Fic: White Rabbits (Star Wars, 30/?)
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butterflyPart: 30/?
Author: Diana Michelle (
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butterfly)Warnings: Spoilers for Revenge of the Sith.
Pairings: Anakin/Obi-Wan; Leia/Han.
Rating: R/NC-17 (note: rating has changed).
Summary: Obi-Wan's desires are more powerful than he'd like them to be.
Author's Note: So, I really thought that this was going to be a PG-13 story. And then it turned out not to be. Such is writing.
Disclaimer: Not Lucas, don't own a thing, not making any money.
Chapter Index
Anakin tasted like the Force.
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And that was such a peculiar thought that it stopped Obi-Wan cold. He pulled back, opened his eyes and tried to work out just what it meant.
Anakin’s eyes were still closed, and he was smiling slightly, lips still parted. His breathing was deep and regular, as if he’d gone into deep meditation. Only Anakin had never quite gotten the knack of that. Obi-Wan reached out with his left hand, stroking his knuckles across Anakin’s cheek – Anakin turned towards the touch, but otherwise remained passive.
“There are so many reasons why I shouldn’t do this,” Obi-Wan whispered, his hand still tracing the lines of Anakin’s face. His other hand was warm under Anakin’s own, on the upper bend of Anakin’s knee, and he found that he had no place in his heart for regret or fear.
“But you want to,” Anakin said, opening his eyes and lifting his gaze to meet Obi-Wan’s. Anakin’s eyes were the vibrant and clear blue of a ‘saber blade, and he’d never looked more like a Jedi.
Obi-Wan cupped the side of Anakin’s face, briefly gliding his thumb across Anakin’s lips, plush and inviting. He leaned forward, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against Anakin’s, feeling unsteady. Anakin’s breath was warm and steady, and it was a simple matter of Obi-Wan tilting his head down in just the right way to catch Anakin’s lips again.
It was a soft kiss, a gentle pressing of mouth against mouth, an acknowledgement that Anakin was right – in this moment, Obi-Wan could think of nothing that he wanted more.
He shivered slightly at the danger in that thought and Anakin’s hand squeezed his reassuringly. Obi-Wan deepened the kiss, teasing Anakin’s mouth open, gently pressing forward, slipping his tongue inside. Again, he felt the whispers of something that felt like the Force, prompting the impossible notion that if he just kissed Anakin for long enough, that serenity would work its way back inside him.
He chuckled softly, the sound lost in Anakin’s mouth.
Impossible was the word of the day, after all. That they were here at all, in this time and place. Obi-Wan broke the kiss, feeling the urge to look at Anakin again – they were here, together, and impossible didn’t seem to be the barrier that it used to be.
Anakin was smiling at Obi-Wan, filled with a radiant joy that touched Obi-Wan more deeply than anything he’d ever felt before. He caressed the side of Anakin’s face, the pads of his fingers outlining the edge of an ear, the curve of a jaw, the strong line of Anakin’s neck. Here, it seemed almost safe to admit that there were few prices he wouldn’t be willing to pay to keep Anakin as happy as he was at this moment.
This was why love was forbidden.
“Obi-Wan,” Anakin said, his voice filled with wonder. “Is this… is this what it’s like, for other Jedi?”
“What do you mean?” Obi-Wan asked, stroking his fingers over Anakin’s lips.
“Over and over, you’ve told me that the Force is about serenity, not passion,” Anakin said. He paused when one of Obi-Wan’s fingers slipped inside his mouth, closing his lips around it and sucking lightly. Slowly, Obi-Wan drew his finger out, gently rubbing it over Anakin’s full lips. Anakin took a deep breath, very obviously centering himself again as he continued, “And I’ve never believed you, because… because it wasn’t true. Not for me.”
“And now?”
“I can see stars,” Anakin said, brow furrowing in thought. “I can feel the universe. I’m a part of it.”
“We all are, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, sliding his hand to the back of Anakin’s neck, stroking his fingers through the short hairs there.
“But it never felt true before,” Anakin said. “And now….”
“Now?” Obi-Wan asked.
