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WARNING: SMUT. FULL-ON SMUT (no more blue balls) .

Vaginal sex, choking, mirror sex, degradation kink, small praise kink,  cockwarming, teasing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids).

A/N: This is a LOOOOONG one (HAPPY KENOBI DAY!). Buckle up, babes. The first part is purely filth, so watch out. Lemme know what you all think!

This one is dedicated to I_ThinkImFalling4u , Hope you enjoy this ball of hormones lmaoooo Glad Phoenix was what you were looking for! so so grateful to have you here.

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Y/n's POV

—Did I leave my eye cream here? —I sighed in a defeated voice, entering Anakin's room.

I hated being in this situation.

The only thing I was grateful for was that R2 was nowhere in sight.

—I think it's in the bathroom. —Anakin said, absorbed by the project in his work table. He didn't even open the door for me, he used the Force.

Over the last few weeks, I've been getting more acquainted with Anakin's room, if it wasn't clear enough. His room was not bigger than mine, however, the chambers as a whole were smaller. He didn't have a kitchen, nor a whole living room like I did. Instead, he transformed it into a workshop to fix things. He broke down the wall between the two rooms, so that's why I could still see him even when I was on my way to his personal bathroom.

His bed was king size, with metal tubes as a headboard. The black cotton sheets matched the dark gray walls, the few orange light lamps being the only pop of color. There were a lot of textures in it too: various touches of leather here and there, like in the couch at the end of the bed or in some pillows. The room itself had a very modern vibe, especially with the gigantic window; the one Anakin was sitting in front of. But the big wooden closet gave it a rusty twist. It looked and smelled just like him; leather, vanilla amber and white sandalwood, with a smoky scent.

I started to wash my face. —Don't you think it's weird that he wasn't willing to spill information, even with his family on the line? — He being Ki-Adi-Mundi.

The moment we came back from Cerea we took his wives and daughters to see him. Like expected, they screamed and cried at his state and he desperately tried to calm them down. The whole scenario was very pathetic and irritating, really.

—I don't know, Jedi have the art of detachment all figured out...—Anakin whispered, not really minding my presence.

—I mean, I get it... but not even when we decapitated two of them? That must have counted for something. —I rubbed the chamomile soap in circular motions all around my face.—Now we need to figure out something else. —I whined exhausted. This job had resulted in being more demanding than we originally planned. We even figured out the formula from the kyber crystal blaster and inyected on him.

—Guess he wasn't that close to them... —I had to shut down the running water to hear him.

—Good thing they are the good guys. —I scoffed. —Don't you think Obi-Wan has been acting... strange? —I asked, peeking my head from the bathroom door.

—What do you mean by strange? —Ha! Now he pays attention.

—I don't know... he is different. Like, this past few weeks I've seen this total unexpected side of him. —I splashed some cold water on my face to get rid of the white foam.

—Like what? Has he been rude to you? —Anakin turned around with a frown.

—No, not at all. —I rushed to say while drying my face with a soft towel, to which Anakin nodded and turned back around. Damnit.

—Then what do you mean? —His tone didn't show interest anymore.

—Like, the way he killed one of his wives right in front of his former-friend, that's not really Obi. —I knitted my brows. —Or, in general, every time he enters that room, something in him... shifts.

—There are things you may not understand about Obi-Wan... —Anakin sighed. —And it's better not to dig any further in them. —I had to bite my tongue to shut myself up and not blurt out that I knew about Satine. But that was personal information that Obi-Wan trusted me with, so I didn't say anything.

I changed the topic. —And then you say I'm a workaholic. Here you are, working at... —My eyes localized the clock on the wall. —... 10pm at night. Finish it tomorrow. — I walked to him.

Even when I didn't like the way he was dismissing my presence, the view of his naked back muscles flexing at the handy work made me forget how rejected I felt.

—Let's go to my room, I'm too tired today. —I whispered in his ear, before kissing his jaw. I sat on the edge of the table, admiring the object of his concentration. —I don't think I will last that long. —My index finger poked his shoulder, slightly moving his upper body due to the force I used. We came back from Cerea four hours ago, and at this point, my body dragged itself on its own.

—Now that you are here, we can just stay over... No need to go to yours. —Anakin shrugged his shoulders, welding something with a pen-shaped tool.

