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Chapter IV: The Seed
"Anakin, what do you see in front of you?"
Anakin and Obi-Wan stood before a mirror in one of the many meditation chambers in the Temple as the morning sun rose from the horizon. Obi-Wan had a tendency to start the young Padawans day early - much earlier than he would have liked. But Anakin could do nothing about his Master's way of teaching. Just follow along and listen well. But Obi-Wan also had an unorthodox way of teaching, much like that of his departed and beloved Master - lectures would often come out of nowhere, or he would use common things to instruct his Padawan, like the mirror they were standing in front of. It was that way of instruction that made Obi-Wan a rather unique Jedi Master, and one Anakin wouldn't trade the world for.
Anakin turned his head and gave his Master a sideways glance, thinking he had lost it. "Me and you, Master. And what's outside. Thruster to thruster traffic, as usual." he replied, focused upon the mirror once more, a smile on his face.
Obi-Wan laughed against Anakin's shoulder. "That's not what I meant, silly. Look harder...and feel what is displayed in front of you. Focus." Anakin focused again, his hands held by those of his Master. His shoulders relaxed, his eyes looked beyond what was naturally viewable to his eyes. He began to squint.
"I see...many things, Master. And feel - I can feel much in what is before my eyes. I feel at peace. Content. What...does it mean?" Anakin said, his heart and body warm with the reflection's soothing vibes.
"That there is much more to life than what is naturally displayed before us. Much more behind the people we meet." Obi-Wan explained and came to pause for a minute as his arms came from around Anakin's waist.
"You see Anakin, it is natural for us to want to see only what we would like - the outside - and judge this facade merely on the way it may look. We purposely avoid exposing ourselves to what is within a person, or creature, out of fear that what we may find is contrary to what one believes in. So, as Jedi Knights, it is important that we focus on what's displayed before us as a whole, the outside and the inside. You understand?"
"Yes, Master. There's much hostility in the galaxy today and someday, the chaos might come back to haunt those who caused it. That's why it's important that everyone exist together, peacefully."
"Very good, Padawan. That is correct. But it's important that, as guardians of peace in the galaxy, that we too try not to resort to such force. That is where a keenness for diplomacy comes in handy. But, we will save that for another day - the Council informed me earlier that we have been given a few days rest; they are also quite pleased with our performance."
Anakin nearly burst with relish. The thing he had been craving for so long was now ripe for the taking. Quiet time, together, with his Obi-Wan, in the comforting arms of the paradise he yearned for. His index finger traced up Obi-Wan's arm, crawled towards his shoulder; there, it tickled the back of Kenobi's ear. The Master shivered at the touch, a fire building inside of him. Anakin, struck by another voracious craving, this time for the taste of Obi-Wan's creamy smooth flesh against his tongue, the feel of his lips torturing the all but uncontrollable teenage sexual urge that gripped him.
"Master...I want you. Please...it hurts so much, this longing." Anakin shuddered. Obi-Wan turned to face his Padawan, a bright fire burning in his usually cool blue eyes. Kenobi stepped forward, hands roaming the smooth mix of fabric and leather covering Anakin's chest. Eagerly, the hands pulled at the teenager's utility belt, unbuckling it. In that instant, Anakin's robes grew disheveled and spread apart by Obi-Wan's hands. Anakin took a deep breath. His cock grew hot with need, trembled with desire. Aching. Beautiful, sweet aching. Anakin craved this, needed this.
"Oh Anakin," Obi-Wan breathed, his lips engulfing Anakin's own in a luscious kiss. "Anakin...Ani, my love. It hurts me too." Obi-Wan whispered; Anakin's hands cupped his buttocks, caressed them, fingers wanting to open him gently. God, he was so hard. Obi-Wan was hard. They would ache tenderly together, now naked, raw and vulnerable to all around them. "Anakin...please, let me..."
The Padawan swallowed hard, his sex now feverishly aching between his legs. A proposition. A joining of two souls who yearned to become one. Two hearts no longer bleeding from the passion that filled them. They were to join, to become one heart and body. Anakin lowered his defenses, now on the floor with Obi-Wan smothering him with all the love and affection he could muster. Obi-Wan, licking the smooth curve of Anakin's collar bone. His nipples. The impressively taut and lean body. Eager hands - Obi-Wan's hands - burning a trail down Anakin's thighs. The Padawan shuddered. Obi-Wan, licking his inner thigh and coming closer to his aching cock. Anakin never felt so raw and vulnerable; the claiming of his sex now evident in Obi-Wan's mouth. Inch by sweet, delicious inch, Kenobi devoured the smoothness of his Padawan's shaft until he could no longer. Anakin opened his legs, his body trembling. Finally after much sweet agony, the violent release of his seed drenched Kenobi's mouth. Anakin, still craving, wanted more.
