Author's Note: When I originally wrote this story, I thought that the first time Anakin and Obi-Wan were intimate should be slow and sensual. However, some good advice from my reviewer TempleMistress showed me that the pacing didn't gel with the rest of the story. Therefore, I rewrote it to it's present state in Chapter 9.

But then I had 3,000+ words of a scene that went with the emotional tenor of this story. So I present it here as an alternate take on how that dinner-date might have ended. What the hey, there can never be too much love in the AO universe. ;) Enjoy!

With the cessation of his words, he began to speak with his actions. He moved forward, took Obi-Wan's hand, and pulled the shorter man from his seat. Then he wrapped his long arms tightly around Obi-Wan's torso, Obi-Wan's hands resting on the younger man's triceps. When their faces came together, he tilted his head slightly to the right and sought permission with his eyes. He still wasn't sure that Obi-Wan was granting him that second chance. He hadn't said a word all evening.

Obi-Wan studied Anakin's eyes. He searched them for the sincerity he needed. He wouldn't give Anakin another chance to back out and ask for more time. He might be new to this relationship thing, but he was pretty sure that he'd be a fool to keep pursuing someone who was uninterested. He so wanted to believe Anakin's words. When he parted his lips to finally speak, he was stopped by Anakin's lips.

He gently pressed his half-parted lips into the corner of Obi-Wan's mouth. He lingered, soaking in the smells and tastes. Both men kept their eyes open and connected, feeling the growing aura of arousal building between them. Obi-Wan moved his lips slightly as well, testing. His arms moved around Anakin's shoulders seemingly of their own will. But he knew that he had no desire to let Anakin go now that they were locked in this embrace.

They continued with the secure hold on each other's bodies and the feather light brush of lips. There was no hurry. No reason not to savor each and every second of these first moments. The slowness of their actions belied the speed of their thoughts in any case. Their minds swirled with the implications and possibilities of this newness. And all the while, their lips pulsed and caressed, fractionally parting more with each motion.

When Obi-Wan finally ventured to touch his tongue to Anakin's full bottom lip, he couldn't help the moan that escaped with it. And Anakin could never be blamed for the effect both the action and the sound had on him. He responded in kind with the tip of his own tongue, treasuring the silky texture, as he deepened the kiss even more. His hands began to kneed down Obi-Wan's back, just as Obi-Wan's hand sunk into Anakin's mop of irresistible curls.

It was Anakin's turn to moan as Obi-Wan massaged his scalp. He felt like his knees were gong to buckle with the onslaught of sensations. How had he ever doubted that he wanted to experience this? What a fool he had been. Thank the Force that his Master was a patient man.

Dropping his hands lower, Anakin again thanked the unseen Force for the thin material of Obi-Wan's shirt. He could feel the movement of the older man's muscles as Obi-Wan lifted his arms to begin to explore the tall, strong body before him. Still unhurried, there was a change in their pace where all hesitation had been shed. They would no longer wait to ask permission of the other. They had all the permission they needed to seek and give pleasure.

Obi-Wan dropped a hand to Anakin's waist and began tugging at the hem of his shirt, freeing it from his trousers. When there was enough room, he slid his hand along the soft skin to the small of his back. He softly ran his fingertips through the light hair covering the base of the younger man's spine. Anakin shivered in response and lifted a hand to begin unbuttoning Obi-Wan's shirt.

His Master's chest incrementally revealed to him, Anakin broke their kiss to see. And then he felt the need to kiss the skin down Obi-Wan's neck, over his collar bones, and down his chest. When his hand finished with the buttons, it skated back up Obi-Wan's stomach to brush lightly against a nipple. Obi-Wan stiffened in response and let out a half-stifled grunt. The hands in Anakin's hair suddenly tightened and pulled a little.

Looking up at his Master, Anakin took ahold of his own shirt and ripped it open. He wanted to feel Obi-Wan's chest against his own. Then kissing his way back up to Obi-Wan's mouth, they fell into their deepest kiss yet, chest to chest. Their hands scrabbled on each other's backs and in each other's hair, trying to find the perfect grasp.

Exploring in this deliberate way was so fulfilling. Obi-Wan felt like his heart was going to burst with the emotion that he had been building. He had imagined this so many times, but it exceeded all expectations when all five of his senses-not to mention the Force dancing around them-were filled up with Anakin. Always a thinker, he knew that he needed to get out of his head and stop trying to analyze instead of immersing himself in sensation.

