Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

Back Rubs

Warnings: Fluff! Established relationship, intimacy, reader takes off their shirt but it's really casual, being sore from exercise, Obi Wan with glasses (It's only a warning because it's so hot!) I didn't edit this cause I'm tired!

You walked into your apartment, the door shutting behind you as you let out a tired sigh, the weight of a hard day rolling off of you. Shoulders slumped, you dragged yourself into the bedroom, discarding your shoes somewhere in the hallway to be worried about later.

When you reached the inviting bedroom, your eyes fell to the man sitting in the chair near the bed. His Jedi robes had been traded in for a more comfortable set of sweatpants and a t- shirt. Reading glasses rested against his nose and his gaze was entranced in the book held in his hands.

"My bones hurt." You whined, walking through the doorway. Obi Wan watched you with a smirk as you shuffled over towards the bed.

"I...don't think that's how it works." He said, his Couruscanti accent holding a teasing edge.

You flopped down on the bed and face planted into the pillows in a very undignified manner. "MY BONES HURT!" You groaned, your voice muffled by the pillows.

The Jedi chuckled, marking his place before putting his book down. "Is there anything I can do to help your poor bones?" There was a beat of silence before an inaudible response rose from the lump on the bed that was you. "Pardon?" Obi asked.

You lifted your head up, the rest of your body lying there like a limp noodle. "Can you rub my back?"

He rose from his chair and knelt beside you on the bed. "Of course darling." You smiled into the fabric of the pillow, pondering how you ever got lucky enough to be with such a man. "May I take this off?" He asked, tugging gently at the sleeve of your top. You nodded and sat up, helping him to remove the barrier before plopping back down on the bed again.

Obi Wan moved so that he was straddling your lower waist, his warm hands slid down your bare back, gently rubbing over the sore muscles before bringing his hands up to knead your tight shoulders. You closed your eyes and let yourself relax into his touch, allowing his skilled hands to expel all the ache from your body.

You let out the smallest of groans as his thumbs pressed into your muscles. "There?" He asked, picking up on your small reaction. You let out a hum, acknowledging that he was correct with his presumption.

Brows furrowed in concentration, Obi Wan worked all the knots out of you, his large, soothing hands running over every inch of skin, lulling you into a peaceful trance that not even the deepest of meditations seemed to put you in.

Once the knots were gone, Obi simply spent a little bit of time stroking your skin, making invisible patterns out of the scars and freckles that decorated your body. You could not have been more content.

"You know," He said, breaking the soft silence that had crept into the bedroom. "You really need to be easier on yourself with training. You work yourself too hard darling."

"Well, if this is what I get afterwards, I think it's well worth it."

Obi shook his head in affectionate disapproval and sighed before lowering his head down, letting his lips gently brush against your shoulder blade, his beard tickling the skin there, making your heart flutter. "do you at least feel any better?"

"Oh a million times better, thank you!"

"Anytime darling." He said as he moved off of your back.

"Obi?" You asked, turning over onto your side so that you could face him.

"Yes?"

"I love you." You said with a sheepish grin.

He smiled down at you, pure adoration radiation off of his gaze as he brought his hand up to cup your cheek. "I love you too." With that he moved his face down to yours and captured your lips in a sweet kiss.