FIC: So Special (3/6)
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aislinn_veedorTitle: So Special
Author: Vee017
Disclaimer: Not mine, it's all George's.
Spoilers: None.
Setting: Pre-AOTC. Anakin is about 18.
Rating: M or NC-17
Summary: Anakin attempts to find out what everyone goes gaga over his Master for and makes some discoveries on his own. ObiAni slash
Title: So Special
Author: Vee017
Disclaimer: Not mine, it's all George's.
Spoilers: None.
Setting: Pre-AOTC. Anakin is about 18.
Rating: M or NC-17
Summary: Anakin attempts to find out what everyone goes gaga over his Master for and makes some discoveries on his own. ObiAni slash
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
There was something wrong with his Padawan.
Anakin had never been quiet boy. And Obi-Wan knew now with certain clarity that he never would be. So it always worried him when Anakin became silent and avoiding.
If Obi-Wan hadn't used extra training as his punishment before, he would have thought that that had something to with the change. But even if it was, Anakin needed it. He had nearly caused an incident which could have been easily avoided if Anakin had actually read the mission briefing. Yet it was just like Anakin to ignore the notes. But still...what had that look been for that had gotten them into trouble?
Obi-Wan sighed. Anakin always had to be the centre of attention and when he wasn't, he pouted or got himself into trouble.
Though come to think of it, even when he was the centre of attention he tended to pout and get himself into trouble anyway.
And he always tended to look so petulant and wronged every time he did something. The way he'd lower his head and look up at Obi-Wan with those blue eyes half hidden by dark lashes and his lips...
He had always had such full lips that became all the more noticeable when he started pouting. It always made him want to...
Obi-Wan ran a hand over his face and started to make his tea. That train of thought would get him nowhere. It didn't matter that the boy had unknowingly seated himself at the forefront of all of Obi-Wan's thoughts. A lot of which were becoming increasingly inappropriate.
When the Sith had this happened? When had he gone from thinking that Anakin was a dangerous child to thinking he was a beautiful young man?
The dangerous part, he knew when that had stopped. It had left him a ways into their training when he had finally started getting to know him; when the barriers came down and they had really started bonding. Anakin wasn't a danger, he was a scared little boy thrown into a world he knew nothing about and had only Obi-Wan to look to for guidance. It had been a rocky beginning but they had gotten close.
The beautiful part though, that had come when Anakin turned sixteen. He wasn't a cute little kid anymore, he was something more. And that had disturbed Obi-Wan more than anything. Things weren't supposed to change like that. He wasn't supposed to become attracted to his own Padawan.
It was wrong.
They were Jedi.
He was Anakin's Master for Force sake. It was his duty to protect him and guide him. To mentor him. And that was exactly what Obi-Wan would do. Anakin trusted Obi-Wan and he would never do anything to betray that trust.
Certain thoughts had to be put aside and they would be. Obi-Wan had always been very good at burying things. Ignoring them. And that was what he would continue to do with these "feelings". Control and ignore.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
Besides, there was something troubling his Padawan, if last nights peculiarities were any thing to go by, as well as this morning's oddities. Obi-Wan was worried and he was going to find out what was wrong with Anakin.
Last night had been...weird. Forget the training, Anakin was always slightly off after a night filled with dreams. He should have known...
Something had awoken Obi-Wan. He blinked and sat up trying to pinpoint what exactly it was that had brought him out of his sleep. A light touch along his training bond with Anakin and his query was answered.
A tremor in the Force had brough him back into consciousness. His Padawan, the closest source. And it wasn't the first time he had been jolted awake because of him either.
Anakin's shields were up, though what felt like some sort of pain was still managing to seep through their bond. Probably another nightmare. The boy was rather prone to them, especially in his younger years. Once he learned how to guard against them they had lessened, some occasionally slipped past his defenses but it was increasingly becoming rare.
Obi-Wan waited for the tell-tale sound of a door swishing open and his Padawan padding through the hall to knock on his door and ask to stay with him. It was a ritual almost.
But when minutes passed without any sound, Obi-Wan's curiosity (and worry, since Anakin was usually a creature of nightly habit) got the better of him and he got up to investigate.
"Anakin?" he said, knocking gently on his Padawan's door.
Silence greeted him until he heard a faint mumbling of 'I'm fine.'
"Anakin?"
"I said I'm fine!"
"Could you open the door?"
"No, just go away!"