—I don't have my pajamas here. —I pouted my lips. My displeasure was more of a way to get his attention than a reaction from my sleeping clothing situation. It was no secret that Anakin could hardly contain himself around me, especially when we were in a closed room together.

—There's one in my drawer, the one you used last week. —I scoffed. Not even a joke about not needing one.

—To all of this, what are you doing? —I rolled my eyes and sat on his thigh, waiting for it to be enough to get him to look at me.

—R2's rocket booster has been failing so he asked me to fix it. —Not that droid again. The shiver Anakin's body gave when I splashed kisses on his neck gave me the reassurance I needed.

—And you can't do it later? —I knew how much he loved it when I scratched his scalp; he would turn into a puddle immediately. This moment was no different, his shoulders letting go the minute my nails dug into his hair.

—This is important to him. —Anakin affirmed, trying not to hiss when I straddled him just like earlier, never stopping my affection. — He has been feeling neglected, what am I supposed to do?  —I rolled my eyes at such a dull question. Anakin gripped my jaw abruptly.—Hey, what did I say about those eye rolls?

—Then bury your dick inside of me. Anakin, I'm right here... —A strangled moan was interrupted by my lips catching his. For a second, it looked like he was going to pull the zipper of my suit down, but instead he pushed me back.

—Princess, I need to finish this. It's almost done. —I winced. —He also asked me if he could come to sleep here tonight... so no funny business today. —I laughed. At first. When I saw the seriousness of his statement, I stopped.

—Huh? Then what the hell am I doing here tonight? —My complaint irritated him, because his calm face was now tense.

—You're more than welcome to leave, sweetheart. The world doesn't revolve around you, you know that right? —I furrowed my brows, challenging him.

—I may as well. —My hips scooched back, our intimate zones not touching anymore.

—Fine, but that means no cuddles. —He upped the bet, a conceited look showing off.

There was a long time ago where those words would have meant shit to me. I would even have laughed in his face and called him a pretentious douchebag who thinks too much of himself. Then I would have left the room, gone into mine and had my way with a trooper.

But things have changed since that morning.

Since the morning we opened up to each other.

I asked him to let it go... But I was having more trouble following my own request than him.

Hell, he certainly played his part of ignoring it.

And now my body wasn't used to sleeping without him. I didn't want to either.

—Fine, I guess I'll go and find something to wear. —I chewed the words up, irritated. I slowly pull up from his lap, staring back at each other the whole time.

I went to look in his drawer and I found my black tank top, the one I used to sleep.

[SLIGHT SMUT STARTS; mainly nudity and dirty talk]

I unzipped my suit and pulled the tight fabric down, revealing the set of blue lingerie underneath (Lingerie #2). I looked up when the suit hit my ankles and through the reflection of the mirror I saw Anakin looking over.

—Regretting your decisions? —I asked him over my shoulder, my hands delicately grazing over my silhouette. Anakin glared at me and went back to whatever he was doing.

—I've always wondered why you always use that underneath the suit. —He said without looking at me.

—It feels nice. —It actually made me feel really empowered and sexy to have hot lingerie under all the layers of my protective suits. —And it looks nice, doesn't it? —I twirled to face him so he could see it better.

Anakin looked over his shoulder and cleared his throat.

—It looks uncomfortable. —He dismissed me. —Now I know why you're always a pain in the ass.

—Mmm, you're right... maybe I should just take it off. —I walked back to his closet, I put my hands behind my back and unclipped my bra, Anakin only able to see my naked back.

Right on cue, Anakin's gaze was directed at the mirror, in case he could catch a glance, but the tank top slid right on, covering my free breasts. I thought about putting on my pajama shorts, but it was "way too hot" for them, so I left my underwear as it was.

I picked up my lightsabers, my ass totally not intentionally poking at him, so I could place them in the night stand and then I went to the bathroom, to put my eye cream on. I could feel his burning gaze following me around, yet whenever I would look back at him, he would return to fixing R2's rocket booster.

—Need something? —I asked, going to pick up my suit and put it on one of the drawers he assigned to me. I would be damned if they tell me I'm messy again.

—Could you be any louder? —Anakin said under his breath.