Anakin’s lips were touching his, almost before Obi-Wan saw him start to move. The kiss wasn’t forceful, but steady and certain, and, instinctively, Obi-Wan gave himself over to it. He felt the pulsing rhythm of the Force, but it wasn’t inside himself at all – suddenly, he realized that what he was feeling was Anakin’s connection to the Force. Anakin was fully open to it, and it was filling him up.
Obi-Wan had always been aware of Anakin’s strength, but if Anakin’s Force-connection had grown so strong that it was spilling over into the world around him, then Anakin’s potential was even greater than he’d ever imagined.
Obi-Wan’s hand had fallen to Anakin’s shoulder, half on the loosened fabric of Anakin’s tunic and half on warm, smooth skin. And now Anakin’s false hand was on the small of Obi-Wan’s back urging him up into Anakin’s kiss. Obi-Wan’s other hand, still tangled with Anakin’s, slid up Anakin’s thigh. Anakin tugged on Obi-Wan’s hand, breaking their kiss, as he straightened his legs under Obi-Wan and leaned back against the bed, pulling Obi-Wan down on top of him.
The folds of Obi-Wan’s cloak fell around them, suddenly feeling unwieldy, far too warm and heavy. Obi-Wan let go of Anakin, tugging his cloak off impatiently, and then unceremoniously dropping it off the side of the bed.
Anakin was laughing softly, and Obi-Wan found himself joining in, the absurd joy of this moment overwhelming him. Slowly, their laughter faded, and Anakin’s hands moved to Obi-Wan’s waist, as Anakin stared up at Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan wasn’t entirely sure what to do, to be perfectly honest. He’d shared his bed with a few people, but none of them had been Anakin. None of them had mattered, certainly not in this shaking, bone-deep way. Carefully, Obi-Wan leant down over Anakin, bracing himself on his elbows. Gently, he pressed his lips against the side of Anakin’s neck, darting his tongue out, cataloging the lightly salty taste of Anakin’s skin there. Anakin shuddered under him, tilting his head back, so that Obi-Wan could continue kissing up the column of Anakin’s neck.
One of Anakin’s hands stayed on Obi-Wan’s waist, while his other hand slipped around to the clasp on Obi-Wan’s belt. Obi-Wan pushed himself up, meeting Anakin’s eyes – no hesitation there, just a soft question. Obi-Wan gave a short nod, not trusting himself to speak. He kissed the corner of Anakin’s mouth, and he could feel Anakin working the clasp, pulling the belt and sash out of the way when he was done.
And now Anakin’s callused, strong and very human hand was touching Obi-Wan’s abdomen, stroking across him, exploring him. Obi-Wan’s gaze flicked up and he was struck by the look of concentration on Anakin’s face. Obi-Wan pushed himself upright, pulling off his outer tunic, stripping off the inner, then allowing them both to drop off the bed. Anakin watched carefully, and Obi-Wan felt an odd satisfaction in that, that Anakin would find him such a desirable object of study.
“I need-I need to tell you,” Anakin said, pushing up to trace his hand down the center of Obi-Wan’s body, starting at the base of Obi-Wan’s neck and sliding straight down, stroking over trembling skin. “Obi-Wan, I-“
“Don’t,” Obi-Wan said, catching Anakin’s wrist with his hand. “Please, don’t.”
“Then I’ll show you and… and you can show me,” Anakin said, shifting upright. He was sitting up again now, and Obi-Wan was on his knees, straddling Anakin. Anakin tugged his wrist out of Obi-Wan’s grasp, sliding it securely around Obi-Wan’s shoulders, holding Obi-Wan in place. Then he presented his other hand to Obi-Wan, the glove, as always, covering the replacement arm. “We don’t have to say anything.”
As if that made it any less real, any less dangerous.
Still, Obi-Wan took Anakin’s hand in his, feeling the unyielding firmness of durasteel under the soft material of the glove. His other hand was hovering around the top of the glove, and Anakin had to be sensing his hesitation. Slowly, he undid the clasps holding the glove in place, then tugged the fabric down to reveal the alternating steel and gold colors of the false hand. It was warm, of course, but the oddly cool warmth of machinery kept in constant usage, not the heated warmth of flesh.