Obi-Wan nearly flinched away from the door at his Padawan's harsh tone. He shouldn't have, but every time Anakin pushed him away it stung.
"All right," he said. "But I'm here if you need me."
Anakin had definitely been acting odd. But then again, maybe it was just Obi-Wan who was reading too much into it.
You're a dirty old man Kenobi, noted his subconscious, just because he used you for a teddy bear for the past nine years doesn't mean he's going to keep doing it. He's eighteen, nearly an adult. He has to learn to deal with things on his own and isn't going to keep rushing to your bed.
And if he found out you were lusting over him, you know he'd hate you. It's sick. He's sixteen years younger and you could practically be his father.
Obi-Wan winced at the words that formed in his head. It was true though, Anakin was growing up very nicely and was probably starting to think it weird to sleep with his Master at such an age.
Everything was outgrown eventually, and he had to learn to let go. Anakin would be Knighted one day in the future. He would be a Jedi and they would probably be separated, lucky to see each other for maybe an Atunda tea.
Obi-Wan shook his head. It didn't matter what was happening or would happen, he still had a duty to his Padawan despite misplaced feelings that never should have been there in the first place.
Something was wrong with Anakin and it was his job as his Master to find out what it was, to get the boy to talk to him. He had usually come to him with his dreams and now that he didn't, Obi-Wan was going to have to ask.
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Anakin Skywalker trudged slowly back to his shared quarters with his Master. He had made sure to get up well before Obi-Wan did and be out of their rooms before he awoke and went straight to his classes. It was bad enough that he was taking the disappointment that everything last night was a dream to extremes but for it to have woken Obi-Wan up through the Force was mortifying. He prayed to every deity he knew that his Master had only felt a disturbance and nothing more.
His face had burned with complete embarrassment and panic when he heard Obi-Wan knock at his door. It sounded like he had thought Anakin had had a nightmare. Nice of him to come check up on him but given the circumstances, Anakin would have preferred him to have stayed sleeping or to have ignored him completely.
Moaning pitifully, Anakin just hoped that Obi-Wan had forgotten everything that had happened and would agree silently with Anakin that there was nothing to discuss and everything was peachy. He could pretend everything was normal, that nothing was wrong, that he didn't want Obi-Wan in ways he shouldn't. He really didn't want the speech on how all Padawans form crushes on their Masters and eventually get over them as they become Knights and experience the universe on their own.
Anakin didn't want to be on his own.
He wanted Obi-Wan with him always. They were a good team. They protected each other, took care of each other, their collective skills filled the gaps that the other didn't have. All he wanted was Obi-Wan. Why was that so much to ask?
Anakin pouted at the door to their quarters when he finally reached it. Even going as slow as he could, he reached it entirely too fast. Taking a few deep breaths, he worked on burying his feelings and raising his shields, getting ready to pretend everything was fine.
When the door swished open to admit him, he saw Obi-Wan at his usual spot at the table with a datapad and tea. Anakin wondered if it was a bad sign that his eyes immediately went to the cup Obi-Wan was holding as he brought it to his lips and wished he were that tea cup.
Anakin banished the thought quickly as he gave Obi-Wan his biggest smile and a cordial hello. In hindsight, that may not have been the smartest thing to do as he thought he saw what looked like suspicion start to circle in his Master's eyes.
"You were gone early this morning."
"I, um, had some things I forgot to look up in the archives for one of my classes," he lied.
"Anakin..." Obi-Wan stopped, unsure of how to word his concern and then opted for the most direct approach. "Are, are you sure you're all right?"
Anakin laughed nervously. "I'm fine Master really, perfect, you don't have to worry about me."
This was not what was supposed to happen when he got home. Everything was supposed to have been forgotten and left alone. Why was Obi-Wan bringing this up?
"Whenever you say that to me that's when I really worry."
Anakin crossed his arms and shuffled on the spot. Maybe he wasn't so lucky and Obi-Wan knew *exactly* what he had been dreaming about last night. Maybe this was when the lecture came, but he wanted Anakin to admit to it first so he could reject him in all his rejectable glory.
"Master can we please not do this."
Obi-Wan set his tea down and stood up. "Anakin you'll feel better if you talk about it."
He let out a sarcastic laugh. Oh yeah, what was he supposed to say? Well you see Master I was having the most erotic wet dream about you last night, the way you touched me and licked me, told me how beautiful I was. Right. Anakin was sure that would go over *real* well.