—I think you know I can. —I folded the suit and placed it on the empty cabinet. —Why? Having a hard time concentrating?

—Just shut up and mind your business. —He growled lowly.

—Make me, Ani. —My sass made his back tense up, but he then relaxed, knowing that it was part of my plan to annoy him.

I shut the drawer and when I intended to close off the door, I noticed that Anakin's inner robes were perfectly aligned.

The ideas, oh, the ideas...

Oh, screw it. This was going to be genius.

I grabbed one of the brown robes. Surprisingly, it was really soft and thin, perfect for keeping it fresh underneath his leather armor.

I bit my lip mischievously and checked that he wasn't aware of what I was about to do. He was still welding something, so his focus was not on me. After that, I took off my shirt and threw it in the same drawer, and then I wrapped myself in the smooth fabric. Because Anakin's size was bigger than mine, the robe reached right below my butt, the straps worked as a belt for me.

The robe flew as I spinned around the mirror, admiring the new outfit.

This was really cute, it totally could have passed as a dress.

Now Anakin just needed to tell that to me.

—Anakin, is this my drawer? I would hate to misplace my stuff and cause any more trouble. —He looked back at me and his eyes widened when he saw what I was wearing.

—Is that my clothes...?—He gulped.

—They look really cute, don't they? — I gave one last twirl before I fully looked at him.

Anakin stared at me for a long time, dragging his gaze up and down my legs. It felt like a lifetime, but I was grateful that I finally was the object of his attention.

—You can't wear them to sleep. —He stated after checking me out one last time and then frowned.

Fine, Skywalker. Hope you know what you're doing...

Hope your pride is worth it.

I squinted my eyes at him.—Okay, I will just leave them right where I found them, I guess. —I fakely sighed.

And took them off.

After hanging them up where they belong, I made my way to the bed completely topless, brushing my hair into a ponytail to then let it go when it was time for me to crawl under the sheets.

I knew he was staring. How couldn't he?

Leaving my upper body to be kissed by the cold breeze of the night, I covered myself up to my belly; the chilly weather making my nipples hard. Using that to my personal advantage, I arched my back when I stretched, poking them out.

I did what I usually do when I slept in Anakin's bed, squirm in the comfortable mattress until I found a position cozy enough to go to sleep in (facing the opposite direction Anakin was in). Anakin's pillow found its rightful place in my arms and I cuddled up with it, the smell entering my nose and making me relax. When my eyes closed, I could have fallen asleep at that very moment.

The Force alerted me of Anakin's eyes on my butt (something that wasn't really necessary, logic could have told me that), so I put my leg on top of the pillow. Then I rubbed myself against the sheets, groaning exaggeratedly at the satisfying feeling. I was scratching my hair, simulating a relaxing massage when I felt a dip on the bed, right behind me.

[SMUT STARTS]

Next thing I felt was a bulge being pressed and stroked against my ass. I had to bite my inner cheek to prevent a smile from breaking out in my face at my victory. Anakin's hand gripped my hip to keep me steady as he rubbed himself back and forth. His eager lips found the crook of my neck and delivered a couple of kisses here and there, licking the right side of my throat.

When I felt his hand sliding inside the side of my underwear, I moved myself to keep him away, now his boner poked firmly against me thanks to the shift of my hips.

—I thought this was what you wanted. —Anakin murmured in my ear, nibbling on it.

I stayed silent and pretended to be asleep, giving him the same treatment he gave me before. Anakin's sneaky hand brushed past my abdomen to get to my breasts and grazed my peaks. My body shuddered involuntarily when he pinched one of them, a grunt escaping my mouth.

—You're pretty much awake to me... —Anakin dropped a kiss on my shoulder.

His hand roamed all over my body, from my thighs, to my ass, moving to graze my belly button, the outline of my waist, back to my chest. He groped and squeezed every inch of skin as much as possible. Picking up a piece of my hair, he put it behind my neck, so he could have easy access to suck on it.

—Anakin, I'm trying to sleep here. —Playing hard to get was becoming impossible, as Anakin's hand slid down my body, passed my underwear and dipped one metal finger inside of me.

—You're way too wet to be trying to sleep, princess. —Anakin curled up another finger, making me gasp when he touched a delicate spot. The cold metal made me shiver. —Look at you, you're dripping, sweetheart.