He never actually had the chance to see it before, not on Anakin. He’d approved the permanent design while Anakin was still on Naboo, wearing the temporary arm that would teach his system how to interact with the intricate interface of the replacement arm. But while he’d been able to realize that it was the best choice, designed to favor usage and sensitivity over realism, somehow Anakin had sensed how uncomfortable the idea of actually seeing it had made him. And Anakin had never taken the glove off while in Obi-Wan’s presence.
Obi-Wan stroked his fingers over the arm as he pulled the glove off completely and Anakin shivered, as if Obi-Wan were touching real skin. Obi-Wan shifted his gaze to the blank wall over Anakin’s shoulder and then he adjusted his position on Anakin’s lap, spreading his legs slightly, tilting his pelvis up, trusting Anakin’s hold on his shoulders to keep him upright. He let go of Anakin’s hand, moving his hands to his waist, dipping them under the fabric of his pants, and then sliding them down until they were bunched up at the tops of his thighs.
His eyelids slid shut when he felt the firm metal of Anakin’s hand touching his waist. His own hands felt useless, and he grabbed fistfuls of the blanket below, forcing his hips to stay still under Anakin’s touch. This part of Anakin, this inhuman reminder of Obi-Wan’s failure as a teacher, it was still a part of Anakin.
Anakin stroked along Obi-Wan’s body and his touch felt surreal. Anakin was touching him so softly, so gently, as if Obi-Wan might break under him. Under more normal circumstances, that idea would make Obi-Wan laugh, but here and now, the possibility seemed real, the danger true.
Anakin coasted his fingers across Obi-Wan’s hipbone and Obi-Wan’s hips twitched up in response. Obi-Wan heard Anakin sigh quietly, and then the touch returned, Anakin pressing his fingers down more firmly – again, Obi-Wan couldn’t stop the instinctive upward roll of his hips.
Then Anakin’s hand brushed across Obi-Wan’s straining cock, and Obi-Wan felt his brain shiver to a complete halt at the shuddering and eager response of his own body. His mind might have reservations about that hand touching him, but it seemed that his mind was the only part of him that did.
And now Anakin’s hand was wrapped around him and Anakin’s lips were pressed against his again. Obi-Wan opened his mouth, encouraging Anakin’s kiss to deepen, licking up into Anakin’s mouth. Anakin’s Force-connection flickered against him, giving him tiny flashes of need and desire.
Anakin pulled out of the kiss, but only to move his mouth to Obi-Wan’s shoulder, sucking gently at the place Obi-Wan’s shoulder met his neck. Obi-Wan’s eyes opened, and Anakin’s hand was shining, reflecting the light of the room, as it worked gentle and slow over Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan pressed back against Anakin’s other hand, watching as he bucked up into Anakin’s hand. He felt unbearably close, but he couldn’t speak, not even to warn Anakin.
Anakin was whispering now, tiny snatches of nothing against Obi-Wan’s skin, his hot and unsteady breath a counterpoint to the certain touch of his hand. None of the words that Anakin was saying meant anything when set against what he wasn’t saying, what Obi-Wan had asked him not to say.
And refusing to say the words didn’t stop them from being true.
Anakin’s hand twisted on Obi-Wan, tightening slightly. Obi-Wan let out a soft moan, his head falling back and his body straining upward, muscles tensing. His hips snapped up one last time, and then Obi-Wan shuddered in release.
And he was panting and Anakin was still holding him so tenderly, and Obi-Wan still couldn’t speak. He allowed himself to relax against Anakin, his hands letting go of the blanket, leaning forward to press against Anakin, trapping the sticky-wetness of his orgasm between their bodies. Anakin was still talking, and Obi-Wan tried to focus enough to listen to him.
“-and when I saved you on Cestina III, I had to take off your tunic to tend your wound,” Anakin said. “And you trembled under my touch then, too. I thought it was just that you were hurt, but it wasn’t, was it?”
“You were seventeen,” Obi-Wan said, and Anakin looked down at him, looking slightly surprised, either because he hadn’t thought Obi-Wan was listening or he hadn’t realized that he was talking out loud. “You were just a child, Anakin.”
“Seventeen is over the age of consent on Coruscant,” Anakin pointed out.
“One’s Padawan is never over the age of consent,” Obi-Wan said, firmly. Anakin chuckled, running his hands over Obi-Wan’s back, settling into more exploration.
Obi-Wan reached up and stroked the side of Anakin’s face, sure that he’d pay for this reckless choice in the end.