"Whatever's bothering you Padawan you can talk to me. And there is something bothering you. I felt the disturbance last night and whatever this nightmare was about..."
Anakin felt his face growing hot. This was not happening to him. So Obi-Wan really was convinced that it was a nightmare. Why couldn't he let it go? Anakin squirmed. Because he was Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan didn't let anything he deemed important go.
"Can we just drop this?" he tried desperately, trying to plead with Obi-Wan with his eyes.
"No Anakin we can't. If your nightmares are coming back and you won't talk to me..."
Obi-Wan stopped and strained to listen as Anakin interrupted him with a mumbled something.
"What was that?"
"I said, it wasn't...a nightmare," he gritted out.
"Then what..." Obi-Wan started in confusion before the words and his finally noticing of his Padawan's very bright red face and a leaking emotion through Anakin's heavily shielded end of their bond. He was embarrassed.
Not a nightmare so...oh. OH.
So...that kind of dream.
Obi-Wan crossed his arms nervously as his own face started to colour as he started to realize. Anakin's avoidance, his hostility the night before, his completely flushed face...he had practically forced his Padawan to admit to a wet dream.
Sith spit.
He was getting lost in his own little world of embarrassment that he barely registered Anakin's disjointed mutterings about the training salles as Anakin left their quarters hastily once concluding that they were done talking.
Obi-Wan covered his face with his hand as he sought his chair.
How was he to know?
If Anakin wasn't prone to nightmares he wouldn't have pushed. It was normal for boys to do...that. It's not like it was something one controlled. And he should know. He didn't ask Anakin to dance around his dreams without any clothes on and it wasn't like Anakin could ask his fantasies to do anything either.
But then again, Anakin wasn't very likely dreaming about him.
A small thought then managed to worm its way into Obi-Wan's mind, and it briefly occurred to him that he shouldn't care, and it really was none of his business who graced Anakin's thoughts but...
Padme.
He grimaced. She was all he could talk about in his early years and even now, the absent Queen still managed to work her way into their conversations.
Forget what he said about feelings and control, Obi-Wan was bitter.
Next Chapter
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A/N: And now I go study for Finals that are coming up. Last one is on the 19th, I'm not sure if I'll have the time to write Chapter 4 before that.
Author: Vee017
Disclaimer: Not mine, it's all George's.
Spoilers: None.
Setting: Pre-AOTC. Anakin is about 18.
Rating: M or NC-17
Summary: Anakin attempts to find out what everyone goes gaga over his Master for and makes some discoveries on his own. ObiAni slash
Title: So Special
Author: Vee017
Disclaimer: Not mine, it's all George's.
Spoilers: None.
Setting: Pre-AOTC. Anakin is about 18.
Rating: M or NC-17
Summary: Anakin attempts to find out what everyone goes gaga over his Master for and makes some discoveries on his own. ObiAni slash
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
There was something wrong with his Padawan.
Anakin had never been quiet boy. And Obi-Wan knew now with certain clarity that he never would be. So it always worried him when Anakin became silent and avoiding.
If Obi-Wan hadn't used extra training as his punishment before, he would have thought that that had something to with the change. But even if it was, Anakin needed it. He had nearly caused an incident which could have been easily avoided if Anakin had actually read the mission briefing. Yet it was just like Anakin to ignore the notes. But still...what had that look been for that had gotten them into trouble?
Obi-Wan sighed. Anakin always had to be the centre of attention and when he wasn't, he pouted or got himself into trouble.
Though come to think of it, even when he was the centre of attention he tended to pout and get himself into trouble anyway.
And he always tended to look so petulant and wronged every time he did something. The way he'd lower his head and look up at Obi-Wan with those blue eyes half hidden by dark lashes and his lips...
He had always had such full lips that became all the more noticeable when he started pouting. It always made him want to...
Obi-Wan ran a hand over his face and started to make his tea. That train of thought would get him nowhere. It didn't matter that the boy had unknowingly seated himself at the forefront of all of Obi-Wan's thoughts. A lot of which were becoming increasingly inappropriate.
When the Sith had this happened? When had he gone from thinking that Anakin was a dangerous child to thinking he was a beautiful young man?
The dangerous part, he knew when that had stopped. It had left him a ways into their training when he had finally started getting to know him; when the barriers came down and they had really started bonding. Anakin wasn't a danger, he was a scared little boy thrown into a world he knew nothing about and had only Obi-Wan to look to for guidance. It had been a rocky beginning but they had gotten close.
