Distraction |Obikin

13.

I pushed him up against the wall of the cockpit, not before I made sure there was no buttons that I would accidentally press.

I wanted him. I wanted him so bad. No matter how close we got it wasn't close enough. I wanted to be closer. It didn't matter if he was suffocated between me and the wall, it still wasn't close enough.

He was kissing back, he wanted this too. I wish I had known that long ago. But right now I had no time to regret what I did or didn't know, because right now the most important thing was the gorgeous man in between me and the wall.

"Anakin".

It was a muffled noise. I wouldn't have known he said anything if I didn't feel his lips moving under mine.

He moved his arms from being wrapped around my back so he could push me off. It was the lightest push I had ever felt, and I took comfort in knowing that if he wanted, I'd be flying across the room. But I wasn't.

I wanted to say something but I was speechless. Obi-wan was never that much shorter than me, but right now he was completely under me, and I was completely looking down at him.

He was so gorgeous right now. His hair was slightly messy from being messed with against the wall, his lips were parted, red, and slightly swollen, which made me rethink how rough I had been, and his eyes were glassy, but I could tell they were still focused on mine.

"Master." I whispered softly as I fell to my knees. I didn't break eye contact with him.

I nuzzled my face against his thigh and hugged his legs. He looked down on me and I could feel the conflict running through his head.

"Anakin, we-"

I cut him off before he could finish. "Please Obi-Wan." I started to kiss against his clothed legs, the fabric was rough on my lips. "I need you."

He was the only person who could get me to beg like this. He was the only person that could get me on my knees.

I continued to kiss up his legs until I got to his belt. I looked back up at him. His hair was still disheveled, tears pricked his eyes. He was gorgeous.

"Please."

He took a while to debate it. He was fighting a battle in his mind.

"Anakin I, we can't do this. It's against the code."

"Forget about the code for me, even if it's just for a second."

He looked away from me. "I can't just forget about the code that I live my life by."

"Some things can go against the code. You would have never even met me if your master had followed the code."

He didn't respond, he knew it was true. He knew it was true so he didn't say anything. He would have never even met me if the rules weren't broken. Maybe this was part of the problem that came with breaking the rules. Having a Jedi knight who forms attachment too easily and only influences other knights to do the same. But I was here, wasn't I? There was no use turning back now. So I was going to break the rules while I was here.

"I just want you to feel good because of me. I want to make you feel good in ways that nobody else can."

I started unbuckling his belt and a painstakingly slow speed.

"I want to be the only person who makes you feel this way, because you're my master."

I took off his belt.

"You hear that Obi-Wan? You're mine, you've always been mine and you always will be. You can pretend all you want, by the Jedi code or whatever, that you would never form any attachments. But that doesn't matter because you're all mine."

I let my hand just barely ghost across his crotch. It was there just enough for him to feel it, but not enough to create any friction. He covered his mouth with his hand to muffle a whimper. He was so cute like this. Standing above me, trying to overcome his own urges. And it was all just for me. Nobody else's eyes would ever see him like this.

"You don't need to tell me you love me, it doesn't matter. I just want to love you. I love you Obi-Wan, let me show you how much I love you Obi-wan. Let me worship you in the way you deserve." I let my hand slip under the waistband on his pants. "Please."

All I needed was a yes. Whether he said it with his mouth or with his body language didn't matter. I just needed a nod of the head, that was all I needed from him right now.

I didn't get what I needed.

Instead he crouched down to my level, so he was eye to eye with me. He ran his hand through my hair and I leaned into his touch. He looked like he was about to cry.

"I do love you Anakin." He was looking right into my eyes. He stood up and made his way to the door. "I hope you can forgive me, Anakin."

His voice was shaky. But when he said my name it still sounded beautiful.

He left the room. I was alone in an empty room, on my knees and all riled up.

I felt like crying, and I felt angry at the same time. I don't know what I was angry about, I don't know if I was angry at Obi-wan for leaving me like this, or if I was mad at the Jedi for making him that way. If it wasn't for the Jedi order we could have been together.

I stood up and leaned against the wall. I took a deep breath, it didn't help. I banged my fist against the metal wall and yelled. That helped a little bit.

Frustrated and horny, I walked back to my pilot seat and stared out into hyperspace. I hoped for the emptiness of the void of space would envelope me whole so I wouldn't feel this way anymore.

Before it could do that, I felt a presence enter the room.

It wasn't Obi-wan. It was Padmé.

"Anakin, I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but I need to know if everything is okay. I saw Obi-wan and he looked distressed."

It wasn't really okay. But something about Padmé somehow showing up for me right now made it a whole lot better. It was like she had her own force, where she could sense my feelings, and she always knew when I needed her.

"Yes, everything is alright Padmé. We're almost there." I looked at her. She looked beautiful right now in her nightgown.

Her brown hair framed her face with curls that fell out of the bun she had tied it in. I couldn't help but look into her eyes. I could stare into her soul, which was just as beautiful as her, for the rest of time.

I couldn't help but wonder why I was so hooked on Obi-wan, beautiful, intelligent, kind, Obi-wan, when I had beautiful, intelligent, kind, Padmé here with me.

Beautiful, intelligent, kind Padmé, who didn't have the Jedi code to hold her back.

I stood up and kissed her.

She broke away from the kiss.

"Anakin, I'm sorry, but we can't do this." Her eyes looked worried, similar to how Obi-wan's had looked.

"Please Padmé." I hoped she could see the desperation in my eyes in the same way I could see the kindness in hers. "I love you."

She kissed me that time.

I almost regretted it in that moment.

A/N- I've gotten so much better at writing romance and sexual tension!!