To Love is to Hurt | 4 ➸ Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Wolffe
liSTEN im sorry for how long this has taken, and that this is sort of a short chapter, it’s been a very difficult few months (im recovering from mono as i post this) so its taken me a while fskkfd
You continue to hide your rekindled relationship with Commander Wolffe, while your master begins to show you a random burst of affection.
warnings: angst?, making out, one (1) sleepy kiss, kind of manipulative obi-wan lol, jealous obi, unedited pls ignore any typos
word count: 2.4k (shes short i know im sorry)
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“You should...have paid...attention...to the debrief.”
A giggle escapes you as you press kisses to Wolffe’s mouth, unable to take his scolding seriously as he winds his arms around your waist and pulls you close.
“Well I would have if you weren't such a big distraction,” you tease, burying your face into his neck and continuing your trail of kisses. “Besides you have it all memorized anyway.”
“Me? A distraction?” he protests incredulously, even as he lifts you to wrap your legs around his waist and presses you into the closed door. “If anyone is a distraction here, little one, it's you.”
You snort skeptically as he winds his fingers through your hair, tugging it so that you lift your face from his neck to look at him. His expression is soft as he looks down at you, warmth flaring in your chest at the knowledge that you're the only one to see him this way.
“Wolffe…” you murmur, before he cuts you off with the gentle press of his mouth against yours. A soft noise of contentment escapes you as he presses you further into the door, lips moving softly on yours.
Wolffe kisses you with a reverance, one of his arms staying wrapped around your waist, cradling you to him, while the other hand cupping the back of your head.
“Missed you,” he mumbles into your mouth, “Missed this, missed you so much.”
You whine softly and cup his face between your hands, pulling him impossibly closer. Wolffe hums softly and rolls his hips into yours, his hand slipping under your tunic and rubbing gentle circles-
Beep!
Wolffe breaks away from your lips with a sigh, murmuring a soft apology and setting you back down on the floor. You ignore him as he speaks into his comm, peppering soft kisses over his collarbone. Wolffe inhales sharply when you slide over your tongue over his pulse and stutters, grip tightening on your hip.
“Y-yes,” you vaguely hear him say, voice tight, “I will be there shortly.” With another beep, the conversation seems to end, and a hand comes back to cup your jaw.
“I…have to go,” Wolffe murmurs reluctantly. You pout up at him, but your smile gives you away, understanding the duties that you both have to the Republic above all else.
“I know,” you reassure, pressing your face further into his palm. “Go, I’ll see you on the ship, if not before then.” Wolffe glances down at you fondly for a moment, before stealing a kiss and disappearing down the hallway and through the door.
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“I can hear you overthinking.”
You gasp incredulously at the sharp flick to your temple, causing you to open your eyes. You glare up at Obi-Wan for a moment when he gives you a playful smile.
“Right,” you say quickly, straightening your back and adjusting yourself on the floor, “Sorry.”
“It’s alright, young one,” he assures you with a sigh, “Are you alright? You seem distracted.”
You tense at the question, avoiding Obi-Wan’s piercing gaze as he waits for an answer. Your Master smoothes a hand over your back in what’s meant to be a soothing motion as he sits beside you.
“Is it your trials?” he probes gently, “You still have a few more months before you have to take them, and I am more than confident you will pass. You are…one of the brightest students I’ve had the privilege to come across, as well as teach,”
You look down at your hands, a flush creeping up your cheeks at the praise.
“Master,” you murmur shyly, “I…I don't know what to say.”
“Don't say anything,” Obi-Wan reassures, a smile playing upon his lips, “you should focus on meditating properly.” You let out a short laugh, readjusting yourself once again and taking a deep breath.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, I will,” you laugh.
Obi chuckles softly, giving you a fond glance as he takes your hand. You look back at him again, shifting nervously under his piercing gaze.
“Y/N…” His other hand comes up to brush a strand of hair out of your face, heat rising to your face at the action. You resist the urge to look away, breath hitching as his gaze roams your face. Obi-Wan’s hand remains on your face, his palm warm against your cheek as you can't help but press into it, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation.
“I'm sorry,” he murmurs softly, “if I've been harsh on you.”
