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Some cute maceobi snuggling? aftermath of a mission gone bad or something

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Singing quietly in native Haruun dialect, Mace slowly teased his
fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair as the two laid pressed tightly
together on the councilor’s couch with Obi-Wan’s nose buried in
the others tunic.

Having just come back from a mission and then a report, Mace had
ushered him into the fresher first and then into a clean shift of
pajamas once he had come out smelling clean and soft muscled.

Pliant as Obi-Wan had been, it had been easy to coax him into eating
a few bites and then curling up on the couch against Mace taller
form.

The mission had been hard, Obi-Wan had gone on it with two other
knights and come back alone, a weary and shaking mess of a knight
that gave his report as best he could, visibly relieved that his
padawan had not been with him as Anakin had begged to go on a pilot
course lessons that Knight Muln was setting up for those interested
where they would be allowed to set a course and fly to it, to be
graded on how precise they did it and how well they flew.

But he had still lost two knights, Obi-Wan had been the junior knight
of them and only he had survived the ship crashing after missiles
shooting them down when Jedi intervention had been… strongly
objected.

Very strongly indeed.

Obi-Wan had barely managed to escape by getting passage with a
smuggler that had to be heavily compensated to risk her hide in
return for the Jedi who had to spend two full days below the floor in
a hidden compartment of the ship with no light, only a few ration
bars and some flasks of water.

It had been a grueling trek back to Coruscant.

And it showed on Obi-Wan.

But he was now back home, curled against Mace chest with his hair
carefully stroked and listening to the other man sing quietly for
him.

Safe.

“…sorry.” Obi-Wan whispered into his chest and Mace made a soft
shushing noise.

“Don’t. You came back alive, that’s all that matters.” The
Korun murmured quietly, shifting his hand to cup the back of
Obi-Wan’s head and gently press his cheek to the councilor’s
sternum.

“But knight Maron and Even…” Obi-Wan swallowed hard, breath
hitching a bit t the names.

“Knew the risks of the mission and were seasoned warriors both with
experience and age. They knew where they were going, just like you
were and I know that survivor guilt is a terrible thing Obi-Wan but
please don’t let it consume you.” Mace pressed his lips to the
others forehead before pulling the blanket off the back of his couch
to slip it around the two. “Grieve Obi-Wan, feel it… and then let
the emotions go into the Force. Honor the memory of two brave
knights.” He continued quietly.

Obi-Wan let out a shuddering breath before nodding and tiredly
tucking himself against his lover, breathing out with quiet tears
soaking into Mace tunic for a long while.

Mace let him.

Tears could be cleansing when relief and comfort was offered and in
this moment, that was what the redhead needed. Mace was only too
willing to provide the physical comfort the other needed as he held
the other and stroked his hair once again.

“It will be alright Obi-Wan.” He promised quietly as the other
wept silent tears for two fellow Jedi who had died bravely.

Some cute maceobi snuggling? aftermath of a mission gone bad or something

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Singing quietly in native Haruun dialect, Mace slowly teased his
fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair as the two laid pressed tightly
together on the councilor’s couch with Obi-Wan’s nose buried in
the others tunic.

Having just come back from a mission and then a report, Mace had
ushered him into the fresher first and then into a clean shift of
pajamas once he had come out smelling clean and soft muscled.

Pliant as Obi-Wan had been, it had been easy to coax him into eating
a few bites and then curling up on the couch against Mace taller
form.

The mission had been hard, Obi-Wan had gone on it with two other
knights and come back alone, a weary and shaking mess of a knight
that gave his report as best he could, visibly relieved that his
padawan had not been with him as Anakin had begged to go on a pilot
course lessons that Knight Muln was setting up for those interested
where they would be allowed to set a course and fly to it, to be
graded on how precise they did it and how well they flew.

But he had still lost two knights, Obi-Wan had been the junior knight
of them and only he had survived the ship crashing after missiles
shooting them down when Jedi intervention had been… strongly
objected.

Very strongly indeed.

Obi-Wan had barely managed to escape by getting passage with a
smuggler that had to be heavily compensated to risk her hide in
return for the Jedi who had to spend two full days below the floor in
a hidden compartment of the ship with no light, only a few ration
bars and some flasks of water.

It had been a grueling trek back to Coruscant.

And it showed on Obi-Wan.

But he was now back home, curled against Mace chest with his hair
carefully stroked and listening to the other man sing quietly for
him.

Safe.

“…sorry.” Obi-Wan whispered into his chest and Mace made a soft
shushing noise.

