Without The Force ~Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader~

05- Sweet dreams

Sleeping was not usually something you were good at. Unless aided by a drink or two, sleeping was almost impossible. Your block of flats was loud, and the paper thin walls did nothing to block out the city's noises. You rarely slept at night, instead staying awake till dawn when your tiredness would get the better of you and you would fall in and out of consciousness until the evening. It wasn't preferable, but there seemed to be nothing to do about it.

You were still unable to stay asleep, and at some point in the early morning you awoke. It was probably sometime after midnight, and it was eerily quiet. This was odd, the utter silence surrounding you, and you felt uneasy. Grabbing the duvet, you pulled it up to your chin, staring into the darkness. The room was too big, too spacious for your liking, and while you could make out the shape of the sleeping Jedi, you couldn't see anything else. Obi-Wan shifted in his sleep, and you watched him carefully, unsure of what else there was to do. He seemed peaceful, his chest rising and falling beneath the thin blanket he was covered with. You blinked, squinting slightly in order to see him clearer.

You were on edge. As you tried to fall back to sleep, rolling over onto your side, you tried to think if something else. Your mind seemed transfixed on the Jedi, specifically the one currently sleeping in the same room as you. Tomorrow you would go home and forget about him, but right now you couldn't let the thought pass. There was something about him that was oddly intriguing, he drew you to him in some way. It wasn't really one thing, more him as a whole, his aura, the feeling that surrounded him.

But you didn't want to think about that, you just wanted to sleep.

"Y/N?" You heard a groggy, almost irritated voice break your thoughts,

"Is that you Master Obi-Wan?" You sat up, seeing him do the same,

"I sensed you were awake, is everything alright?" He moved towards you, you felt the mattress dip where he sat at the end of the bed.

"I'm fine, I just don't sleep much."

You could see his eyes in the dark, kind and welcoming as he nodded.

"I see, well, try and get some more rest. Wake me if you need anything."

"Master Obi-Wan?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you for checking on me, but really, I'm fine." You smiled, unaware if he could see you, "At home I rarely sleep at all."

"That's not good, you deserve more than that." He shifted further up towards you, his hand placed itself atop yours.

You smiled wider, his hand much larger and warmer than yours. He covered yours completely, which made you feel safe.

"That's kind of you, but I really don't feel very welcome here. It's sort of weird..." You trailed off, his thumb stroked the back of your hand,

"As long as I am here, you're safe." His voice was soft yet genuine, "That's a promise, Y/N."

You nodded, you saw the vague shape of him doing the same. He didn't move, though you thought he would. Your eyes felt heavy once more, and you laid back down. Suddenly, you were tired again, and you closed your eyes, hearing Obi-Wan whisper soft encouragements.  Something in the back of your mind thought he had done something to make you tired, but that was quickly silenced by your overwhelming need for sleep.