Ani - An ftm star wars clone wars au

Chapter 8- Mandalore

Warnings- allusions to sex, injury
Written by Sam and Helena

Obi-Wan had finished his investigations, it had lead him to Kamino, a stormy planet housing a hundred thousand clones of a rather tedious bounty hunter by the name of Jango Fett. The hunter had shot him in his shoulder, which was quite irritating. The easiest planet, however, to get to from where he had to refuel was Mandalore, so at least he could see Satine, time to make a call.
"Hello, this is Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, I am requesting permission to land on, and seek medical aid from Mandalore. Please respond."
A short silence filled his star fighter, then the all familiar buzz of a hail, and a sight for sore eyes.
"Hello Obi, you need medical aid?"
The duchess's face was smirking, but there was genuine worry underneath.
"Oh Tinie, you don't know how glad I am to see you, and yeah, I got shot in the shoulder. I had it all wrapped up, but when I was refueling it opened up again. Can I land?" Obi-Wan replied with a distinct lack of his suave negotiator charm, something that worried Satine.
"Of course, you can come right to the palace, I'll inform the guards."
"Thank you, I shall see you soon then dearest."
Ending the call, the young master was rather surprised at himself, of course he knew he liked Satine, but he just called her dearest to her face.
"Kriff..."
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"Obi-Wan Kenobi! What were you thinking?"

The shout rang out across the courtyard as he stepped off his ship, muttering under his breath,
"I have a bad feeling about this..."

The duchess was storming over towards him, he was sure a slap was coming, probably for the nickname, but it never came. Instead he was engulfed in a warm hug, which he gladly returned.
"How could you be so careless? You could have gotten killed Obi! Don't do that to me... I can't stand to see you hurt." Satine was rambling, a clear sign that she was scared more than angry. Thinking to herself, reflecting on her current emotions, she concluded that her feelings towards the Jedi were more than platonic. As he walked away from her, towards the medic waiting, she noticed how he always covered himself up, as opposed to what he wore as a padawan, now that- that was something else. Maybe he still had that small body, or maybe it was larger, more buff, who knew. She wanted to, that was for sure.
"Satine. Satinnnne, hello, are you there duchess?" Obi-Wan teased, bringing her out of her very unladylike thoughts, he had his arm out for her to take.
"Ever the gentleman, I see," she retorted, a genuine smile on her face, "thank you, let's head to the main hall."

The walk was calm, Obi-Wan enjoyed being this close to his Tinie, it hadn't been like this since they were stuck together for that year on the run. That was about twelve years ago, they had had a fling, but it wasn't much more than that, and it ended when he went back to the temple. They were simply too busy. Thankfully, they remained in contact, something that was definitely a good decision.

"Obi-Wan," Satine began, they were outside the main hall, where they were planning to go, "could you come to my private chambers? I need to talk to you about something."
Caught by surprise, he simply nodded as she lead him along the hall, to an ornate purple bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed and patted to the side, signalling him to sit down.
"What is it Tinie? Is everything okay?"
Looking away, nerves swelling in her chest, she simply gave in to her emotions and kissed him. The kiss was hard, full of emotion and longing and pain, from both participants. Until they could no longer breathe, the two were interlocked.
Taking a few breaths, Obi-Wan looked up at the woman he loved. He loved her. He couldn't keep it in any longer. Diving back into a kiss, he pulled her down into the bed, the years of longing, holo-calls and nicknames, all the passion they shared, poured into this action. It was everything he craved and more.
"You know," he panted, "for a pacifist, you're rather brutal in bed."
Smirking at the comment, she jabbed back "And for a brave Jedi Knight, you're quite timid."

Sending a message to her staff to not interrupt her important meeting with the Jedi, she began undressing for him. He pulled her into his embrace, and locked the door with a swipe of his hands. His com began beeping, interrupting the moment, and annoying him. It was Anakin.
"Anakin, what is it?" His tone was sharp and his hair disheveled, and if the boy had any sense, he would call back later.
"Oh, I'm sorry master, I didn't realise you were busy, I'll call back. Hi Satine!"
Anakin quickly ended the call so as not to face his master's wrath, and Satine just giggled. Turning around to the gorgeous woman, he turned off his communicator, and resumed his original task.
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On Naboo, Anakin put down his com and ran to Padmé, she'd be dying to hear that his master was doing the do with the duchess of Mandalore!