Your heart clenches painfully at the sincerity in his voice, the pang of guilt in your chest quickly forgotten with the way he’s so soft with you. He hasn't treated you like this since Satine’s return into his life, and you greedily take all the affection he'll give you.
“It's alright,” you reassure softly, letting your head drop fully into his palm as his thumb strokes your cheeks. “You just wanted to protect me.”
“I did,” he whispers as you open your eyes, “I do.”
His piercing gaze locks you in place, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows almost nervously. In that moment you can feel your bond through the Force begin to strengthen once again, the warmth of his signature entangling with your own in a way that it hadn't in too long.
You can't help the tiny smile that pulls at the corners of your lips, nor the way you lean into Obi-Wan as his arms snake around you. Somehow finding yourself curled into his chest, head tucked under his chin. You take a deep breath, relaxing into your Master’s embrace for the first time in a long time, the soft smile still playing on your lips as his grip tightens.
“Master, I might fall asleep like this,” you murmur into his chest, drawing out an amused snort from Obi.
“That’s alright little one,” he assures you quietly, “I just might as well.”
A soft giggle escapes you, in turn drawing a chuckle from deep within his chest that vibrates against your temple.
“What about meditating?” you tease sleepily, energy leaving you with every second.
“You could use the rest,” Obi replies, “We all could with the way this war is going. It’s alright, little one, I’ll take you back to your room.”
You hum an unintelligible agreement as you bury your face deeper into Obi-Wan’s chest, the exhaustion hitting you all at once. You're vaguely aware of his arms finding their way under your back and knees, but by the time he's standing up with you in his arms, you've already fallen asleep.
Obi-Wan can't help but glance down at you every few moments as he makes your way to your quarters, a peaceful expression on your sleeping face that he feels he hasn't seen in months. A pang of fondness shoots through him every time he looks at you, accompanied by a flicker of sadness and fear at the thought of your trials being so soon.
You were found late, and started your training late, making you a special case in the eyes of the Council. Yet they still allowed him to train you because of your closeness in age with Anakin, the companionship having been proven to help you even when Anakin had passed his own trials.
What Obi-Wan hadn't expected was the fondness he would feel for you, your Force bond forming faster than anything he’d experienced before. The fear he felt when he felt the distance you'd put between you made him nearly sick to his stomach, forcing an internal struggle as he grappled with his loyalty to the Code and the Jedi Order and his desperation for you. The return of Satine into his life made it all the more difficult, old feelings and infatuations rising up again until he no longer knew what to focus on.
But now you were back here in his arms, content as you curled deeper into his warmth. He takes his time during the walk back to your quarters, not willing to let you go quite yet.
He's almost too distracted by you as he rounds the corner that he nearly misses the two clone commanders walking towards him.
“General!”
The sound of a voice brings him out of his trance, looking up from your sleeping face to see Cody and Wolffe walking towards him. Subconsciously, Obi-Wan’s grip tightens around you at the sight of Wolffe, and he has to fight to keep his expression neutral. Neither of the clone commanders is wearing their helmets, exposing the miniscule changes in Wolffe’s own expression, his eyes widening the slightest bit and his eyebrow raising at the sight of you in Obi-Wan’s arms.
“What's happening here?” Cody asks, tone dripping with amusement at your passed out form.
“She fell asleep during meditation,” Obi-Wan explains with a chuckle, “She needed the rest anyways, I thought I might take her back to her quarters.”
Wolffe tenses at the words, fist flexing at his side as he avoids looking at Obi-Wan. His eyes flicker to you when Cody laughs, saying something or other about how he was never this soft on Anakin.
Obi-Wan chuckles again, readjusitng his grip on you so you were pressed more tightly against him. Wolffe gulps as his gaze meets Obi-Wan’s briefly, while Cody remains blissfully unaware of the tension.
“I…will drop this one off in her quarters,” Obi finally says, beginning to step around the pair of commanders, “Cody, I will catch up with you later.”
Cody mutters something in agreement, but Wolffe isn’t listening, focused on watching Obi-Wan’s back as he walks away with you in his arms. A pang of bitter jealousy flashes through his chest when he catches sight of Obi-Wan’s head dipping for a moment to nuzzle against your temple.
