You waved her goodbye before finishing your first drink, picking up the second and making your way to the lounge area in the back. Janneesh wasn’t kidding when she said the Sith were in tonight, identifying several of the crime lords before settling against a high backed purple chair. You sipped at the drink in your hand, absorbed in the throbbing base line that seemed to lay a blanket of sensuality across the whole cantina. 

You were swirling the ice in your glass as you looked out at all the people, unsure of what you were looking for until your eyes landed on the bare, chiseled chest of a man you weren’t certain you had seen before. You weren’t surprised to see him flanked by two pink skinned Zeltrons, one running her hands down his chest while the other held his chin and kissed along his neck, his dark hair making the man’s own auburn locks glow in the low light. Public affairs weren’t uncommon within the walls of the Iron Hive, and many seemed to prefer it that way.

No, what surprised you was how utterly bored he looked, until his eyes locked on yours. 

You were thinking of approaching him when you watched his tongue dart out to quickly lick the corner of his lip, drawn in by the way his golden eyes sparkled even in the dark. You were about to stand when a shadow fell across your gaze, looming over you and pulling your attention away.  

You were also not surprised to find that your interrupter was Maul, his eyes piercing as he began to crowd into your personal space. 

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing in place like this?” he rumbled at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You rolled your eyes at him, finishing the rest of your drink. 

“That line only works once, and you’ve already exhausted it,” you snarled, pulling away from him. 

Disappointment washed over you when you looked back at the couch to see that the man had disappeared, leaving the Zeltrons behind. 

You looked back to Maul to find him glowering behind you and turned to move to a new area of the club before you caught sight of the mysterious man, mischief written across his face as he straightened his tunic over his chest while walking towards you. 

“Maul!,” he proclaimed cheerfully, setting a heavy hand on the Dathomirian’s shoulder. “You should introduce me to your friend.” 

“We’re not friends,” you challenged, taking a step away from the pair. 

“Well in that case allow me to introduce myself,” he smiled, bowing his head towards you. “I’m Lord Kenobi, and to be honest, I’m not Maul’s friend either.” 

You couldn’t help but smirk at that, taking in the way Maul dragged his hand down his face. 

“I was here first Kenobi,” he fumed, stepping back towards you. 

“Ah,” Lord Kenobi countered, taking your hand and pulling you to his side. “I do believe they said your lines have been exhausted, and we wouldn’t want to force them into anything they don’t want, correct?” 

Maul growled at him before nodding in assent. “Of course not,” he muttered, turning to step away. 

“I did leave a pair of lovely Zeltrons on the couch if you desire,” Lord Kenobi offered, tilting his head towards where he had been previously occupied. “I promised quite the evening so… do be a dear and try not to disappoint them.” 

“You’re insufferable Kenobi,” Maul muttered, rolling his eyes before stalking off to find the company he had shed to come to your side. 

“I do believe I missed your name,” Lord Kenobi stated, taking a seat in your chair. He had spread his legs wide over the corners as he lounged against the armrest, beckoning you forward with a pat on his leg. 

You approached him slowly and stood between his legs, giving him your name quietly. 

“Ah, the bounty hunter,” he mused, looking up at you with a dark smile. “Why don’t you have a seat so we can chat.” 

There was really no question being asked as he patted his thigh for emphasis and when you sat against him, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you to his chest. 

“Do you actually want to talk?” you questioned, running a finger across an exposed section of his clavicle.  

“Not particularly,” he shrugged, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger to bring you in for a searing kiss. 

You moaned into him as he licked into your mouth, holding you so tightly you were certain a few small bruises were going to form. When he pulled away he trailed a finger down your jaw.

“You feel happier now than when you first sat down,” he mumbled, kissing underneath your ear. 

“I was disappointed,” you sighed, tracing small circles over his skin. “My best paying bounty got away.” 

“I’m certain you have many talents,” Lord Kenobi offered, nipping at your earlobe. 

“I am good at a number of things,” you returned, shifting against his thigh. 

“Is that so...” he paused, cradling your head to look into your eyes. “Would you like to show me how good you can be?” 

“Please my lord, it would be my pleasure.” 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

When you reached the cab station Lord Kenobi tossed a few credits to the Kubaz in charge of dispatch, telling him to keep the change before pulling you towards the approaching hovercab. 

He stepped in first, sliding across the seat before you climbed in after him, sitting close for the quick journey to the shipyard. You found yourself leaning heavily into him, hands fisted tightly into his cloak, humming when his fingers danced across your thigh. You spent the ride discussing your limits, listing a few of the things you each enjoyed partaking in. 

Once you arrived you took his hand as he exited the craft, guiding him across the yard to your modified YT-2400, giving him a quick squeeze while you lowered the boarding ramp. He looked at your ship curiously, noticing the way you nervously rolled your lip between your teeth. 

“She’s changed ownership a couple of times, some less legal than others. But she’s all mine now,” you said proudly, walking towards the ship's door. 

He lazily followed after you, smirking when he saw you impatiently waiting with your hand on your hip. Once inside you closed the door behind him, tugging him through the ship towards your quarters. 

You noticed how his eyes hardened while he glanced around your room, finally settling back on you as he entered his own headspace. His grin was feral as he ran his tongue over his teeth, taking off his cloak and dropping it on top of what looked to be your dresser. When he unfastened his lightsaber he set it down on his cloak before leaning against the fixture, beckoning you over with a crook of his finger. 