“Don’t. You came back alive, that’s all that matters.” The
Korun murmured quietly, shifting his hand to cup the back of
Obi-Wan’s head and gently press his cheek to the councilor’s
sternum.

“But knight Maron and Even…” Obi-Wan swallowed hard, breath
hitching a bit t the names.

“Knew the risks of the mission and were seasoned warriors both with
experience and age. They knew where they were going, just like you
were and I know that survivor guilt is a terrible thing Obi-Wan but
please don’t let it consume you.” Mace pressed his lips to the
others forehead before pulling the blanket off the back of his couch
to slip it around the two. “Grieve Obi-Wan, feel it… and then let
the emotions go into the Force. Honor the memory of two brave
knights.” He continued quietly.

Obi-Wan let out a shuddering breath before nodding and tiredly
tucking himself against his lover, breathing out with quiet tears
soaking into Mace tunic for a long while.

Mace let him.

Tears could be cleansing when relief and comfort was offered and in
this moment, that was what the redhead needed. Mace was only too
willing to provide the physical comfort the other needed as he held
the other and stroked his hair once again.

“It will be alright Obi-Wan.” He promised quietly as the other
wept silent tears for two fellow Jedi who had died bravely.

Obi-Wan & Mace where no one is sure whether they’re together or not but are always caught in the most suggestive scenarios??? Anakin and Ahsoka are constantly asked but have no clue. Qui-gon is like your my precious padawan???? And remaining best friend?????? Why won’t you tell me!?!?!?!? Or really any collection of Jedi of your choice

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The
three stared at each other i utter silence.

Anakin was struggling to say something, anything really but the
words were stuck in his throat as he stared at the display in front
of him.

“…Yes Anakin? Was there something
you needed?” Obi-Wan questioned, his voice dignified despite his
position straddling Mace Windu’s stomach with his hands pinning the
Korun’s to the sparring mats.

“…What are you two doing?” He
choked out finally.

“Sparring, I was about to win when
you interrupted.” Obi-Wan huffed before pulling of the other and
brushing down his tunics, summoning his saber from where it was
laying on the other side of the room.

“Winning?” Mace grunted. “You
wish Kenobi.” He accepted Obi-Wan’s hand up, letting himself be
pulled before summoning his own saber by Anakin’s feet.

The blond honestly hadn’t noticed it
until that moment and he blinked. “You were…sparring.”

“Yes. It devolved into a fist fight
once we lost our sabers.” Obi-Wan shrugged and ran his fingers
through his ruffled hair to settle it. And then he rubbed his jaw.
“Good punch though Mace.”

The master of the order just snorted
and made his way to the doors. “We’ll schedule a rematch Kenobi
at a later time, if Skywalker’s here that means its been more then
two hours.”

“Later Mace.” Puzzled green turned
back to Anakin before tilting his head. “No was there something you
needed Anakin?”

()()()

“…So…” Qui-Gon sipped his tea,
staring at his friend over the rim of his cup, trying not to get
impatient and damnable shake the man. He’d never get answers if he
did that.

“So?” Mace raised his brows at him.

Taking a deep breath through his nose,
Qui-Gon considered how to word it. “…Rumor has it that you and
Obi-Wan fell out of a broom closet today in front of a class of
padawans.” He tried carefully and watched the emotionless man in
front of him closely.

“We did no such thing.” Mace took
another sip and Qui-Gon’s brows furrowed a bit.

“I see, well the-”

“We fell out of a supply closet. I
was helping him. You are aware that your former padawan seems to have
an aversion to using ladders to collect things?” Mace peered at
him. “I helped him and the door slammed shut on us.” He shrugged.

The long haired master stared at the
Korun, struggling not to gape at Mace before visibly shaking himself
and nodding. “Oh. Hmm…”

“Why the sudden questions Qui-Gon?”

“…Because the rumor mill has it
that you and Obi-Wan has started to explore a more…carnal
relationship.”

“I see.”

And then he got no more answers out of
the master of the order.

()()()

Jocasta swore she’d seen Obi-Wan
tenderly stroke Mace jaw in the Archives.

Yoda claimed he’d noticed what looked
like Obi-Wan’s favorite cup hidden in Mace cupboard when he had tea
with the man.

Garen swore up and down that Obi-Wan
had a hicky on his shoulder and Ahsoka said that there had been a
robe much to big for Obi-Wan in his quarters.

