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[somewillwin]

Soulmates Zaundads (romantic and/or angsty)

Who would have thought I would end up liking the zaundads because of the soulmates au 😩😩😩

[princessfbi]

59 and bucktommy pls

59. a height difference + Bucktommy

There wasn't much of a height difference between him and Evan. Maybe an inch or two at the most and even then that last half inch was mostly hair. But he still knew it gave Evan a bit of a thrill every time he remembered that Tommy was bigger; taller.

Every time he tipped up Evan's chin for a kiss, every time Evan looked up at him from beneath his lashes with that oh so innocent doe eyed expression, every time he had to tip up onto his toes just to catch Tommy's lips if he was looking away alway made Evan practically shiver with an excitement that wasn't going away.

Tommy had always assumed it would eventually. That the novelty had more to do with the fact that Evan wasn't used to being with someone bigger than him, a man, than it had to do with the height, but it was still there. Evan still looked up at him with stars in his eyes and with this breath taking expression that always made Tommy's chest go painfully tight.

Evan liked being smaller, that much was obvious. He liked when Tommy manhandled him and he liked when Tommy boxed him. He liked it in the quieter moments too. When Tommy would scoop him up in his arms and hold him close and Tommy had caught Evan staring at the way Tommy's fingers dwarfed Evan's when they held hands a few times. He preened and smiled and got bratty until he got Tommy in whatever position he wanted and Tommy was only happy to oblige even if he did put a front, grumbling along the way.

So, Tommy knew Evan liked it and a part of him hoped Evan never lost the wonder that had when he experienced the sheltered security that came with being small with him; with Tommy. But...

Tommy didn't think Evan knew he did it. Or if he did, he was so used to it by now that he didn't notice anymore. The way he tucked his chin down, the way his shoulders rolled inwards, the way he deflated. Evan curved and folded and bent himself inward to be smaller and it didn't take much. A barbed word here, a harsh breath there, and the impatience was enough to send Evan curling into himself in a way that made his smallness seem like a retreat; a convenience. Except the convenience wasn't for him then and the retreat was just survival instead of comfort.

Tommy would know the difference.

He never wanted Evan to feel that way around him.

Tommy crossed the distance between them in three easy strides and bullied his way between Evan's legs, making his work table groan beneath the shifted weight.

Evan sucked in a breath and Tommy could practically see the apology forming on his lips.

Tommy curled a finger under his chin and tipped his head up, smiling softly at the way Evan twitched at the move the way he always did. His eyes lit up for the briefest of moments and Tommy couldn't help but stroke his thumb against the corner of those plump lips until they curled upward into a small smile.

"Where'd you go?" Tommy asked.

"Sorry," Evan said, trying to duck his head down again but Tommy didn't let him. "I didn't realize I was talking so much. You're concentrating. I can—"

Evan made to jump down but Tommy pushed into his space further, kissing him once then twice before he felt Evan give in and wrap his arms around Tommy's shoulders. He skimmed his hands up and down his sides before smoothing them into the small of his back and held him there.

"I like listening to you talk," Tommy said, kissing away the disbelief from Evan's face. "Even when it's something ridiculous about how long hippos can hold their breath under water."

Evan didn't say anything for a moment and Tommy knew he could push; he should push. But he didn't want to. He didn't want to be that person in Evan's life who made him perform when Tommy was perfectly content with the Evan he thought people didn't want to see. The one that had to duck his head down and hide his disappointment. The one that had to wince off a hurt and smile like it didn't. The one who was always okay.

If Evan needed to retreat, that was fine. Tommy just wanted him to know that he would be there when he came back.

Timid fingers played with the hairs on the nape of his neck before Evan tipped his chin back up and smiled.

"A water buffalo can hold its breath longer than a hippo."

"Oh?" Tommy smiled so wide he thought he was going to break his face. "Did you learn that today?"

Evan hummed, very smug, and how could Tommy not kiss him then?

[gloomydiaz]

Tell me a secret + buddie <3

Hello anon ☺️ little sweet thing just for you 🥰

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Buddie, G, 465 words

'Tell me a secret,' says Buck, quiet in the soft dawn stillness.

They don't have a shift today but Eddie had woken up early for some reason watching Buck sleep, the slack pout of his mouth and the faint whistling of his snores. The kids are asleep and the house is peaceful and Eddie can't ever remember feeling this content before.