“You’re not much of a talker,” you observed, lifting your hands to touch his chest again before he caught them and returned them to your sides. 

“More of a man of action,” he stated coolly, rolling his head to the side. “Now remind me darling, why have you brought me here?” 

“I wanted to show you a few of the things I’m good at,” you smirked at him, quickly licking your lips. 

“And?” he questioned. 

You stammered for a moment, walking backwards as he stalked towards you, crowding you against the far wall. 

“Don’t be shy now pet,” Lord Kenobi murmured, caging you between his arms. "What is it you desire?" 

You swallowed heavily before meeting his golden eyes, watching his pupils dilate as you leaned into him. 

“I want you to give me what I deserve,” you whispered, the words heavy on your tongue. “I want to take it all - want to be… want to be good for you.” 

You could feel yourself entering your own headspace and you tried to look away from him but he caught your chin, holding you in place. 

“And what will you say if something hurts, or if you want me to stop?” 

“Moonglow,” you whispered, watching him nod his head before crashing his lips to yours once more. 

He had you pinned against the wall, bringing his hand up to sit at the column of your throat as you opened for him, giving him full access to your mouth. There was something different about this kiss from the last and the way his tongue felt gliding against yours - a tingle that started at the tip of your tongue and traveled all the way to your toes.

Before you could identify the feeling a gentle crackling sound filled your senses from the inside out making you shudder against him. You could taste the electricity on your tongue, moaning into his mouth as you felt static dance across your neck where his hand was languidly resting. 

When he pulled away you whined, leaning closer to feel his mouth on yours. You stopped when you felt his thumb press against your lower lip. 

"Now, now darling. If you want more, I expect you to ask nicely." 

"Please kiss me again?" you asked sweetly, gently batting your eyes while he ran his thumb underneath your lip. 

"Getting warmer," Lord Kenobi grumbled, inching closer - "try again." 

"Please," you trembled, the heat of his breath fanning across your cheek. 

He hummed before tapping your lips, slowly dragging his fingers down your chin to rest against the pulse below your jaw once more. 

"You're holding back, pet. If you want to get what you deserve, you need to give me everything you have. There’s no sense in hiding." 

The way he growled against your cheek left you clenching, a low groan caught behind your teeth. You shivered, remembering the rumors you had heard when you were young - something about the Sith reading minds. The thought had been a mere flicker in your mind, snuffed out and never spoken into existence on the cab ride over. Few ever indulged that particular thing.

"Please," you breathed, splaying your hands against the wall; "please, daddy." 

He took in a sharp breath before slowly looking you up and down, his eyes dark with hunger. 

"Very good little one," he smirked, flexing his hand around your throat while you gave into him, letting him take your lip between his teeth. 

You moaned as you dug your fingertips into the cool wall of the ship, aching to wrap your arms behind his neck. When he slid his tongue back against yours that tingling feeling returned, the taste of warm copper filling your mouth as each of your hairs started to stand on its end. 

The static shock surprised you as the feeling of electricity bit into your skin, making you shiver against him. 

“You like that?” he taunted as he pulled away, squeezing your throat harder when you nodded your head. 

“Use your words pet,” he spat, relaxing his grip around you. 

“Yes daddy!” you mewled, wriggling under his grip. 

“Someone’s an impatient little slut aren’t they?” he challenged, holding your eyes with his. 

“I am, I want to taste you so bad,” you begged, knees threatening to buckle before him. 

He barked out a quick laugh before sliding two of his fingers into your mouth, holding them still between your teeth. 

“Since you’re so desperate for me darling, show me you deserve it,” Lord Kenobi sneered, lips turned up in a feral curl when he felt you glide your tongue along the underside of his fingers. 

When you reached the tips of his pointer and index you moaned low in your chest, taking his fingers back into your mouth and swirling your tongue around them. You bobbed your head when you got to his hand, swallowing hard while you looked at him with pleading eyes. 

You sucked against the pads of his fingers hard when you pulled away from him, quickly returning to kiss his fingernails and lick along the side of his pointer when you felt him grab the back of your neck, giving it a small squeeze to turn you back to him. 

You wordlessly sunk to your knees, eagerly watching him undo his kama and remove his belt. When he untucked his cock you reached for him, only to receive a scathing glare. 

“Did I say you could touch?” he growled low, slowly stroking himself in front of you. 

“No daddy,” you said quietly, folding your hands behind your back as you straightened in front of him. 

“That’s right,” he cooed, brushing a hand along your jaw before resting his thumb on your lower lip. You opened for him as he bent over, spitting onto your tongue. When he returned to his full height he let his cock rest on your lips before sliding into your mouth, groaning deeply as you flicked your silken tongue against him. 

Once you were sure he had settled you swallowed around him before you began to move, gliding your tongue along each ridge you found. When you reached his head you teased along the tip, leaving feather light licks before sucking him into your mouth once more. 

You heard him rumbling above you, pulling away for a moment to throw him a wink before spitting on his cock and taking him to the back of your throat before he had a moment to recover. 

“You dirty little thing,” he growled, holding the back of your neck tightly as he began to thrust into your mouth at a punishing pace. 

You could feel the saliva dripping into your cleavage and tears threatening to fall as your throat was rubbed raw, gasping for breath when he gave you a moment's reprieve before bringing his cock back to your lips. 

He watched you shift for a moment, searching out that friction as you licked your lips - obediently parting them and sticking out your tongue to take him in once more. You moaned around him as he watched you take his cock, bringing his hand to the front of your throat to feel the way he filled you. 

