Title: Offspring

Author: snootiegirl99

Summary: If Anakin had had a female Master, would his life have taken a different path?

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters and make no money on the writing or publishing of this story. Disney owns everything Star Wars now.

Rating: M for explicit descriptions of heterosexual sex

Chapter 10

His intrigue lasted for a few more days as they continued to brush more closely together. As they caught each other's eyes in ways that were new and exciting. They began wearing more casual clothing in the evenings and sitting more closely, their body heat mingling. She would find an excuse to lean over him and brush her aroused breasts against him. He in turn would find a reason to come up behind her and reach over her shorter shoulders, very briefly making contact with her backside. And, most notably, she became very vocal during his massages, moaning more than was strictly necessary.

When their next tandem assignment came in from the Council, they were almost relieved to have something else to do and somewhere else to be. The planet of Helena needed some diplomatic assistance. And, after the toll the last mission took on Obi-Wan's strength, she deftly refused to be sent without Anakin to assist her. The Council agreed with no debate.

The negotiations were mostly formality this time. On their last night on the beautiful planet of Helena, they had only each other for company, their official duties having been completed in the morning. Obi-Wan sat in her chair on the balcony of her apartment enjoying the soft breeze and the soothing sound of the ocean waves lapping the shore. She closed her eyes and rested her hands across the gentle curve of her lower belly. The sun was starting to reach for the horizon, casting long shadows and strong heat.

She heard the door open behind her and welcomed his warm Force presence. He walked out onto the balcony and stood behind her, admiring her serenity. He was so proud of his Master and how she was handling herself during her pregnancy. She was so strong. He admired that strength.

His hand reached out for her shoulder, and she covered his hand with her own. She smiled. Whenever they touched, which was becoming more and more frequent lately, she felt electric pulses pass between their skin. It certainly did not help with her intense arousal, unless by 'help' one meant 'fanned the flames of.' She had caught herself daydreaming about Anakin's eyes and lips earlier when she should have been paying attention to the boring closing ceremony of their successful negotiations. She felt herself warm all over at the remembrance of that little fantasy.

"You're glowing again, Master," Anakin broke the stillness with a quiet observation. And she was. In fact, it had absolutely nothing to do with the golden sunlight currently washing over her. It had everything to do with her inner beauty and the well of life bubbling up within her. He pulled his hand out from under hers and moved it to her neck, massaging lightly. Her hum of approval was music in his ears. "Have you eaten?"

Always so concerned, Padawan, she thought. "Yes, I have. And I am actually full, for once. I believe this little one likes the food here. She craves it, but it satisfies her like none other has. I'll be sorry to leave for that fact alone." She looked out over the view again and realized that she'd miss a lot about this planet.

Anakin stopped his ministrations to her neck but didn't lose contact with her as he pulled out another chair and seated himself. They clasped hands in the fashion they had started to make a habit. Obi-Wan absently ran her thumb up the center of Anakin's palm. They stayed in this position until the sun had almost set. Then Anakin arose and tugged lightly on her arm. She stood up with her natural grace, her balance as yet unaffected by her addition.

He led her back into the apartment, turned, and locked the door to the balcony. His apartment was located just next door, but he would make sure she was secure before he left. When he turned back from the door, Obi-Wan stood half in shadow, facing him, but he couldn't see her face. He walked toward her, noticing how her Force signature trembled. His concern was written all over his own face. But he needn't have worried; she was not in any type of distress from which she suffered.

He reached up to envelope her in his arms, having shed his cloak on a chair inside the room earlier. But before he could pull her completely to his chest, she stopped him with her own hands on his chest. "Anakin," she said in a whisper that was neither question nor reprimand. And then she slid her hands up to his cheeks, pulling him down to her waiting lips.

She held him lightly, giving him every chance to back away, to make his own choice. When his arms continued around her, tightened, and he lifted her straight up off her feet, all while keeping his lips pressed to hers, she knew he had made his decision and had been waiting for her to ask. Always so protective, she thought. I could have chosen no better father for any child of mine.