But equally certain that this was well worth the price.
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Date: 2005-08-28 09:54 pm (UTC)And he was panting and Anakin was still holding him so tenderly, and Obi-Wan still couldn’t speak.
Anakin stroked along Obi-Wan’s body and his touch felt surreal. Anakin was touching him so softly, so gently, as if Obi-Wan might break under him.
I think those were my favorite parts. Between the channeling of Anakin's passion into gentleness, and the subtle manifestation of Anakin's fear (with the overtones of him destroying the people he loves), it's just so *right*.
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Date: 2005-08-30 07:35 am (UTC)Thank you.
I think those were my favorite parts. Between the channeling of Anakin's passion into gentleness, and the subtle manifestation of Anakin's fear (with the overtones of him destroying the people he loves), it's just so *right*.
Thank you! And yes, the fear is definitely not gone, but it's a bit transformed.
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Date: 2005-08-28 10:04 pm (UTC)“And now?”
“I can see stars,” Anakin said, brow furrowing in thought. “I can feel the universe. I’m a part of it.”
I don't have adequate words for expressing how much this bit here and the whole chapter moved me and made so so so much sense for the both of them. Thank you so much for writing it.
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Date: 2005-08-30 07:36 am (UTC)You're welcome. Thank you for responding. I'm so thrilled that the relationship is working.
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Date: 2005-08-28 10:25 pm (UTC)This entire piece is just beautiful.
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Date: 2005-08-30 07:37 am (UTC)And yes, the hand porn was impossible to resist.
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Date: 2005-08-28 10:40 pm (UTC)I like Anakin tasting like the Force. Love how they avoid "the words." I'm a little scared for Obi-Wan, though.
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Date: 2005-08-30 07:38 am (UTC)Dizzy is good!
"don't speak~"
Date: 2005-08-29 12:21 am (UTC)SDKFLDIFNAJLJJJAAAKKKKQ!Q!!This is so incredibly intimate. I'll admit to having read lots and lots of Obi-Wan/Anakin porn, but I don't know if any one of them come close to the vulnerability or intimacy or the sheer emotional significance you show here.
My favorite part: Obi-Wan wasn’t entirely sure what to do, to be perfectly honest. He’d shared his bed with a few people, but none of them had been Anakin. None of them had mattered, certainly not in this shaking, bone-deep way.
There's something ironic? odd? fitting? sweet? that Obi-Wan lets himself be fondled by the symbol of his failure as a teacher.
Am not entirely sure why Anakin has found so deep a connection to the Force through Obi-Wan, but I'm glad for him. Am also curious to hear what else he was muttering before Obi-Wan tuned in. *grins*
Re: "don't speak~"
Date: 2005-08-30 07:45 am (UTC)Wow, thank you! It helps that I've had some time to build towards it, I think. It took 45,000+ words to get to this point. And I just adore SW for inspiring me to write so much -- this has been such a wonderful fandom for me to play in so far.
My favorite part: Obi-Wan wasn’t entirely sure what to do, to be perfectly honest. He’d shared his bed with a few people, but none of them had been Anakin. None of them had mattered, certainly not in this shaking, bone-deep way.
Thank you! Knowing people's favorite parts is so neat.
There's something ironic? odd? fitting? sweet? that Obi-Wan lets himself be fondled by the symbol of his failure as a teacher.
It's definitely something.
*pets Obi-Wan*
Am not entirely sure why Anakin has found so deep a connection to the Force through Obi-Wan, but I'm glad for him. Am also curious to hear what else he was muttering before Obi-Wan tuned in. *grins*
Obi-Wan was very inconsiderate not to be listening to Anakin every moment. *grins*
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Date: 2005-08-29 03:59 am (UTC)Haunting in a very beautiful way.
PS: THank you for this, I've never expected this chapter to come out as early as today.. but.. thank you. <333
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Date: 2005-08-30 07:48 am (UTC)And I haven't been expecting to write this fast either -- the characters just really inspire me. It's a wonderful feeling.
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Date: 2005-08-29 05:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-30 07:50 am (UTC)Let me just say: this was beautiful. Awesome. I have no words. I can't even pick out a part to quote here and rave about, b/c it's all just too damn marvelous. You win at life. Just whoa. Dear gods.