You shifted again, chasing, and he stilled. “Do you need to be touched darling? Need to come?” 

The condescending edge to his tone sent a shiver down your spine, your answer garbled around his cock. He smirked as he thrust hard against you again, moaning as your whines vibrated around him. 

“I’m going to-” he started, hips faltering as you eagerly nodded around him. He spilled down your throat and you swallowed dutifully, sticking your tongue out to show him that you took all he offered. 

He pulled away and crouched in front of you, taking in the path your tears had made and the way your lips had swollen; the drop of cum hanging from the corner of your lip. He swiped it away with his thumb, bringing it to his own mouth while he watched the way you tensed your thighs, need apparent in the subtle whine you made while you watched him. 

“Since you need to come so badly I’ll help you,” he offered, straightening for a moment to tuck himself into his pants. He moved to take a pillow from your bed, tossing it on the floor in front of you. 

“You have five standard minutes by the count of my chrono to make yourself come, no hands allowed.” 

You stared at him for a moment before looking at the pillow in front of you. “I don’t think I can-” you said desperately, aching to feel his hands on you. 

“You will darling, but you better get started. Time is ticking.” He tapped the chrono on his wrist as he leaned against your bed, watching your every move. 

You grabbed the pillow and folded it over, quickly straddling it as you looked over at Lord Kenobi, finding him idly playing with the hem of his tunic. 

You craved the feeling of his eyes burning into your skin and so you resolved to put on the best show you could, slowly rocking your hips with your hands planted firmly on your thighs. With a slight adjustment of your hip you began to catch the friction you had been reaching for earlier, your pants rubbing against your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

Your fingers were digging into your flesh, determined to follow Lord Kenobi’s instructions, the rush from hearing him say you were good still fresh in your mind. You threw your head back with a moan, rubbing faster as you chased the release you craved. 

You moaned loudly with a particularly firm roll of your hips, lifting your head back towards where he stood, watching you patiently as he checked the chrono on his wrist. “Two and a half minutes,” he observed with the same excitement one might have to comment on the weather. 

“Daddy please,” you begged, rolling your hips faster, the friction inconsistent and unsatisfying. 

He stalked towards you and crouched so you could easily meet his eyes. “You have two minutes,” he said coldly before standing back up and removing his tunic, dropping it with the rest of his things before he returned to watch you with slightly more interest than he had before. 

You groaned with frustration, readjusting your legs until you found a spot that gave you the friction you needed. You closed your eyes and let your imagination run wild, thinking about how his tongue would feel between your folds; how his cock would fill you and the way his fingertips would leave a map across your body. If he truly could read minds, you hoped he could see into yours. 

You were climbing higher now, reverie interrupted by his voice calling out thirty seconds. You ground against the pillow, breath hitching - close; almost there. 

“Open your eyes and look at me when you come,” he commanded, and your eyes snapped to his as he started to count back from ten. 

You fell apart as he reached one, soaking through your pants and onto your pillow. You panted hard as you waited for his next move, licking your lips in anticipation. 

He returned to his place in front of you, mercifully offering a hand off the floor before he pulled you tight against him, teeth nipping at your neck. He gathered your tunic in his hands and lifted it over your head when he pulled away, tossing it to the side before working your pants down, yanking your boots off with them. 

You went to pull at the tie on his pants, caught off guard when he shook his head no. Instead he guided you to the bed, climbing between your legs and kissing down your sternum. 

“You were so good for me,” he lauded, rolling a nipple between his fingers. Your back arched at his touch and his praise, a heady moan filling what little space remained between you. He lazily worked his way down your body, savoring the way you sighed and moaned each time he marked your skin. 

When he approached your center he placed your legs over his shoulders, teasing around your entrance with the tip of his finger as he bit against the soft muscle of your thigh. 

“Daddy,” you moaned, hoping maybe this time he would be charitable; “daddy please.” 

“What do you need darling,” he questioned softly, turning his attention towards your other thigh. 

“Need to- need to feel you in me,” you begged, gripping at your sheets to stop yourself from tangling your fingers in his auburn hair. 

He laughed at that, bringing his thumbs towards your center to part your folds, licking his lips as he watched you clench with want. 

“We’ll get there,” he smiled, spitting on your clit before suckling it into his mouth. 

You sobbed at the contact, back arching as you cried out for him. With every lick against your aching pussy you trembled, fighting the urge to touch him as he lapped against you. He held you firmly to his mouth, groaning as he tasted you. When his tongue found your entrance your head rolled to the side, your breathing unsteady as you groaned. 

“Maker above,” you pleaded, lifting your hips to get closer to him, chasing another release before his hand pushed you down, a sinister smile playing on his lips. 

“There is no such being that can help you now,” he growled. A familiar taste of copper filled your mouth while he brought his finger to your clit, sending a gentle pulse of electricity through you. Your body quaked with pleasure, hips rolling upwards, mouth open in a silent scream. 

When you relaxed back against the bed you lifted your head to meet his eyes, hunger growing in them as he scrambled back up your body, lightning dancing on his fingertips as he swallowed your moans. He sent small shocks across you, teasing each pleasure point he had previously found with his lips.  

“I’m going to ruin you,” he rumbled, sending another shock to the side of your breast making you shiver. Every atom of your being felt like it was alive for him - vibrating on the edge of being torn apart in his hands. 

