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Rex/Obiwan, “someone straddling the other while they’re “trying to read” and slowly getting them to put the book away”

A Game of Patience

AU: Remembered Valor
Word Count: 600
Characters: Rex, Obi-Wan Kenobi
Timeframe: Three years post-secession.

Rex knows they need to finish going over the reports from the borders, even if they do seem to be nothing more than routine. They’ll worry too much if they don’t.

Warm hands come to rest on their shoulders, sliding down as Obi-Wan leans in, looking at the datapad over their shoulder. “You have been looking at those reports for the last six hours. They’re not going to change if you take time to yourself.”

They know this, but there’s always a niggle in the back of their mind that if they don’t keep on top of things, something like what they remembered from before – vision, dream, another lifetime lived – will happen again. That their brothers will turn on the Jedi, and slaughter them, destroying what they’ve worked so hard for.

Obi-Wan hums, keeping one hand on Rex’s shoulder as she comes around to straddle Rex’s thighs. “There are better things to do than stare at reports you aren’t really reading.”

“I am reading them.” Rex pointedly doesn’t take their gaze off the datapad, trying not to smile as Obi-Wan slides one hand down their chest to rest over their heart. The ghostly sensation of fingers undoing the pressure clasps of Rex’s uniform promise them that Obi-Wan will not play fair.

Those same fingers slide over exposed skin, making Rex breathe deeper in an effort not to react. It’s a game, to pretend they’re still reading longer than Obi-Wan can resist actually sliding a hand into Rex’s trousers to distract them from their work.

Obi-Wan leans forward, nipping at the dip of Rex’s collarbone before pressing a kiss against their skin, forcing Rex to raise the datapad a little higher to continue pretending to read. They aren’t actually sure what the current report says, though they won’t admit that aloud.

Snorting softly against Rex’s skin, Obi-Wan leans back again so she can watch them with a small grin on her face. Rex raises an eyebrow, their gaze flicking to her for a moment before they ostensibly return their attention to the datapad. Waiting to see what she’ll try now.

When she starts unwinding the sash from her waist, Rex tightens thier grip on the datapad, refusing to be the one to lose this time, even if they do have to re-read the current report later. It’s hard, with each slowly revealed inch of freckled skin as Obi-Wan peels off sash, tabards, and tunic, though she leaves the thin shirt underneath on, teasing them with thoughts of the muscled body underneath.

Obi-Wan picks up Rex’s free hand, leaning into them as she presses a kiss to the tender skin of their wrist, nipping at the pulse-point. Slowly working her way up toward their elbow, settling Rex’s hand on her waist as she makes her way higher. They tighten their hand, crumpling the fabric of her shirt as they stare blindly at the datapad.

When Obi-Wan begins to suck at the point of their shoulder, Rex reaches out carefully to set the datapad on their desk, and turns their head to catch Obi-Wan’s lips in a hungry kiss. Maybe next time they’ll hold out longer, but right now, all Rex wants to do is take Obi-Wan to bed, and spend the next few hours making her forget her own name.

They part, panting, and Rex settles both hands on Obi-Wan’s waist so they don’t dump her on the floor when they stand. It takes several minutes to make it to the bed, clothing tugged off and left on the floor, taking another kiss with each step until they fall into bed together.

Notes: Taking one of the notes in my plot bunny fodder file (Jedi secede from the Republic and take clones with them), and doing an AU of an AU (Last Stand of Valor is the initial AU, Remembered Valor is an off-shoot of that around when AotC would occur).

In Last Stand of Valor, Obi-Wan is female, and Rex is non-binary (although in the primary verse, clones haven’t appeared in any stories yet). They aren’t, however, a couple in Last Stand of Valor.

Mace/obi – kissing anywhere but the lips

AU: Ashes and Hope
Word Count: 100

It’s been years since he’s felt any kindness in a touch. Since Mustafar, and the injury that had left him at the mercy of Vader and his Master, at least. Perhaps before that.

Obi-Wan shivers at the gentle touch of Mace’s lips against the bare – blessedly bare! – nape of his neck. It’s one of the things he’s relearning how to accept, physical intimacy. To welcome; even, sometimes, to ask for.

Mace’s arms are warm around him, and he rests his chin on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, patient. Waiting for Obi-Wan to relax before he presses another gentle, chaste kiss to his skin.

I’ve been quietly lurking for some time and I want to tell you that you’re amazing. Anybody trying to tell you otherwise is simply lashing out out of insecurity before the sheer magnitude of how awesome you are.

