#like you'd think the fun part abt a book abt those two fucking would be how fucked up and unhealthy the whole thing would be

[ladygodgiven]

this is what solomon's crown felt like ngl

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When You Weren’t Looking — pt 10/?

PROFESSOR!OBI-WAN KENOBI x READER

PART 9

description: obi-wan takes you on your first official date <3

warnings: language, just fluff :,)

a/n: ok idk what the FUCK this is and why it took me so long, like it’s not even that great ok but here it is and it’s my first song fic hehehe. also im pretty sure y’all can guess who i’m talking abt at the very end…

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"Professor Kenobi,"

"Yes, my—"Obi-Wan quickly cleared his throat, eyes darting around to see if any other students were lingering after class that were close enough to have heard his near slip-up, "y/n?"

"I just wanted to say that I thought your lecture was very exciting today," it wasn't just an excuse to come over to his desk and flirt; you actually meant it.

"Ah, thank you very much. If you want, there are a couple of books in my office you can borrow on the subject," he looked around one more time. When he found that the lecture hall was now completely void of anyone else but the two of you, he was able to let his guard down, his shoulders visibly relaxing and his eyes softening, his admiration for you now able to clearly shine through his irises. He continued, voice less hushed this time, "But if you're not just making up excuses to come up here… " he teased.

"Are you calling me a liar?" you raised a brow, a smirk playing on your lips.

"I would never," he leaned in ever so slightly, naturally drawn to you. "and since you aren't a liar, and you truly are interested, there are some movies based on the book. If you wanted to watch them together…"

"ooh, yes! that sounds fun," you straightened up in excitement. Obi-Wan matched your energy, getting a high every time he made you giddy or happy, the highest accomplishment he could ever achieve, in his opinion.

"I'd say tonight, but there's someplace I was already thinking of taking you,"

"Really?"

"Really,"

"An actual…"

"Yes, a—" he cleared his throat, "y/n l/n, I would like to take you on a date. I apologize. I think it's been long overdue. Would you allow me?"

You tapped your chin, pretending to debate your answer before giving your real one, "yes!" he came around to you and placed his hands on your arms, running them up and down before kissing you. It was quick and sweet, as all your out-of-office interactions were. The idea of being able to even look at each other for longer than a second outside of those four walls had you giddy. "Can I know where we're going?"

"Absolutely not," he tapped your nose before gathering his briefcase and other things.

somewhere where I don't have to hide from everyone that you're mine

And so here you were, scanning your floor, trying to find a single outfit you didn't hate right now. Every piece of clothing you own had been ripped from your closet and added to the spread of fabric covering every inch of carpet in your room.

Obi, you're cute, but am i dressing for dinner or night swimming dammit.

The plethora of clothes beneath seemed almost offended. Eventually, you decided that, whatever it was, you were gonna play up everything you had with or without clothes. Once you pulled on an outfit you'd worn before, one that skimmed your hips just right and offered just enough skin to tease.

wow, i'm evil.

Your loth cat, Artoo, watched the rest of your rather hectic process of picking out shoes, jewelry, everything. You felt an uncalled-for amount of judgment coming from the animal, so you shooed him away. Even his wordless reaction made you freak out even more. The only thing that calmed your anxiety in the slightest was when you opened the door to be met by a suddenly speechless Obi-Wan.

It seemed that your outfit worked well, as he swallowed thickly at seeing you. It wasn't just your outfit, though; no, it was something else. After all, he had seen you in this skirt and these shoes before, he'd been under the skirt for fucks sake, and as much as you'd like it to be, it definitely wasn't the overpriced exfoliator and body oil you used. Your body looked like a dream, but the look in his eyes when he saw only your face said something you couldn't decipher, and neither could he.

He had finally found the muse, the answer to all the poetry he had written in his journal, and yet he couldn't find a single word in those pages to describe the real thing.

"Obi," You waved a hand in front of his face.

"Sorry. You're just the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, my dear one,"

"You don't have to say say that," you blushed.

"No, if I'm taking you out, the one condition is you have to accept the compliment,"

"Whatever," just rolled your eyes with a smile until he tilted your chin up with his hand to kiss you sweetly.

"Ah, I've never met anyone so sweet," he said with playful sarcasm. Your conversation continued into the car, a perfect blend of teasing and talking that was so natural between you two. While you wouldn't mind talking about everything and nothing for hours, Obi paused to tell you to close your eyes. He said it a little too urgently to where you clapped your hand over your face with a slap and a little screech, genuinely alarmed by his sudden request.

"Oh, uh, shit, darling, not that hard," he sounded concerned, but you knew he was smiling without even having to look.

"You can just yell directions out like that!" you huffed, "but I did listen pretty well,"

"You always do, y/n," If the lowered tone of his voice wasn't enough, the hand now placed on your thigh gave away his double-meaning. "and I have another one for you," he spoke as you felt the car come to a halt and the sudden silence of the engine turning off. "keep your hands over your eyes,"

"Wow, Obi, this is kinky," you smirked. You knew that wasn't what was going on, but you couldn't help but explore the idea of being blindfolded with him in other ways.

"We can discuss that later," he helped you step out, holding your elbow to steady you when you wobbled out, still blind. Much to your relief, he gave you permission to open your eyes as soon as you were upright beside the car.

Everything glittered, the hand-crafted jewelry that filled tables, the string of lights hung from the trees to light the way and your eyes in complete wonder. It was an art fair, something you mentioned a while ago, which he evidently remembered. It was slowly becoming clear that he took every word you said and tucked it away in his heart for later. A fluttering feeling built up in your stomach from knowing that this man adored you just as much as you adored him. You squeezed Obi-Wan's hand, a little giddy to be there and with him. You looked up at him and hesitated.