For all of his embrace of emotion all of his life, Anakin too was drowning a little in his feelings. He alternated between elation and trepidation, between aggression and passivity. His enjoyment of their touching and kissing outstripped it all though. Deliberately trying to shut down his thinking in favor of just reveling in the moment physically, he tilted his hips toward Obi-Wan.

When Obi-Wan moved his lips down Anakin's neck, the younger man took the opportunity to gasp, "Tell me how to pleasure you, Master. I want to love you in all ways. I worship you-let me pay homage."

His words sent electric pulses zipping down Obi-Wan's spine. Wasting no time, Obi-Wan backed himself up against the nearest wall.

Then he placed his hands on Anakin's shoulders and pushed the young man gently to his knees. Anakin took the hint.

Kissing across his Master's lower abdomen, he nuzzled in the soft hair lazily spread on either side of his navel. Obi-Wan's scent was concentrated here due to his movement during the day and his clothing stimulating the sweat out of his skin. Anakin inhaled all he could until his lungs begged to release the carbon dioxide.

His thumbs rubbed against Obi-Wan's hips as he kissed. Slipping two fingers under the waistline of his pants, Anakin tugged slightly to settle the waistband lower and reveal more delicate skin. Applying his tongue now, he created a wet trail from just under Obi-Wan's sternum down to his pants. His eyes looked upward to catch Obi-Wan watching his every move. Anakin smiled against the lower belly and applied a quick kiss before continuing.

Obi-Wan smiled back.

Unfastening his Master's pants, Anakin extended the path with his tongue. The hair became more dense and coarse. But it smelled even better to the taller man. He leaned forward on his knees and bent his back as he moved south. Obi-Wan's pants were starting to dangle from his body, held up almost exclusively by Anakin's hands. And Anakin inched them excruciatingly slowly downward. Obi-Wan's hands played through the wayward curls in front of him, anticipating what was to come and yet enjoying each teasing movement.

The fabric catching on Obi-Wan's full erection as the pants dropped, Anakin used a hand to gently free him. He took a moment to admire and imprint this moment upon his memory. His gentle, warm breath against the sensitized crown caused Obi-Wan to shiver again. Finally, he spoke for the first time all evening.

"I love you, Anakin," he said softly, catching the young man's attention. They locked their gaze for a moment until Anakin's hand strayed to the underside of Obi-Wan's straining cock.

"I love you too, Obi-Wan," Anakin replied before Obi-Wan's head leaned back against the wall in ecstasy. Anakin attached his lips to the side of Obi-Wan's organ and mouthed his way up and down. When he encountered the pre-come already lubricating his Master's cock, Anakin licked it slowly. Then he slipped his mouth fully over the crown and foreskin and applied pressure. Obi-Wan tried hard not to drive forward with his hips, preferring Anakin choose his own pace.

The build-up of the past month was too much for Obi-Wan as he enjoyed Anakin's talents. He felt the pressure pooling in his groin before Anakin had passed more than a few times up and down his length. He indicated his state of tension to his lover by placing his hands on his shoulders and squeezing. Understanding his partner's meaning, Anakin kept his momentum and technique consistent.

Inhaling sharply, Obi-Wan felt himself unfolding in a myriad of ways. Somewhere in the middle of his orgasm he managed to reach out to Anakin through the Force, and his pleasure reverberated through both of them. Anakin didn't release his Master until Obi-Wan urged him to stand, needing the intimacy of kissing after his burst of gratification. He licked at Anakin's swollen lips and appreciated their girth in new ways.

"Are you pleasured, my Master?" Anakin asked in a whisper as he moved next to Obi-Wan's ear. He took the soft lobe into his mouth and tugged. He was practically supporting Obi-Wan's full weight with no small help from the wall. Obi-Wan's incoherent moaning was his reward.

"I want-" Obi-Wan gasped. He inhaled and exhaled. Looking straight into Anakin's eyes, he tried again. "I want to make love," he confessed breathily. Then he added in a growl, "I want to fuck you until you scream, Padawan."

It was Anakin's turn to shiver. "Yes, please," he replied as he swept his Master up into his arms and carried him to Obi-Wan's bedroom. He had already decided earlier in the day that he wanted to have sex in Obi-Wan's bed instead of his own. He wanted to be surrounded by his Master in all ways.

