For betatoomega, can we see more Rex and Obi-wan? Like Rex being really respectful about what Obi-wan’s going through but also really into him? Or Obi-wan comparing a good Alpha with what Anakin wanted

Staring at the dark ceiling with lidded eyes, Anakin tried to chase
the dream he had moments before, the bed warm and silky around him.

It was Obi-Wan in his dream, Obi-Wan sitting on their couch with his
hands in his lap, wearing…

His tongue flickered over his sleep dried lips.

His omega been wearing a soft wedding dress with sheer lace and
pearls as decoration and little thin straps and a sweetheart
neckline, elbow length silky white gloves, his neck covered in a
silky collar, ready for a wedding ceremony with his hair pulled back
in an artful little bun that allowed a few strands to fall forward to
frame his face.

Ready for Anakin to remove the collar and bite the gland to bond
them.

He’d looked so…docile in his dream, smiling almost shyly up at
Anakin as if he was ready to be his and Anakin felt heat coil low in
his belly before rage slithered through him and he snapped his eyes
open with a snarl as he threw his covers aside, reminded that his
dream was just that, dream.

His omega was gone, out there in the galaxy among other alphas
without Anakin there to protect what was his.

With a sharp wave a vase was sent flying at the wall and shattered
into pieces as he snarled to himself, the Sith’s glowing eyes
casting an eerie light as he matched over to his closet to get
dressed.

He wanted his mate back, dressed in white and ready to be claimed, he
wanted him back in his hands, to touch and there was nothing and no
one in this galaxy that would stop him.

He’d slaughter anyone who tried.

()()()

Soothing was the word that came to mind as Obi-Wan curled into Rex
side with the alpha’s arm around him as they sat together in the
lounge of the ship that was taking them to Selonia in the Corellian
system to a safe house provided by the Rebels Bail was working with.

Before he had been turned into an omega, he’d never noticed how the
scent of an omega or alpha affected him but now he could. Bail scent
had a sweetness to it that set him at ease and made him want to curl
close and just… well relax.

But Rex scent…

Well Rex scent made him feel safe, made his racing heart settle down
and made the anxieties he carried around him frizzle out and die if
only for the moments when Rex was pressed against his side and
Obi-Wan’s nose was close enough to smell the others pheromones.

Cody almost had the same effect but it was only recently Obi-Wan had
learned that the 212th were safe.

Instinctively he was still leery of his own men.

But Rex was safe.

Rex had been safe from the moment he had seen the man again and had
never tried to shoot him down or hurt him or contain him at all.

Rex had rescued him and meant safety.

There was a quiet crooning noise and Rex nose brushed his temple.
“Are you alright Obi-Wan? Do you want another blanket or should I
get you some water or juice?” He asked quietly into the others ear.

“No, no Rex I’m quite alright at the moment… you’re very
warm.” Obi-Wan noted.

“A gene modification of all clones, we’re engineered to handle
most climates and therefor run a few degrees warmer then most humans
when its cold or we go cooler when we’re in warmer climates.” Rex
waved off with an easy explanation.

“Makes sense I guess.” Obi-Wan murmured, pulling the blanket a
bit more tightly around himself and tucking it in. It was so easy to
be cold now, the coldness of space bothering him more then it used
to.

Clearly Rex took note of that as he started to slowly rub Obi-Wan’s
upper arm. “Would you like to sit in my lap for warmth? You
certainly don’t have to but I’m offering you more warmth if you
want it.” He shifted, pushing his chair a bit back to ensure
Obi-Wan understood the offer.

Hesitating briefly, Obi-Wan smiled as he thought about how respectful
Rex had been about touching him, avoiding the gland of his neck and
asking for permission every time to ensure the former Jedi’s safety
and comfort.

Shifting slowly until he was sitting in the others lap sideways, he
let Rex tuck him beneath his chin with the clones arms tight around
him, rubbing lightly along his side and upper arm to provide the heat
he could.

