The
longer she was laughing, literal tears streaming down her flushed but
still beautiful face from laughing so hard, the more red Anakin was
turning as he sat with his head in his hands, peeking through his
fingers at his wife.

“Padme!”
He finally whined after five minutes.

Snort
giggling and covering her mouth, her shoulder shaking, Padme waved
her other hand at him in the holo. “S-Sorry, just…five minutes
more, give me five minutes.” She wheezed before leaving the holo
range, Anakin still able to hear her laughing faintly as she moved
about.

She
returned after five minutes though, still snorting as she wiped her
face with a tissue.

‘Her
grin is so big it must be making her face ache.’ Anakin mused,
pouting at his wife.

She
glanced at him and let out a snort giggle before shaking herself and
taking a deep breath. “Okay, alright then. So, he’s literally
projecting his sexcapades into the Force and turning you on?” Padme
finally asked, snorting a bit.

Nodding,
a tiny bit misereble, still nervous and a bit overwhelmed by her
response, Anakin pouted even more as
he dropped his hands to his lap.
“He’s really enjoying himself, any Force sensitive can literally
feel it if they’re around here when he’s busy with them and
honestly, it’s a bit shocking. Cause Obi-Wan usually has such
control and he’s a private person, but with them…” Anakin
trailed off.

Rubbing
her chin, sitting back, Padme gave a thoughtful hum. “I imagine
they make him feel so good he kind of loses his mind a bit. Anything
else doesn’t make sense because as you say, he is a private person
Obi-Wan.” She chuckled softly, brushing her fluffy dress out a bit
and if Anakin had to take a stab in the dark, she was in her office
at the Rotunda with how she was dressed.

A
beautiful, low neck dark blue with purple trimmings dress with bell
sleeves, her waist trimmed in with the upper corset part of it,
several skirts layering it out along with her hair set up in a
beautiful braided ensemble.

Not
quite a Naboo Queen but still obviously quite the setup, especially
with the golden jewelry.

Force
he loved her.

“So
you want to fuck him.” Padme’s words made him cringe back into
reality as he squirmed in his seat.

It
wasn’t like he was going to ask Obi-Wan for a fuck unless Padme
approved!

She
was his wife, he wasn’t a cheating miserable skunk after all but if
Padme said yes…

She
was frowning a bit now, stroking her skirt while staring at her
knees.

Anakin’s
heart sunk and he shifted forward. “Hey…” He whispered, waiting
until Padme looked up before he smiled softly. “I love you.
Regardless of anything else angel, I love you with all my heart. It’s
just that…” He hesitated.

Her
face softened at that. “You love Obi-Wan too. Just not like you
love me huh?” She sat back in her chair and hummed softly.

Scratching
nervously at the back of his neck, Anakin shrugged slightly. “I’ve
always loved Obi-Wan. Just in different ways. And he’s always been
sexy but I’ve just… you know, ignored it for my own sanity sake.”
He grimaced a bit before biting his lips. “But right now it’s
very hard to ignore it.”

Padme
frowned a bit before realization set in. “The projection. With you
feeling his pleasure in the Force…” She trailed off.

“Padme,
I can practically taste
him, see him…Force the way his pleasure basically swamps everything
in the Force, it wouldn’t take much for me to be
him and feel everything happening to him secondhand,”
Anakin explained to his wife, snorting at her shocked look. “Yeah,
it’s that visceral. Even someone impotent could get a secondhand
orgasm from it if they were Force sensitive I think.” He breathed
out while
scrubbing his hands through his curls.

They
both turned silent, Padme clearly thoughtful and Anakin leaving her
to her thoughts with hope in his heart.

Maybe…

If
she said yes, if Obi-Wan said yes…

He
swallowed heavily, trying not to get ahead of himself but fuck, the
things he could imagine doing to Obi-Wan, things he had found on the
holonet when he was a teen, wanking himself raw, the things he had
been feeling lately that indicated that Obi-Wan would be more than
open for it…

He
couldn’t help a shudder as his rather sore dick rose in interest.

The
downside of wanking with a mech hand covered in leather was that it
could be a bit raw. ‘Condom might help that next time’ Anakin
mused before snapping back to attention when Padme cleared her
throat.

She
was watching him closely. “I love you Anakin,” His heart sunk a
bit only to rise when she smiled softly. “And I know you love me.
As long as you keep on remaining open and honest with me, and you
take an STD checkup, I don’t mind if you want to sleep with
Obi-Wan. As long
as he’s okay with it and you’re honest with him too.” She gave
him a severe look.

And
there was the catch.

Wincing,
Anakin thought it over.

The
STD checkup wasn’t so bad, easy to do and something they did anyhow
cause you never knew what you could catch out in the galaxy from
tainted blood
so Jedi had checkups for that after every mission if they were
injured at any point.
Anakin remembered vividly when Obi-Wan caught syphilis
from a pirate that had punched Obi-Wan in the mouth, Obi-Wan’s
teeth cutting up the knuckles of the man.

From
there he had gotten the man’s blood in his mouth and voila,
syphilis without sex.

It
had taken Obi-Wan a month of antibiotics
and bacta and a few other medications to deal
with the side effects of syphilis like the sores, headaches, nausea
and fever.

It
had honestly been a bit hellish for Anakin to watch his usually so
active and
dignified master
barely manage to get up from the couch because of his joint aches and
headache in
only his ruffled sleep wear,
Obi-Wan
being sweaty and disheveled the entire time as Anakin had run so many
errands for Obi-Wan and tried to make sure the man had tea and food
at all times to keep him from having to do any unnecessary amount of
walking.

‘But
telling him…’ That was the part that got Anakin nervous, telling
Obi-Wan that he was married…

But
it wouldn’t be fair to engage in even casual sex unless he was
honest.

Obi-Wan
wasn’t a random one night stand or stranger.

Slowly,
Anakin nodded with a small, tired sigh. “You’re right. I’ll
tell him.” He murmured, his mouth feeling dry and his body too
tight and tense.

“And
if he says no, that’s it. No grudges Anakin, no pouting, be a
proper gentleman about it.” Padme stated sternly, her brows raised
and her eyes expectant.

Nodding
a lot quicker to that, Anakin smiled lovingly. “Of course, if he
says no, that’s it. I’m not a monster, Padme.” He huffed, a tiny
bit offended.

She
just rolled her eyes and blew a kiss at him that had Anakin mellow
out again with a grin.

“When
are you going to ask him?” Padme shifted in her seat, raising one
leg above the other under her skirt as she watched him curiously.

Rubbing
his chin, Anakin let out a thoughtful hum. “Well, not right now for
sure. He’s way too sore for anything. But maybe in two or three
days? I can smell bacta off him so he might be ready by then.” He
frowned to himself, missing Padme’s amused eyes as she shook her
head.

‘Men.
At least he’s thoughtful enough.’ Padme thought in exasperated
fondness, watching her silly husband with a loving smile.