A convergence of Master and Padawan ensued, hot and passionate, and so very long overdue. A sexual coming of age for young Skywalker. A resurrection of memories of past for Master Kenobi - he too was about Anakin's age when he and Master Jinn confessed their love for one another through a passionate night of lovemaking. Anakin and Obi- Wan lay still on the floor, still joined, with the sun basking their naked bodies in glorious warmth. The gods, smiling down on them, giving them their coveted blessings. Finding comfort and security in each other's arms, Master and Apprentice allowed themselves to drift, to be carried into the ocean of slumber that awaited them.
"Anakin? Anakin, are you ok? You look a little flushed."
Obi-Wan looked at his apprentice as they sat there in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, enjoying the beautiful waterfalls and various kinds of flowers scattered throughout. Anakin, Obi-Wan noticed, had recently became distant and aloof. He was also more tired than usual, for a boy of his age anyway. In the first weeks of this change, Obi- Wan just thought of his Padawan's lack of energy and fatigue as a part of the rigorous training they did everyday. Nothing to worry about. A few days of good rest and he would be back to normal and loaded with all the robust energy he could handle. But things didn't exactly go the way Obi-Wan had hoped. In fact, Anakin just got worse, much worse. Sometimes, as his Master tried to wake him, he would just continue to sleep as if he heard nothing. Because of his lethargy, the young man would sometimes miss his days worth of instruction by staying in his bed for what seemed like hours. That, coupled with his irritability and more recently, his constant complaints of headaches and sudden bouts of sobbing, was immediate cause of concern for Obi- Wan.
Anakin gave his Master a blank, vacant stare. His mind was clearly somewhere else. He shook his head and laid down on the grassy floor. "Master..." he mumbled, reaching for Obi-Wan's hand. "I don't feel too well. I feel...kinda sick. Tired...so..." the teen's usually strong and thick voice was fading into nothing but a mere whisper on the wind. His eyes closed, his grip around Obi-Wan's hand had grew dangerously weak. Obi-Wan leaned down close to Anakin and ran his fingers through his hair. "Anakin? Ani, what's wrong? Padawan?" asked Obi-Wan, still squeezing Anakin's hand. Realizing that something was terribly wrong with his Padawan, Obi-Wan voiced a cry for help, hoping some of the other people in the large room would be able to offer him some assistance.
With the help of a couple students, Obi-Wan was able to get Anakin to the Infirmary so the healers could take a nice, good look at him and maybe, just maybe, provide him some answers on Anakin's condition. But for now, that would have to wait, just like he had to wait, to sit and stand, pace, and fret, hoping and praying everything was all right. Anakin hadn't looked himself, wasn't acting like himself. Obi-Wan, while concerned during the median stages of whatever was troubling Anakin, his concern now exploded into all out fear. It was then, during an attempt to ease himself, that Obi-Wan was finally approached by the healer in charge of Anakin.
"Is he going to be all right? What's wrong with him?" Obi-Wan asked.
The healer raised a calming hand. "Easy, Master Kenobi. Padawan Skywalker is fine and resting in the ward - they're just performing a few tests before letting him go."
"Tests? What kind of tests? What is wrong?"
"Blood and urine analysis and an EKG - we want to make sure that his heart is strong and functioning properly. The blood and urine analysis are being done just to make sure Anemia or some type of kidney infection isn't present. I don't think you have anything to worry about."
"The hell I don't. He's been like this for weeks - but he's gotten worse only recently. This..this was the final straw."
The healer's eyebrows knitted together, her arms became crossed. Concern had twisted her face. "Wait, what do you mean he's been like this for weeks? You mean, this didn't happen just out of the blue?"
"That's exactly what I'm telling you. He tires easily, and sleeps more than he should. His concentration has sliced in half - one minute he's attentive, the next minute he's all but oblivious. He gets headaches, bad ones and mainly during the night. He gets cranky easily, and emotional."
The healer looked to be thinking deeply.
Obi-Wan waited. And waited. And waited some more.
