Torn (An Anakin x OC x Obi Wan Story)

five

She woke up against his chest, her head buried into him and her leg wrapped around his body, a tight hold she thought was impossible to accomplish in the daze of sleep. Jaia wiggled out of Obi Wan's arms, her cheeks red and flustered as she rolled over to an empty spot, one that felt much colder.

It was her last intention to stay the night, not to mention to sleep with Obi Wan Kenobi, but Jaia had broken many of her precious expectations the night before. She had given her virginity to the one man she had always disliked, and then had the audacity to spend the night next to him when she easily could have stayed with Anakin.

"You certainly made yourself comfortable last night," Obi Wan mumbled, his voice cracking from the shock of morning. Meeting his tired eyes, Jaia frowned.

"You should have made me leave."

"A gentleman does no such thing." Yawning, Obi Wan turned onto his stomach, settling into the bed. His back instantly caught her attention, littered with red scratch marks she had left the night before.

Jaia yawned in response, bunching a blanket against her chest as she struggled to gain warmth again, also trying to hide the embarrassment in her cheeks. Frowning, she wiggled around foolishly as Obi Wan watched.

"I know," Obi Wan breathed, stretching lightly, "You have quite a firm grip."

"Such things happen when you're railed into the wall losing your virginity."

Obi Wan's lips curled into a smirk. "If I do recall, you seemed to enjoy it quite a bit."

"Don't flatter yourself-,"

"Your vocabulary seemed quite specific about that last night, or am I wrong?"

Jaia's cheeks burned, distant memories of moaning his name over and over gracing her thoughts. The memories intoxicated her, making her feel hot, the blankets hardly necessary anymore. "Please," she began, huffing her words, "Don't rub it in."

"I would never."

"I'm serious, Obi Wan, or I'll never come back, I swear." Jaia's words were stern and certain, though her severity was extremely forced. She felt as though it were necessary to put on a front in order to maintain some bit of pride in herself.

"I wasn't aware we were making this a constant ordeal," He was more than satisfied, his eyes trailing down to admire Jaia's purpled lips.

Jaia was too annoyed to respond. Instead, she took the defeat, resting on her back and trying to focus her mind on waking up. Unfortunately for her, Obi Wan's comment had awakened her mind in a different way, sending her thoughts wild. Was this going to be something constant?

"Obi Wan," she started, hesitant.

"Yes?"

"Is this going to be constant?" In response, he furrowed his brows at her question, his eyes falling to the spot on the bed where they had slept pressed against one another only minutes before. It wasn't a question Obi Wan was prepared to answer- he didn't think he had the authority to do so, either. "You know what- it's fine, don't answer that," Jaia stopped herself, her voice stern.

"What we did last night was-," he trailed off, "I just think we both need time to think about what we have done."

"Just last night you said-,"

"I know what I said," Obi Wan cut her off, assertive and strong, "But it was different then. Both of us were-...,"

"Horny?"

"I was going to say clouded, Jaia, my stars," Obi Wan's cheeks went red, annoyance being displayed in order to hide his embarrassment. "Still," he continued, "What I said last night about attachment doesn't excuse the intolerable behavior."