*sits and tries very hard not to cry for a long moment*

Thank you! *hugs you* I try, and I will keep trying to be the awesome person people keep telling me I am (sometimes what’s telling me I am not awesome is my brain, and that sucks, but anxiety and depression lie very convincingly sometimes).

And you are awesome, and you have made my day so much better. Thank you.

– anything involving the secretive brushing of fingertips against inner thighs in public spaces for obi-wan/clone(s) (uhhh couldn’t seem to make a decision as to which clone or clones so your choice)

Senate Hearings

AU: All Her Daughters
Word Count: 300

AO3 | DW

The damned Senate hearings were the worst part of the aftermath of the war, in Starspun’s opinion, trapped in one of those damned pods under the eyes of thousands of sentients, few of them favorably inclined to clones. At least they’re not alone in the pod, since it is the one technically belonging to the Jedi Order.

Starspun keeps a solemn face as he sits in the back of the pod, Wrath at the helm, her voice firm and steady and showing nothing of what earned her the name she bears with pride. General – Master, only, now, and never to them – Obi-Wan sits beside him, his attention ostensibly also on Wrath. Entirely collected and serene in the eyes of others.

It takes a moment of concentration, and Starspun just barely keeps from smirking as he focuses on the ghostly fingers he’s wrapping around Obi-Wan’s knee, rubbing his fingers in small circles over the skin. It had been one of the earliest things he and Wrath had figured out how to do with the Force, before they’d either of them found their names. Pokes and hands on the shoulder, silent means of communication that no one else would notice, especially not the long-necks.

That it can be used for less practical means is something they’ve only discovered recently.

A muscle twitches under Starspun’s intangible grip, and he can see the faint widening of Obi-Wan’s eyes in the periphery of his vision. He doubts anyone else has caught the little changes, especially not with everyone focused on Wrath.

When he feels a reciprocal brush of fingers trailing up the inside of his thigh a moment later, Starspun has to draw a slightly deeper breath, unable to hide his reaction quite as readily as Obi-Wan. He hopes they’re not trapped here much longer.

Erm – a question for two of the anon prompts.

The Rex/Obi-Wan or Rex/Anakin one, and the Anakin/Padmé one – would it be a problem for either of you if I did these in series, with an Anakin/Padmé/Rex triad?

Prompts Received:

Collecting them here so I can link things as I get them written and posted, and so I have everything in one place.

jhaernyl:

“you’re only allowed to sit there and watch until i tell you otherwise” Obi-Wan to Fives while getting in bed with Echo

sleepy morning kisses that accidentally turn intense Quinlan/Obi

Various Anons:

Rex/ObiWan or Rex/Anakin sex on a countertop/tabletop/sink because we couldn’t wait to get somewhere with cushions

Because someone else asked specifically for Obi-Wan/Rex, I think I’ll see if I can wrap my brain around Anakin/Rex for this one.

Rex/Obiwan, someone straddling the other while they’re “trying to read” and slowly getting them to put the book away

Anakin/Padmé you’re only allowed to sit there and watch until i tell you otherwise

Mace/obi – kissing anywhere but the lips

A pairing I’ve not even actually thought about. Huh.

anything involving the secretive brushing of fingertips against inner thighs in public spaces for obi-wan/clone(s) (uhhh couldn’t seem to make a decision as to which clone or clones so your choice)

*grins* I think I know what clone I’m using here, and this is going to be fun. Would a triad be unwelcome?

hamelin-born:

Fic Prompt: Anakin/Obi-Wan/(Padme?): Come with me tonight/We can make the night last forever. Any ‘verse of your choosing, just not Queen of Mercy and Grace.

Sorry! Forgot to post the source of the lyric – 4ever, by The Veronicas. (I was actually kinda surprised at the difference simply reading the lyric(s) instead of listening to them has on the overall impression given by said phrase.)

Promise, not Queen of Mercy and Grace. I. Am not quite that combination of depressed, pissed off, and disassociating right now. And that set of lyrics doesn’t go there for me, thankfully.

And shall be the triad in some fashion, because right now, my brain is very much in the not wanting Obi-Wan/Anakin.

I will write them as I figure them out. 🙂

Also, a reminder for when sending pairings for prompts. Name smushing is a squick of mine. Name 1/Name 2 – doesn’t have to be full names, first names is fine, even shortened (like jhaernyl did above with Obi-Wan), but. Not. Name. Smushes. (Even if the smushing isn’t the names, but things like stormpilot.)