Wolffe’s hand curls into a fist, and he has to turn and walk away before he does or says something he’ll regret. If Cody notices his lack of responses as he chatters on, he doesn't mention it, and Wolffe is grateful, conflicting emotions warring inside his head at what he'd just seen.
By the time Obi-Wan is approaching your room, you've started to stir the slightest bit, almost as if you could sense where you are. Obi punches in the code to your room, smiling softly when the combination of yours, his, and Anakin’s Name Days unlocks the door with a hiss.
He hasn't been to your quarters in a while, gaze roaming around the room as he takes it in. There's a stack of books on the desk, and a few more strewn across the room. The door to your closet is slightly open, exposing the more than usual amount of your clothes missing from inside. Obi frowns slightly, but his attention is drawn away when you mumble and stir in his arms.
“Shh, it’s alright,” he shushes you softly, making his way to your bed as he deposits you gently. He frowns slightly as he peels back the sheets to manuever you under them. Your bed has been perfectly made, something out of character for you.
Why make your bed when you wake up when you're just going to get back into it at night? you’d argued months ago.
He gently tugs the covers over you, watching fondly as your body relaxes into the warmth. Obi-Wan can’t help but brush your hair out of your eyes again, fingertips dragging along your temple when you stir at his touch. You mumble something unintelligible, making Obi’s brows furrow for a moment as he bends down closer to you. “Hm? What was that?”
“Stay, please,” you repeat, words slurred and eyes blurry as you reach for him weakly. He let's you catch his hand on his own, glancing between your linked fingers and your face. He knows he should, but Obi-Wan can feel his resolve weaken as you blink slowly up at him.
He almost - almost - manages to pull away and tell you he’d see you tomorrow, but your grip tightens on his hand, and his willpower splinters.
“Alright,” he murmurs soothingly, “I'll stay, little one, give me a moment.”
You make a soft, content noise at his answer and let your hand drop from his. Obi-Wan shakes his head with a soft smile, fingers undoing the ties of his robes as he walks towards the couch chair in the corner of your room.
A pile of dark fabric catches his eyes as the robes slip from Obi’s shoulders. He drapes his robes over the back of the chair before reaching for them, feeling the material for a moment before picking them up.
GAR issued blacks.
Commander Wolffe’s most likely.
Obi-Wan scowls, swiftly walking to the closet and sliding open the door and tossing the blacks messily onto the closet floor, before closing it once again. He tries to crush the bitter spark of jealousy in his chest, and possessiveness over you from the commander. He knows what he's feeling is wrong, he knows it's against the code, he knows that you’re his Padawan for kriff’s sake, but he can't help his resentment towards Wolffe for the way he’s touched you, been with you.
A quiet mumble from you draws him out of his thoughts, jealousy mostly forgotten as he climbs gingerly into bed beside you. You turn over when he slides under the covers, pressing yourself to Obi-Wan as soon as you can. You squish your face into the junction of his neck and shoulders, clinging to him needily as you seek warmth. Your arms wrap around him sloppily, your hand cupping the back of his neck to keep him from moving away from you as you cuddle into him.
Obi-Wan startles as you glue your body to his, your desperation making him swallow and take a shuddering breath. He let's you hold onto him, not planning to move after his initial shock. In fact, he embraces you, his hold tightening as if he could possibly get you closer. You hum happily at the squeeze, nuzzling into him as you squish your nose against his jaw.
He can't help but glance down at you, the movement putting his mouth far too close to yours. He should move, he should pull his gaze away. But then you - lovely, sweet, doe-eyed you - nudge closer, half-lidded eyes blinking at him when your lips slot together. He doesn't fight it - he can’t - and neither do you, warmth spreading through your entire body at the feeling of Obi’s kiss.
It isn't long, maybe a few seconds, but it’s enough to shake Obi-Wan to his core. If you were more awake, it might have shaken you too, but then your mouths separate with a soft noise, your face dropping back to bury in his neck.
When Obi-Wan’s eyes flutter back open, you're already asleep.
