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An array of colorful blades and blaster shots sliced through the hot air on this abandoned desert planet. The Jedi, notoriously known for his strategy on the battle field, evaded each blaster with a cautious dance and light footed dance. Although he was known for his skill in combat, he was physically on the leaner-side being shorter than the other Jedi Knights, however his kemp ginger-blonde beard made him look more mature and static for his age. That’s something you suppose war does to someone.
In the light of the warm suns his reddish-gold hair seemed to glow as lone strands whipped their way into his face. Currently you were crouched down next to a clone, hand covering a wound that just grazed the arterial valve, hands finding their place you had to keep calm and focused, one wrong move would cost this solider his life, adding him as another statistic in this endless war.
With your concentration on slowing the damage, the world seemed to fall away around you: the noise, glaring lights, heat from fire, grains of sand getting in your medic robes, all of that faded so you could concentrate on the steady stream of blood and slowing it. What you failed to be aware of was the blaster pointed right at you.
Obi-Wan however could sense in the force that your very being was in danger.
In a split second he located your life force on the field, and started sprinting twords you. The masked man with the gun slowly raised it at your head, on instinct Obi-Wan jumped and impaled the man through the chest with his glowing saber, the man slowly slumped on the ground without so much as a scream. General Kenobi tried to move, but his body wouldn’t let him, in his side the blaster shot had made a home. He let out a bitter scream as pain bled through his senses.
“You’re gonna need to keep pressure on the bandage but you’ll be fine,” you calmly assured the solider who’s warm blood you were currently covered in.
Something was wrong. Searching for Obi-Wan who had been just valiantly fighting, seemed futile as you couldn’t see his moving figure anymore.
“Obi-Wan!” Your voice involuntarily raised, a small groan a couple feet behind you caught your attention.
There lie Obi-Wan, side bloodied and face starting to bruise, quickly you ran to his side placing your hand on his face,
“Hey, hey I’m here now please stay awake, look at me, just stay awake, we’ll get to back to the infirmary soon. Please-“ a chocked sob escaped your lips,”-Stay.”
He tried to respond with comforting words, but all that came out was a mouthful of blood which dripped onto your robes. The full ache in his side mixing with the loss of blood proved too much for the Jedi knight, and he drifted off, comforted by your presence into a gentle slumber with your pleading voice the last thing he heard.
• • •
A cold feeling shuddered through Obi-Wan’s body. He didn’t know where his was or why he was here; all he could feel were cold bursts of air coming from the ceiling and soft snores. He immediately recognized the soft sounds as yours, and looking over he saw you huddled in the plastic hospital chair with bags under your eyes and messy hair, but still so beautiful.
“Darling, where am I?”
You awake as soon as his voice carried across the void space between the two of you and in response scooted the chair near his medical cot. Softly you took his hand in yours and splayed them over his bruised knuckles.
“You’re in the medbay. You took a blaster shot to the side, it was pretty gruesome. You had me worried.”
He felt your worry and adrenaline still evidently coursing through you.
“Well whatever damage I may have taken I’m sure I’m getting the best care with you by my side.” Obi-Wan confidently winked on the last line of his remark.
“There was only so much I could get you out of Obi-Wan, you’re gonna have to spend a few nights here in observation.” A childish frown was drawn across the Jedi’s features quickly followed by a toothy smile as a realization hit.
“So you’ll be stuck taking care of me, won’t you Darling?”
“Yes, you’ll be in my care, and I’ll be responsible for all your needs.” You returned the wink.
It was only when you were telling Obi-Wan a exiting story one of your co-workers shared with you did Obi-Wan realize the warm flush that covered his body whenever you would speak to him, let alone how he would react when you’d see him shirtless to check his heart-rate. Maker was he screwed.
• • •
Obi-Wan had already been here for two nights and he’s starting to get restless. Aside from the fact that he’s on bedrest when he should be out defending the galaxy, Obi-Wan has been plagued by some not so jedi code obeying thoughts. It had been no secret that he’s been infatuated with you since he accidentally bumped into you while lost in the Jedi temple, and although he was a Padawan and you were being trained as a medic, he would always find you. You’d known of the flowers he brought you from the garden, each night a new one to deem your reaction and figure of your favorites; when they turned out to be violet viranthiums he brought you as many as his arms could carry. He never could hide it from Qui-gon, who’d known since he caught the pair sneaking out to watch the sunrise. Although he wasn’t pleased at the prospect of his padawan forming any attachments, the old Jedi master saw how their bonds were entwined with each other, they were the source of each others strength. Hell, even Anakin has hinted multiple times of something going on between the two of you , and no matter how many times they argued on the matter Anakin would always insist there was something special there.