‘…Is this what an alpha is suppose to feel like? Gentle and warm,
soothing nerves?’ Obi-Wan wondered, nosing shyly at the opening of
Rex shirt where the scent was strongest as long as you ignored the
mating gland which Obi-Wan was with iron will.

It felt…nice.

And then Obi-Wan reminded himself firmly that that he was a hunted omega.
‘Anakin would slaughter any Alpha I showed attention…’

Can we get a bit of sexy times with infatuated Cody and stressed out but needy General Kenobi?

Trying not to stare was becoming harder and harder and Cody wished he
still had his helmet more then ever but all armor and uniforms had
been prohibited, an outfit provided to him by the resident of the
humanoids they were negotiating with.

The Republic wanted to build a base one one of their moons but so far
they had been resistant, wanting to stay neutral and out of the war.

Yet they were willing to negotiate.

It went a bit above Cody’s pay grade (as if he got pay) but it
sounded like they wanted an entrance to the Republic and safety from
attacking pirates and now also CIS.

But not with warrior dressed people or uniformed.

So Cody was given a soft deep blue shirt with a darker navy blue vest
over and black pants. Happily they’d allowed him to keep his normal
boots as long as he didn’t wear the armor plates to it.

But Obi-Wan…

Kark they had given Obi-Wan a dress.

And Cody couldn’t stop stealing glances at his general.

The dress was made of crimson shimmersilk with light golden details,
simple in the design with a heart neckline and straps to keep it up
since Obi-Wan didn’t have any curvy flesh in the top to keep it up.
It pinched at the waist, flaring a bit out in the skirt which gave
him the illusion of curves that Cody knew Obi-Wan didn’t have and
ended a bit above his knees with an inch split to make walking easier
on each side.

Kark they’d even given him a pair of golden heels, pumps Cody
thought they were named and Obi-Wan could walk in them as easily as
he could in boots.

Now Cody couldn’t say if it was the image of Obi-Wan’s pale skin
in the light that was exposed by him wearing said dress, the unusual
situation or if Cody had a kink for his General in a dress.

But it was really doing something to his libido and he desperately
wished he could get the other man alone.

From the looks his General threw him when he thought no one else was
looking, that desire must be leaking out into the Force but Cody
wasn’t trying to hide it anyhow as he slid up beside the other man
with his arms tucked up behind his back as he stood ramrod in parade.

You may take away the armor but you could never remove the soldier
out of the man.

“Interesting choice of attire General.” He noted out loud.

“Our friends here are highly Matriarchal, so I’m dressed
appropriately according to their views on leadership for this party.
There’s a different set in my room for the actual negotiation.”
Obi-Wan hummed, leaning slowly against Cody’s side so their
shoulders brushed.

“Another dress?” Cody couldn’t help but question, wishing he
could whisk Obi-Wan behind a pillar. Oh Koth it would be so easy like
this, just ruck up Obi-Wan’s dress up to his hip and get down on
his knees…

“Actually no, a rather nice set with black pants with golden
details and a cotton pale yellow shirt with a low v opening. I-It has
an obi belt to wrap to keep the shirt closed, also pale yellow.”
Obi-Wan licked his lips, glancing about.

Oh that look Cody knew, it was Obi-Wan’s needy look.

Or well quickly becoming his needy look.

Kark just how much desire and lust was Cody projecting to affect the
Jedi like that?

He usually had more control…

He was just about to apologize when Obi-Wan took him by the arm and
pulled him into a shadowed alcove, the pillars giving illusion of
privacy as the Jedi pulled Cody down into a desperate little kiss.

Cody pulled himself out of his stunned temporary frozen state and
wrapped his arms tightly around Obi-Wan’s waist, crushing him to
his chest as he enjoyed the sensation of only cloth and no armor
separating them.

It was nice, the thin clothes allowing their warm bodies to mingle
with more ease.