“Please,” you mewled below him as he sunk his teeth into your neck, rolling your body up against his. 

He kissed along your neck until he reached your breast, taking your nipple between his teeth while white sparks arced across the other. Each time his lightning brushed your skin you quaked with pleasure, bringing your release to new heights. You could feel his hardness rubbing against you, lifting your hips to get closer - the urge to be overwhelmed by him taking full control. 

“Now, now,” Lord Kenobi asserted, tracing his fingers down your torso to push firmly against your hip. “I need to make sure you’re ready for me.” 

“I am ready!” you cried, widening your legs as you felt him tease at your entrance. 

“Is that so?” he quipped, thrusting two fingers into your dripping pussy, smiling broadly as your face contorted with pleasure. 

“I’ll be the judge of that, darling.” 

He pressed his fingers deeply into you, letting you feel every ridge of his knuckles before slowly pulling out to slam back in again. 

“Fuck,” you yelled, throwing one arm over your eyes as tears started to form in the corners. 

He paused for a moment to pull your arm away. “Such naughty language,” he observed, working in a third finger as you bucked in his hands. 

He waited until you stilled to slowly move his fingers, searching out that spot hidden along your upper wall. You gasped when he found it, writhing below him until he placed a firm hand on your chest. 

“If you can’t take this, what makes you think you can take my cock?” 

His voice was sweet like honey, thick and dripping with condescension. You sniffled for a moment before nodding resolutely. 

“I’ll be good daddy, I can take whatever you give me.” 

“Yes you are, pet,” he smiled, brushing the rough pad of his finger along the spot that had you seeing stars. “Yes you are.” 

His thrusts punctuated his words, long sighs and moans falling from you as you fisted the sheets below you. He knew he had you from the way you clenched around his fingers, bearing down with all your strength as he beckoned forth your orgasm with a deftly curled finger. 

You were about to break, the waves of pleasure reaching their full height before crashing, when he placed his thumb against your clit and sent another shock of lightning through you. Your vision went white as you cried for him, no force strong enough to stop your tears from falling the second time that night. 

The pleasure overcame you and he gently worked you down, quiet whispers of praise breathed against your skin. When the aftershocks of your release subsided he slipped his fingers from inside you, placing them against your lips. 

You devotedly took them into your mouth, licking away each drop of your pleasure. You moaned at how you tasted mixed against the metallic tang of his skin, licking a broad stripe across his open palm when you were finished. 

He ran his tongue across his teeth before exiting your bed, discarding his boots and trousers. He took the hand you had licked and began to stroke himself, hard and red with need. 

“Roll over sweetness,” he asked, climbing into the bed behind you. 

He placed wet kisses down your spine as he lined himself up with your entrance, groaning with pleasure as he eased himself in. You had long passed the point of coherence, stuttering broken words and curses until he stopped against you, buried in your soft warmth. 

With a quiet grunt he sat back on his knees, pulling you flush against him - his tattooed chest pressed tightly to your back. Once his lips had found the skin below your ear he started rutting up into you, one hand below your breasts as the other sought out your clit. 

“You can touch me,” he grumbled, moaning as your fingers dug into his thighs in a determined attempt to find purchase as he rocked against you. 

In mere moments you were falling apart around him, supported by him alone as your skin burned and your thighs shook. He held you tight while he whispered in your ear, telling you how good you felt, how tight you were - “this pussy was made for me.” 

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned, head rolling back to rest on his shoulder before that familiar tingle started to spread across your skin, bolts of static settling on every nerve in your body. You succumbed to another orgasm, losing count at this point, one hand clinging lamely to his arm while the other stayed firmly locked against his thigh. 

Before you even had time to recover another wave was already cresting as he thrust up into you, chanting your name in your ear. Your words were broken, unable to match his prayer. You were all consumed by him, his power, the way he made you quake with such force you thought the shaking might never end. 

Why seek any deliverance at all when you had already found paradise at the tips of his fingers? 

You felt his hold tighten around you as he brought his lips to your ear. “Obi-Wan, my name, say it,” he commanded, your senses momentarily returning to give him one last thing. 

“O-Obi, Obi, Obi-Wan,” you sobbed, clutching tightly against him. 

“May I come in you,” he asked and you fervently agreed, your cries of pleasure symphonizing with his roar as he released inside of you, pulling you down onto the soft sheets after his high subsided. 

Obi-Wan stayed buried within you as you each waited for your heart rates to return to normal, small shivers running down your back as the heat on your skin finally paled. He gently slid out of you and asked for your refresher, absorbing your instructions before pulling your blanket up and over your shoulders. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You woke to the feeling of a warm damp cloth being pressed between your thighs, eyes fluttering open to see Obi-Wan standing above you, cleaning the mess he had made. 

“I found your gally and got you some water and a ration bar,” he offered, gesturing with one hand towards your night table while he finished dabbing your skin with the other. You sighed out your quiet thanks, reaching for the cup to take a small sip. 

“Is there anything else you need?” he asked, dropping the cloth to the floor before turning his full attention on you. 

“I’m far more satisfied than either of those Zeltrons must be right now,” you laughed, sinking into the deep timbre of his own as he joined you. 

Slowly he climbed back into the bed, slipping underneath the blanket and wrapping you in his arms. 

“You don’t have to stay,” you said soberly, regretting the words as soon as they left your mouth. 

He tightened his hold on you before placing a firm kiss to your temple. 