Your job had always amazed him, the ability to save lives. But now, on the receiving end of your work he felt something other than wonder. The way your eyes flew over his body to check his bruising, the tender feel of your hands intertwining with his when you would stop by his room and thought he was asleep, having to watch you command your subordinates then flash him a cheeky smile, it was all becoming too much.
It’s been a while since he’s given himself any pleasure, something done usually only in the confines of his locked chamber. It usually was because if he went too long
without it he would become much more tense and irritable, but recently it had been a more common occurrence. From the way you would style your hair or say his name he would almost instantly get hard. And that’s his current predicament.
After you had given him a peck on the cheek and a kiss on the hand before taking a nap in your quarters, Obi-Wan waited for everyone else to slowly file out of this infirmary wing.
Once sure he was alone, he raised the cloth gown to expose his leaking cock. He’d waited an hour before he could even touch himself and he felt everything so intensely from the warmth of his hand to the cool blow of infirmary air. Using his thumb Obi-Wan touched the tip of his cock, a shudder running through his body as he dipped lower, gathering precum to spread down his length. As his now glistening hand ran down his pulsating cock he imagined what you would feel like instead, you hands or lips wrapped around him, taking him, moaning loudly at the thought.
Throwing restraint to the wind, he wrapped his fist around his cock tighter, occasionally spitting in his hand to ease the friction.
As he was about to reach his high he groaned out your name- loud.
When he didn’t expect was to hear a small gasp coming from beside him. After what seemed like an eternity Obi-Wan peeled open his eyes and turned to the noise, cock still in hand, precum oozing from the tip onto his sheets and veins pronounced. There you were standing, heaving in the doorway, covered in a sheen of sweat. His heart dropped, time stoped, his dick instantly became flaccid in his still bruising grip.
You held up a pacer and tried to explain,
“The,,,monitor went off,,,high heart,,rate,” you heaved out between breaths, as if you’d run a marathon before arriving at the white-metal door, “spiked,,thought you,,, had a stroke.”
Absolutely terrified Kenobi was, still nude and exposed frozen in shock, fear and humiliation. You tried to tell him it was okay and no big deal, but the damage was done, you would know of his attachment, You would be ashamed to speak to him again. You would never look at him without seeing a Jedi whose failed and lost himself to lust.
Coming back to his senses Obi-Wan tucked himself away under gown then blanket and turned himself away from you.
Your sweet voice cut through the haze,
“Obi-Wan, it’s okay, it’s natural we can -“
“Go away,” he muttered softly, “You don’t have to be like this it’s okay I-“
“I SAID GO AWAY,” Obi-Wan screamed with anger in his voice, more so than you’ve ever heard before and it filled you with hurt that this man was so unsettled by his actions. Accepting defeat you slumped out the door and back to the common room before sparing one final hopeful glance.
Once sure that you were long gone he led out a sob, a true sob that echoed through the the now empty room. Tears fell freely as he trembled. He had lost you, the one thing he’d ever craved more than anything and he’d scared you away.
That was a true sleepless night.
• • •
The mortified Jedi twisted uncomfortably, white crisp paper crinkling and wrinkling underneath him. He was nervous and ashamed to be nude in someone’s presence since the night before. Jedi were not supposed to feed into their carnal desire, and moaning your name at the peak of pleasure while everyone could have heard, was certainly going against everything he was taught. He did belive in the Jedi code, but the only thing he believed more than the code- was you.
Metal doors swooshed open and hit the wall with a dull thud, and immediately the man was filled with shame. Without even looking up he could feel your energy swirling around, and how he wished it would’ve been any other medic in the temple. Looking up Obi-Wan noticed your tired expression and the mental walls you had put up, most likely as a response to seeing him in such a vulnerable position.
“Jedi Kenobi.” He tensed at your voice, tearing holes into the cot paper.
Your attempt to reach his eyes with yours, which were only met with his downward glare caused the small hope that he would be willing to talk to you die. Coughing lightly you slipped back into a cold and clinical voice,
“You’re here today for a full body exam to be released back into the field.” Still avoiding your gaze he nodded and focused on counting the spots in the linoleum tiles on the ground.
While you’re hands fidgeted with the small flashlight in hand, your voice wavered as you commanded the Jedi, “I’m going to need you to look at the light.”
Clear sky blue eyes looked forward, as if seeing directly passed you, the hurt evidently bleed through into your aura.
“Please follow my movements.”
His eyes flickered with the light, fine as expected, but a tension arose between the two when you brought your magnifier to his ear; you had brushed your hand along his jaw while pushing the hair behind his ear which in response Obi-Wan let out a small moan.