Obi-Wan pulled back after a bit, licking kiss swollen lips. “So is
it the dress or…”

“Not sure. I love how it looks on you true, but I can’t tell if
its a turn on or just being able to see your pretty skin on display,
all your freckles…” Cody whispered, shifting a bit to press
tender kisses along the freckles of one shoulder as he ran his hands
from the armpit and down to the nipped in waist of the dress. “Or
the sensation of silk beneath my hands…” He started to tug the
skirt upwards slowly. “Or the idea that I could just lift the skirt
to get to your tender places and kneel down t-”

Obi-Wan desperately covered Cody’s mouth with his hand, panting a
bit as a little keen escaped him. “Oh Force Cody, not in here. Not
right now. Its hard enough to control my reaction with you leaking
lust everywhere. I can’t start tenting the skirt.”

Smirking smugly against the palm of covering his mouth, Cody let his
hands slide down over the silky fabric, cupping the others rear and
caressing it through the silky texture as he wondered what kind of
underwear the other was sporting.

It didn’t feel like the standard and his smirk dropped suddenly as
he tried to wrap his mind around whatever silky thing Obi-Wan had
been given.

Obi-Wan shuddered in front of him as Cody’s eyes darkened even more
and the commander knew that they couldn’t retire soon enough as he
pulled the others hand of his mouth. “I’m going to make you
hoarse tonight General.” He whispered, his rough tone a promise.

Stifling a moan by biting his lips, Obi-Wan swallowed heavily. “I’m
holding you to that Cody.”

Can we get a bit of sexy times with infatuated Cody and stressed out but needy General Kenobi?

Trying not to stare was becoming harder and harder and Cody wished he
still had his helmet more then ever but all armor and uniforms had
been prohibited, an outfit provided to him by the resident of the
humanoids they were negotiating with.

The Republic wanted to build a base one one of their moons but so far
they had been resistant, wanting to stay neutral and out of the war.

Yet they were willing to negotiate.

It went a bit above Cody’s pay grade (as if he got pay) but it
sounded like they wanted an entrance to the Republic and safety from
attacking pirates and now also CIS.

But not with warrior dressed people or uniformed.

So Cody was given a soft deep blue shirt with a darker navy blue vest
over and black pants. Happily they’d allowed him to keep his normal
boots as long as he didn’t wear the armor plates to it.

But Obi-Wan…

Kark they had given Obi-Wan a dress.

And Cody couldn’t stop stealing glances at his general.

The dress was made of crimson shimmersilk with light golden details,
simple in the design with a heart neckline and straps to keep it up
since Obi-Wan didn’t have any curvy flesh in the top to keep it up.
It pinched at the waist, flaring a bit out in the skirt which gave
him the illusion of curves that Cody knew Obi-Wan didn’t have and
ended a bit above his knees with an inch split to make walking easier
on each side.

Kark they’d even given him a pair of golden heels, pumps Cody
thought they were named and Obi-Wan could walk in them as easily as
he could in boots.

Now Cody couldn’t say if it was the image of Obi-Wan’s pale skin
in the light that was exposed by him wearing said dress, the unusual
situation or if Cody had a kink for his General in a dress.

But it was really doing something to his libido and he desperately
wished he could get the other man alone.

From the looks his General threw him when he thought no one else was
looking, that desire must be leaking out into the Force but Cody
wasn’t trying to hide it anyhow as he slid up beside the other man
with his arms tucked up behind his back as he stood ramrod in parade.

You may take away the armor but you could never remove the soldier
out of the man.

“Interesting choice of attire General.” He noted out loud.

“Our friends here are highly Matriarchal, so I’m dressed
appropriately according to their views on leadership for this party.
There’s a different set in my room for the actual negotiation.”
Obi-Wan hummed, leaning slowly against Cody’s side so their
shoulders brushed.

“Another dress?” Cody couldn’t help but question, wishing he
could whisk Obi-Wan behind a pillar. Oh Koth it would be so easy like
this, just ruck up Obi-Wan’s dress up to his hip and get down on
his knees…

“Actually no, a rather nice set with black pants with golden
details and a cotton pale yellow shirt with a low v opening. I-It has
an obi belt to wrap to keep the shirt closed, also pale yellow.”
Obi-Wan licked his lips, glancing about.

Oh that look Cody knew, it was Obi-Wan’s needy look.