“I know that darling.” 

He didn’t say anything else and neither did you, letting yourself be lulled into sleep by the cadence of his heartbeat. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Masterlist

That’s why, when you hadn’t been visited by Obi-Wan after the rooms went silent, you were surprised that this routine had been changed. Now, you looked on as Obi-Wan was laying on the couch with Aldoken fast asleep on his stomach on top of Obi-Wan’s chest.

Your heart warmed at the sight as you leaned against the doorway. You didn’t want to ruin the scene, but you didn’t have to. Obi-Wan’s eyes slowly opened when he heard you take a few steps into the room.

“Decide to join the party?” he asked quietly in a teasing tone. Despite wanting to talk to you, he still made sure that he wouldn’t disturb Aldoken. Although it may have seemed like he was asleep, Obi-Wan was truly just laying there. Something was keeping him wide awake, and he didn’t know what.

Giving a light chuckle, you made your way over and knelt beside the couch. Aldoken had his clone doll hugged closely as the other hand was wrapping around his father as best as he could.

Bringing up a hand, you gently brushed away some hair from your son’s sleeping face. “I actually thought I was coming out here to tuck you both into bed,” you replied, moving your hand to place it on Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

He chuckled softly then gestured to the boy on his chest with his head. “Would you be able to help me?”

Nodding, you stood and gently lifted Aldoken just enough so that Obi-Wan could sit up. Once he did, he took care of the rest. You watched him bring Aldoken over to his room, and you were sure that he didn’t even stir the whole time.

While you had waited, you shifted from your crouch to sitting on the sofa. Obi-Wan joined you after softly closing Aldoken’s door behind him.

He sat close and you let your head fall against his shoulder.

“How come you hadn’t fallen asleep?”

The question was intended to be innocent, but, when you looked up at him, there was a serious expression across his face.

“Obi-Wan?” As you sat up and placed a palm to his cheek, he snapped back to the moment, slightly shaking his head.

“I’m sorry darling. What did you say?”

You frowned as he tried to play it off with a smirk. You moved so that you could face him, and he knew his façade wasn’t going to work. So, he let the fake smile drop.

“Is there something wrong?” you ask with genuine concern. Was there something that happened with the Sith Lord? But Obi-Wan had said that he wasn’t needed for anything; that he was on free rein and didn’t have to report to him for a while.

Obi-Wan knew that you were concerned about that, but it’s not what he was thinking about. He wasn’t thinking of anything that lay outside of this apartment. He was thinking of you and what you would say if he brought this topic up. Although he knew you wouldn’t push him away because of this, he still thought that you may not agree to it.

He shook his head, “No, nothing’s wrong.”

Looking down, this was the first time since coming back that he actually saw it. In the almost two months since he’s come back, he never saw how the necklace still wrapped around your neck. He wasn’t sure whether it was because you had always kept it hidden like before, or if you weren’t wearing it until now.

He let his fingers drift down until the kyber crystal was between his fingers. The familiar energy of his first crystal tingled the ends of his fingertips as they grazed along the surface. Obi-Wan wondered if you could feel any bit of the energy, even without being force sensitive.

“Have you always worn this? Even during…” he trailed off. He didn’t want to even mention it anymore. It brought on thoughts that his mind could no longer handle in a moment like this.

“Yes,” you say, comfortingly drawing your thumb in circles over his cheek bone. “Like I had said, I never stopped loving you, Obi.”

With that, he smiled. Maybe you wouldn’t laugh at what he wanted to do.

Carefully, he moved both of his hands close to the necklace’s clasp but stopped short. “May I?”

Since you had a feeling you knew what he was about to do, you nodded. The feeling of his hands at the back of your neck almost sent chills down your spine, but you suppressed them at the moment. There would be a time for that, and it wasn’t right now.

When he lifted it away and now held the pendant in his palm, he couldn’t help but feel certain in his next decision. He wanted to come back to you, and this felt like one of the final steps to putting the puzzle of his life back together.

Obi-Wan moved and kneeled on the ground in front of you. In one hand he held the necklace and the other held one of your hands.

As he looked down at the pendant, he smiled to himself. This necklace had meant so much more than anyone would have thought.

“Y/N,” he started. You had been watching him the entire time with anticipation only building as this went on. “I’ve always felt like I didn’t deserve you. I still don’t feel like I do,” he said, then moved his eyes to meet yours. “But I never let that stop me. I always strive to be what you deserve, and I haven’t met that in recent years. When you let me come back, I made it my priority once again. And now, here we are.”

The hand that held yours moved so that you would now rest your palm on top of the pendant. Making it now cupped between both your hand and his, like it was a promise. One he wouldn’t break as he used an item of the force to bring it to life.

“I don’t expect you to ever agree, but I still want to be in your life. I want to be in our life again. I also know that, in your heart, you never severed this promise. Still, I want to ask one more time in our new life to make sure that your answer is still the same.”

Keeping his eyes locked on yours, he took a deep breath. The build up has been killing you. You wanted to just scream out yes and kiss him like you never would again, but you knew he had to get this out.

Finally, he asked the question you’ve been wanting to hear, “Y/N, even after all of this, will you still marry me?”

“Yes,” you said in a breath.

Smiling, he once again put the necklace around your neck.

“I still hope to get you an actual ring one day,” he said quietly just as he clasped the pendant back. When he pulled back, you gave him a warm smile as you placed a hand to his cheek. His eyes shifted between both of your eyes before leaning in.