Taking her breath away, one of Anakin's arms swooped down to collect her body fully from her dangling position and into his strong grip. He pulled away from her lips only to look into her eyes. "Obi-Wan," he whispered the same way she had said his name. Then he claimed her again, his tongue seeking entrance this time. She opened her lips to him willingly, eagerly. Her hands caressed his cheeks and ran through his curls as she felt herself lit on fire by his attentions.

He was walking to the bedroom. With a flick of his wrist, he used the Force to clear the covers from the bed. Then he set a knee on the soft sheets and slowly lowered her. She laid back so that her hair sprawled around her head in an auburn frame. She wriggled her hips, unable to help herself. She was engulfed by her need for him. It overrode all other thoughts. As he helped her out of her footwear, she ran her hands up and down her own torso in anticipation.

Anakin smiled at her actions. "Soon, love, soon," he assured her. She smiled back at him and continued her touching. When their boots were disposed of and lightsabers placed side-by-side on the bedside table, he loosened her belt, and she loosened his. Some distant part of her brain was amused by the fact that they basically wore the exact same clothing. The galaxy saw them as Jedi-male, female, human, non-human, it didn't matter. But underneath the uniform were two individuals, two breathing, beating, heaving people deeply enthralled by each other and the differences they were about to share.

Anakin divested himself of his tunics without further help. But hers were parted more slowly as he took his time discovering the treasures hidden underneath. He kneeled over her, not touching except with his hands. First, her collar bones. Then her sternum. Then the perfect globes of her breasts, enhanced by pregnancy. With her tunics half removed, her arms were buried in the enveloping fabric. Anakin took this opportunity to begin kissing these sensitive spots. He leaned down, careful to put none of his weight on her. Small pecks on her neck soon gave way to hot open-mouthed kisses that would almost certainly leave some marks. Obi-Wan arched her back to brush her nipples against his chest. The sensation evoked a deep groan from her throat.

She wanted to touch him with her hands too, but he kept her trapped in her own clothing to prolong the erotic torture. She settled herself back onto the bed, and he moved his lips to one nipple. Mindful of her complaints of sensitivity, he lapped lightly at the pink skin until it formed its small mound. Then he gently rolled the nipple between his lips, looking up to see her reaction. Her open mouth and labored gasping told him of her pleasure. He continued to the other side and repeated his actions, using his hands to massage the muscle underneath the tissue.

Trailing down her sternum again, he made his way with lips and tongue, and occasionally teeth, to her abdomen. He smoothed his hands over the curve there that spoke of his child. He rubbed his cheek on her skin and was overwhelmed by the perfection of this moment. He and Obi-Wan and the evidence of their connection. True, their connection had not been properly consummated-yet-but that was a minor oversight on the Force's part. He sent a word of thanks to the life-giving Force for its gifts.

Obi-Wan ran her hands through his hair to get his attention. "What are you thinking about down there?" she asked with a small grin. He smiled back and shook his head to try to gain some control. His shields must be slipping; she had heard him thinking about the three of them.

Placing his chin lightly on her abdomen, his legs dangling off the end of the bed, he sent a wave of pure contentment through their bond. "I was thinking, Master, of how many gifts the Force has given me." He kissed her skin quickly and slid up her body to rest on his side touching as much of her as possible. Her hand came up to run along the length of his arm as he held her close.

Anakin continued his musings. "If you had not become my Master, would I be where I am? Would I be who I am? I am as the Force has made me, but I am more than that too. I am as you have crafted me." He leaned down for a lingering kiss.

When they broke apart, she touched his face. "You are more than that even, Anakin. You are the most luminous being that has ever existed. I am drawn to you, to your life. And that only grows as our child grows. The Force has given me great gifts as well." Her thumb ghosted across his lips as he pursed them to kiss.

But Anakin wasn't done talking yet. "Do you remember the first time we spoke of weakness, Master?" Her nod encouraged him to continue. "I still struggle with the existence of weakness; I feel hatred toward myself for having any weakness. But your willingness to expose your own struggles has strengthened me in ways nothing else could. Not meditation, not attempts at self-discipline, nothing. That intimate view is my saving grace. My connection to you is as vital to me as my beating heart."