Yet neither confirmed or denied what
was happening behind closed doors. Frankly it was getting a tiny bit
frustrating to not be sure what the two were up to and both Qui-Gon
and Anakin put it down to being worried about the copper haired man.

Not that Qui-Gon believed that Mace
would abuse Obi-Wan’s trust. But he knew how easily Obi-Wan’s
emotions lead him at times. Knew it would hurt Obi-Wan if he thought
he had fallen in with Mace only for to be a purely carnal
relationship.

And then Ahsoka removed their source of
worry with a small clip she had caught of Obi-Wan and Mace in the
gardens.

The redhead was meditating but Mace had
his eyes focused on Obi-Wan, smiling faintly before he reached out
and tucked a copper strand behind the others ear. Its a tender touch,
slow and steady with enough familiarity to make it not the first or
second time Mace has done it. It makes Obi-Wan open his eyes and look
at the Korun, sharing the smile with a small flush rising to his ears
that Qui-Gon recognizes from when the duchess Satine had touched
Obi-Wan in a same familiar manner.

Its enough to settle Qui-Gon, he won’t
pry anymore.

That doesn’t stop Anakin from teasing
of course.

The brat.

Obi-Wan & Mace where no one is sure whether they’re together or not but are always caught in the most suggestive scenarios??? Anakin and Ahsoka are constantly asked but have no clue. Qui-gon is like your my precious padawan???? And remaining best friend?????? Why won’t you tell me!?!?!?!? Or really any collection of Jedi of your choice

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The
three stared at each other i utter silence.

Anakin was struggling to say something, anything really but the
words were stuck in his throat as he stared at the display in front
of him.

“…Yes Anakin? Was there something
you needed?” Obi-Wan questioned, his voice dignified despite his
position straddling Mace Windu’s stomach with his hands pinning the
Korun’s to the sparring mats.

“…What are you two doing?” He
choked out finally.

“Sparring, I was about to win when
you interrupted.” Obi-Wan huffed before pulling of the other and
brushing down his tunics, summoning his saber from where it was
laying on the other side of the room.

“Winning?” Mace grunted. “You
wish Kenobi.” He accepted Obi-Wan’s hand up, letting himself be
pulled before summoning his own saber by Anakin’s feet.

The blond honestly hadn’t noticed it
until that moment and he blinked. “You were…sparring.”

“Yes. It devolved into a fist fight
once we lost our sabers.” Obi-Wan shrugged and ran his fingers
through his ruffled hair to settle it. And then he rubbed his jaw.
“Good punch though Mace.”

The master of the order just snorted
and made his way to the doors. “We’ll schedule a rematch Kenobi
at a later time, if Skywalker’s here that means its been more then
two hours.”

“Later Mace.” Puzzled green turned
back to Anakin before tilting his head. “No was there something you
needed Anakin?”

()()()

“…So…” Qui-Gon sipped his tea,
staring at his friend over the rim of his cup, trying not to get
impatient and damnable shake the man. He’d never get answers if he
did that.

“So?” Mace raised his brows at him.

Taking a deep breath through his nose,
Qui-Gon considered how to word it. “…Rumor has it that you and
Obi-Wan fell out of a broom closet today in front of a class of
padawans.” He tried carefully and watched the emotionless man in
front of him closely.

“We did no such thing.” Mace took
another sip and Qui-Gon’s brows furrowed a bit.

“I see, well the-”

“We fell out of a supply closet. I
was helping him. You are aware that your former padawan seems to have
an aversion to using ladders to collect things?” Mace peered at
him. “I helped him and the door slammed shut on us.” He shrugged.

The long haired master stared at the
Korun, struggling not to gape at Mace before visibly shaking himself
and nodding. “Oh. Hmm…”

“Why the sudden questions Qui-Gon?”

“…Because the rumor mill has it
that you and Obi-Wan has started to explore a more…carnal
relationship.”

“I see.”

And then he got no more answers out of
the master of the order.

()()()

Jocasta swore she’d seen Obi-Wan
tenderly stroke Mace jaw in the Archives.

Yoda claimed he’d noticed what looked
like Obi-Wan’s favorite cup hidden in Mace cupboard when he had tea
with the man.

Garen swore up and down that Obi-Wan
had a hicky on his shoulder and Ahsoka said that there had been a
robe much to big for Obi-Wan in his quarters.

Yet neither confirmed or denied what
was happening behind closed doors. Frankly it was getting a tiny bit
frustrating to not be sure what the two were up to and both Qui-Gon
and Anakin put it down to being worried about the copper haired man.