"Well, he is seventeen-years-old, Master Kenobi. He's at an awkward stage in his life right now - what we call the last stages of puberty. His body is still maturing into adulthood - for all we know, the symptoms you've mentioned to me could be nothing more than on account of this natural process. But that is why we've decided to do some tests just to make sure everything is all right."
The chime of a technician's voice echoed down the hall. "Healer Yvonne, the results of the tests are in. Please, come take a look."
Healer Yvonne kindly escorted Obi-Wan down the hall with her on her way to the room where Anakin was currently resting. Along the way, Obi-Wan tried to keep a calm frame of mind intact regardless of the fact that he was still crawling in the dark when it came to some answers. When they entered, there was Anakin lying on the exam table, bobbing his head from side to side and murmuring incoherent words. He seemed to be in a state of consciousness, crossed by subconscious dreaming. Obi-Wan quickly rushed to Anakin's side and took hold of his hand, squeezing it gently as way of letting him know that he was there, he was with him. To reassure him further, Obi-Wan placed a kiss on Anakin's forehead and ran his fingers gently through his hair.
"Master... Is...that you? W-where am I?"
Obi-Wan inched closer to Anakin. Their noses touched in a soft nuzzle. Obi-Wan kissed Anakin's cheek. "Yes. I'm here, I'm right here Ani. Your going to be all right. Your in the Infirmary. You'll be all right..."
Then, the words Obi-Wan hoped he wouldn't hear, didn't want to hear, "Master Obi-Wan...there's a problem."
The Jedi Master's heart cracked. "What...kind of problem?"
"Well, his blood and kidneys are perfectly fine. But...for some reason, his hormonal output is exceedingly higher than usual. It's not the average of a boy his age, puberty included. I'd like to run another test. Anakin, strip down to your leggings for me."
Yvonne exited the room to give Anakin his privacy. Obi-Wan came to embrace him midway through undressing, sensing his fear and discomfort. "I'm scared, Master. What if something is wrong? What if I'm dying or something?" Anakin trembled, his eyes welling up with the smallest of tears.
Obi-Wan gently hushed the teenager. "Shhh, it's going to be all right. You are not going to die, you hear me Anakin Skywalker? Your going to be just fine; we'll see this through...together." A kiss to his lips followed, Anakin finished stripping down to nothing but his leggings and undershirt. He called the healer back into the room.
Yvonne returned with a strange scanning device, wheeling it in behind her as she entered. After booting it up, she kindly instructed Anakin to take his shirt off and lay still, yet comfortable, while she applied a chilling, clear gel to his stomach. Anakin shivered at the cool sensation, and at the transducer roaming across his belly. "Too cold? I'll remember to warm it up next time hon. Now, just relax and breathe normally while we have a look around in here. Perhaps we will find something." Anakin shifted his position into a more comfortable one and, together with Obi-Wan, watched the fantastically vibrant image of his insides on the monitor in front of them. What could she possibly be looking for? I hope everything is ok. Oh Ani, please be all right. Obi-Wan said to himself. His eyes stuck to the monitor like glue but were unsure of what exactly to look for.
"Well, would you take a look at that. That's...Force, that's incredible. Anakin, Master Kenobi...I think we've found what is ailing our young Padawan here..." Her voice had an incredibly enthusiastic tone to it. Peculiar for something as serious as this. "Take a look..." Yvonne stepped aside.
Neither the Jedi Master or his Padawan were able to make out the image clear enough to make a prudent judgment. "I don't understand. I don't see anything." Obi-Wan squinted.
Yvonne took a finger to the monitor and circled the object in question as if her finger were a pen. "Look. Right where I've circled. It's hard to see, but it's there. Can you see it?"
Anakin squinted his eyes. "Barely. What could it be? Better yet, what does it mean? I'm going to die aren't I? That's some kind of cancer."
His brooding comment was met with a laugh from Healer Yvonne, then a warm smile. "It doesn't mean your going to die, Padawan. Your very healthy. But, it does in fact explain why you haven't been feeling like yourself lately - your pregnant! And that little thing in there is your baby."
Obi-Wan had to pick his jaw up off the floor, total shock and disbelief written all over his face. Anakin was frozen, in suspended animation. He managed to get himself to swallow and wet his parched lips and throat. "Baby? Pregnant? Your just pulling my leg here, aren't you?" he asked, dazed and confused.
