Torn (An Anakin x OC x Obi Wan Story)

seventeen

What have I done? Jaia couldn't breathe, every fiber in her body shaking and teeming with anxiety. Not only had she just been expelled from the Jedi Order, she had told both Anakin and Obi Wan to meet her in her room later.

Both of them. At once.

She had to admit, it wasn't something she had ever truly considered, being that her mind was always so conflicted. She had never truly considered both, since at the time, it was necessary to choose only one.

She knew what choice she would have made, but that no longer mattered. In the end, she'd rather do something to unite the master and his former apprentice, rather than leave them in disarray after her departure from both of their lives. She'd rather leave Obi Wan satisfied, just with a pang of jealous guilt that would lead him to question his feelings for her. Yeah, not ideal, but definitely practical. After something so incredibly inappropriate, he wouldn't think about her again.

Not... not as deeply as he had done before.

The thought hurt, but Jaia knew it was the right path... and it also sounded a lot more than fun.

Anakin, on the other hand... would think about the experience as heavenly. She was counting on it. He couldn't go back to Padme. The reason for this was more than mulled over in Jaia's head, and she tried her best not to bring up the emotions her past vision has brought within her.

Her bed felt strangely harsh against her body, the usual fluffy absorption it gave her not feeling as welcoming as it had before. This wasn't truly her room, not anymore.

Regardless of how crazy her plan felt in her heart, Jaia was ready. She had dressed out of her robes and wrapped her body in a thin towel, just enough to cover the most sensitive regions of her figure.

She had pulled her hair down so that it cascaded down her back. She knew it would get in the way, but in the end she knew she preferred the way she looked with it down.

A knock at the door.

Jaia's heart began to race, but she took a deep breath. She wanted this, after all. She wanted to throw up and scream all at the same time... doubt filled her. They couldn't have both shown up after what had happened, could they have?

"Jaia," Anakin's voice sounded, and her heart sunk suddenly, "It's us."

Us.

Fuck.

"Coming," she breathed, trying her best to gather her emotions. Stumbling over to the mirror in her room, she fixed her hair and took a breath. Okay, breathe. Breathe.

They both want you, so act like the goddess you basically are, Jaia. A bit full of it? Necessary? Absolutely.

It was essential for Jaia to repeat I want this in her head in order to stabilize the beating of her heart. Finally, she made her way over to her door. One last breath.

The door swung open a lot harsher than she expected. "Why did you want us both to come here?" Both of their eyes swung down to her body, covered in the thin, single towel.

"Go sit on my bed," Jaia's voice came out confident, her nerves fading now that they were here. It's now or never... literally.

The two Jedi seemed confused, but followed direction anyway, making their way over to Jaia's bed and sitting down. "Jaia," Obi Wan gulped, looking down at her body, "Why are you-,"

"Quiet," she stopped him, "I need to speak for a bit before I say what I'm going to say- or... suggest," Jaia corrected herself, a smirk passing over Anakin's lips, a quick flash in his eyes that told her he knew exactly what was going on now. "You," she said harshly towards him, pulling a chair in front of the bed so she could sit across from the both of them. "You have been absolute shit these past few weeks."