He took out his hand from my panties to place them in my thighs and collect some of my arousal, only to bring it to his mouth and lick it off with the filthiest pop sound. Anakin mocked me when I hissed at the retrieval of his digits, and then again when I gasped as he cleaned them of my juices.

—Do you want me to stop? Do I leave you alone? — Anakin teased, still rocking his hips.  I whined when he pulled away. —I don't know why I listen to you, baby. You haven't earned for me to fuck you. Throwing a tantrum when you aren't the sole purpose of my attention, huh? — His fingers hooked on the edge of my undergarments, gripping them harshly.

—Don't. —I begged. Anakin looked at me with a raised eyebrow. —These are one of my favorites, please don't rip them apart. —I pledged. Anakin chuckled at my concern.

—Someone's confident that I'm going to do something about her needy cunt. —I moaned at his dirty talk, the vulgarity of his words reaching the darkest places of my desire. —You think that I'm going to do it after that little stunt you pulled?

—Well, you're here, aren't you? —My giggles were bathed by a seductive humor, annoying him. That gained me to have Anakin's right hand wrapped around my throat. He was more stupid that I thought if he thought this was punishment for me.

—Let's see how much your boldness lasts.  — and then he slowly pulled my panties down to then toss them away.

I didn't even notice when he pulled down his trousers, the next thing it hit me was his large cock, Anakin plunging in with no hesitation and slammed into me with a quick pace. I whimpered and cried pathetically, adapting to his girth breaching in.

—Shhh, don't be so loud. We can't have people knowing what we are doing. —Anakin grunted in my ear. —Do you want people to know that I'm fucking you mercilessly here, huh? Do you want everyone to hear your sad cries because you are so desperate for my cock?

Anakin's filthy words sent me over the edge, not able to fight the goosebumps they gave me. Anakin picked up the pace (if that was even possible) and buried himself deeper. The unholy sounds of his skin slamming against mine took over the room, mixing with my moans. 

—Let me show you how desperate you look. —And he put his hand up and twisted the mirror so it was focused on us.

The image I saw turned me on so hard.

Anakin's arm was wrapped around me, his flesh fingers lazily reaching my throbbing clit and massaging it. My whole body was shaking at the rhythm of Anakin's hips, my boobs moving up and down. My face was flushed and covered by a slim coat of sweat, Anakin's as well. My mouth was open, my moans strangled by the heavy metal hand around my throat. With his increase of pace, my breath started to hitch and I felt pulses starting to appear in my heat.

His big cock pushed inside of me as he spoke, making me roll my eyes. —That's what I'm talking about. —He exhaled.

—A-Anakin- Anakin, fuck!—I whimpered.

—You think my world revolves around you? That you're the only thing I can think about? —His hand clenched even tighter, his lips leaving wet kisses down my jaw. Suddenly, his eyes opened and he looked through his eyelashes, our gazes clashing in the mirror.— Well, you're not totally wrong. I would be lying if I said that I didn't think about you like this all day.

When I tried to scream to release some of the tension I felt, Anakin stopped me from it by lifting his flesh hand and putting it between my teeth.

—I told you to shut up or I'll stop. Is that what you want me to do?—I shook my head with fervor. —I think you're the one who thinks about me all the time. How soon I can be between your legs and fucking you, what can you do so I touch you... Am I right? —A needy grunt was the affirmative answer he craved. —Mmm- That's right. You're my little desperate slut, aren't you? All mine. —He growled, making my walls hug him tighter.

—Anakin- I'm close-Ahh, I'm so close! —Was the first thing I said as soon as he removed his hand from my mouth.

—You can't cum, baby. —A sad cry abandoned my mouth. —Look at me. —My head turned as much as it could, but it was enough for me to face Anakin's deadly stare. His eyes were darkened with a spicy glimmer on them, his mouth parted as he gasped for air.

—I want to cum, Anakin, it's not fair- —Anakin pressed his hand tighter and locked me right in a position where his dick would hit my G-spot perfectly.

—When have I not delivered? Have I ever left you without your release? —I shook my head as best I could. —I just need you to stop being a brat and stop thinking that you can handle me in any way you want, can you do that? —I tried to chuckle but when I saw the seriousness in his eyes, I decided it was better not to.