Not that Qui-Gon believed that Mace
would abuse Obi-Wan’s trust. But he knew how easily Obi-Wan’s
emotions lead him at times. Knew it would hurt Obi-Wan if he thought
he had fallen in with Mace only for to be a purely carnal
relationship.

And then Ahsoka removed their source of
worry with a small clip she had caught of Obi-Wan and Mace in the
gardens.

The redhead was meditating but Mace had
his eyes focused on Obi-Wan, smiling faintly before he reached out
and tucked a copper strand behind the others ear. Its a tender touch,
slow and steady with enough familiarity to make it not the first or
second time Mace has done it. It makes Obi-Wan open his eyes and look
at the Korun, sharing the smile with a small flush rising to his ears
that Qui-Gon recognizes from when the duchess Satine had touched
Obi-Wan in a same familiar manner.

Its enough to settle Qui-Gon, he won’t
pry anymore.

That doesn’t stop Anakin from teasing
of course.

The brat.

If you are closing stories, perhaps a little more precious as you are ? Does it change things for the final confrontation Palpatine / Windu Anakin that Anakin knew.Mace Windu as his Master’s mate since a few years?

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“Anakin.” Windu rasped out, breath sharp after the fight with
Palpatine as he didn’t dare remove his eyes from the fallen form of
the now revealed Sith Master. “I know you’re worried, I know
you’re scared but we can’t let him live.” He hissed.

Shaking his head, Anakin glanced between Palpatine and Windu. “He
has to live, just killing him is not the Jedi way, we have to put him
on tri-”

“Anakin, Obi-Wan is pregnant.”

The words froze the blond, blinking at the Korun’s side, focused on
him. “What?”

“He contacted me, from Utapau. He took a blow from Grievous and his
medic checked him over, his hormone levels… I can’t let a sith
master live in a world where my kits are being born.” The Korun
murmured, shifting his footing a bit. “He’ll hurt them…I know
he will.” Mace face tightened.

Staring at the Korun Anakin once again felt the weight of worlds on
him, once again hearing Palpatine’s voice in his head.

His wife or his master.

Oh, oh this was…

“Anakin, think logically about this for just a few moments.” Mace
suddenly said, still not looking away from the growling Sith. “I
can smell Amidala on you, and I know she’s pregnant… just…
think about this… no one dies from childbirth anymore.” It was a
wild guess on the councilors side, but if there was one thing he
could understand…

It was the alpha fear for an unborn child and their mates.

And it was the only thing Palpatine could hold over Anakin’s eyes,
the way Palpatine’s eyes widened a bit then narrowed gave him all
the confirmation Mace needed.

Anakin shook his head. “Y-You don’t know that… she…”

“Anakin…Amidala is one of the strongest women I know.” Windu
continued. “Just… think about it. And even if there is danger…
bring her to the temple, to the healers to… just… for all our
sake… think about it… don’t let Kit, Saesee and Agen’s
sacrifices be for nothing…”

Slowly, Anakin glanced down at Palpatine then back at Windu before
narrowing his eyes. ‘He knew about my dreams…’

One step back and then two.

Mace almost sighed in relief, almost.

Only for Palpatine to cry out in denial, lighting zapping out of his
fingers, Mace barely getting his saber in position to block it as
Palpatine shot back on his feet.

And then the battle raged once again.

()()()

Opening his eyes slowly, Mace stared up at the ceiling with confusion
before taking note of how sterile the air was and the warmth at his
side.

The Halls and a warm body, Obi-Wan.

But…

“You’re a lucky bantha’s uncle.” A voice by the end of his
bed said and slowly Mace tilted his head to look over Obi-Wan’s
head where it was resting on his sternum to stare at Skywalker who
was sporting an eyepatch over his left eye and a wry smile. “You
should be dead but the massive amount of Force in use drew other Jedi
to the Chancellor’s office, healers among them.” He chuckled
bleakly.

The other Alpha looked a bit pale but well enough considering he was
in a Hall gown similar to the one Mace was in.

“Palpatine severed your spine.” Anakin shrugged.
“You shouldn’t be able to move your legs at the moment I’m told
but cybernetic implants to your spinal column will help bring back
some mobility like they did for Master Tholme and his leg implants.”
He continued before glancing at Obi-Wan and then smiling wryly.
“You’ve been asleep for close to a week.”

Mace swallowed a bit then tightened his arm slowly around Obi-Wan’s
warm body.