Setting Obi-Wan gently on his feet and balancing him as the older Jedi stepped out of his loose pants, Anakin shed his own shirt next. Then he lifted his arms behind his head as Obi-Wan began kissing down his chest, his hands preceding his lips. He detected the scent of soap and idly imagined that Anakin must have showered in anticipation of the evening. Obi-Wan almost wished he hadn't washed away his own scent so completely.

Well, Obi-Wan thought, I'll just to get him to work up a sweat. He nipped along the side of Anakin's chest with his lips, then brushed over the same spots with his beard. Anakin hummed in appreciation as he ran his hands along the backs of Obi-Wan's arms, gripping and releasing as the mood struck him.

Unlike Obi-Wan's silky hair, Anakin was as smooth as baby's skin. The older man attached himself to one of Anakin's dusky nipples as he unbuttoned his pants and slid them down the slim hips. He too had to assist in the escape of Anakin's erection.

Grasping the hard organ, Obi-Wan stroked him firmly. He knew from instinct that Anakin would appreciate more aggression in his stimulation although he kept his suckling gentle and light. He switched nipples and reached his free hand around to massage Anakin's ass cheek. The younger Jedi let out a sound that only encouraged Obi-Wan's ministrations. He sought out those full lips once again and upped the intensity and depth of their kissing.

Removing his hand from Anakin's ass only to grip his throbbing cock, the Master started to move them backward toward the bed. Turning so that Anakin's back was to the mattress, he pressed him down bodily. Then he climbed overtop the bronze god now gracing his bed and took his time looking at him. Kissing here and there, he surveyed the landscape he was about to explore. Then he settled his hips over Anakin's and leaned in to rub noses.

"Magnificent," he breathed into Anakin's mouth. He then proceeded to create friction between their bodies and slide their cocks along one another both now enveloped in Obi-Wan's strong hand. Anakin enveloped him in another bear hug with his strong arms, burying his nose in Obi-Wan's neck.

"I can't believe I almost lost this," Anakin said, pulling back to look Obi-Wan in the face and toy with his bangs falling over his green eyes. "I almost lost what I didn't know was the very thing I wanted most of all. Us."

Obi-Wan's eyes sparkled as he felt the heat radiating off of Anakin. "No, you didn't. You just had to work a little harder for the thrill of a lifetime." His sly smile turned into a laugh for both of them.

When they caught their breath again, Anakin said, "Fuck me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope!" This time he held the sly smile.

As Obi-Wan continued snuggling into his young man's neck, Anakin's straining erection was starting to become more insistent. He canted his hips up toward the smaller man, begging for relief. Obi-Wan looked up into cloudy blue eyes and chuckled.

"May I help you?" he teased.

"You said something about . . . screaming?" Anakin returned.

"So I did," Obi-Wan said and slapped Anakin's flank playfully while his other hand reached out to the bedside drawer and removed a small bottle of oil.

Coating a couple fingers, Obi-Wan settled onto his knees, hitching Anakin's thighs up over his own. Crouching there, he placed one hand on the flat planes of Anakin's lower belly. The slick fingers made their slippery way down Anakin's inner thigh to the cleft of his ass.

Lubricating the entire channel before circling the tight muscles that were his destination, he lightly tested the give. Anakin gasped at the first intrusion of a fingertip.

"Relax," Obi-Wan whispered. "Slow your breathing. Feel the calm of the Force."

And then, to help his lover, Obi-Wan entered a Force-induced state himself. He caressed Anakin's Force signature until he felt the younger man sigh with release. Not complete release yet, but enough to ease their path toward that end.

Obi-Wan pressed his finger forward, searching for the sweet spot that could have Anakin seeing stars. His free hand moved lower to grasp Anakin's seething erection and murmured encouragement. "We have all night. Let go now, and we can make love for a longer time. Come for me, my Anakin."

Obi-Wan's words and subsequent curl of fingers were Anakin's undoing. His back arched and drove him further into his Master's hand curved around his swollen cock. He choked out Obi-Wan's name and shot hot semen up his own torso. Obi-Wan's own pleasure was written all over his face as he leaned forward to lap at the fluid, finally finding a taste of Anakin not tainted by synthetic aromas.