Or well quickly becoming his needy look.

Kark just how much desire and lust was Cody projecting to affect the
Jedi like that?

He usually had more control…

He was just about to apologize when Obi-Wan took him by the arm and
pulled him into a shadowed alcove, the pillars giving illusion of
privacy as the Jedi pulled Cody down into a desperate little kiss.

Cody pulled himself out of his stunned temporary frozen state and
wrapped his arms tightly around Obi-Wan’s waist, crushing him to
his chest as he enjoyed the sensation of only cloth and no armor
separating them.

It was nice, the thin clothes allowing their warm bodies to mingle
with more ease.

Obi-Wan pulled back after a bit, licking kiss swollen lips. “So is
it the dress or…”

“Not sure. I love how it looks on you true, but I can’t tell if
its a turn on or just being able to see your pretty skin on display,
all your freckles…” Cody whispered, shifting a bit to press
tender kisses along the freckles of one shoulder as he ran his hands
from the armpit and down to the nipped in waist of the dress. “Or
the sensation of silk beneath my hands…” He started to tug the
skirt upwards slowly. “Or the idea that I could just lift the skirt
to get to your tender places and kneel down t-”

Obi-Wan desperately covered Cody’s mouth with his hand, panting a
bit as a little keen escaped him. “Oh Force Cody, not in here. Not
right now. Its hard enough to control my reaction with you leaking
lust everywhere. I can’t start tenting the skirt.”

Smirking smugly against the palm of covering his mouth, Cody let his
hands slide down over the silky fabric, cupping the others rear and
caressing it through the silky texture as he wondered what kind of
underwear the other was sporting.

It didn’t feel like the standard and his smirk dropped suddenly as
he tried to wrap his mind around whatever silky thing Obi-Wan had
been given.

Obi-Wan shuddered in front of him as Cody’s eyes darkened even more
and the commander knew that they couldn’t retire soon enough as he
pulled the others hand of his mouth. “I’m going to make you
hoarse tonight General.” He whispered, his rough tone a promise.

Stifling a moan by biting his lips, Obi-Wan swallowed heavily. “I’m
holding you to that Cody.”

Quiobi + Obi-Wan wearing lingerie?

“This is absolutely ridiculous.”
Obi-Wan sighed loudly.

“Its custom.”

“Its the strangest custom ever. New
ceremonial underwear?” Obi-Wan huffed.

“I don’t know about that, I’ve
encountered worse. And it feels rather nice.” Qui-Gon mused and
Obi-Wan shot him a look, raising both eyebrows in surprise.

“Then I think you got a different
sort then me. Mine just itches.” The padawan sighed.

“Silk.” The older man chuckled
deeply and tilted his head at his counterpart. “Why? What did you
get?”

“Lace and silk but its constricting
and I think its riding up my ass.” The redhead complained and
Qui-Gon had to hide his smile for a few moments, composing himself as
best he could. Then he gave a low hum. “Obi-Wan…tell me…did you
get boxers? Or briefs? Or was yours…different?”

The other colored sharply and Qui-Gon’s
eyebrows rose sharply.

“I see…you did get something
different didn’t you. Was there more then underwear?” He asked in
intrigue and Obi-Wan bit his lip, staring at his feet.

“I’m not wearing it. Its…I’m
not wearing it.”

“Obi-Wan…”

“Its a camisole!”

Qui-Gon swallowed his tongue at that
word. Or something close to it at least as he imagined the other in a
silky little underthing and a camisole. “…Satin or silk, what
color?”

Oh if Obi-Wan had been squirming before
it was nothing against what he was now, hands tucked into his sleeve
as he hopped from foot to foot like a nervous bird, face flushed deep
pink. “Sheer silk in green.” He muttered.

Okay, Qui-Gon had something to work
with there as he slowly tilted his head, staring at his padawan,
imagining him in sheer green silk. It would certainly compliment his
hair and eyes and do a well match to his fair skin depending on the
color of the green. A sheer light green perhaps?