“Maker, I am so sorry I,,,shouldn’t have,,,,” the Jedi’s cheeks lit up with a reddish hue while he tried to turn around. On instinct your hand gripped his chin and slowly turned his face back around to be level with yours.
“It’s okay Obi-Wan it’s just me, I’m not gonna judge,” your fingers gently caressed the Jedi’s wild yet trimmed reddish beard.
After scribbling notes down on the black polished clipboard you turned back to the nervous Jedi “you’re going to need to take off your shirt so I can listen to your heart.”
Suddenly, Obi-Wan’s walls closed down again and he was drowned in his own shame. Last night you had seen him shirtless with a thin sheen of sweat matting his chest hair, and to be vulnerable light that again would be humiliating.
“If you’re uncomfortable I could disrobe too?”
If Obi-Wan was drinking water he would have spat it out. For years he’d long to hear you utter such a phrase in his presence, but never imagined it would ever come to fruition. All the blood his heart had been pumping suddenly rushed to his lower half, and he felt himself awkwardly shuffling to hide his growing erection. He finally looked into your eyes and nodded.
You grabbed his hands with your less war-worn ones and put them on the hem of your medical robes.
“How about you help me? And I help you?”
“Yes, Doctor,” some confidence seeped back into Obi-Wan’s voice. A coy smile was returned to the beaming Jedi, but once again uncertainty bloomed as his shirt started slowly lifting,
“I’m pretty sure you have to lift mine too,” you mused with a soft sweetness.
“Hey, if you’re uncomfortable we don’t have to do this.”
A strong calloused hand gripped yours and his Cruscanti accent filled the room,
“Darling I want this, but I need to know that you want this too, not just because of me.”
Didn’t he know that you thought of him in nearly every single moment? Years were spent watching him as a padawan, sending his signature smile your way every time he proved valiant in a fight? How could he have missed the longing stares, the nights spent sneaking off from the sterile medics quarters into the gardens to watch the sunrise together? Had he truly not known or the feelings you’ve always harbored for Obi-Wan Kenobi?
Bringing his hands up to your head from when they were entwined you pressed them to his forehead, and let him in. Within seconds Obi-Wan’s entire demeanor shifted as he basked in your affection. When his hands lowered to your shirt there was no hesitation when he lifted it over your head along with your standard undershirt, now fully bare. As a response you lowered the medical gown from his shoulders so it pooled around his waist.
Your stethoscope was cold along Obi-Wan’s heated skin, instead of focusing on the currently erratic heart rate wich was pounding through his body; all you could focus on was on his chest and they way it rose. With each breath in and out tension grew, as if the room itself was heating up. It was obvious to you that he was hard, the thin gown doing little to hide his cock, when you let your eyes linger you noticed a small wet patch of precome dampening the cloth. Your staring lasts too long, and Obi-Wan realizes the mess he’s made on the gown. With an embarrassed sigh, he takes the initiative to cover the mess with the rest of his gown, but you harshly grab and pin his wrists down to the cot-
“I think it’s time for the last part of this physical.”
Joining the Jedi on the cot, you lead his body so he’s facing away from you, and with his nod of permission untie the last clasp of the fabric gown. It falls to the floor without a sound, but Obi-Wan is finally fully revealed to you, bare skin with scars running over his back, zigzagging in between a constellation of freckles. Getting on your knees, you let him lean back into you pressing his back into your chest, a hiss involuntarily leaving his throat at the contact. You let your hands wander across his shoulder-blades feeling them tense and then relax.
“Your shoulders seem to be intact, but let’s go a little lower,” with caution you raked your nails over the front over his chest, the man whimpering as they came across his sensitive nipples.
“Oh you liked liked that Obi-Wan? Well do you like this?” You dragged your tongue over his pulse point, towards his ear and peppered his jawline in small kisses. The groaning that Obi-Wan elicited only grew your confidence, so as your tongue swiped down onto the soft spot between his neck and shoulder, your hands pinched each nipple; lightly at first but gradually pinching and twisting as the Jedi bucked his hips vigorously into nothing.
“Please, touch me please, I’ve been waiting so long to feel you please,” the great negotiator, begging for something as simple as your touch sent a warmth throughout your very being. Hands snapped away from his chest and his head lolled back into your shoulder, your eyes meeting his, pupils dilated and yearning with want. Slowly you brought your mouth to his and enveloped it in a tender kiss.