"Yes Anakin, you are with child - as they say."
"Ahem. Pardon me, Yvonne but, Anakin is male. How can he be carrying a child?"
"I'm well aware that Anakin is male, Master Kenobi. But unfortunately I'm afraid I can't quite explain how this occurred. But what I do know is that there is in fact a child in there, developing quite nicely I might add."
Obi-Wan placed a warm hand on Anakin's flat belly, feeling all but so overwhelmed that he would combust. "...How many weeks?" he finally got himself to say.
"Well, from what we have been able to tell, based on analysis and development, baby is at least at week eleven of gestation. In other words, Anakin is about three months along and getting ready to enter the fourth month and second trimester."
Obi-Wan could do nothing but take a deep breath and ask himself how this could be happening. This couldn't be happening. Women were the bearers of children, not men. Yes, that's what this all was, some twisted dream; Obi-Wan told himself he would wake up any minute, in his bed. He would wake up in a few seconds...he waited...still no waking. Unbelievable. Perhaps this wasn't a dream. It was too beautiful to be a nightmare. It was happening, but for reasons Obi- Wan knew nothing of. His Padawan, his Ani, was with child. "...Understood. Where do we go from here? What are his options?"
Yvonne was kind enough to clean off Anakin's stomach with a simple towel and turned the device off. Anakin was allowed to sit up again. "Well, he's going to be entering the second trimester so his first trimester symptoms - the headaches, the irritability, stuff like that - should slowly begin to ease up. This is often times the most comfortable trimester for most women, as they are able to really start enjoying the little miracle growing inside of them. Unfortunately, it is not my place to decide the options available to you. Only Anakin and yourself can truly decide what it is you want to do..."
Anakin wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan's neck and pulled him down closer to him; a soft kiss to his earlobe followed. The boy was scared, yet so excited and confused. He had so many things to consider - his training being his top priority. He wouldn't be able to train as hard as he was used to, wouldn't be able to go on missions...and then there was the situation with Senator Amidala. What would happen if she found out? Anakin didn't want to know. But then again, he never actually cared about her wishes to begin with. He wished she would just leave him alone so he could be with Obi-Wan. Skywalker looked down at his mid-section, still as flat and taut as ever, though it wouldn't be for long. There was a child inside of him, a growing, beautiful child. His child. Obi-Wan's child. They had been blessed, though, in a completely unusual way.
"Master...I want to keep it. It...deserves to live. Will you...?" He yearningly asked.
"Be there for you? Anakin, I'll be right there with you. I promise. This baby...is a gift from the Force itself - it wills us to love this creation. That is what we will do...together."
Anakin and Obi-Wan turned their attention to Healer Yvonne. A simple nod told her everything. They would be keeping the child. "Understood. Congratulations Padawan Skywalker, Master Kenobi. May the Force bless you both on this journey. Now, I'd like you, Anakin, to work these special exercises and eating habits into your daily routine. Maybe some light stretching, meditation, deep breathing, these things will keep you feeling energetic and healthy - and they're a good way to spend time with your partner. If you haven't been eating healthy already, I highly suggest you do so now. Nutrition is important in having a healthy baby. Incorporate foods high in vitamins and minerals into your diet. Eat six small meals a day as opposed to three large ones. This will help you stay comfortably full without feeling miserable."
Anakin pulled his shirt on again. "Ok..." he replied shyly.
"Very good. Now, Master Kenobi, it is of vital importance that you be a constant support. Your role is just as important. Be attentive to his needs, but give him his space as well. Come with him to every appointment I schedule. Most likely, it will be once every two weeks."
Kenobi squeezed Anakin's shoulder gently in reassurance.
"Excellent. If there is nothing further, I'd like to go ahead and give you a book full of Jedi Relaxation Techniques and stretching exercises you may be interested in doing. Keep it as long as you'd like and try to experiment. Any questions Padawan? Master Obi-Wan?"
They shook their heads. Then, were escorted out of the Infirmary, their lives ultimately changed forever now. Anakin...carrying a child. Medical break-through or Sith damnation? His emotions still ran the gauntlet. He looked to his Master for some kind of comfort, some stability. Maybe he would be able to soothe his ever-changing emotions. "Master...what's going on? This isn't normal. I feel confused and afraid. But I also feel so overwhelmingly happy. "
"You have every right to be those things, my young Padawan. But you must remember to keep calm and to not give in to fear. I will be there with you. Perhaps if we talked with the Council, they would be able to ease your mind."
