one night in coruscant || obikin

09.

I sputtered. "I- ah, I am flattered...? But, Anakin- I mean, it's not, I can't really... the code you know..." I ran a hand down my face.

Words, Obi-Wan.

Anakin laughed. "No- I just need to sleep with you. Nothing weird..." I flushed crimson.

Duh, you idiot.

"It's just..." He trailed off, looking troubled.

"I cant sleep, Obi. I havent gotten more than an hour of sleep for about four months, and the other night, I-" cheeks tinted pink as he looked away from me, unable to meet my eyes.

"I slept for seven straight hours with you in my arms. And before you say anything, I know its specifically you. I, ah, tried to sleep with another person..." a darker flush from the both of us. "It didn't work. I tried pillows, heating pads, I tried sedatives, calming tea-"

I couldn't take any more of this from him. "I get it, Anakin. You presume it is specifically me." He nodded ardently. "Yes. Please, let me try? I'm just so tired, Obi. Please?" Upon examining him closer, I realized he truly did look exhausted; his usually curled, lively hair was limper; his normally animated eyes had a matte, glazed look to them, and dark circles enveloped them; he seemed to be wilting.

When I stretched out through our bond, everything about him felt weak; the force inside him was weary; he desperately needed sleep- needed rest. His hurting hurt me.

I gave a resigned sigh, and knowing this could end disastrously, I scooted over and patted the mattress next to me. "Thanks a million, obi-wan. This is a big favor." I simply nodded at him, laying on my side and turning my back to him. Feeling his weight on the bed next to me, I swallowed.

Don't touch him. Don't touch him. Don't touch him. Don't-

His arms wrapped around my waist, and butterflies exploded in my stomach at the feeling of his hands on me; his calloused skin grazing the strip of skin along my hip where my pants met my skin.

"A-Anakin..." My voice stuttered as my eyelashes rested bashfully on my cheeks. To reassure me, he whispered in my ear. "I need this, please? Its just me. Your padawan. Anakin. Don't be afraid of me. You're just doing a favor, remember?"

His breath bloomed across my neck with each word and I had to squeeze my eyes closed to keep myself from reacting. I nodded slightly, and he buried his face in my shoulder, our ankles intermingling beneath the sheets.

Swallowing to suppress the sound that this pulled from me, I rested my hand on his forearm and shut my eyes, giving his arm the slightest squeeze before drifting into a dreamless sleep.