Distraction |Obikin

4.

I sat at the table, having trouble focusing. I didn't know what to expect from this mission tomorrow. There was only one person who always could calm me down when I felt like this.

But I had spent the entire day, or at least a lot of it with Obi-wan. If I went to his room asking to just talk, he'd suspect something was up. I needed an excuse.

***

It was late at night when I arrived, only a few doors down from my own quarters. I knocked on the door and called Obi-wan, but not before making sure nobody else was around and could hear me.

The door opened and I saw Obi-wan, fully dressed. I just realized that I had been a real idiot, Obi-wan would never sleep if there was work to be done, this meant he was usually tired on missions, since he only ran off 3 minutes of sleep, but he was never too tired. Don't get me wrong, I think it's bad that he doesn't sleep and sleeping would probably be good for him, but being tired never effected any of his work, except for everyone around him telling him he probably should get some rest.

I had practiced my lie a few times already, well it wasn't totally a lie, and now it was time to see if it would work.

"I can't sleep." I did my tired voice. I stopped sleeping in the same bed as him when I couldn't sleep because it made him uncomfortable, but I assumed he would let me at least sleep on the couch.

"Is your new bed not good enough for you?" He had hair hanging in front of his face, some was sticking to his forehead. It took all my self control to not push it away and kiss him.

He let me in. I could see his work station on the kitchen table, some things never changed. A bunch of files, and information from the archives I assumed, and a holoprojector.

"Do you want some tea?" He asked as he sat back down, working through everything.

"No thank you." I lied down on the couch

"What's bothering you? You seem tense?" I could tell he was concerned about me, but he wasn't paying me any attention. I just wanted to wipe all of the stuff off the table, and slam Obi-wan down on it, while removing his tunic and kissing his neck, leaving marks. To let everyone know that he, was mine.

"Umm, I guess I'm just nervous for tomorrow, ya know, to see Senator Amidala again." I lied, I checked just to make sure my shields wouldn't let anything slip.

"Aren't you two good friends?" I swear those folders and holo stuff was making me insane

"Yeah, I guess." We were friends, I thought, but I didn't feel like explaining that now. "I just want to go to sleep."

"You can go to the bed if you would like."

I looked at him, I was shocked that he would suggest something like that. "Aren't you going to sleep there?" I couldn't believe what he had just said, maybe he had the same feelings for me that I did for him!

"We've shared a bed before, and I don't doubt we'll have to again, especially with the war going on, I don't see why it would be a problem?"

No, he didn't have the same feelings for me, and the problem was that I'd probably wake up with an erection, but I didn't mind sleeping near Obi-wan. "Oh ok."

I got into the bed and watched Obi-wan work. He was so focused, I really really wished he would focus on my like that.

I used the force to feel his breathing, whenever Obi-wan was calm, like when he was studying, meditating, reading or relaxing, his breathing was nice and steady. I tapped into our bond and synced our breathing. It didn't take long after that for me to pass out.

***

My dream that night was, well less vanilla. I'll just say that it included chains.

When I woke up, I was surprised that Obi-wan was in bed with me, and I was surprised that I hadn't spooned him in my sleep. Of course, he still was laying there, so peaceful on the other side of the bed, I could spoon him now if I wanted to. And then I could blame it on me sleeping. I decided to have some self control and I settled on watching him sleep.

I was glad that he had decided to get some rest rather than pulling an all nighter, like he would usually do. I was also glad that we would be going on a longer mission together.

He was laying there, eyes closed, and he was just at peace. He still had some tired features on him, like his hair was still hanging in front of his forehead, and I liked it like that. It was messy and it made him look cute.

His breathing, as always, was steady and calming. His lips looked perfect, I sat there with the thought, I could lean in, press his lips against mine, nobody would know, nobody but me.

We were both laying on our sides, looking at each other. It was awfully tempting. I decided that he could wake up any moment now, and how was I supposed to explain him waking up to me watching him sleep.

I got up and started to head back to my quarters, we were supposed to be on a mission this morning, I wish I knew what would happen on that mission now.