'A secret?' he echoes.

Buck is smiling, eyes bright with mischief, 'yeah, something I don't know.'

Eddie's been holding it inside a while, turning over the knowledge of it, delicate and precious, waiting for the right moment, the right gesture, letting it make him giddy. He knows Buck's answer. He knows if he leaves it too long Buck might beat him to the question.

'Oh, well, maybe you can help me with something, actually,' he says, grinning.

'Help you? Of course,' Buck nods, 'anything.'

'But you can't tell anyone else,' says Eddie, 'it's a secret.'

Buck mimes zipping his lips, solemn, 'I'll take it to my grave.'

'You won't have to go that far, I hope,' Eddie says, shifting closer, closing the space between them, almost nose to nose.

He waits in the anticipation, the thrill just before the leap, before he speaks, 'I'm going to ask my boyfriend to marry me.'

'Yeah?' says Buck, breathless, beaming, 'do you think he'll say yes?'

'I hope so. How should I do it? Dinner? Flash mob? Sky writing?'

Buck pinches him, kisses him, sweet and slow, 'I don't think you need to go that far. However you do it will be perfect,' he pauses, whispering, 'I have a secret too.'

'Hmm?'

'My boyfriend is going to ask me to marry him,' he says, his lashes dipped, 'and I'm going to say yes.'

'That's good,' says Eddie, filled up to the brim with happiness, 'he'll be pleased.'

Buck rolls on to his back and sighs, all wistful longing, hamming it up, 'I just hope he asks me with sky writing.'

Eddie groans, moving fast, swinging a leg over Buck's hips to plant himself on top of him, half wrestle, half embrace. Buck squawks, hinging at the waist to pull Eddie into a kiss, deep and endless.

'Did we do it?' he says against Eddie's lips, 'did we get engaged?'

'I think so,' Eddie nods.

'When should we start telling people?' Buck says, 'because it's the probie's shield ceremony next week and then it's Jee's birthday and I'm pretty sure May and Ravi are gearing up to announce they're moving in together.'

Their lives are so full, happiness radiating for every person they care about. They can have this one thing just for themselves, at least for now.

'Well it can wait, I guess,' says Eddie, holding Buck tight, 'depends on how long you can keep a secret

[exhaustedpirate]

Caro I saw you reblogged the AU prompts post sooooo if you want one:

5 (or more) facts about an AU where Buck runs a doggy daycare and Tommy has just adopted a bonded pair of dogs.

ok, first time doing this so i'm sorry if it's not what you were expecting!

we're gonna add a sprinkle of canon and make it so that buck found blaze and saved him and then found his owners and the way the reunion made him feel, got him to find a job at a doggy daycare. he's the favourite of the dogs and can be found in the middle of them at all times just getting licked to death in there;

two dogs are rescued from a fire and taken to the shelter by the ambulance (they just had some smoke inhalation) and they are scared that they don't wanna leave the back of the ambulance and one of them snarls at the paramedic who tries to get them out; slowly and carefully, buck manages to get into the ambulance, ignoring the audience he's garnered from the other firefighters; buck gets snarled at but manages to get close enough to earn the doggies' trust and that's when he notices that one of them doesn't have a leg and that the other one is very protective of the other;

with patience and calm, buck manages to take the three-legged dog into his arms while the other follows close-by, never taking his eyes off buck and the other dog; buck thanks the firefighters for bringing them, noticing how one of them keeps glancing between buck and the dogs, "feel free to visit them anytime" buck says and goes into the shelter, he names them chip (the protective one) and dale (the three-legged dog) and they slowly get more and more comfortable around buck;

one of the firefighters, the one buck spoke to, comes to visit the shelter the evening after "i had to finish my 48 but i really wanted to see how they were doing" he says when buck greets him, "they're doing great, actually, they were just scared" the firefighter nods and buck smiles "do you want to see them?" and despite being nervous, he agrees, on the way buck introduces himself "i'm evan, evan buckley, most people call me buck" "tommy kinard, most people call me tommy" and buck laughs and ofc tommy has the heart eyes;