—Y-Yes. I'm sorry—I growled when Anakin caressed my clit again. —Please, just let me cum! Oh my- —I was right there, so close...

—Then cum for me like the filthy slut I know you are. —Anakin pumped in and out at a feral speed, complying.

The pulses arrived faster and harder, forming a knot in my belly. My legs started to tremble and I tried to control them, but it was like they had life on their own; I was too weak to control them. My toes curled and my abdomen tightened before I felt the wave of the climax hit me hard. I let the loudest moan out when I let myself go, gushing all over Anakin's cock. Anakin fucked me through my orgasm, his thrusts getting lazy as he spilled his own peak.

His grip on me loosened up and he hugged me in after-care as our breaths normalized. He massaged my arms and kissed the crook of my neck; never pulling out. Once we were stable enough, he turned to fully lay in bed, his back resting on the mattress. He pulled me in, forcing me to find a way to sit on his lap without breaking our entanglement.

[SMUT ENDS; cockwarming currently happening]

I straddled him, rubbing circles around his nipples, tickling him. He grabbed me by my ass, taking a handful with both his hands.

—I thought no funny business today. —I leaned down and gave him a peck.

—Shut up, Artoo hasn't arrived... —I smiled against his lips.—...yet. —I made a pout. —He's a really nice droid, you would know if you took your time to get to know him. —Anakin scolded me.

—I have no intentions of having a friendship with a droid, Anakin. Especially not one as vexing as R2. —Before Anakin could fight some more with me about the topic, I put my hand on top of his mouth. —No, no, no. We're not going to keep discussing this topic. How about we gossip properly now that I have your full attention? —I wiggled my ass, to which he laughed.

We talked more about Ki-Adi's situation, what we were going to do about it and many more things related to the case in question. Anakin still didn't open up about Satine, but he did mention that Obi-Wan was very sensitive to the idea of love and family, so that was probably the reason why he was acting so weird.

—Do you know where I can get a camera? I've been wanting to get one. —I diverged from the previous topic.

—A camera? Probably at the market. Why? —He furrowed his brows.

—I don't know... I want to start collecting memories, I liked our photo from the other day. —I shrugged my shoulders. Anakin smiled condescentaly.

—Okay, I can take you. —He nodded.

—For real? —Excitement flooded over me.

—Sure, we can take my speeder. —He agreed.

In the middle of the conversation, the maddening murmur invaded my mind once again; the one that emanated from my sabers. I looked over to them, hearing Anakin on the back of my head like he was in a long distance. The sabers sat quietly on the nightstand, but somehow they managed to draw me in, like the singing of a mermaid; the more I tried to listen, the less I could understand.

[SMUT STARTS; grinding, skin to skin]

—Hello, are you there? Is everything alright? —Anakin questioned when he saw my lost stare.

—Yeah, yeah... It's just- Nothing, you'll probably think I'm crazy. —I put my palm on my forehead, shaking my head, dismissing myself. I began to grind my hips very lightly.

—Try me. —Anakin insisted.

—Okay... for the past few weeks I've been feeling this calling, in the depths of my mind. But the strange part... is that I think it is my lightsabers? —I knitted my brows, sounding like a crazy person.

—You're not crazy. —I squinted my eyes at him. —I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I said that I wouldn't do that again.—He put his hands up and I exhaled more calmly. —They're probably trying to tell you something.

—The sabers? —I frowned even more.

—Not the lightsabers, the krystals. —I was just as confused as before. Anakin called in the sabers with the Force and handed me one. He twirled the one he kept in front of me, after he ignited it. —Kyber crystals are conduits of the Force, they are full of it and make it flow. It's like they have life on their own. Of course they can send messages. They are probably sending them to you through the Force. You should listen to them.

—I didn't know that. —I admitted, this time I ignited mine too.

—There's so much I still have to teach you. —He sighed dramatically and I palmed him in the chest. Anakin laughed. —Maybe they are trying to tell you to change this horrible color.

—You don't like purple? —I gasped.

—No. It reminds me of this awful person from my Jedi past... —He grimaced. —When you first arrived, your lightsaber color made me dislike you even more. Apparently assholes have similar tastes. —I pinched him, making him rub the red zone. We shut down the sabers and put them back.