“Are you sure you won’t wear it
Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon rumbled, taking a step towards the younger man
and Obi-Wan looked up quickly, startled before his eyes widened as he
took out the others expression.

“You…you want me to wear it? You’re
not going to laugh?”

“Oh, I’m not going to laugh.”
Qui-Gon gave a husky little chuckle and cupped the others chin with
his fingers, stroking the cleft lightly with his fingertip. “I’m
liable to do a lot of other things though.

“O-Oh?” Obi-Wan questioned shakily,
leaning into the touch.

“Well, silk can feel…very nice
below the hands and against skin”  Qui-Gon caress the dip slowly,
not wanting to push Obi-Wan, the physical part of their relationship
was still new and he certainly didn’t want the other to feel forced
to wear it for him. “But only if you’re comfortable about it
Obi-Wan.”

Hesitating a bit, Obi-Wan peered up at
him. “You’d really like it? I mean…I just felt weird about it
because I didn’t want you to laugh at me.”

“Oh Obi-Wan, I’d never laugh at
you.” Qui-Gon leaned in and kissed him on the forehead.

“That’s not true.”

“Alright, I’d never laugh at you
over something you feel insecure about.” Qui-Gon amended, knowing
he had laughed at Obi-Wan a few times.

“I guess if you swear you won’t
laugh…and if we have time.”

“We still have two hours until we
meet with the diplomats.” Qui-Gon checked the chrono just to be
sure.

“Okay…wait here.” Obi-Wan headed
for the quarters assigned to the padawan. Neither he or Qui-Gon had
felt the need to inform that they’d only need one bed since
separation was sometimes good for both of them. Just time to tinker
with their own things.

Qui-Gon breathed out and then sat down
on the couch, sprawling lazily as he did and tilting his head towards
the ceiling, watching it as he tried not to imagine Obi-Wan
undressing…yeah not working, was totally thinking about the imp
undressing.

Deep breaths, no need to get
overexcited just yet.

“Qui-Gon?”

He looked quickly over to the unsure
voice and stared.

Oh Force, control Qui-Gon you old dog.

Obi-Wan looked divine, dressed in a
sheer pale forest green camisole with the upper ties dark and tied
together with a bow in the front and thin straps over the pale
shoulders. The underwear was the same but Qui-Gon noted it was to
tight, barely keeping everything together.

“…Come here?” He questioned
softly, smiling as Obi-Wan moved to stand in front of him.

He lifted his hand, looking up for
permission before resting his large hands on the narrow hips, rubbing
lightly. “You’re right, constricting, I think its the wrong size
for you Obi-Wan.” The Master Jedi rumbled, eyes on the silky
panties. “No wonder its riding up but the camisole…” He glanced
up at Obi-Wan as he ran his hands up the others side, rubbing the
silky fabric against the others skin. “Is perfect.”

“O-Oh.” Obi-Wan shivered before he
let Qui-Gon guide him into his lap, making a low noise at how it made
the underwear shift.

“We got two hours Obi-Wan, lets see
if we can’t do something…interesting.”

“I like that idea Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan
pressed closer as the thumbs slid beneath the panties and started to
push them down. “I like that idea a lot.”

Quiobi + Obi-Wan wearing lingerie?

“This is absolutely ridiculous.”
Obi-Wan sighed loudly.

“Its custom.”

“Its the strangest custom ever. New
ceremonial underwear?” Obi-Wan huffed.

“I don’t know about that, I’ve
encountered worse. And it feels rather nice.” Qui-Gon mused and
Obi-Wan shot him a look, raising both eyebrows in surprise.

“Then I think you got a different
sort then me. Mine just itches.” The padawan sighed.

“Silk.” The older man chuckled
deeply and tilted his head at his counterpart. “Why? What did you
get?”

“Lace and silk but its constricting
and I think its riding up my ass.” The redhead complained and
Qui-Gon had to hide his smile for a few moments, composing himself as
best he could. Then he gave a low hum. “Obi-Wan…tell me…did you
get boxers? Or briefs? Or was yours…different?”

The other colored sharply and Qui-Gon’s
eyebrows rose sharply.

