Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

His Cloak*

Warnings: It's smut. it's all smut, so much smut! Thigh riding, cloak kink, slight dom/sub, dirty talk, unprotected smexy times, kinda rough sex, lil angst, mention of losing soldiers, Anger, stress, person being rude, Me not knowing the clones at all sorry, bad writing, typos!

The cruiser's cold, dark corridors perfectly reflected the ship they were built for. Purely for efficiency, not comfort. Or warmth, you thought to yourself as you strode down the halls, hugging Obi Wan's cloak tighter around you.

You glanced out the window towards the planet below, where Obi Wan and the troops were fighting their hardest for a republic victory. You could see their ships from where your cruiser hovered, waiting above the planet's surface to pick them up when they made it back from the mission. If they made it back from the mission.

Get it together, you thought to yourself as you neared the door to the bridge. There's always an if. You exhaled sharply and dragged your hand down your face. Maker, you couldn't wait for the horrible mission to be over!

The dermisteel doors opened with a hiss to reveal the intelligence clones hard at work, their leader standing in front of a holomap, carefully scrutinizing every inch of information splayed out before him.

"Greetings, Captain," you said as you walked over to stand near him, examining the schematics.

"General," he responded with a curt nod.

"So, what's our plan going forward?"

The clone let out an annoyed sigh, as if you had just asked him the most obvious question in the universe. "With the intel from our troops on the ground we know the entrance points are here, here, and here." He pointed to each one. "We plan to go in with strategy FP8T."

You looked over the map with a critical, trained eye, eyebrows knitting together as you imagined the strategy playing out. As you did so, the doors on the other side of the bridge slid open, revealing a disheveled looking Obi Wan and Cody walking towards you.

They looked exhausted; Cody carried his blaster-charred helmet and Obi Wan's armor was still strapped to his shoulders. Your heart sank to the pit of your stomach as you attempted to count the scrapes and bruises staining their uniforms. The familiar sight of Obi Wan's face and the shape of his body under his armor ignited everything inside of you that you'd been trying to repress.

Once again, you wrapped his cloak around you to prevent yourself from running into his arms, from peppering his scraped face with gentle kisses as you inspected his body for injuries. Of course, he would have assured you that he was perfectly fine all the while, never wanting you to worry, because that's the kind of man he was. If only you could have such an intimate reconnection with him immediately. But sadly, that would have to be saved for another time.

"General Kenobi, Cody," you greeted cordially as they approached the table. "I trust everything went well?"

"On most accounts," Obi Wan said.

Cody nodded in agreement. "We made much progress."

Progress. Not finished.

"Well." You stared directly into Obi Wan's eyes. "I'm glad you are both safe."

You could see just the faintest hint of a smile spread across his face.

"We're both perfectly fine, General. I hope we didn't interrupt anything?"

"Actually, you were," the intel officer snapped coldly.

"Well, by all means, please continue," Obi Wan said, brushing off the clone's rudeness.