—And who is this maniac who made you hate the best color?

—This old Jedi Master from the Jedi Council, his name was Mace Windu. Ugh, I feel like throwing up when I say his name. He was the worst. Just nagging all day about rules and how I was not ready to be a Master. —Anakin rolled his eyes and stared at the ceiling. I brushed his hair, trying to calm him down.—He made my time in the Jedi Order a living hell, I hated him so much.

Very rarely Anakin had difficulty hiding his clouded emotions. Normally he was very good at keeping a straight face or joking around it. But there were some things that he could not mask so easily. It seemed like this Mace Windu was one of those.

[FULL SMUT STARTS]

—But look at you now, a Sith Lord. A hot and powerful Sith Lord. —Anakin bucked his hips at the praise and I chuckled, leaning in for a kiss. — With such a big cock... Have I told you how big your cock is, Ani? It fills me up so good. —I smirked near his lips before licking them, asking for permission to deepen the kiss.

Anakin helped me go up and down his dick, my hands using his chest as support. Anakin pulled me in and kissed me deeply, wanting to feel me close. He closed his eyes when I contracted around him.

—Anakin, mmm, you feel so good. —I gasped as I sank down.

—I love fucking- Obi-Wan! —I immediately stopped.

What the absolute fuck?

—Obi-Wan?! —I pulled myself up and slid off of him, with a shocked face. What the hell just happened?

[SMUT ENDS]

—No! Not like that! Ugh, Obi-Wan is coming! —Anakin sat up. I focused my attention on my surroundings and that's when Obi-Wan's force signature appeared on my radar.

Right around the corner.

—Fuck! —And Anakin pushed me out of the bed. —Ouch! What the fuck is wrong with you? —I whispered-yelled when I hit the floor.

—Hide! Hide!—Anakin pressured me to crawl under the bed and masked my force signature. Anakin threw me a blanket to cover up, but that didn't prevent me from feeling disgusted that my skin was touching the dusty floor. —Also, you owed me one.

I scoffed and right when I was going to curse him off, a knock on the door sounded. Out of terror, I hurried to cover my mouth with my palm, hitting myself a bit to hard. The bed moved, indicating to me that Anakin was trying to pull himself together before yelling "Come in".

Obi-Wan's boots tapped on the floor; I could barely see them but as he approached, the brown leather was more and more visible to me.

—Were you busy? —Obi-Wan asked, stopping right in front of me.

—No, no. Just fixing something for Artoo. —Anakin commented in a relaxed voice.

—That droid of yours. You spoil him too much. —Obi-Wan scoffed as he walked around the room. I did a little victory dance. I knew I wasn't the only one who thought like that.

—He has proven his worth! I don't know why everyone gives him such a hard time.—Anakin whined. Whineakin was getting closer and closer to becoming his real name.

—Who 's everyone? —He stopped on his tracks. Fucking Whineakin, think fast!

—Some clones. To all of this, what are you doing here? —Anakin questioned defensively.

—I wanted to run some things by you. —Obi-Wan talked in a serious tone.

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Anakin 's POV

I barely had time to put on my boxers when Obi-Wan entered, he looked at me funny when he noticed that I was half naked. He walked around the room, with his arms on his back, inspecting everything: the walls, my desk, the floor. After some snooping around, he stopped on his tracks on a specific spot.

—I wanted to run some things by you. —Obi-Wan told me as he sat in one of my chairs.

—What happened? —My curiosity not bothering to be hidden.

—I think we are hitting a wall with this whole Ki's situation. He should have broken by this time. Or at least died. —He crossed his legs and his arms.

—He was really stubborn, this doesn't come as a surprise to me.

—No, no, I don't think this has to do with him...I think it's our team that is lacking.—Obi-Wan pulled his beard gently. —Someone in particular. —He raised his eyebrow at me. I opened my mouth to say how wrong he was for thinking I was lacking when he said: —I think Phoenix it's not good enough to be with us.

I swallowed harshly, praying to the Maker that today was not my funeral.

—Why do you think that? —I rushed to ask, to which Obi-Wan raised his eyebrow confusedly at me. —I mean, I agree. —I cleared my throat, playing my part. —But why?