they go in to see the dogs and they are excited to see buck OFC and then they look at tommy, who keeps his distance just in case, with curiosity and a small bit of fear; buck sits on the floor and waits for dale to get into his lap like that's his place and tommy watches as chip investigates the scene, like making sure dale is in good hands, before looking up at tommy again; buck pets chip's head who doesn't look away from tommy and then buck urges tommy to slowly sit next to him, and even if he's unsure, tommy does it, slowly and carefully sitting next to buck and chip zeroes in on buck and tommy's knees touching when they're sat down, mostly bc it's very close to dale's snout, but tommy notices too and he and buck lock eyes for a moment before he moves away; chip seems to relax at that and then proceeds to sniff at tommy's legs and snarls quietly when tommy moves his hands too fast onto his lap; "relax" buck says, to both dog and human "he's just trying to figure you out" and then he grabs tommy's hand, chip's eyes intent on that, and tommy inhales sharply but buck is more focused on getting chip more relaxed, hands together buck slowly urges it closer to chip who is so focused too; when they're close enough, chip sniffs tommy's hand, moving his head back when tommy flinches his fingers a little at the sensation "it's okay" buck says, to both of them again, and chip comes back to sniff tommy's hand, getting slowly closer and closer until buck urges tommy's hand to pet chip's head and it's like both dog and tommy hold their breath, chip relaxes first and then tommy and buck watches as tommy gets more confident in petting chip who slowly gets more relaxed around tommy and even climbs onto his lap enough to sniff at tommy's face and licks his cheek, his chin and jaw and tommy laughs at it, smiling wide as the dog gets bolder in his licking, tail wagging like a helicopter rotor;

chip firmly in his lap, buck urges tommy to pet dale who had been watching the whole thing from the comfort of buck's lap, and slowly tommy lets dale sniff at him, watching how chip pauses to watch it all, and then slowly pets dale's head who quickly gets comfy with him and even sneaks a couple of lazy licks at tommy's wrist who smiles widely when chip relaxes against tommy again, "they are precious" and buck breathes out a "yea"; after a while bc neither of them wanted to leave and even the dogs whine when they get up, leading to tommy squating to get a few more enthusiastic licks from both dogs while buck watches;

"you should come back again" buck says from the other side of the counter and tommy smiles "yeah, will you be here?" buck smiles "i own this place" "oh, right, uhm, i will be back then" and does the finger guns on his way out "see you soon, tommy" "see you soon, evan"; and tommy comes back, whenever he's free, sometimes for a few minutes, sometimes for hours, and buck is there but sometimes he's busy but chip and dale get more and more comfortable around tommy and then he talks about adoption and buck is very adamant that he can't separate them and is blabbing about responsibility and space and all of that when tommy holds his hand and says "i want them both" and buck relaxes and starts working on the adoption papers and stuff and when it's finished tommy goes "feel free to visit them anytime" and buck smiles;

and buck does visit and slowly tommy gets the courage to ask him out and blah blah blah happily ever after where they share a house with chip and dale who definitely sleep in their bed everynight even though they are not supposed to but "come on tommy look at those eyes" and tommy is never winning an argument bc now he has three puppy eyes looking at him at all times!

i also just realised that i might have gotten the prompt wrong BUT uhm i hope this makes up for it!!! also chip and dale to me!! (chip is the australian shepherd but with heterochromia and dale is the three-legged golden retriever)

[bulbagarden]

Who's That Pokemon!?

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[phantomamour]

🎲 PLSSS CLARK I LOVE THE WAY U WRITE HIM (even tho it’s horny, I love it)

my first soft clark thing... a moment of history on the phantomamour blog

🎲 ༘⋆༄.°⋆ a sleepy kiss (#24) - prompt list

late nights at the fortress were an unfortunate reality of the last week as lex worked on some new plan to take superman down. clark spent far too long on the super-computer, eyes burning and back aching, that when he checked the time, he knew it was time to call it a night. he had the flight back to your shared apartment memorized to the T, so when he appeared at the front door, he swore it had only been a second from the moment he lifted off the ground.

you heard the door open, stirring you from your failed attempt to stay up waiting for him and you listened to his tired footsteps toward the bedroom.

"baby?" he mumbled, exhaustion laced into his voice as you looked up to see him in the doorway. seeing you in your shared bed was a relief like no other as his shoulders slumped and he made his way over to you.

"hi, handsome," you whispered before he got onto the bed, still clad in his suit to kiss you. there was no urgency in his movements, much less his lips. no heat or desperation. you honestly preferred it that way in the moment, moonlight coming through the window to illuminate the room. it was just the two of you. the alien who held the universe on his shoulders and his human girl that reminded him to stay on ground.

he kissed you so slowly, melting into the bed beside you as he did. it wasn't until he took a pause to wrap his arms around you and pull you flush to his chest that you quietly teased, "are you sleeping in your suit tonight or should we get that off you before you pass out kissing me?"