Eeek. Now that I've won at life, what do I do next?
But yes, thank you, so much. I'm very glad that you're enjoying it so much. Yay!
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Date: 2005-08-29 07:16 am (UTC)Honestly, I don't mind. So don't feel bad or anything. *big smile*
This chapter is beautiful on so many levels:
- Anakin can be quite aggressive. Actually, I think his aggressiveness is fueled by his insecurity. But now that Obi-Wan has more or less admitted his feelings for Anakin, he's at peace.
- I also love it that they don't actually *say* what they're feeling, because love is forbidden and all that. And if you don't call it love out loud, it might be less dangerous. *smile*
My personal view is that love and attachments are not harmful in themselves, but that the Jedi *need* to learn how to deal with these emotions, e.g. with the loss of a loved person.
- And, of course, I loved Talkative!Anakin. It's so like him to keep a string of conversation while having sex, especially since he has to avoid to say the one thing he wants to say.
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Date: 2005-08-30 07:55 am (UTC)Hee, thanks.
This chapter is beautiful on so many levels:
- Anakin can be quite aggressive. Actually, I think his aggressiveness is fueled by his insecurity. But now that Obi-Wan has more or less admitted his feelings for Anakin, he's at peace.
Right. He doesn't have any reason to be pushy right now. He's getting what he wants.
- I also love it that they don't actually *say* what they're feeling, because love is forbidden and all that. And if you don't call it love out loud, it might be less dangerous. *smile*
My personal view is that love and attachments are not harmful in themselves, but that the Jedi *need* to learn how to deal with these emotions, e.g. with the loss of a loved person.
Right -- it's not being able to move on that's dangerous, not the caring in the first place.
- And, of course, I loved Talkative!Anakin. It's so like him to keep a string of conversation while having sex, especially since he has to avoid to say the one thing he wants to say.
Yes, he's keeping his mouth occupied. Hee.
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Date: 2005-08-29 12:26 pm (UTC)Like someone said before, you created such an intense atmosphere of intimacy and vulnerability that goes beyond everything else I've read so far. So very moving. I can't even quote the parts I liked best because there were so many.
How I wish everything is going to work out for them. One the one hand I have a little bit of hope because of Anakin's newfound Force connection and the positive impact Obi-Wan's decision has on him. He is so gentle and at peace that he almost seems to be a different person. On the other hand I fear the consequences because Obi-Wan seems so sure that he will pay for his choice. And not to forget Luke who has a bad feeling as well. Argh, don't make them suffer. ;)
Then there are still so many things they don't know about this future. I wonder if Luke is ever going to reveal that Anakin killed Obi-Wan. On the other hand I doubt that this knowledge will have so much impact on them (especially after that night) because they both distance themselves so much from their future selves.
But do they know that Anakin redeems himself even in this future by killing the emperor and rescuing Luke?
Sorry, this got a bit out of hand. It's just so easy to get lost in your AU. Thank you again for sharing this wonderful piece.
Mim
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Date: 2005-08-30 08:24 am (UTC)Thank you.
Like someone said before, you created such an intense atmosphere of intimacy and vulnerability that goes beyond everything else I've read so far. So very moving. I can't even quote the parts I liked best because there were so many.
Thank you so much. I just... I really do absolutely adore the characters. I'm fascinated by them, by the twisty relationship (and potential) between them.
How I wish everything is going to work out for them. One the one hand I have a little bit of hope because of Anakin's newfound Force connection and the positive impact Obi-Wan's decision has on him. He is so gentle and at peace that he almost seems to be a different person. On the other hand I fear the consequences because Obi-Wan seems so sure that he will pay for his choice. And not to forget Luke who has a bad feeling as well. Argh, don't make them suffer. ;)
It may comfort you to know that I want them to be happy, too.
Then there are still so many things they don't know about this future. I wonder if Luke is ever going to reveal that Anakin killed Obi-Wan. On the other hand I doubt that this knowledge will have so much impact on them (especially after that night) because they both distance themselves so much from their future selves.
But do they know that Anakin redeems himself even in this future by killing the emperor and rescuing Luke?
Sorry, this got a bit out of hand. It's just so easy to get lost in your AU. Thank you again for sharing this wonderful piece.