“I see…you did get something
different didn’t you. Was there more then underwear?” He asked in
intrigue and Obi-Wan bit his lip, staring at his feet.

“I’m not wearing it. Its…I’m
not wearing it.”

“Obi-Wan…”

“Its a camisole!”

Qui-Gon swallowed his tongue at that
word. Or something close to it at least as he imagined the other in a
silky little underthing and a camisole. “…Satin or silk, what
color?”

Oh if Obi-Wan had been squirming before
it was nothing against what he was now, hands tucked into his sleeve
as he hopped from foot to foot like a nervous bird, face flushed deep
pink. “Sheer silk in green.” He muttered.

Okay, Qui-Gon had something to work
with there as he slowly tilted his head, staring at his padawan,
imagining him in sheer green silk. It would certainly compliment his
hair and eyes and do a well match to his fair skin depending on the
color of the green. A sheer light green perhaps?

“Are you sure you won’t wear it
Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon rumbled, taking a step towards the younger man
and Obi-Wan looked up quickly, startled before his eyes widened as he
took out the others expression.

“You…you want me to wear it? You’re
not going to laugh?”

“Oh, I’m not going to laugh.”
Qui-Gon gave a husky little chuckle and cupped the others chin with
his fingers, stroking the cleft lightly with his fingertip. “I’m
liable to do a lot of other things though.

“O-Oh?” Obi-Wan questioned shakily,
leaning into the touch.

“Well, silk can feel…very nice
below the hands and against skin”  Qui-Gon caress the dip slowly,
not wanting to push Obi-Wan, the physical part of their relationship
was still new and he certainly didn’t want the other to feel forced
to wear it for him. “But only if you’re comfortable about it
Obi-Wan.”

Hesitating a bit, Obi-Wan peered up at
him. “You’d really like it? I mean…I just felt weird about it
because I didn’t want you to laugh at me.”

“Oh Obi-Wan, I’d never laugh at
you.” Qui-Gon leaned in and kissed him on the forehead.

“That’s not true.”

“Alright, I’d never laugh at you
over something you feel insecure about.” Qui-Gon amended, knowing
he had laughed at Obi-Wan a few times.

“I guess if you swear you won’t
laugh…and if we have time.”

“We still have two hours until we
meet with the diplomats.” Qui-Gon checked the chrono just to be
sure.

“Okay…wait here.” Obi-Wan headed
for the quarters assigned to the padawan. Neither he or Qui-Gon had
felt the need to inform that they’d only need one bed since
separation was sometimes good for both of them. Just time to tinker
with their own things.

Qui-Gon breathed out and then sat down
on the couch, sprawling lazily as he did and tilting his head towards
the ceiling, watching it as he tried not to imagine Obi-Wan
undressing…yeah not working, was totally thinking about the imp
undressing.

Deep breaths, no need to get
overexcited just yet.

“Qui-Gon?”

He looked quickly over to the unsure
voice and stared.

Oh Force, control Qui-Gon you old dog.

Obi-Wan looked divine, dressed in a
sheer pale forest green camisole with the upper ties dark and tied
together with a bow in the front and thin straps over the pale
shoulders. The underwear was the same but Qui-Gon noted it was to
tight, barely keeping everything together.

“…Come here?” He questioned
softly, smiling as Obi-Wan moved to stand in front of him.

He lifted his hand, looking up for
permission before resting his large hands on the narrow hips, rubbing
lightly. “You’re right, constricting, I think its the wrong size
for you Obi-Wan.” The Master Jedi rumbled, eyes on the silky
panties. “No wonder its riding up but the camisole…” He glanced
up at Obi-Wan as he ran his hands up the others side, rubbing the
silky fabric against the others skin. “Is perfect.”

“O-Oh.” Obi-Wan shivered before he
let Qui-Gon guide him into his lap, making a low noise at how it made
the underwear shift.

“We got two hours Obi-Wan, lets see
if we can’t do something…interesting.”

“I like that idea Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan
pressed closer as the thumbs slid beneath the panties and started to
push them down. “I like that idea a lot.”