Anakin and Obi-Wan headed for the Jedi Council.
Obi-Wan and Anakin stood before the Council, their minds racing with equal speed. The Council had been expecting them. Which meant they now knew of their love and the child Anakin was carrying. He waited for Mace or Yoda to tell him that he would be banished from the Order, and separated from his beloved Master. He already started to imagine himself on some other planet, pregnant and alone. There was no denying his fears would be realized now. But, to his surprise, nothing of the threatening sort came from neither Jedi Master.
"Foreseen this, we have. Hmm, yes. Bonded you two are. Love each other you do. With child, Skywalker is."
"Dearly, my Master. My Padawan means much to me, and yet I feel as though I will be rendered inadequate to support him through this. I fear..."
"Hmm, yes. Fearful you are. For your Padawan and child. Something bad happening to them, you fear. Fear not, Master Kenobi. Placed before you this path has been. Support young Skywalker you must."
Obi-Wan bowed in respect, his fears a little less rampant. He could do this. His Padawan stepped forward, ready to be addressed.
Mace Windu laced his fingers together, his demeanor as clam and cool as ever. "My congratulations to you, Padawan. Indeed, you are the Chosen One." A rare smile captivated his handsome yet stern face. "Master Obi-Wan, training of young Skywalker will cease until the child is born. Though, you however may still be requested for missions - your Padawan must stay behind. However, if you must train, we suggest that you do so in the lightest way possible." Mace glanced around the room at his Council colleagues, "Does anyone object?"
"What about the investigation of Senator Amidala's assassin, Master Windu? We have yet to get to the bottom of it, and I do not think it would be very wise to cease all investigative operations on account of this pregnancy." Jedi Master Saessee Tiin asked to Mace's left.
"All investigative missions shall continue, Master Tiin. However, because of the fragility of his Padawan, Master Kenobi has the right to refuse a mission at anytime, unless it is of the highest importance; only then, will he absolutely have to accept the mission."
"If it is possible, Master Windu, I request that my Padawan and I be relocated to a double room. It is important that I be with him during this time." Obi-Wan stressed.
"Understood, Master Kenobi. Your request is effective immediately; we shall forward this directly to the Dormitory Headmaster. If that is all, Master Kenobi, you and your Padawan are dismissed - but, you must return here every couple of weeks to update us on your progress. May the Force be with you."
Obi-Wan and Anakin bowed once more, then, quietly left the Council Chamber.
Obi-Wan and Anakin moved into their bigger quarters later that night. Even before they really unpacked anything, they were already feeling at home and closer than ever before - the small, newly created sign on the door an indication of this. Kenobi/Skywalker was carved into the fine durasteel plating. Inside, they stood in the common room, silently marveling to themselves about how much bigger everything was. A large, lavish and furnished living area. A small dining table done up in black metal and polished steel and built specifically for two people. A small kitchen area complete with all the necessary appliances needed to make both the simplest and most complex meals and food storage locker. Their quarters were on both sides of the room - Anakin couldn't help but joke about how he thought it to be a coincidence that the bathroom was close to his room. He was definitely going to need it.
It was getting close to evening meal time. Obi-Wan sat on the sofa, with Anakin sleeping soundlessly on his lap. Attempting to ease a headache and light-headedness. Besides that, the young man had an especially trying day. It was no wonder why he was so tired. As his Padawan lay curled up against him, Obi-Wan could only watch him and rest his hand on the teenager's stomach. It wasn't much, but he thought he could almost feel a small curve. Perhaps it was one of those things that couldn't be seen, only felt. And, even though still trying to sort everything out in his mind, Obi-Wan smiled as a finger came to brush back a loose lock of ginger-colored hair. He rubbed at his matching beard. Just a few inches below his fingertips was a miracle taking place inside of his Padawan, his friend, and his lover. Force. Anakin your... Obi-Wan said to himself, his eyes locked on the peacefully sleeping teenager below him. Your...carrying a child - our child... But how?
His hand moved from Anakin's belly to his Padawan braid to take the mark of apprenticeship between his index finger and thumb and kissed the top of his forehead. "Ani..." he whispered. The boy flinched a tad, mumbled, and went back to sleep. "Anakin, my love, wake up." he tried again. Anakin opened his eyes and rubbed them. He looked considerably better than he did a few hours ago. Anakin sat up and scratched the back of his neck.
