Respite On The Spitalfields (Obikin)

Chapter Two

WARNING: Explicit smut

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When Obi-Wan's eyes opened the next day he was hit with a heavy, deep ache in his lower back and waist. He groaned when he tried to sit up, giving up and letting himself fall back against the sheets. He felt warm, the cotton clothes he wore were too itchy and his mood was shockingly irritable. His left wing was sore but it didn't hurt nearly as bad as the day previously, guess they'd really done a good job getting him back on his feet.

Later, when the new healer came in to bring him food he found himself giving curt, one worded answers to her questions about his wing. He just wanted to eat something. Having his bones healing sped up took a toll on his energy and sleep could only help so much, he needed food to recharge.

His stomach growled and he wolfed down the food without really tasting it, feeling overwhelmingly thirsty like he'd been in the desert for a week. Derik, he learned, brought him a pitcher of water and he drank three entire glasses alongside a pain pill that was handed to him. Obi-Wan felt bad about it afterwards, but he snapped at Derik and said that he was fine, just felt a little off, and no it wasn't because of his wing. He summed it up to being tired and drained from all the bacta healing.

It was probably around lunch time when he actually pieced together what was wrong; hot flashes, irritability/mood swings, fatigue, thirst, hunger. They were all signs of him being in Season.

He wanted to scream.

It seemed to be around the time that Derik and the other healers understood too. They all started acting overly warm towards him and they all openly tried exuding calming energy.

The girl with the cherry wings had showed up and she wasn't fooling anyone with her soft smiles, let alone him. Obi-Wan hadn't a doubt that she was still mad at him from the night before, even though it wasn't really his fault. Not that he cared at the current moment. He just wanted food and water, and to either fight or fuck something.

Unfortunately, because he was in his annual cycle, they told him he had to wait for one of the other Jedi to come get him back to his room. He immediately told them to send for Anakin and no one else. Obi-Wan didn't need any of the other council members to see him like this, especially with a tender wing on top of it all.

Anakin was his closest friend and he trusted that he would treat this as seriously as he had his broken wing. He would have found it upsetting that they felt he needed a babysitter, but it wasn't meant to be degrading, they just didn't want him attacking anyone in the halls. The first day or two of the mating season was typically the most unpredictable because some people were normal, while others hormones overruled their common sense and their actions leading to fights.

He really wanted to go see what leftovers Anakin brought him from Dex's because as much as he tried to be the perfect Jedi and not want too much for things, his cycle was really making him hate the food being brought to him. It was the standard Jedi Temple food. Food he appreciated but personally didn't like most of the time. So, Obi-Wan waited as patiently as he could throughout the day for Anakin to show up. And waited...

And waited...

And waited.

The wings on his back grew restless and he was contemplating just storming out, when the door finally slid open and in came the young Jedi Knight in question. He had a big dopey grin on his face and the anger in Obi-Wan fell to a simmer instead of the raging boil it was seconds ago. His skin felt warm and itchy and seeing Anakin was like feeling a torrent of cool rain wash over him.

"Sorry, Obi, Yoda wanted me to help him train some of the younglings for the day. I would have been here way sooner otherwise. Can't really straight up tell Yoda no without having to suffer any hidden consequences." He laughed and burst into an incident with a little girl that happened earlier.