[obiwancreampie]

"you smell like safety. that’s weird, right?"

yippee :))) these drunk prompts have been fun! i havent really written much drunk fic until now, iv realised. and this has been a great excuse for some very soft fluffy oneshots <3

[drunk prompt list] [more than friends prompt list]

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Anakin shoves his nose into the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck, breath puffing out wetly across Obi-Wan’s skin. Obi-Wan’s lips pull into a half smile fondly, even as he rolls his eyes.

Obi-Wan tightens his grip around Anakin’s frame, keeping him upright as he trails alongside his old Master towards his rooms.

Anakin’s nose bumps Obi-Wan’s skin noticeably and Obi-Wan clears his throat at the indecently intimate touch. Hoping to very gently get Anakin to back off a bit.

They’ve grown freer with touch since the end of the war and the near fall of the Republic and Order. Since Obi-Wan helped him step away from that ledge he was standing on. Since Obi-Wan helped pull Anakin back from the precipice of his Fall.

But they’re not this affectionate with each other. Anakin is half a second away from kissing Obi-Wan’s neck. Which is well beyond appropriate.

Would be inappropriate even if he was sober. And he’s currently drunk enough that he needs his former Master to half carry him back to his rooms.

Anakin lays the full weight of his head on Obi-Wan’s shoulder and Obi-Wan tries to adjust their strides to awkwardly match the way he’s leading them while Anakin is tucked in at his side.

“You smell like safety. That’s weird, right?” Anakin mumbles quietly.

His mouth is close enough to Obi-Wan’s ear that he hears the slightly slurred words effortlessly.

“I- what? Anakin?” He stutters, taken aback.

Anakin’s Force signature threads itself through his, almost like a hug really. Mirroring what they’re doing physically. Obi-Wan baulks marginally and tries to extricate himself, despite how nice it feels.

Jedi don’t mingle so deeply in the Force. It isn’t done. Not even in shared meditation. And this is certainly not shared meditation, anyway. Anakin is pouring in through every gap; into every empty space he can. Until the edges of Obi-Wan meld into the edges of Anakin. Intermingling this deeply is dangerous.

It’ll most definitely strengthen their returned Force bond. The one Obi-Wan rebuilt when he was trying to talk Anakin back from the Dark. The one that has held strong but thin between them since.

And indeed, he feels it thrum and brighten, growing thicker. Drawing them tighter together.

A strange, throaty noise escapes his lips and he blushes scarlet as soon as it does. Though Anakin doesn’t appear to notice, thank the stars.

Such things are not supposed to feel good. And he’s not supposed to be allowing it to happen at all.

He tries to ignore the fact that his pants are tightening uncomfortably and focus on separating them in the Force. Anakin won’t let go, he’s clinging like his life depends on it.

“You’re like home. That’s how you feel in the Force, always have.” Anakin adds, since Obi-Wan has gone too long without giving a proper response.

Obi-Wan softens, efforts stalling at that tender declaration. Anakin has not tried to seek such comfort from him in a long time, and a part of Obi-Wan is loathe to stop him after coming so close to losing him…

He sighs and lets it be for now, focusing on reaching Anakin’s door. They’re only a few steps away now.

You’re my home too, he thinks with a quiet ache.

Anakin hums, pulsing with happiness and Obi-Wan realises he must have overheard that thought. Or at least felt the shape of it. His hands clench in Obi-Wan’s robes.

It takes more effort than it should to get Anakin through the door and his boots off on the mat, but they manage it. Obi-Wan leaves his as well, knowing he’s going to have to steer Anakin towards his bed.

Once Obi-Wan has wrangled Anakin into his bedroom, he doesn’t let go, still holding on tightly.

“Anakin this is where I leave you, you need to sleep this off if you won’t purge it with the Force.”

Anakin swings around his front both gracefully and obviously drunkly. He grabs Obi-Wan by both biceps and tilts his face very close to Obi-Wan’s. Obi-Wan moves back just slightly, mildly taken aback.

“Stay Obi-Wan, stay with me.” He pleads.

He’s gotten utterly smashed on the night’s outing, that Obi-Wan is now sure of. Because when was the last time Anakin was even close to this vulnerable willingly?