Anakin came down from his high slowly and opened his eyes and arms at the same moment. He felt suddenly vulnerable and needed the reassuring and acutely sold presence of the man who had been his rock for over a decade. Obi-Wan slid into those arms as if he had always inhabited them. They rested together listening to their heartbeats and breathing.

"What made you change your mind?" Obi-Wan asked his burning question.

Anakin nuzzled into Obi-Wan's hair and replied, "I didn't change my mind-I listened to my heart." He paused to kiss along Obi-Wan's hairline to his jaw. "We're all adjusting to a different galaxy. Some of us are just slower to see our true paths. Thank you for waiting for me to catch up." He smiled into his lover's eyes.

Obi-Wan kissed him gently and said, "It was my pleasure."

"It will be," smirked Anakin, and kissed the tip of his Master's nose. Dropping his hand to Obi-Wan's rapidly stiffening cock, he said thickly, "I'm ready if you are."

Obi-Wan's growled response against Anakin's chest along with the tilt of his hips indicated all the readiness he felt. Shifting more fully on top of Anakin, he slid down to nestle between his legs.

The bottle of oil to hand again, he coated his manhood. That was when he noted a slight shake in his hands that betrayed his intense excitement and pent-up arousal. His emotions were a riot of tumultuous sensations as well. He couldn't help the rush of feeling that made him momentarily dizzy. He closed his eyes tightly and willed the spinning to cease.

Obi-Wan's pause caught Anakin's attention. "Are you all right?" he asked in concern. Then he gently cupped his partner's face in both hands and sought to understand the distress through their Force connection.

The bright white glare of Obi-Wan's signature took his breath away. He reached out to pull the light and heat to him and was further decimated by the power of Obi-Wan's feelings. How did he keep a lid on these enormous emotions, he wondered in awe. Never had he suspected the depth at which Obi-Wan felt, especially now that his love for Anakin had grown to almost consume him. Anakin felt new respect for Obi-Wan's self-control. Amazing, he thought. He really did know what I was going through all those turbulent years.

Obi-Wan reached for Anakin through the Force as well. He wanted to share everything about this moment. On the physical plane, he shifted his weight forward to place himself more fully against Anakin's entrance. The tip of his cock wept in joy. Increasing the pressure incrementally, he slid inside with a sudden give. The ring of muscle embraced him and allowed him entry. His mind spiraled. Anakin let out a keen of thin sound.

Keeping his pressure steady, the Master continued his journey. His hands held both of Anakin's hips, to steady them or to move them he wasn't sure. An eternity passed as he slid further and further into the other man's body. It felt endless to him until his body met Anakin's. They were fully joined. He released his lovers's hips and bent to kiss a trail up to sweaty pectorals. He hummed his approval of the scents and sights he found there.

Anakin contracted and relaxed his sphincter, enjoying the feeling of fullness. But he soon desired more-more movement. He began with his hips as best he could underneath Obi-Wan's body, encouraging the older man to join him with little mewls of pleasure every time Obi-Wan sank in completely.

Their pace matched and increased. They clawed at one another, desperate to feel like one body joined by the living Force. Their thrusting became a blessing and a curse as the joining necessitated the subsequent separation.

"Want you-oomph. Like this-uhhhhh. All ways. Always," Obi-Wan choked out against Anakin's neck.

"Master! Obi-Wan!" Anakin began chanting. Their undulating synced to his words until he stopped to gasp oxygen desperately. Then they began to truly pound against one another. The bed slammed against the wall, but no one paid heed. The galaxy had contracted to the radius of heat radiating from their sweaty bodies. They knew nothing but each other.

Climax came upon them suddenly, each howling in immense release. Obi-wan had struck Anakin's prostate over and over; and once his muscle contractions began exquisitely torturing the older man's buried cock, he too was transported. Their sweat and tears and semen mixed in a cocktail of baptismal fluid anointing their love and joining.

Their chests heaved against each other as their arms slackened their hold, exhausted and satiated. Minutes passed before Obi-Wan shifted slightly to slide from Anakin's body. His lips reached out to touch the nearest skin, mouthing the scented flesh. A lazy smile crossed his face.

"Wow," he sighed, twisting his head to look into Anakin's eyes. The same lazy smile met his gaze.

"Mmmmm," Anakin agreed and ruffled the silky tresses before him.