—Lately I've been noticing how unfocused she is... I don't think she has what it takes, you know? —He rubbed his facial hair. I stiffened. Force, please, please, get me out of this situation.

—I don't know, I would say she is okay... That trick she pulled the other day was really cool. —I countered-back, trying not to be so obvious.

—Yeah, I guess... —And he looked at the wall, like he was trying to find the words. —But it's not enough. She doesn't know the system like us, or has spent a lot of time with us. I feel like she is struggling with the transition, to be honest.

—I can't believe what I'm hearing...but you two get along so well. —I frowned. This must be breaking Phoenix's heart.

—I'm not saying I don't like her. I'm just putting into perspective her position in our team. I thought that out of everyone you would be the one who would understand. —He raised his voice.

—I-I-Ugh - —I massaged my head. —This just doesn't feel right.

—Let me tell you my list-

—Do you have a list? —I winced.

—Number one: She is basically a stranger. What do we know about her? —He told me like it was a big discovery.

—She has always been private. —I rolled my eyes.

—Number two: She is used to being on missions on the Outer Rim, maybe she would be better out there. —He took out his thumb, joining his index finger in the counting.

—Well, she is now Mission Strategist-

—Number three: She clearly has an attachment to Qui-Gon, which could be dangerous to us. What if she is his new favorite? —Obi-Wan looked at me like he had a strong point.

He did.

I shook my head, throwing those thoughts away.

—She's obviously not. —I was, for sure.

—Number four: I think the clones' crushes could be a distraction to us, it's disbalancing the team. —I crossed my arms.

—But that's on them, not on her. —I defended.

—That's what I thought at first, but the other day at our daily breakfast, she told me she found Hunter hot, so who knows what could happen there? —A loud bam came from the bottom of the bed, which I tried to hide by clapping.

—Those are definitely news to me! —I shouted surprised, clenching my fist around the sheets. Now she has a lot of explaining to do. —You know what? I think you're right! Let me hear the rest of that list. —I encouraged him, making him smile widely.

—Number five- And I think this is the biggest one- She is really messy.

I know she was masking his force signature, but I could feel her frustration from over here. I couldn't help but to throw myself back and laugh my heart out.

—Right?! Right?!—Obi-Wan insisted, letting go some chuckles as well.

—Yeah, she is.  —I composed myself, cleaning the tear that escaped my eye.

—I swear, she is always leaving stuff around. In the kitchen, in the training room...  —He counted.

—In the meeting rooms, in the hangar... —I added and he pointed at me, like saying he agreed.

We were combusting into laughter, just like we used to whenever we were alone. We had to treasure these last moments together until Phoenix murder us.

—I swear, she is so messy I found her things everywhere...  —Obi-Wan made a pause to cough and go back to normal, supporting his elbows on his knees. He sighed after catching his breath and looked up back to me again with a serious glance.  —... I even found her underwear here in your bedroom. 

I gulped with nervousness.

Busted.

—Are you comfortable down there, Phoenix? Hope you don't take anything personally, darling, it was all in the sake of the joke.  —Obi-Wan mocked.

Crawling from the shadows, Phoenix's hand appeared, only to put her middle finger up directly at Obi-Wan.

—Fuck you.  —And she picked up her underwear and hid again so quickly we didn't notice when she was gone.

—You two are complete morons if you think you were fooling me.  —Obi-Wan laughed his way to the entrance.  —Lucky for you, Qui-Gon truly is that naive.  —He turned around and gave us one last triumphant look.  —Now get dressed, R2 is waiting outside.

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A/N: Today's question: Do you ever re-read one of the past chapters? I was looking at the statistics and the first smut chapter (chapter 11) has DOUBLE the views compared to the other chapters, that's hilariousssss! So happy all of you enjoyed it!

Theories on the lightsabers message?

To the people who didn't read the smut, the thing you must know is that Anakin advices Phoenix to listen to the kyber crystals because they are probably sending her a message (he also told her that he hated the color purple because of Windu). And Obi-Wan knows about their affair! :)

TODAY IS KENOBI DAY SO I'M IN A GREAT MOOD!! <3 Love you so much, babes! Hope something fantastic happens to you this week!

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