You were not a stranger to passion and had a fair share of lovers- as you were not a Jedi and the code requested nothing from you- but none of them could ever take the place in your heart carved out for your Jedi. And although from a technical standpoint the kiss was not the best you had, the feelings that were coursing through you both were nothing you’ve ever felt before, Obi-Wan allowed you into his mind and you explored each others deepest desires, nights spend moaning the others names and years of watching the other with nothing but a caring warmth.
Tenderly deepening the kiss, you opened your mouth and urged Obi-Wan to do the same. Tongues brushed against eachother as the kiss grew sloppier and more desperate, biting down and teasing each other’s lips.
When Obi-Wan pulled away for more air, he lifted his hand to the back of your head, gently playing with now messy tangles. Lips were barely brushing each-other and his breath was hot on your face.
“I’ve been waiting a long time to do that Darling.”
“Me too.”
“I’m sorry if I’m not that experienced,,,” he looked away as he spoke.
In response you grabbed his chin once again and pushed his face up until his eyes focused on yours,
“You know, I once heard that practice makes perfect,” you teased.
The hand in your hair suddenly stilled, and he spontaneously used it to pull you down back onto his lips, this time more carnal and animalistic as teeth clacked and his bottom lip was pulled into your mouth.
“I’m not gonna,,,last,,,much longer love,,,” Obi-Wan rasped into your mouth.
“Touch me.”
Following his command your hand left his jaw and stilled in front of his mouth.
“Lick.” He look at you quizzically but obediently obeyed.
Once significantly covered in enough spit, your hand wandered down his chest until It met a mound of reddish-brown hair surrounding his hard and neglected cock. As you slowly approached he nuzzled his head into your neck, alternating between planting soft kisses, whining and inhaling your sweet scent.
After a moment of teasing and anticipation you touched your slick hand to his weeping cockhead, gently teasing the slit with your finger. The visceral reaction Obi-Wan hand was one you wish could be stored in your memory forever, as soon as the contact was made he let out a high pitch yelp while his thighs trembled, heart beat becoming even more erratic.
Deciding to take mercy on the Jedi’s neglected cock you wrapped a hand around the base, he was thick, the thickest you’ve ever seen. For length he was about average but knowing the knights ability to pick up a multitude of talents quickly you were sure he would fill you up perfectly, this time your own thighs involuntarily clenching at the thought.
You started moving your hand at a slow consistent pace but as the teasing went on. the Jedi’s patience became tested. To be truly honest Obi-Wan seemed content doing the most of the work on his own, jerking his hips up and down faster and faster, increasing his pace and desperation. Encouragingly you muttered a string of “good boys,” and “you’re doing so well baby,” into his ear. The prospect of release brought slight tears into his eyes as his oversensitive body kept on feeling sparks appear at every junction you made contact with. He could feel his orgasm start to pulse throughout his very being, but instead shame he only registered your warmth mingling with his.
The jutting of his hips became even more intense and erratic as he spit out “I’m...gonna..cum..”
You just encouraged him as you peppered kisses across his slightly sunburnt shoulders and made your hand keep a pace for him.
In a matter of seconds the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard left the Jedi knight’s mouth. His orgasm ripped through his body as he bottomed out in your hold, senses simultaneously blinding and feeling every sensation that the force had to offer. You watched as seemingly endless ropes of hot cum jerked from his cock, onto your hand, his stomach and all the way up to his chest. You kept your hand going at a slow pace to help him fully ride out his orgasm, squeezing every last drop of come out until his moans became slightly pained at the sensitivity of your hands at his now spent cock.
His entire body fully flushed with a red and heated blush Obi-Wan blurted out with an embarrassed chuckle, “Sorry I’ve made such a mess love,” his eyes looked truly sorry as his breathing started to even out.”
“It’s no problem,” You responded as you brought the cum covered hand up to your mouth, licking up the still warm and sticky cum from your fingers. He tasted mostly sweet with a slight salty aftertaste- just like you imagined.
• • •
Being held in Obi-Wan’s gentle arms was everything you expected and more. Your minds melded and you let the calming sounds of his heartbeat lull you into a soothing state.
After Obi-Wan had come incredibly hard due to your ministrations, fully nude he lied down on the cot. Realizing what a compromising situation you were in, the smartest move was to lock the door. After that you decided to help make the Jedi more comfortable.
Grabbing a washcloth (and running it under warm water) you slowly started wiping at Obi-Wan’s skin, being careful to avoid his sensitive now flaccid cock. As exhaustion swept over you both, you felt his force signature dim as he entered a deep sleep; and from within your place on his chest you felt yourself relax and slowly drift away.
No matter what way the war would take you, you now knew that you would always have this moment. And you would fight to have an infinity more like it.