surrender || obikin [COMPLETED]

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As my eyes opened, the first thing I noted about my surroundings was that they were darker than usual. The sun that was trickling in through the tall windows of the meditation room when I arrived was gone, replaced by dim moonlight. The fountains still ran, but their sounds gave off a more eerie effect in the late hours of the day.

My eyelids were stiffer, and I generally felt as if I had woken from a very long sleep. Contrary to my surroundings, the force was more alive than ever, my connection with it strengthened by the long hours I had just spent with it. When a yawn rose in my throat, I reached up to cover my mouth with my hand as I let my eyelashes rest on my cheeks for a moment longer.

The shuffling sounds of fabric filled the room as I stood up, and the tapping of my boots against the floor rang through the empty chamber as I left. When I passed through the doorway, I heard it close quietly behind me. I could feel something building in the back of my head, but I paid it no mind as I inhaled a long breath, glimpsing my reflection in the windows of the temple's corridors.

The dim lights of late-night Coruscant cast a barely discernable dappled neon pattern across the thick red carpets and reflected in the shiny tips of my clean boots.

I felt the presence in the back of my head grow tense, as though it were ready for something, waiting. Again, I paid it no mind, assuming it was just a padawan unknowingly projecting in their sleep. I passed the council chambers, my vision flicking momentarily to the closed doors, standing unyieldingly, proudly emblazoned with the crimson symbol of the Jedi. As the archives passed by, I heard the listless sounds of a few sleepless Jedi scouring the ancient texts for information which would guide them in their endeavors.

As I turned a corner, the lift came into view at the end of a short hallway. I allowed my eyes to flutter closed again as I padded down the corridor. The odd thing was, I wasn't tired. The feeling of emerging from a deep meditation is one of a sort of comatose daze; it's an unnatural, momentary reverie where you feel as though your head is full of helium, or your whole body is asleep. Watching as my finger reached out to press the lift button, I distractedly thought that the building tension in my head might be something I ought to pay attention to. I eventually disregarded this feeling as I rode the lift quietly upwards towards my quarters.

When the lift doors slid open with a quiet chime, I blinked my eyes a couple of times, feeling the dullness in my mind begin to recede. Turning my head, my gaze roamed over the durasteel doors lining the hallway, picking out mine about halfway down the hall- conveniently nearby the lift.

As I strolled through the hall, I felt the tension grow stronger. Whatever it was- and it had my attention now- was close. My hand reached out, pausing. I allowed the other hand to drift discretely to the handle of my saber and pressed the small green button to open my door.

The pressure in my mind spiked for a moment as my gaze landed on Anakin, who was sitting on my couch, meditating again. Blinking, I wondered momentarily if my mind had been playing tricks on me.

Two meditation sessions in one day?

Surely not. Usually, I had to almost threaten him into meditating, but now the knight was meditating willingly? It was almost too exciting. I hurried over, excitedly settling on the lounge chair opposite him. I had just finished meditating, but I figured a little longer couldn't hurt me.

Immediately, I was aware of his signature. Every time we meditated within close proximity like this, I lost my breath at the sight of his... aura. It was like a huge, radiating star, with revolving rings of precious stones and churning rivers of molten gold.

Almost as though I was locked in a tractor beam, I pushed my force signature out towards his along our bond, wrapping around it and latching onto it, clinging to his mind as I had clung to him the night before. He reciprocated my actions, sending his signature towards mine, and soon we had strengthened our bond again- re-traced the paths and fortified them.

I felt his signature envelop mine, the rings spinning, stretching, encircling me, and pulling me close. I felt myself drown in the bliss of those molten gold rivers, my head sinking gratefully into the warmth that was my Anakin. Being so fundamentally close to him- and his place in the force- erased any doubts in my mind about his destiny.

Here, wrapped in the sheer power of his force-signature, I knew. He was the chosen one. His light was incredibly blinding, and as I breathed it in, I felt myself lift into the air; I felt hands gripping mine, pulling me close as I left the ground and reality behind me. I breathed, exhaling as I released a shaky breath I'd not realized I was holding. We spun, gathering speed until we reached a steady pace. 

This meditation was not the one I'd just left. 

It was not empty, unaware tranquility. 

This meditation was electrifying, invigorating. 

Within the force, I felt the adrenaline of battle, heard war cries echo in my ears as I let my head fall backward, the light of our combined force-auras pouring into my mouth, leaking from my eyes, spilling out into the space around me.

We stayed like that for a long time, and when eventually the shouts died away and the heart-racing subsided, we slowed, sinking to the ground. I felt my body with more clarity, but my connection to the force remained.

When I opened my eyes and met Anakin's icy gaze, the raw intensity I found there made my breath falter. Within his cerulean irises I saw the echoes of his force-signature, glimpsed the golden rings twisting about inside them. He pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around my waist. I melted happily into his embrace, my head drooping forward onto his shoulder as I mumbled drowsy words into his skin.

"That was..."

"New," he breathed, his hands sliding up my sides and down again, his palms a bit sweaty.

Chuckling, I nodded. My arms wrapped around him as I listened to his heart, beating comfortingly against my chest. I felt his lips meet my neck and hummed happily. After a moment, I lifted my head, pressing my lips against his. This time, I was more confident- I knew how deeply I cared for him, and the hesitancy was long gone. 

This is how it's meant to be, I thought as a hand rested on the nape of my neck and my teeth tugged at his bottom lip.

He slipped his tongue into my mouth, exploring it with an endearing eagerness as my hands rose to tangle themselves in his soft curls. As his kiss traveled to my neck, I allowed my eyes to flutter shut again. A moan rose in my throat as he sucked at a tender spot, and I arched my back as shivers ran down my spine. His glove slipped off, and his mech hand slid up the back of my tunic, the icy metal sending flares of cold across my back.

The feeling of cold durasteel dancing over my skin made me lose what little self-control I had left, and a breathy sound leaped from my throat. I sensed his need growing, and when he allowed some wonderfully lustful thoughts to break free of his shields, I pressed a couple of dazed, sloppy kisses up the side of his neck, his jaw, then back to his lips, hungrily searching for something I couldn't identify. 

No, I thought.

No. I won't be doing anything to stop this.

His fingertips grazed the inside of my thigh, and my breath hitched. 

Force, that would be such a waste of something so...

His other hand busied itself in my hair, letting his fingers run softly through it.

Beautiful? No. That's not the right word. 

My hands rested on his shoulders, pulling him up against my chest. 

Freeing? Natural?

He pulled away, eyes sparkling. 

"Divine," he breathed, a big, dazed smile lounging on his lips. 

"Pardon?" I muttered, and he chuckled. 

"I believe the word you're looking for is divine."

I didn't know what to say to this, so I simply nodded, my grin matching his.