“Anakin.” He says warningly.

Anakin shakes his head hastily, seeming to unsteady himself slightly by doing it. His hands clutch tighter to keep his balance and Obi-Wan’s hands instinctively come up to steady his waist.

“I don’t want to dream about- if you’re here I won’t dream about losing you. About failing, and Falling. I always dream about it,” Tears begin to collect in Anakin’s eyes, “I don’t want to anymore. Stay. Please.”

Obi-Wan is utterly unprepared to deal with a drunk, weepy and begging former Padawan. His heart twists in sympathy at the revelation Anakin is having nightmares about that day. It’s not surprising.

“Oh my dear.” Obi-Wan huffs softly.

In order to leave Obi-Wan would have to untangle them within the Force. Which he doesn’t feel at all prepared to do without Anakin’s help. And he rather suspects if he tries it right now, he’ll only get Anakin gripping tighter. Trying to tear himself away risks hurting them both.

He’s going to have to wait until he can get Anakin to agree to separate, before he actually goes more than a few steps away from his Padawan.

“Fine, I will stay tonight.” He acquiesces.

He makes his voice sound more put upon than he really feels. It will do no good for Anakin to think he has even more ground to gain by begging for things from Obi-Wan now than he used to. But the truth is… it’s not very much of a hardship, not really.

He is so, so glad Anakin is still here to argue and be a nuisance and a mess of a Jedi Knight. He can’t even muster any disapproval at Anakin allowing himself to act this lacklustre. He’ll take a thousand more days like this, a thousand more meaningless arguments between them. Because Anakin is here, and not Fallen. That is all that matters, and something he can’t take for granted anymore.

Obi-Wan moves to divest Anakin of his belt and sash. Anakin freezes in his arms.

“Obi-Wan?” There is a strange note in his voice, and something lurking in his eyes that the Jedi Master can’t decipher.

“You can’t sleep in your full robes Anakin. And neither can I, for that matter.” He reminds him dryly.

Anakin’s throat bobs and his eyes spark as it clicks.

His hands move to get rid of his clothing with more precision than Obi-Wan would expect for how wasted he is. But Obi-Wan just shrugs and moves to remove his own clothing.

Anakin may choose to leave his robes in a heap on the floor, but Obi-Wan folds his carefully, knowing he’ll have to wear them again in the morning as he treks across the Temple to his own quarters. The only thing Anakin takes care with are his synth-leather tabards, which he shakily lifts to a hangar on the wall using the Force. The material lifts jerkily, and Anakin almost drops them before managing to hook them on the wall, but Obi-Wan is mildly impressed that he manages the concentration required for the task.

Once they’re both down to just their leggings, Obi-Wan is once again unsure. The light is low, and there is an intimacy in the air between them as they both stand shirtless in each other’s personal space. It’s quiet, except for the sound of their breathing.

“To bed then.” Obi-Wan says softly.

Anakin is watching Obi-Wan with the full weight of his gaze, as focused as his expression has ever looked. Obi-Wan, for the first time in years, feels uncomfortable being the centre of Anakin’s attention. Other beings have often found it too much, but Obi-Wan is used to it. Anakin has always had an intensity to him, and he’d grown used to it years and years ago.

This is different, there’s a potential in the air. An energy Obi-Wan shies away from naming.

He puts his hand on Anakin’s chest to push him towards the bed and almost regrets it at the touch of skin on skin. Anakin sucks in a sharp breath.

Then he allows himself to be pushed, but pulls Obi-Wan with him. Stopping by the edge of the bed and crowding Obi-Wan in his arms.

“Anakin-”

Anakin’s lips meet his own, swallowing the rest.

Obi-Wan is shocked by the soft press of a mouth against his, almost melting in to the touch before pulling away.

“Obi-Wan please.” Anakin whispers, chasing his lips.

Obi-Wan puts a hand over his mouth and turns his face away to stop him.

“You are thoroughly drunk, if nothing else, that is a reason we cannot do this.” He mutters.

There’re a hundred other reasons they can’t. But that one is the most pressing.

Anakin peels his hands off his face, but at least chooses to speak instead of trying to kiss him again.

“But I’ve wanted this for so long, I can’t take it anymore Master.” He whines.