You're welcome. And thank you, Mim, for this lovely, in-depth response. It's thrilling to get this kind of feedback.
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Date: 2005-08-29 03:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-30 08:25 am (UTC)My favorite part of this was Anakin rambling about Celestina and the tunic, and Obi-Wan's very concise "You were seventeen," response. It is so Obi-Wan to make things utterly black and white, and yet manage to slink completely into the shades of grey nonetheless.
Yes, he is trying so hard to make things simple, but he isn't simple at all, bless him.
Amazing
Date: 2005-08-29 11:44 pm (UTC)Thank you -- this story is fascinating. I just read the novelization of the Revenge of the Sith -- which was a little odd, since I had to keep reminding myself -- they're not going to do that here. Stop hoping! Really, you have a fantastic group characterization here and I thank you for sharing your story!
Re: Amazing
Date: 2005-08-30 08:27 am (UTC)Hee. Thank you.
Thank you -- this story is fascinating. I just read the novelization of the Revenge of the Sith -- which was a little odd, since I had to keep reminding myself -- they're not going to do that here. Stop hoping! Really, you have a fantastic group characterization here and I thank you for sharing your story!
You are so very welcome! I'm feeling positively overwhelmed by the love, I must say. Thank you.
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Date: 2005-08-30 04:53 pm (UTC)His hips snapped up once last time
"once" should be "one".
Also I have one nitpick:
Anakin's glove is fastened by several clasps. Obi-Wan would have to undo them before he could pull off the glove.
And even on rereading the chapter is still taking my breath away. I'm addicted to this story, I think. :-)
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Date: 2005-08-30 06:06 pm (UTC)And even on rereading the chapter is still taking my breath away. I'm addicted to this story, I think.
Aw, thank you. I think that I'm addicted to it too, so that works out well.
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Date: 2005-08-30 06:25 pm (UTC)It goes well with your story. :-)
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Date: 2005-09-01 08:37 pm (UTC)re: Fic: White Rabbits (Star Wars, 30: Beyond Cost
Date: 2006-03-20 02:28 am (UTC)Here, it seemed almost safe to admit that there were few prices he wouldn’t be willing to pay to keep Anakin as happy as he was at this moment.
This was why love was forbidden.
Makes perfect sense, alas.
“I can see stars,” Anakin said, brow furrowing in thought. “I can feel the universe. I’m a part of it.”
Reminds me of that lovely comment by the first monk to taste the champagne he and his brother monks had created; he said it was like tasting stars. Thanks so much for evoking that for me. :)
Obi-Wan had always been aware of Anakin’s strength, but if Anakin’s Force-connection had grown so strong that it was spilling over into the world around him, then Anakin’s potential was even greater than he’d ever imagined.
This is kind of an "oh, dear" moment for me.
He’d shared his bed with a few people, but none of them had been Anakin. None of them had mattered, certainly not in this shaking, bone-deep way.
So romantic. *sighs*
The contrast between Anakin's mechanical hand and Luke's is striking, and probably rather symbolic in ways that I haven't even thought of yet.
Anakin stroked along Obi-Wan’s body and his touch felt surreal. Anakin was touching him so softly, so gently, as if Obi-Wan might break under him. Under more normal circumstances, that idea would make Obi-Wan laugh, but here and now, the possibility seemed real, the danger true.
Beautiful, just beautiful writing.
You have written one of the most tender love scenes between these two that I have ever read. Just sweet and lovely. And yet, there's all that unspoken stuff underneath that will come back to haunt them later, but for now, it's all forgotten in the desire of pleasure and pleasuring. *sad smile*
Re: Fic: White Rabbits (Star Wars, 30: Beyond Cost
Date: 2006-04-07 08:08 am (UTC)This was why love was forbidden.
Makes perfect sense, alas.
Like any powerful and beautiful thing, I think that love has the potential to be dangerous.
“I can see stars,” Anakin said, brow furrowing in thought. “I can feel the universe. I’m a part of it.”
Reminds me of that lovely comment by the first monk to taste the champagne he and his brother monks had created; he said it was like tasting stars. Thanks so much for evoking that for me. :)
Oh, that's a neat thing to know. Coolness.
Beautiful, just beautiful writing.
Thank you.