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[sept 21] [star wars] Secret to all parties
Title: Secret to all parties
Theme: A secret unlit room
Series: Star Wars
Character/Pairing: Anakin/Obi-Wan
Rating: NC-17
[Apparently I took "secret unlit room" as more metaphorical for their relationship than, uh, an actual secret unlit room. And yes Anakin's voice is way more blunt than Obi-Wan's. This is in severe need of editing, but I value my sleep. I expect this drabble to change drastically the next time I get my hands on it.]
Anakin had thought his marriage to Padmé was a secretive business, but it was nothing compared to his on-going fling with Obi-Wan. At least with Padmé the both of them admitted to being in love. No one else could know, but they were in it together. With Obi-Wan, no one could know, period. Not even the two of them, the ones actually sleeping together. As if that were possible! Like they could sweep the facts under the rug, wipe their hands from the dust, and go on their merry ways, whistling an innocent tune. Anakin thought it was crazy, and tried telling him so, but Obi-Wan wouldn't suffer any references to their having sex except during the act, and talking about their lack of talking was not something he wanted to do when he could be, well, enjoying having sex.
Obi-Wan never initiated any of their sessions, either; it was entirely up to Anakin. If he hadn't spent years deciphering him without the aid of a dictionary, Anakin would have never understood the signs that meant, I want you, or I'd jump you right now if I weren't such a prissy repressed prude, or the subtle I may look like I'm trying to be seductive but actually all I want is to collapse into my sleeping bag and be unconscious until it's time for more maiming. By now Anakin was fluent in Obi-Wan's body-language and indirect speech, greatly facilitating their sexual relations.
Actually, it was a big pain, trying to figure out exactly what Obi-Wan wanted, what he thought, what he meant. If it weren't worth it, Anakin wouldn't bother. But it was so worth it. With Obi-Wan's body next to him, Anakin let go of tensions he didn't even realize he'd been holding in. It's not that, with him, Anakin forgot about the war. No, it was actually the contrary, for in a way, Obi-Wan was a personification of the fighting. He could not look at Obi-Wan and not think of the war. Anakin could see it both in his fresh wounds (bruises, burns, cuts) and in the scars from days past. He could smell it, in the 'ship fuel and the mould of unwashed clothes. He could even feel it as he slipped his fingers down Obi-Wan's pronounced rib-cage. Not for one moment did Anakin forget the war when he was with Obi-Wan, but somehow, that was part of the appeal.
Kissing was great, too. He felt like he really came to know Obi-Wan through his kissing. All these years he'd seen Obi-Wan as aloof, calm, centered. Traits that disappeared when they joined mouths. There was biting, and tongues, and lips, in such a way that Anakin thought he would be devoured. The person he'd known as Master seemed to be replaced by this whole new man: same features, different personality. The other good thing about kissing was that, when Obi-Wan's mouth was busy, there was no danger of receiving reprimands.
But what Anakin really liked about having sex with Obi-Wan was how much he got to touch him. He couldn't get enough of that. He wanted to Obi-Wan's weight on him, wanted to have him pinned beneath him, wanted them to lie side by side with their legs entwined. He wanted everything, so long as it meant that their naked skin brushed against each other. If that all that touching led to hugging, kissing, and stroking, then so be it; and, if as a consequence of those, erections arose, Anakin was all right with that too. The orgasms were an after-thought, a pleasant side-effect.
Theme: A secret unlit room
Series: Star Wars
Character/Pairing: Anakin/Obi-Wan
Rating: NC-17
[Apparently I took "secret unlit room" as more metaphorical for their relationship than, uh, an actual secret unlit room. And yes Anakin's voice is way more blunt than Obi-Wan's. This is in severe need of editing, but I value my sleep. I expect this drabble to change drastically the next time I get my hands on it.]
Anakin had thought his marriage to Padmé was a secretive business, but it was nothing compared to his on-going fling with Obi-Wan. At least with Padmé the both of them admitted to being in love. No one else could know, but they were in it together. With Obi-Wan, no one could know, period. Not even the two of them, the ones actually sleeping together. As if that were possible! Like they could sweep the facts under the rug, wipe their hands from the dust, and go on their merry ways, whistling an innocent tune. Anakin thought it was crazy, and tried telling him so, but Obi-Wan wouldn't suffer any references to their having sex except during the act, and talking about their lack of talking was not something he wanted to do when he could be, well, enjoying having sex.
Obi-Wan never initiated any of their sessions, either; it was entirely up to Anakin. If he hadn't spent years deciphering him without the aid of a dictionary, Anakin would have never understood the signs that meant, I want you, or I'd jump you right now if I weren't such a prissy repressed prude, or the subtle I may look like I'm trying to be seductive but actually all I want is to collapse into my sleeping bag and be unconscious until it's time for more maiming. By now Anakin was fluent in Obi-Wan's body-language and indirect speech, greatly facilitating their sexual relations.
Actually, it was a big pain, trying to figure out exactly what Obi-Wan wanted, what he thought, what he meant. If it weren't worth it, Anakin wouldn't bother. But it was so worth it. With Obi-Wan's body next to him, Anakin let go of tensions he didn't even realize he'd been holding in. It's not that, with him, Anakin forgot about the war. No, it was actually the contrary, for in a way, Obi-Wan was a personification of the fighting. He could not look at Obi-Wan and not think of the war. Anakin could see it both in his fresh wounds (bruises, burns, cuts) and in the scars from days past. He could smell it, in the 'ship fuel and the mould of unwashed clothes. He could even feel it as he slipped his fingers down Obi-Wan's pronounced rib-cage. Not for one moment did Anakin forget the war when he was with Obi-Wan, but somehow, that was part of the appeal.
Kissing was great, too. He felt like he really came to know Obi-Wan through his kissing. All these years he'd seen Obi-Wan as aloof, calm, centered. Traits that disappeared when they joined mouths. There was biting, and tongues, and lips, in such a way that Anakin thought he would be devoured. The person he'd known as Master seemed to be replaced by this whole new man: same features, different personality. The other good thing about kissing was that, when Obi-Wan's mouth was busy, there was no danger of receiving reprimands.
But what Anakin really liked about having sex with Obi-Wan was how much he got to touch him. He couldn't get enough of that. He wanted to Obi-Wan's weight on him, wanted to have him pinned beneath him, wanted them to lie side by side with their legs entwined. He wanted everything, so long as it meant that their naked skin brushed against each other. If that all that touching led to hugging, kissing, and stroking, then so be it; and, if as a consequence of those, erections arose, Anakin was all right with that too. The orgasms were an after-thought, a pleasant side-effect.