Obi-Wan’s lungs freeze solid and he coughs in shock. His head turns as his eyes zero in on Anakin’s. He searches his face for the truth, but realises he doesn’t even need to look. With Anakin wrapped around him in the Force he can feel his former Padawan’s total and complete honesty.

Obi-Wan feels a sharp stab of failure, as a teacher. At Anakin’s feelings, and at his own reactions.

“You are drunk. We will sleep. Or I will leave.” Obi-Wan threatens lowly.

Anakin’s face falls and he turns away, revealing the way his jaw flexes. After a second he breathes out noisily in a way that sounds annoyed. He grabs Obi-Wan and artlessly pulls him down onto the bed on top of him.

Obi-Wan falls with a shocked ‘oof!’, trying to use the Force to soften their landing slightly.

The protest building on his tongue dies when Anakin shifts to get comfortable in bed rather than trying to make any further moves on Obi-Wan.

He relaxes and shifts around a little, watching Anakin’s slightly irritated expression as the younger man focuses all his attention on situating them in the bed and covering them with the blanket. Despite the look, Anakin mostly feels melancholy in the Force. There is a bitter, resigned edge to his sadness and rejection.

Obi-Wan fights to avoid mirroring the feeling right back at him.

Anakin is a very talented young Knight, and very beautiful, and Obi-Wan is immensely proud of him. He… he loves him, in a way that goes deeper than just that of two Jedi. Or good friends, or anything else like it.

Obi-Wan loves him, but he cannot let Anakin know it. Cannot let his former Padawan kiss him. Especially not drunk, but not in general. Not ever.

Sharing a bed is already a deeply intimate act, but at least it is one Obi-Wan can place on their deep mutual trust. At least it has precedents on the battlefield.

Kissing or… more, that he cannot allow.

Not even if his lips tingle with the lingering feel of Anakin.

Not even if he desperately wants to feel it again.

He buries those thoughts and pushes a sleep suggestion into Anakin’s Force signature. It works, because Anakin must already be exhausted and he’s too drunk to put up a good fight against it.

Tangled as they are, it swiftly pulls Obi-Wan under as well.

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In the morning, Obi-Wan finds himself waking abruptly at the brush of skin against his own.

The war has honed him to wake at any sudden noise or touch, more so than even active mission roster life has as a Jedi.

He feels safe though, so he wakes with a blink but doesn’t jerk away from the touch. Just opening his eyes and processing where he is.

Anakin’s bedroom. Anakin’s bed. Next to the Knight himself.

Obi-Wan’s memories of the night before return and he relaxes slightly.

At least until the kiss returns to the forefront and he has to fight back a blush and a confusing mix of emotions settling in his chest.

The final thing he takes in, is Anakin staring at him with a very wide-eyed look from the other end of the pillow.

“Did you sleep alright? No nightmares?” Obi-Wan asks softly, as a means of greeting him.

Anakin’s eyebrows pull together for a moment, as he seems to turn the question over.

“Uhhhh… yeah, yeah it was fine. I didn’t dream anything bad.” He answers slowly.

Obi-Wan gives him a small smile.

“That I am glad of, Anakin.” He sighs.

He shifts, turning more fully in Anakin’s direction. Which is how he discovers their legs are twisted together. Which makes his face burn as he moves to try to put some space between them. There isn’t much room in the bed, but Anakin shifts away which helps.

Once he’s done there’s a little room between them. Not much, but they’re no longer touching. It feels like a good establishment of boundaries.

Obi-Wan would follow it by getting out of bed, but Anakin has trapped him against the wall. So he stays where he is, for the time being.

“I don’t remember much of last night, it’s a haze. Did we…” Anakin’s voice is soft and disbelieving as it dwindles into nothing.

Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow, silently asking for the rest of the query.

Anakin glances down at their bare chests where they peak out of the blanket.

“We’re…” He swallows, “And in the Force we’re practically one-”

Obi-Wan is inclined to argue that point. They’re not quite that entwined, and that implies a level of intimacy that would go much deeper than sex, but Anakin continues before he can get a word in.

“Did we- did we have sex?” He sounds so scandalised as he asks.

It almost makes Obi-Wan laugh in surprise, but his amusement is quickly cut off by concern. Is Anakin disgusted by the very idea? If so how will he react to learning Obi-Wan allowed him to kiss him in his inebriated state?

But no, a tiny bit of attention turned to the Force reveals that Anakin does not feel disgusted or any other kind of put off. He’s pulsing with a mix of shock and hope.