It didn’t take long before he was kissing you. There was an intensity behind it that you hadn’t experienced in so long. It was one you fully returned as you felt heat flood to your stomach.

You were so wrapped up in the feel of his lips against yours that you hadn’t noticed as he positioned himself to lift you from your seat. As he stood, you wrapped your arms around his neck as your legs went around his waist.

When you felt his arms around you, resting on your back, a longing filled you. It has been so long since you and Obi-Wan shared a moment like this. After you had found out you were pregnant, nothing had really happened after that. Obi-Wan was worried it would somehow hinder something in the pregnancy.

Now, you were swept up in it all. The feeling as his lips and tongue moved with yours, his body pressed up against yours as he walked to the bedroom, his hand, that wasn’t supporting you, exploring your back until he started to undo your dress.

Once he walked in the room and the door had closed, he stopped, slowly pulling away to look in your eyes.

“Is this alright?”

“Stars, yes,” you said before pulling his face back to yours. He didn’t waste much more time, and neither did you as a trail of clothing from the door to the bed was left in your wake. The feel of his skin against yours was a relief that you hadn’t known you needed.

Just like it had always been with Obi-Wan, he always made his love known. Everything he did, whether it was this moment or making you tea before you woke up, it all showed his love for you.

He always said that he didn’t deserve you, but you often thought about how you didn’t deserve him. In the end it didn’t matter. You had him back. He had you back. Most of all, the two of you loved each other.

-

“I have a favour to ask,” Obi-Wan suddenly said. The two of you had been reading your own books on datapads, you curled under his arm in bed, before this. You had noticed that he had lost focus at one point, but it had been normal. Usually, he had to plan an excuse for the Sith Lord just in case.

Looking up, he kept his eyes on the datapad, although it was unfocused.

“What is it?”

Obi-Wan took a deep breath. He’s been going over this for days after his reunion with Cody. It gave him hope that there would be more than his previous clone commander who would welcome him back.

For a moment longer, he contemplated asking you of this. There wasn’t much you would say no to, he knew that. It was the fact that it relied on another’s reaction. Along with that, thousands of other reactions after he made himself completely known.

Despite having worries, his head and heart agreed in every scenario that he conjured up. He needed help, more help, and that started with you.

“I was wondering if you could try and get Anakin here,” he finally replied while moving his eyes to yours. If you were being honest, you were surprised he hadn’t asked this sooner. With the moments leading up to this, you knew it was because he was scared. He was scared that his old padawan would reject his return.

With a smile, you nodded, “Of course, Obi. Why do you seem so hesitant?”

That was a question he was expecting. It was one that he went over a lot. There were so many different ways he could answer, but one always came out on top.

“I’m afraid he’ll ask why I didn’t go to him sooner.”

A wave of understanding came over you. Even though you knew what he meant, you also knew something he didn’t. Anakin was fine with it.

One day, you had received a long winded apology from Padmé saying that she had let something slip. Assuring her that it was alright, you went over and met with Anakin who was desperate to see Obi-Wan again.

“Anakin,” you said softly while gently holding him by his shoulders, “he needs time.”

“You said that he’s been back for almost three months-”

You cut him off by placing a hand on his cheek. Ever since he was still a small padawan, this was your way of telling him to quiet down and listen before assuming things.

“He has. But he’s still healing,” your continued your soft tone. It was another thing you did that would guarantee he would listen. “It took him nearly a month before he truly came back to me. Give him time, and he’ll decide when he’s ready. I know you miss him, but he needs to go at his own pace. He’ll come around.”

Anakin looked into your eyes with a sad but understanding expression. It was always hard for him to argue with you. Besides, you knew him in ways Anakin didn’t. Unlike you, he still saw his former master like a sort of hero. It kept his attention away from the finer details of Obi-Wan’s personality that you were an expert in.

Once Anakin nodded, you gave an affectionate squeeze to his shoulder before pulling him into an embrace.

“Trust me, I’ll let you know when he’s ready,” you whispered.

Anakin gave a small squeeze before separating himself from your hug. Giving you a smile, he had gone back to the temple.

Ever since that day, Anakin kept his promise. The only other person that knew Obi-Wan was back was Kenth. That interaction was one filled with relief, and one where Baize had accepted that he was wrong. It was anticlimactic, in a way.

Back in the current moment, you gave Obi-Wan a comforting smile. “It will be fine, my dear. He already knows you’ve come back.”

Seeing his shocked expression, you told him about the day filled with Padmé’s frantic messages until you went to talk to Anakin. You made sure to reassure him that his former padawan hadn’t said a word to anyone. The only time he said anything about it, it was with you and Padmé. He didn’t even know that Cody knew.

“So, he’s not mad?” Obi-Wan asked in the most innocent voice you had ever heard from him. It was a tone so mixed with relief, that you saw the storm of concern in his eyes wash away to the calming ocean they were.

“No. He understands. Anakin has been waiting patiently… Well, maybe not patiently, but the closest he can get.”

As you were hoping, that earned a laugh from Obi-Wan. It ended in a relief filled sigh.

“Now, let’s get some sleep. I’ll contact him in the morning and I’m certain he’ll get here right after so rest is recommended.”

Obi-Wan smiled as he looked down at you when you pulled the blanket up over your shoulders. “Alright, my love. Thank you.”

After this, the two of you situated yourselves so that you were comfortably wrapped up in the other. You found comfort in your usual spot against his chest and you used the sound of his heartbeat as a sort of lullaby.

