Two Halfs of One Warrior • Obikin/Vaderwan One-Shots

Use My Body To Break Your Fall, Part 3

“Um,” Anakin says. He blinks at Padmé, mind blank. “What? I think I’m confused by your question. When you say lightsaber, you mean….”

Padmé crosses her arms over her chest, looking very unimpressed and also mildly amused, which is a dangerous combination. “I mean the Jedi weapon you’re currently holding in my living room.”

“Ah,” Anakin nods slowly. “Yeah, that would be a lightsaber I guess, if you want to use that sort of terminology. And um... When you say Obi-Wan Kenobi, you mean….”

“I mean the Separatist general, traitor to the Republic, murdering, psychopathic ex-Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

“That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?” Anakin asks before he really thinks it through. He winces as soon as it’s out of his mouth. One of these days, his mouth is going to get him in real trouble. He hopes it’s not right now, but from the way Padmé raises both of her eyebrows, his luck is probably about to run out.

“Anakin,” Padmé chides incredulously. “We are at war.”

Why are so many people trying to tell him this? Obviously he knows.

Before she can continue with something more cutting than basic facts, Anakin’s attention is snared by something she’s already said. He looks down at the lightsaber in his hand, turns it around to stare at it from all angles. “How did you know this used to be Obi-Wan Kenobi’s?”

Padmé throws up her hands. “Because every time I was assigned a Jedi guard, it was almost always him. We became close.”

“Close?” Anakin asks sharply, bringing the lightsaber possessively to his chest. He doesn’t like the idea that... what? That Obi-Wan and Padmé had been close? It’s absolutely ridiculous of him to care so much, not to mention at least a bit hypocritical. Completely silly. He narrows his eyes at her slightly anyway. “Friends?”

“Yes, Anakin, friends! Like you and me. Now can we get back to the discussion at ha—“

“Friends exactly like you and me?” Anakin cuts her off.

“Well, if you’re talking about the fact that both of you helped save my planet and then kept in contact with me afterwards, then yes, I suppose exactly like you and me. If you’re suggesting that I slept with him, then I’m not sure that’s any of your business.”

She doesn’t say no. The lack of an immediate denial lights a fire inside of him. He doesn’t—he doesn’t like not knowing.

He doesn’t like the idea of it either, how easy it is to picture. Padmé is beautiful, and Obi-Wan is magnetic. He can only imagine a Jedi version of Obi-Wan being even more perfect, more attractive. And they were on diplomatic missions together? How bored do you have to get on a diplomatic mission before you sleep with the first available person just to have something interesting to do? And this was all while Anakin was doing what? Fixing droids in Naboo?

None of this feels right. If Anakin had been there, he’d know how close they were. Padmé had no right to Obi-Wan, no claim, and she had had unfettered access—encountered no competition for the man’s attention. Perhaps even for his affections.

The thought makes him livid, in a way he’s become intimately familiar with over the past several weeks. Except until now it’s always been Obi-Wan sending these emotions to Anakin; he’s never felt them quite so viscerally before. He tries half heartedly to banish them into the Force, something Obi-Wan had told him about vaguely before, but instead all he does is send them out of his mind, down the bond to Obi-Wan.