"Evening Master. Are you all right?" he asked, flopping his head to rest on Obi-Wan's shoulder.
Kenobi wrapped his arm around the teen's broad shoulders. "Evening, Padawan. Yes, I'm all right. Do you think your feeling good enough to attend evening meal with me?"
Anakin's eyes nearly popped out; a grin from ear to ear on his handsome face. "Force! Are you kidding me? I'm so hungry I could eat a dead bantha!"
Obi-Wan laughed. Ah, must be cravings. he told himself and took Anakin's hand in his. "Well, don't let me twist your arm or anything." said the Master sarcastically. "Let's change first and then, we'll head down to the dining hall."
When Anakin was just a small boy, Obi-Wan couldn't believe his ravenous appetite. He often joked with the young nine-year-old that he didn't have a stomach, but rather, a bottomless pit. Anakin often joked about himself as well, comparing his gargantuan appetite to that of a dewbacks. The boy could eat large portions of food and still have his never-ending supply of robust energy by the time a meal was over. He would burn it off by playing with a few friends he had made. Now that Anakin was a teenager, and carrying their child, Obi-Wan wasn't going to be surprised if Anakin downed four plates of food. At the least!
"That smell is killing me!" Anakin swooned as he stood in line with Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan steadied the eager and starving young man with his hand on his shoulder. "Is somebody hungry?" he giggled and averted his eyes to Anakin's mid-section. "Be patient, young one."
Anakin cocked an eyebrow and grinned, arms hugging his waist. "Which one?"
Obi-Wan rubbed his bearded cheek against the smoothness of Anakin's. "Either." he giggled and kissed Anakin's cheek. "Though, I'm leaning more towards you at the moment. The little one is just along for the ride at this point."
One bowl of soup. Two plates of fresh salad greens and vegetables. A helping of well-done meat. And still, the insatiable Padawan went back for what would be his second bowl of dessert fruit. And like many promises that had been broken already, Anakin assured Obi-Wan that this was it. He had finished his meal long ago, but watched without surprise at the quantity of food the maturing teenager was able to pack away. Again, Obi-Wan joked about his bottomless pit and laughed. "Blame it on the little one." Anakin joked as he swallowed. After truly finishing his meal, Anakin hopped to his feet, as agile and energetic as ever. They headed back to their quarters to continue unpacking.
It was getting close to midnight when they finished unpacking and organizing their rooms the way they wanted them. Though, Anakin could never make up his mind so, most likely he would again reconfigure his various boxes of scrap parts and tools and creations he had built before finally settling in completely. He could reconfigure as many times as he wanted, just as long as he made sure to keep his robes, tunics and other Jedi attire fresh and clean and his room clean. Obi- Wan and his apprentice sat in the common room, snuggled up together, reading a datapad and book respectfully.
"Can you help me with one of these exercises Master?"
Obi-Wan set his datapad aside on the table. "Of course Anakin. Which one are we doing?"
Anakin pointed his finger to the exercise marked Morning Breathing and read the directions aloud. "Bend forward from the waist with your knees slightly bent, letting your arms dangle close to the floor." He handed the book to Obi-Wan to stand in the instructed position.
"Are you comfortable Anakin? Right, it says here to next inhale slowly and deeply, from nose to mouth, and very slowly uncurl from the current position, lifting your head last."
Anakin performed the next instruction with ease.
"Good Anakin. Next, hold your breath for a few seconds in this standing position."
The Padawan did so.
"Excellent. Now, finally, it says to slowly exhale as you return to the original position. There, that's it. Just like that Ani."
Anakin appeared relaxed and content with himself as he strode over to his Master and took the book from his hand, placed it on the table, and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Just hold me for a minute, Obi-Wan..." he murmured against Kenobi's shoulder. Obi-Wan held Anakin at the waist. His hands moved inward toward his torso and pressed flat up against where he imagined Anakin's stomach to be. "Oh Ani, my love...I'll always be here for you...I promise."
Afterwards, Obi-Wan seen his lover to bed, and even went as far as to make sure he was tucked in to his liking, and kissed the young, beautiful man goodnight. But before he left and Anakin was asleep, Obi-Wan pushed the covers aside with his mind and pulled up Anakin's sleep shirt; a kiss to his belly followed. "Sleep well...my little one."
Obi-Wan himself headed to bed sometime later.
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