This was what you were going to do, until you noticed that Obi-Wan still had some tension in his body. Sneaking a look at his face, his eyes were wide open and staring at the ceiling. His fingers had also found their way under your shirt and were tracing little circles on the skin of your back.

“There’s still something else that’s bothering you about the visit,” you state.

“Hm? Oh, no. I didn’t mean to disrupt you.”

You pushed yourself up so that you could hang over Obi-Wan, forcing his eyes to meet yours in the low light of the Coruscanti night.

“Obi-Wan, you should know by now that I know when you’re lying,” you said in a lightly teasing tone.

Although he gave a small smirk, it fell almost as quickly as it appeared. For a moment longer, he looked back up at the ceiling. You knew he was trying to put it all together in his mind, so you gave him the time he needed.

It was always interesting to see his thinking process. His furrowed brow that created the adorable little line in between them, the lines just visible at the corners of his eyes, the way his eyes squinted the slightest bit as his lips formed a thin line, sometimes pulled slightly down in the corners, it was all cute in a way. With it all, you knew when he was even just thinking lightly on something. It just wasn’t as intense of a look.

You couldn’t help but think that this was just his general look for when he was focused. It was softer depending on what he was focusing on. It was accompanied by a look of adoration whenever he would look down as he hung over you…

Those weren’t the thoughts to be having right now. At the current moment, there may be something that you should be worried about and he was about to tell you.

Obi-Wan sighed, “I want to ask him if he’ll help me take down Sidious.”

You couldn’t help but freeze. You knew that this moment would come, but you still weren’t expecting it.

“Are you alright?” He knew you were worried, but the change in your expression was enough for him to ask. Usually, you would keep a neutral expression, even after something that would gain immediate reactions from everyone else, until you had truly thought about it.

You went to nod, but you stopped yourself. If you were to say that you were thrilled that he was going to put a full end to this madness, you would be lying. There were so many things that added together to make the moment worrisome, and you had just recently returned to how you were before all of this.

First of all, Sidious was the man at the head of the Republic. Sure, even Padmé had her suspicions, but there’s so many people that love him. Then, there’s the fact that Obi-Wan needed help. And then the only help that was properly qualified for this action was a group that could possibly arrest or maybe even kill him for what he had done.

The most troublesome of them all was that you could possibly lose your fiancé again. Only, this time, you were scared for the more permanent possibility. You knew that Obi-Wan was no longer seeking revenge on the Sith, but it would be impossible to negotiate with only words. This would guarantee that there would be a fight and, depending on what kind of help he gets, can end in the least favourable way.

Obi-Wan watched these thoughts cross over your expression. He could also feel the rapid changes of your emotions that only confirmed what he believed you were thinking.

To try and calm you, he brought a hand to your cheek and used the one on your back to pull you down closer. When your head made its position on his chest, he kissed your temple and rubbed your back comfortingly.

“I love you, Y/N. I won’t leave you again,” he said, muffled against your hair. “No matter what.”

The finality in his words made you relax. It was something that you hadn’t realized you needed to hear.

“Alright,” you whispered as you felt the tug of sleep pulling your eyelids closed as you laid on top of Obi-Wan’s chest. You felt him press one more lingering kiss to your head before you drifted off.

- - -

You’re the other half of a Force dyad to the Emperor of the galaxy. Everyone’s heard his name—Darth Manus. The man who killed the Supreme Chancellor.

Yet, when in their private quarters, he says his real name, prefers it even: Obi-Wan Kenobi.

You don’t want to be here. You want to be out in the galaxy, exploring the Empire, but the fact is, you don’t know how you lived in the first place without him near. Despite how much the Alliance bargains, despite the demands of his council saying you’re more trouble than you’re worth, there will never be a price high enough to convince him to give you up.

There will never be anything that can persuade you to give him up either. Not even if he sent you back to the remnants of the Rebellion.

You’re not anyone else’s but his, now.

The door slides open and you raise your head, turning to look over your shoulder just enough to see Obi-Wan enter, removing the black helmet he wears. Black robes fall to the floor and he crawls into bed beside you, kissing the shell of your ear and you smile. 

“Hello, my dear,” he whispers, the scratch of his beard against your neck sending shivers down your spine. “Cause trouble lately?”

“Not enough,” you reply and he chuckles, finger curling against your cheek. He tears himself away a moment later, retreating to the fresher in their room and you sit up. The maroon silk slides down your body and you spot the armour laying at the door, the curve of Obi-Wan’s back just visible in the pale light streaming through the door. It’s the only source of illumination anywhere besides the wall of glass beside you showcasing the galaxy, but in space, stars can only bring so much light, if any at all.

Admiring him, you can’t help the faint smile begging to grow on your face as he runs his hands over his face, rakes his floppy hair back to reveal the scar that’s gouged into his cheek and twists his lip into a permanent scowl. It slashes his beard, and you get up, getting the urge to touch it again.

He senses your naked body approaching and he turns just in time for your hand to find his cheek and it’s not long before he’s cupping your jaw, pulling you into a kiss. Your body arches against his, pressing against every inch of him and your hands seek purchase in his hair while his other hand grabas your hip, holding you flush against him.

