– CALLING HOME
pairing ; obi-wan x reader
author’s note ; for kayla since she gave me this lovely blurb idea <3 @morganas-pendragons <3
obi-wan’s deep laughter rings through the air, bouncing throughout the room. his hand comes up to shield his face as he shies away from your view, his boisterous laughter being muffled into quaint chortles and giggles.
you smile and observe him carefully, watching the way his face flushes and how his auburn tussles fall out of their style, framing his tanned cheeks.
he notices you’re watching him and he feels himself blush even more– he doesn’t think that’s possible. obi-wan scratches the back of his neck and nervously laughs, glancing up at you through his lashes.
“(y/n),” his voice breaks the comfortable silence. you raise your brows, tilting you head slightly. he licks his lips and releases a breath, “can i kiss you?”
you feel butterflies in your stomach at his question. you give him a small nod and he feels a bundle of nerves crash into him, excitement filling him.
he releases a shaky exhale before leaning towards you, tentatively raising a hand to cup your cheek.
he feels awkward– how in great maker was becoming a jedi supposed to train him for this? he had been so caught up in the moment, it somehow slips his mind that he’s never done this before.
he feels his hands get clammy and he opts out of touching you, instead, playing off the action as him tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. you smile and lean into his warm, but faint hold.
he’s only inches away and hesitating.
his gaze is flickering from your eyes to your lips– subconsciously licking his own. he lets another breath leave him, feeling the nerves subtly subside as his eyes flutter shut. he leans in closer and puckers his lips, feeling them connect with yours.
it’s an odd feeling, he can’t help but admit. though, he likes this.
your hands end up in his hair, gently massaging his scalp and pulling at the strands– an attempt to ease you both into the kiss. he hums into your lips, arms wrapping around your body. he reluctantly pulls you closer.
you attempt to move your lips and you can tell he tries to copy your actions. but, he seems to get a little too excited and headstrong, his teeth accidentally bumping yours.
he pulls back at the collision, eyes wide with the sudden calm demeanor he was lulled into disappearing. his mouth is agape and he’s beet red– embarrassment beginning to crawl underneath his skin. words spewl from his lips, desperately trying to apologize and form a coherent sentence.
you burst into a fit of giggles and he’s confused.
“what?” he asks, obviously baffled.
you shake your head and smile up at him, “you’re so sweet obi-wan.”