"Well, go on!" he told you. You smiled brightly and pulled him with you towards the first vendor. He didn't expect to have to catch up to your stride, but you couldn't be stationary for long, wanting to see every painting and creation that these people had to offer. While he certainly appreciated the myriad of, well, everything. From large life-like oil paintings to bongs shaped like a juice box, he was content to watch your reactions. Your face changed every two seconds based on whatever you were looking at. Your eyes went wide at some of the art, and you would squint to see the details of the others.

adorable.

You didn't forget about him, of course, pointing out things you thought he would like.

"Obi isn't this cool?" you pointed at a figure carved out of krayt dragon teeth like one he had in his office. "Oh woah, look at these book covers!" they were rebound books, many of which were classics that he was very fond of.

He eventually led you around for a bit when he found something he really liked. He never let go of your hand the whole time unless you wanted to handle a trinket or try something on. One thing in particular that caught your eye was a small locket with a gem encrusted on the front.

"It's a corusca. They're very rare, only mined in a few places like Yavin Prime," the vendor told you when she saw how you were staring.

"All the way from Yavin Prime? Wow," you responded, picking it up to feel the chain in your hand.

"Yeah," she smiled, "My brother makes a living off mining and trading them,"

You looked up at her, the delicate necklace dangling from your hands. The way the gem was faceted and caught the light and the metal detailing was so well done— the girl selling it had talent.

"How much is it?"

You tried not to let your reaction show when you heard the price. It wasn't exactly within your price range.

You're pretty, but I'm college poor.

Your face fell just a bit, then you remembered where you were and who you were with, and all your troubles and thoughts fell away because you didn't need anything other than Obi-Wan's hand in yours, warm, a little rough, and large— perfect for yours. You moved on to the next stall after thanking the girl first, of course. While sifting through a small bowl of rings, Obi let you know he was going to the bathroom with a few quiet words in your ear. With a nod from you and a kiss to send him on his way, he walked around the corner.

Once you were satisfied with your purchases, some graphic tees and a tiny loth cat shaped candle for you, podracing posters as his gift to anakin, a variety of teas, and a ring for Obi-Wan (which he secretly only bought because you had made an offhand comment one time that he looked hot wearing them) you walked back to the car leisurely. You were in no hurry to leave the sanctuary found the arm he had circled around your shoulder as you leaned against the soft sweater that covered his chest.

As always, the moment was destined to end, but this time it led to another; one different than the ritual of packing up your things and closing the office door behind you.

Another sound followed the rumble of the engine turning as Obi-Wan turned the key, one much sweeter. The song already playing on your phone had connected to the car's speaker.

“My love must be a kind of blind love. I can't see anyone but you,”

The words filled the vehicle's interior, and the echoing style of the lyrics playing made the experience ethereal. This song seemed to be written for this specific moment, here and now.

"Are the stars out tonight? I don't know if it's cloudy or bright,"

It was the soundtrack to the look being shared by two lovers whose eyes closed when they leaned into each other to share a kiss. Even then, they could see each other, the true versions of each other that only they would ever experience.

"I only have eyes for you, dear…"

The growing familiarity between the feel of the other's mouths mingled with theirs made the taste of a kiss even sweeter. There was no space between their lips, physically or emotionally. And yet it wasn't enough. The car console was the only thing between the rest of their bodies, and Obi-Wan Kenobi couldn't bear it.

"Darling, would you step out of the car, please?" He whispered, knowing that his request sounded a little weird. You gave him a confused and borderline offended look. Did he just ask you to get out of the car?

"Please?" He asked once more, straining just a bit to place small kisses along your neck to let you know his intentions were still sweet as ever. You let your eyes flutter closed with pleasure and followed his instructions just after.

Once both of you stepped out and walked around the car, meeting in the front. After a moment, the car lights turned off, but the music played on, the moon now your only source of light. The silvery glow caressed the features that each of you so loved in the other. That was your world now. Nothing but the moon and each other existed.

"The moon may be high, but I can't see a thing in the sky,"

His hand slid around your waist to rest on your lower back. It took your breath away. Even though it was something he had done many times before, this moment was different. It was so... intimate. An arm hung loosely around his neck while the other was extended to lace your fingers with his as you slowly began to sway.

"I only have eyes for you…"

The way the whole world slowed just for the two of you, nothing but the music playing from the car and the night air surrounding you. There was a liberating lack of fear that someone would walk in on you or find out about your little secret, and you intended to savor it.

"You are here, and so am I. Maybe millions of people go by, but they all disappear from view,"

The two of you took your time bestowing your affections on the other. Your hands slowly roamed, smoothing out the fabric of his shirt beneath your palm, feeling the planes of his body. He preferred to trace up and down your spine with the tips of his fingers, giving you chills. He stopped to kiss the crown of your hair before letting his forehead drop so it pressed to yours. You smiled as you felt the vibrations in the air from his low humming. You joined him, but not for long before the two of you began to laugh a little at yourselves. When the noise became once again limited to the music playing, he looked into your eyes, and you could see something change, something good. Before you could think about it, his hands were cupping your face, and his lips were brushing against yours. It only took a moment for you to melt into him completely. It wasn't hard when you were with someone so willing to hold all of you when you did so. Your lips moved in rhythm, enjoying the sweet taste and feeling of being so connected.

"And I only have eyes for you,"

Nothing could ever break the way you two were drawn together, depending on each other to keep yourselves in orbit…not even old lovers.

PART 11

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