“Every day, I thank the Maker he brought you to me,” he whispers and your eyes flutter shut as he tilts your head up, kissing down your neck, finding your pulsepoint and murmuring sweet nothings against the skin there. “That we were connected and that I found you.” Tugging his head up, a strange fury fills you and their lips clash in a kiss that burns cold in their veins and your lungs cramp at the force behind it but you don’t concede at the greed festering between them.

“Shut up with all that soulmate shit,” you hiss, your fingers tightening in his hair and his lips part as you gorge yourself on his kiss. “I chose to love you, and you I. There was no destiny—only choice. Understand me?” His lips seeking, he nods and mumbles some incoherent response that you don’t care about as his hand on your hip traces up, spans across your ribcage. His fingers dig into you dully and you push him into the counter. Eyes finding his icily, you take hold of his jaw as his hand on your neck trails down your shoulder, squeezing gently. “If I lose you, they won’t live to regret taking you away from me. Do you understand me? That love is no one else but our own’s making.”

“If something happens to you, I’d set the galaxy aflame,” he murmurs. Your fingers flutter over his scar and his eyes slide shut. “It’s hardly the time for commitment to anything else, but my devotion to you will always take place above anyone. Anything.” You sweep hair out of his eyes as they open a sliver and he gives you a soft smile of a gentler man. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He reaches to interlace their fingers and you pull back. Obi-Wan grabs hold of your other hand and they stand there for a moment in the washed artificial light before you look down. 

“I have to wash all this grime off and return to the war room.”

“I understand.” The words come out quiet and a finger teases your chin as he kisses your hairline before he reaches to turn on the shower and you watch him, the hollowness in your chest aching at the scars that are still fading from his body. Tiny marks, large imprints of his enemies attempts on his life.

Every day you hope he comes back to you.

Every day he does.

Still, that irrational fear that some day someone of the past will come back, slice apart what they have. 

It won’t happen.

You will never let it happen.

Yet as she lay in her cell, hands tied behind her back, knees against the cold durasteel, she doesn’t feel that pull. As her hair, pulled out of her buns now, falls in front of her eyes, she does not feel the enveloping darkness.

But as she feels the ache in her shoulders and neck, as she feels the pounding in her head, she feels him.

Blood trickles from her temple down the side of her face, but she doesn’t move. Her gaze stays on the ground, and she closes her eyes, listening. The hum of the ship is quiet, but still, the footfalls of droids, the brushing of a cape against cold durasteel.

She does not feel the pull to the darkness. But God, she feels him. She feels him as he comes closer, she feels him as he stops behind her door, and she feels him at the release of his breath.

The door hisses open.

“My love.” His voice is… different. It’s not Obi-Wan’s, it’s not the whisper she’d heard during late nights, when they were both young padawans sneaking around hallways, avoiding the gazes of Jedi Masters.

Just like the durasteel against her knees, he’s cold.

Just like her bed, he’s cold.

“I always thought I’d see you again,” He says. There’s a pause in his voice, she hasn’t looked up yet, part of her afraid that he’ll still look like Obi-Wan Kenobi. Maybe he’ll still look like her love.

She isn’t given a choice. He kneels in front of her, and he sees the dark boots, the ebony cape brushing the floor. He’s drowning in shadows. Then, a gloved hand grasps her chin, lightly bringing her face up to his.

The first thing she notices—his eyes aren’t blue. His hair is shorter than when she’d last seen it, but his beard was still the same, his face still the same.

And like blaster fire to her chest, he looks like Obi-Wan Kenobi. God, he looks like the man she’d told so many years ago that she’d loved him. But his eyes aren’t blue.

Her breath is stuttering, and without much control over her own actions, his name comes out like a gasp.

His brows knit together, his head tilts, something like amusement crosses his face. As he crouches before her, he ducks his head, quiet laughter—barely more than rushed breaths—leaves him.

“Oh, my love,” He whispers, “You should know not to call me that anymore.” He leans in close to her, his lips by her ear, “Say it, dear.”

“No,” Her words fall past her lips as though forced out of her. She shakes her head as she fights against the restraints. “Obi I- I know you’re still in there please-“

He moves away, tutting. He stands up in front of her, making her gaze follow him.

“We can fix this Obi-Wan, please-“

She watches as he turns away, facing the doorway. He holds his hands behind his back, he stands tall—he stands like a Jedi.

“I remember when I was like you,” He begins, “Seems like many moons ago now. Your idealism, my dear—“ He turns, once again letting his gaze meet hers. “I’ve always admired it.”

“I beg you,” She whispers, “Please try.”

“That’s all you wished, wasn’t it?” He replies. He moves closer to her, crouching once more to meet her eyes. “I’m finished with just trying.”

He moves close to her ear once again, fingers coming up to brush loose hairs away from her face.

“Say my name,” He whispers.

Silence passes between them, and once again, she can hear the hum of the ship, the footfalls of the droids.

“Solus.” Her voice is broken, cracked, it feels as though it is shattering. “Darth Solus.”

He moves away, standing to turn his back to her.

“Your Obi-Wan,” He begins, “I’m sure he misses you.”

As he leaves, he pulls a hilt from behind his back—her lightsaber, she realizes—and drops it onto the durasteel. He waves his hand, and the restraints on her wrists loosen. He leaves without another word, but she feels him.

God, she still feels him.

Darth Solus, not Obi-Wan Kenobi. Not the man who kissed her jawline in the moonlight, tangled in slate-colored sheets. Not the man whose laughter would come close to her ear, who would trace her skin with quiet fingertips.

That man is gone. Her Obi-Wan Kenobi is dead.