surrender || obikin [COMPLETED]

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The desperation in my eyes didn't seem to work on him- for he sighed, looking down at the floor as he wordlessly pulled me close to him, his face tucking itself into the nook where my shoulder met my neck. I felt one tear of his soak through my robes as he kissed the soft, pale skin below my chin, across my jaw, then my temple, before whispering in my ear. "I could never hurt you, Obi-Wan." His kisses continued, and I simply sat there, my arms laying loosely on his hips.

I sat in silence as he continued his loving assault on my neck, tugging at my robes to bare my shoulders. He moved his lips across my collarbone, nipping and sucking gently until the skin under my robes was dotted with red marks that I could tell would be staying for a long time. Idly playing with his hair, I sighed as I decided, once again, not to deal with this now; decided that since Anakin was clearly not leaving, I might as well make what I could of it. His lips returned to mine and I wrapped my arms around his back, tucking my chilled fingers into the folds of his robes.

To say we 'made out' would be hyperbole, but to suggest that it was only a kiss would be to put it too lightly. As our lips moved against each other, I felt all of the stress of war unwinding from my core, his love coaxing the dreadful feelings of grief, frustration, and deadly responsibility away from me. His mind was a constant crutch to my weary one, and I let his strength fill me up- let him make me anew.

I felt him try to deepen our kiss, so I tugged at his lower lip with my teeth, hoping he would slow down, but his tongue entered instead, flicking over the roof of my mouth. Surprised at this sudden move of his, I made a noise. "Mmph~!" To my dismay, I couldn't tell if it was an exclamation of alarm, or... something else.

With a chuckle, he pulled back, and I dazedly took in his appearance: hair messily tousled from my fingers running through it, lips red and swollen from my teeth against them, robes loosened slightly from where I had tugged at them. It was quite a sight to see- my former padawan completely ruffled and aroused under my hands; the lustful thoughts he let through his shields sent a shiver up my spine. But what struck me was his eyes- looking both excited and bittersweet, for he knew this cheating moment of ours would have to end at some point.

I noted for the hundredth time that his eyelashes were very long and beautiful.

He slipped off his gloves, placing his hands- metal and flesh- on my thighs as he continued his kiss. Neither of us had spoken for a long time. I felt him attacking my bottom lip- gently, somehow- and opened my mouth for him again. This time I was prepared for him to deepen the kiss, so I let him, feeling his grip on my legs tighten almost imperceptibly. One hand of his pushed me backwards on the counter until my back pressed up against the wall. His hips pressed against mine, and I leaned my head back- my eyelids suddenly feeling very heavy, my head very light.

The feeling of Anakin was intoxicating; his kisses, the barely audible noises he was making, his force signature- kriff, it was incredible. I let myself merge almost entirely with his mind until I had a hard time figuring out what feeling was whose. His metal hand slid upwards under the folds of my tunic, the chilled metal sending waves of chills rushing down my spine and up my legs. I shivered, and an undignified noise exited my mouth, to Anakin's apparent delight. He pulled away from the kiss only to move his lips to my chest, his teeth nipping at my soft, freckled skin.

My fingers moved to his cheeks, his neck, moving upwards and sliding through his hair; gripping the long golden locks in my fists as I huffed another breathy sound, completely unable to control myself. His hands slid upwards, gripping my hips, his kiss somehow deepening further, before he pulled back, a tousled, breathless look in his eyes that made me resent clothing.

Moving his hands back to my thighs, he opened his mouth to say something, but I shook my head, murmuring a 'shush' as I reached out and grabbed the front of his tunic to pull him towards me. My lips collided with his neck, and I practically attacked him- my teeth and tongue working to leave marks all across his shoulders, neck, chest, until I got some sort of noise from him.

Our hasty, sloppy, drowsy exchange continued for a while until we both seemed to have vented most of our pent-up desire, the slight adrenaline wearing off. I glanced at the holo-clock, and groaned at the hour.

4:15 AM, GALACTIC STANDARD

We remained in silence, both of us staring absentmindedly at some random object in the room, acting as though what had just happened... hadn't. Neither of us seemed to want to face reality, so we didn't.

I kicked my legs back and forth absently under the counter, my hands still tucked into the folds of his robes on his lower back. I moved them up around his shoulders, gripping the chocolate brown fabric gently, pressing a kiss to his neck, mumbling incoherently, linking my ankles around his waist.

"It's late.." I rasped into his neck, my voice hoarse from disuse and fatigue. He nodded, and pecked my temple once before taking his hands off my thighs and threading his arms under my shoulders, pulling my body towards him until my chest rested tightly against his. He lifted me off the counter, and I leaned forward, nuzzling my face deeper into his shoulder as he carried me across the room to my bed. Shifting me expertly to one side, he peeled back the sheets with a free hand.

"I can do this myself, Anakin..." I tried to push myself out of his grip, but he was strong and I was tired. Anakin pressed a peck to my neck. "Of course you can." Tired Obi-Wan wanted to be taken care of, so I gave in and practically went limp. He set me down, and I stretched out gratefully, letting my head fall back on my pillow as he pulled off my boots. As my mind began its slow descent into sleep, I felt foggy.

I tugged off my belt, rolling onto my back and letting him slip off the outer layers of my tunic until only my undershirt and trousers remained. He pressed a kiss to my forehead, and moved to stand, but my hand shot out and grabbed the back of his tunics. I pulled him backwards with enough force to make him fall backwards onto my mattress, into my arms. I brushed the hair from his semi-startled eyes and whispered drowsily into his ear.

"Stay here. I want to be in your arms again, Anakin." His eyebrows raised at me, and he teased me. "Being forward now, are we?" My brows furrowed drowsily. "Don't make me take it back." This silenced him, and he kicked off his boots, practically ripping off his belt and tunic until he wore only his trousers. With a yawn, I rolled onto my side, eyelids fluttering shut. I felt his arms wrap around me, one under my neck, resting on my chest, the other around my waist, sitting on my stomach. I relaxed back into him.

"Goodnight Ani.." I yawned, trying to fall asleep. I had nearly drifted off when he began to suck absently at the back of my neck, marking me again, and again. "Goodnight, Ani-" I repeated sternly. Taking the hint, he leaned forward and kissed my jaw once before he lay his head back against the pillow, clutching me closer to him as he finally finished his conquest to claim my skin.

The moment felt so right, and so terribly wrong at the same time- but I payed it no mind as I drifted off, my legs mingling with his under my sheets, our hearts beating treacherously for each other as the pacifying silence of the force rocked us to bed.