bookworm (ex_bookworm742) wrote in starwars_fic, @ 2007-07-25 11:09:00 |
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Sleeping Etiquette
Little fictlet I just wrote. I'm posting it here before I can talk myself out of it, then going to sign off and pretend I didn't post. Comments would be appreciated.
Title: Sleeping Etiquette
Author: Bookworm
Rating: S for silly and F for fluff. Seriously, though; it’s just PG. Some references to smut, but nothing explicit.
Disclaimer: *sighs* No, I don’t own Obi Wan or anything Star Wars. Obi makes a great cuddle toy, though.
Author’s Note: This is a pretty goofy fic. Not humor, just silly. The idea just hit me and wouldn’t let go.
Obi Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master, member of the Jedi Council, Master of the Chosen One, and General in the Grand Army of the Republic is rather different when he is asleep. When awake, he is the consummate Jedi. A living example of the Code, he is a kind, gentle, soft-spoken man who is a pleasure to be around. He is the last person you would expect to become possessive. Say, stealing the covers is something that up until now, you would have thought to be out of character. Now Anakin, you might speculate, might do that. But Obi Wan? Never.
You reach behind yourself and once more try to tug the covers from where they are tangled in a heap around said Jedi General. He mumbles slightly, and refuses to release them. You sigh, and curl up tighter. It is too cold to be without covers on a night like this. While he was awake, Obi Wan was rather enthusiastic about keeping you warm. You smile slightly at the memory. He steadfastedly claims that your relationship keeps him young. Perhaps he is right; he still gives you his famous mischievous grin, the one that reminds you of the Padawan he used to be. Yes, while he was awake, Obi Wan proved his reputation for being a gentleman, and kept you warm when even his legendary endurance required him to take a rest. It always takes awhile, but he eventually wears down, and quickly goes to sleep. He looks more peaceful in his sleep. You had enjoyed the sight of him at peace, his breath steady on you, as you had slowly drifted into sleep yourself. Only to wake up, hours later, freezing. Your lover, wonderful as he is, had stolen the covers. You sigh, and give the covers another half-hearted tug, expecting another noise of negation and no covers. What you don’t expect, is for the covers pulled out of your hand, and a warm, male body pressing itself against your back. You jump, startled at the contact, and turn to face him. At least, you try to turn. Obi Wan quickly wraps his arms around your waist, tightens them at your movement, and growls into your ear. His body wriggles against yours slightly as he makes himself comfortable. His face nuzzles into your neck, and he holds you heartbreakingly close. You wait long enough for him to settle, then try to move again. Once more, his arms tighten against you and he growls. You feel your insides melt. The heat of his body against yours quickly chases away the chill, and you are left with a feeling of tenderness as he cuddles you close. You giggle at the thought of his reaction to your movement. Awake, he likely wouldn’t allow himself to be possessive. But when he’s asleep, your Obi-kitty gets lonely and very possessive of his sleep toys. You half expect this to anger you, but it doesn’t. You only feel warm, inside and out. You cuddle back into him, making him purr. His embrace feels so warm, and so safe. You know he’ll never let anyone hurt you. In this sanctuary, you drift back off to sleep.