Obi-Wan closes his eyes at that. The shock is right, but the hope…

“No, no we did not.” He pushes the words past uncooperative lips. And reopens his eyes, chiding himself for his cowardice.

“You asked me to stay to ward off any nightmares, that’s all.” Obi-Wan explains.

Anakin deflates and rings with disappointment in the Force.

“Oh. Oh I thought-” He replies quietly, cutting himself off with a swallow.

Obi-Wan’s heart hurts. His entire chest aches with the effort it is taking to choke his own feelings down while watching Anakin reveal his wants.

A gentle but growing thread of yearning infuses Anakin’s Force signature. Is Anakin even self-aware enough to realise Obi-Wan has unrestricted access to his feelings while they’re so closely tied? The feeling grows until it eclipses everything else in Anakin’s presence and steals Obi-Wan’s breath away.

Obi-Wan’s heart twists, pain increasing. This is unbearable. He has to say something. But he can’t- they can’t…

“I would never take advantage of you while drunk Anakin. Even when you kiss me and ask for that.” Obi-Wan tells him.

Anakin jolts, shock warbling through his signature.

“I kissed you?” He gasps.

“Yes.” Obi-Wan answers steadily.

His eyes drop to Anakin’s lips as his mind replays the feeling of them pressed to his. He clears his throat and lifts his gaze back to Anakin’s eyes.

Anakin moves, closing the small gap between them and placing a hand on Obi-Wan’s face. Threading fingers through the bristles of his beard as he cups Obi-Wan’s jaw. The other hand comes to rest casually over his heart.

Obi-Wan breathes shakily, the sound is loud in the quiet room. He wonders if Anakin can feel how fast his heart is beating under those metal fingers.

“Would you do something if I kissed you sober? If I asked sober?” Anakin whispers as he brings his face right up to Obi-Wan’s. Their noses brush.

“Anakin…” Obi-Wan wheezes brokenly.

He means it as a protest, but it sounds more like he’s begging.

Anakin lifts and tilts his head just enough that he can slot their mouths together. Obi-Wan doesn’t stop him.

They lay there for one long second, lips pressed together, while Obi-Wan wars with himself. Anakin’s fingers tighten on his jaw as his tongue darts out to tease Obi-Wan’s low lip.

With that the last of Obi-Wan’s composure and self-restraint shatters. He rolls himself up onto Anakin’s chest without breaking the kiss and buries both hands in those beautiful, wild curls as he opens his mouth and seeks entrance to Anakin’s.

Anakin moans for him prettily and Obi-Wan wastes no time licking inside his mouth.

He feels dizzy. Like he’s the one intoxicated now.

Anakin tastes like stale alcohol but Obi-Wan doesn’t care. They’re both throbbing in the Force. Want and need building as it echoes back and forth between them rapidly.

Obi-Wan finally pulls back for air when Anakin thrusts upwards, pressing their groins together. They’re both hard in their leggings, and Obi-Wan knows they could easily cum like this.

But he’s not going to get off in one second in his pants like a teenager, not if he’s committing to doing this with Anakin.

Anakin attempts to chase him for more kisses, but he stops him with a finger on his lips.

“Our first time will not be like this.” Obi-Wan tells him sternly.

Anakin freezes under his hold, a surprised smile curving across his lips. He bats Obi-Wan’s hand away playfully.

“What will it be like, then?” He asks, sounding far too cocky and smug.

Obi-Wan swallows a retort and rolls his eyes.

“Why don’t we freshen up together. Under the water’s spray sounds much better, don’t you think?” He adds a teasing lilt to his voice and smirks.

The bravado is mostly false. Internally Obi-Wan is something of a maelstrom.

He should not be doing any of this. He shouldn’t be about to do a whole lot more. They’re already breaking the Code as they speak, let alone what Obi-Wan is about to start by sleeping with his former Padawan.

But Anakin’s eyes light, and he thrum with wonder and desire in the Force so brightly and stunningly Obi-Wan doesn’t know how anyone would resist in his shoes.

Anakin bucks up, and is wriggling out of the cage of Obi-Wan’s thighs a minute later. As soon as both of his feet are planted on the floor he’s grabbing Obi-Wan’s hand in his own and pulling him towards the door to his attached fresher.

“So eager.” Obi-Wan teases very softly with a laugh as he follows.