The beautiful part though, that had come when Anakin turned sixteen. He wasn't a cute little kid anymore, he was something more. And that had disturbed Obi-Wan more than anything. Things weren't supposed to change like that. He wasn't supposed to become attracted to his own Padawan.
It was wrong.
They were Jedi.
He was Anakin's Master for Force sake. It was his duty to protect him and guide him. To mentor him. And that was exactly what Obi-Wan would do. Anakin trusted Obi-Wan and he would never do anything to betray that trust.
Certain thoughts had to be put aside and they would be. Obi-Wan had always been very good at burying things. Ignoring them. And that was what he would continue to do with these "feelings". Control and ignore.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
Besides, there was something troubling his Padawan, if last nights peculiarities were any thing to go by, as well as this morning's oddities. Obi-Wan was worried and he was going to find out what was wrong with Anakin.
Last night had been...weird. Forget the training, Anakin was always slightly off after a night filled with dreams. He should have known...
Something had awoken Obi-Wan. He blinked and sat up trying to pinpoint what exactly it was that had brought him out of his sleep. A light touch along his training bond with Anakin and his query was answered.
A tremor in the Force had brough him back into consciousness. His Padawan, the closest source. And it wasn't the first time he had been jolted awake because of him either.
Anakin's shields were up, though what felt like some sort of pain was still managing to seep through their bond. Probably another nightmare. The boy was rather prone to them, especially in his younger years. Once he learned how to guard against them they had lessened, some occasionally slipped past his defenses but it was increasingly becoming rare.
Obi-Wan waited for the tell-tale sound of a door swishing open and his Padawan padding through the hall to knock on his door and ask to stay with him. It was a ritual almost.
But when minutes passed without any sound, Obi-Wan's curiosity (and worry, since Anakin was usually a creature of nightly habit) got the better of him and he got up to investigate.
"Anakin?" he said, knocking gently on his Padawan's door.
Silence greeted him until he heard a faint mumbling of 'I'm fine.'
"Anakin?"
"I said I'm fine!"
"Could you open the door?"
"No, just go away!"
Obi-Wan nearly flinched away from the door at his Padawan's harsh tone. He shouldn't have, but every time Anakin pushed him away it stung.
"All right," he said. "But I'm here if you need me."
Anakin had definitely been acting odd. But then again, maybe it was just Obi-Wan who was reading too much into it.
You're a dirty old man Kenobi, noted his subconscious, just because he used you for a teddy bear for the past nine years doesn't mean he's going to keep doing it. He's eighteen, nearly an adult. He has to learn to deal with things on his own and isn't going to keep rushing to your bed.
And if he found out you were lusting over him, you know he'd hate you. It's sick. He's sixteen years younger and you could practically be his father.
Obi-Wan winced at the words that formed in his head. It was true though, Anakin was growing up very nicely and was probably starting to think it weird to sleep with his Master at such an age.
Everything was outgrown eventually, and he had to learn to let go. Anakin would be Knighted one day in the future. He would be a Jedi and they would probably be separated, lucky to see each other for maybe an Atunda tea.
Obi-Wan shook his head. It didn't matter what was happening or would happen, he still had a duty to his Padawan despite misplaced feelings that never should have been there in the first place.
Something was wrong with Anakin and it was his job as his Master to find out what it was, to get the boy to talk to him. He had usually come to him with his dreams and now that he didn't, Obi-Wan was going to have to ask.
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Anakin Skywalker trudged slowly back to his shared quarters with his Master. He had made sure to get up well before Obi-Wan did and be out of their rooms before he awoke and went straight to his classes. It was bad enough that he was taking the disappointment that everything last night was a dream to extremes but for it to have woken Obi-Wan up through the Force was mortifying. He prayed to every deity he knew that his Master had only felt a disturbance and nothing more.
His face had burned with complete embarrassment and panic when he heard Obi-Wan knock at his door. It sounded like he had thought Anakin had had a nightmare. Nice of him to come check up on him but given the circumstances, Anakin would have preferred him to have stayed sleeping or to have ignored him completely.
Moaning pitifully, Anakin just hoped that Obi-Wan had forgotten everything that had happened and would agree silently with Anakin that there was nothing to discuss and everything was peachy. He could pretend everything was normal, that nothing was wrong, that he didn't want Obi-Wan in ways he shouldn't. He really didn't want the speech on how all Padawans form crushes on their Masters and eventually get over them as they become Knights and experience the universe on their own.