Obi-Wan was touched at this admission. She had followed her instincts with him in this matter. She had let him in to her self in a way she never had with anyone else, not even her own Master. It was quite possibly against the Code in the strictest sense, but then the Code was hard to apply to Anakin. Her beautiful, dangerous, powerful, emotional, mercurial Anakin. He was, as always, the exception to the rule.

"I have saved you no more than you have saved me, dear Anakin," she replied. He seemed satisfied that their conversation was complete. He leaned in to claim her lips again, and this time, she became the aggressor.

Pushing him onto his back, she threw a leg over him and settled across his hips. She shed her tunics and loosened the ties on her leggings. Then she loosened his ties. She felt his arousal at her actions ignite her passion even more. She crawled up his body, kissing and nuzzling and tasting his flesh.

She kissed up his neck to his chin which he had jutting out toward her, his head arched back in pleasure. When she brought her teeth lightly to his chin, he groaned. She then kissed in a line up his jaw to the soft spot behind his ear. In a low husky voice that she didn't know she possessed, she said, "I want to know all of you, Anakin. Please share yourself with me." She wriggled her hips and nudged his mind with hers. She wanted all of him-body and mind.

He turned to her and kissed her fiercely. Then he dropped his shields and let his emotions slam into her consciousness. She gasped against him as the enormity of it washed through her. It was no wonder he was able to impregnate her remotely, she thought idly. His strength of intent is so awesome. After a moment, she was able to revel in his passions. The lust, the need to protect her, his pleasure, and his love. It was all she had never imagined that she didn't have in her life. And now she never wanted to be without it.

He crushed her to him with owning arms. Their skin sheened with sweat, they slid against one another effortlessly. Her leggings started to move down, and she helped them along, tossing them away. She lifted her hips from him and pulled his pants off as well. Now they were nearly one being. Her hand ghosted over his cock, and he breathed her name. Positioning him at her entrance, she looked deep into his eyes. She wasn't asking permission. She wasn't checking his readiness. She was communicating her desire and love.

And then he entered her as she sat up and pressed herself down onto him. So many sensations assaulted her physically. She tried to let go of the Force enough to sink entirely within her own body. She wanted this moment to be about the two of them, not about life itself. They were individuals. They were worthy of pleasure and joy. And she would pleasure Anakin with her own merits.

Anakin watched Obi-Wan through a veil of lust. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed. She said he glowed, but her glow increased one hundred-fold with their intimate connection. He moved slowly within her, memorizing her folds and curves. Savor, he told himself. Savor her as she is in this moment. Perhaps that was one more thing that he had mastered due to her teaching. Living in the moment. He felt her shrink away from him through the Force. But he understood her purpose.

Obi-Wan leaned forward on her arms, bracing herself on either side of his head. Rolling her hips, she moved up and down his cock in her own time. Every movement was filling him up with more desire. He knew that he wouldn't last long because of the strength of that desire, the newness of everything multiplying it every second. Every toss of her hair, every flash of her lust-laden eyes told him that she was as enthralled as he. She knew how to take her own pleasure as well as give him his. Her elevated position allowed the friction of his lower abdomen and the soft curly hair there to stimulate her clitoris, keeping her pleasure on pace with his.

Countless minutes passed as they made love with a passion neither of them had ever experienced before. No words could encompass the act. Their actions were all. As lights began to dance before their eyes, they clutched tighter, ached to be closer. And then all was light and brilliance. Their names on each others' lips in the moment of release spoke of their bond, their attachment. There was no retreat from it now. And neither would wish to.

They slept in each other's arms, skin to skin. In the morning, Anakin awoke to the feeling of the baby moving against his hip. He placed his hand over her small form and quietly hummed a lullaby his mother had sung to him. She settled immediately at the sound of his voice, and he thanked her for letting her mother sleep a little while longer. He looked at Obi-Wan in the circle of his arms, peaceful as she only was in sleep. He kissed her forehead lightly and settled back into the pillow.

Today they would return to the Temple. But they would never return to who they were before. They were new and resplendent in the Force—a family. It was more than a former slave boy had dreamed for his life.

THE END