Anakin didn't want to be on his own.
He wanted Obi-Wan with him always. They were a good team. They protected each other, took care of each other, their collective skills filled the gaps that the other didn't have. All he wanted was Obi-Wan. Why was that so much to ask?
Anakin pouted at the door to their quarters when he finally reached it. Even going as slow as he could, he reached it entirely too fast. Taking a few deep breaths, he worked on burying his feelings and raising his shields, getting ready to pretend everything was fine.
When the door swished open to admit him, he saw Obi-Wan at his usual spot at the table with a datapad and tea. Anakin wondered if it was a bad sign that his eyes immediately went to the cup Obi-Wan was holding as he brought it to his lips and wished he were that tea cup.
Anakin banished the thought quickly as he gave Obi-Wan his biggest smile and a cordial hello. In hindsight, that may not have been the smartest thing to do as he thought he saw what looked like suspicion start to circle in his Master's eyes.
"You were gone early this morning."
"I, um, had some things I forgot to look up in the archives for one of my classes," he lied.
"Anakin..." Obi-Wan stopped, unsure of how to word his concern and then opted for the most direct approach. "Are, are you sure you're all right?"
Anakin laughed nervously. "I'm fine Master really, perfect, you don't have to worry about me."
This was not what was supposed to happen when he got home. Everything was supposed to have been forgotten and left alone. Why was Obi-Wan bringing this up?
"Whenever you say that to me that's when I really worry."
Anakin crossed his arms and shuffled on the spot. Maybe he wasn't so lucky and Obi-Wan knew *exactly* what he had been dreaming about last night. Maybe this was when the lecture came, but he wanted Anakin to admit to it first so he could reject him in all his rejectable glory.
"Master can we please not do this."
Obi-Wan set his tea down and stood up. "Anakin you'll feel better if you talk about it."
He let out a sarcastic laugh. Oh yeah, what was he supposed to say? Well you see Master I was having the most erotic wet dream about you last night, the way you touched me and licked me, told me how beautiful I was. Right. Anakin was sure that would go over *real* well.
"Whatever's bothering you Padawan you can talk to me. And there is something bothering you. I felt the disturbance last night and whatever this nightmare was about..."
Anakin felt his face growing hot. This was not happening to him. So Obi-Wan really was convinced that it was a nightmare. Why couldn't he let it go? Anakin squirmed. Because he was Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan didn't let anything he deemed important go.
"Can we just drop this?" he tried desperately, trying to plead with Obi-Wan with his eyes.
"No Anakin we can't. If your nightmares are coming back and you won't talk to me..."
Obi-Wan stopped and strained to listen as Anakin interrupted him with a mumbled something.
"What was that?"
"I said, it wasn't...a nightmare," he gritted out.
"Then what..." Obi-Wan started in confusion before the words and his finally noticing of his Padawan's very bright red face and a leaking emotion through Anakin's heavily shielded end of their bond. He was embarrassed.
Not a nightmare so...oh. OH.
So...that kind of dream.
Obi-Wan crossed his arms nervously as his own face started to colour as he started to realize. Anakin's avoidance, his hostility the night before, his completely flushed face...he had practically forced his Padawan to admit to a wet dream.
Sith spit.
He was getting lost in his own little world of embarrassment that he barely registered Anakin's disjointed mutterings about the training salles as Anakin left their quarters hastily once concluding that they were done talking.
Obi-Wan covered his face with his hand as he sought his chair.
How was he to know?
If Anakin wasn't prone to nightmares he wouldn't have pushed. It was normal for boys to do...that. It's not like it was something one controlled. And he should know. He didn't ask Anakin to dance around his dreams without any clothes on and it wasn't like Anakin could ask his fantasies to do anything either.
But then again, Anakin wasn't very likely dreaming about him.
A small thought then managed to worm its way into Obi-Wan's mind, and it briefly occurred to him that he shouldn't care, and it really was none of his business who graced Anakin's thoughts but...
Padme.
He grimaced. She was all he could talk about in his early years and even now, the absent Queen still managed to work her way into their conversations.
Forget what he said about feelings and control, Obi-Wan was bitter.
Next Chapter
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A/N: And now I go study for Finals that are coming up. Last one is on the 19th, I'm not sure if I'll have the time to write Chapter 4 before that.