Skywalker was about to say something when a small cry interrupted
them, both looking over to where Amidala was carefully pushing
herself out of a bed to get to a crib.

“…Thank you Master Windu.” The blond whispered. “…You were
right.”

Mace gave a grunt then closed his eyes.

It was all too confusing.

It would make more sense next time he woke but he understood the gist
of it…they survived and Obi-Wan was back.

Yes, all make sense in the morning with his mate.

If you are closing stories, perhaps a little more precious as you are ? Does it change things for the final confrontation Palpatine / Windu Anakin that Anakin knew.Mace Windu as his Master’s mate since a few years?

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“Anakin.” Windu rasped out, breath sharp after the fight with
Palpatine as he didn’t dare remove his eyes from the fallen form of
the now revealed Sith Master. “I know you’re worried, I know
you’re scared but we can’t let him live.” He hissed.

Shaking his head, Anakin glanced between Palpatine and Windu. “He
has to live, just killing him is not the Jedi way, we have to put him
on tri-”

“Anakin, Obi-Wan is pregnant.”

The words froze the blond, blinking at the Korun’s side, focused on
him. “What?”

“He contacted me, from Utapau. He took a blow from Grievous and his
medic checked him over, his hormone levels… I can’t let a sith
master live in a world where my kits are being born.” The Korun
murmured, shifting his footing a bit. “He’ll hurt them…I know
he will.” Mace face tightened.

Staring at the Korun Anakin once again felt the weight of worlds on
him, once again hearing Palpatine’s voice in his head.

His wife or his master.

Oh, oh this was…

“Anakin, think logically about this for just a few moments.” Mace
suddenly said, still not looking away from the growling Sith. “I
can smell Amidala on you, and I know she’s pregnant… just…
think about this… no one dies from childbirth anymore.” It was a
wild guess on the councilors side, but if there was one thing he
could understand…

It was the alpha fear for an unborn child and their mates.

And it was the only thing Palpatine could hold over Anakin’s eyes,
the way Palpatine’s eyes widened a bit then narrowed gave him all
the confirmation Mace needed.

Anakin shook his head. “Y-You don’t know that… she…”

“Anakin…Amidala is one of the strongest women I know.” Windu
continued. “Just… think about it. And even if there is danger…
bring her to the temple, to the healers to… just… for all our
sake… think about it… don’t let Kit, Saesee and Agen’s
sacrifices be for nothing…”

Slowly, Anakin glanced down at Palpatine then back at Windu before
narrowing his eyes. ‘He knew about my dreams…’

One step back and then two.

Mace almost sighed in relief, almost.

Only for Palpatine to cry out in denial, lighting zapping out of his
fingers, Mace barely getting his saber in position to block it as
Palpatine shot back on his feet.

And then the battle raged once again.

()()()

Opening his eyes slowly, Mace stared up at the ceiling with confusion
before taking note of how sterile the air was and the warmth at his
side.

The Halls and a warm body, Obi-Wan.

But…

“You’re a lucky bantha’s uncle.” A voice by the end of his
bed said and slowly Mace tilted his head to look over Obi-Wan’s
head where it was resting on his sternum to stare at Skywalker who
was sporting an eyepatch over his left eye and a wry smile. “You
should be dead but the massive amount of Force in use drew other Jedi
to the Chancellor’s office, healers among them.” He chuckled
bleakly.

The other Alpha looked a bit pale but well enough considering he was
in a Hall gown similar to the one Mace was in.

“Palpatine severed your spine.” Anakin shrugged.
“You shouldn’t be able to move your legs at the moment I’m told
but cybernetic implants to your spinal column will help bring back
some mobility like they did for Master Tholme and his leg implants.”
He continued before glancing at Obi-Wan and then smiling wryly.
“You’ve been asleep for close to a week.”

Mace swallowed a bit then tightened his arm slowly around Obi-Wan’s
warm body.

Skywalker was about to say something when a small cry interrupted
them, both looking over to where Amidala was carefully pushing
herself out of a bed to get to a crib.

“…Thank you Master Windu.” The blond whispered. “…You were
right.”

Mace gave a grunt then closed his eyes.

It was all too confusing.

It would make more sense next time he woke but he understood the gist
of it…they survived and Obi-Wan was back.

Yes, all make sense in the morning with his mate.

In crèche Master Mace totally seems sweet on Obi-wan! Is that the pairing ? Also I can totally see Obi-wan having a few things to say about the basic slavery of the clones (not giving them a choice to fight or not) imagine clones in the argi corps!

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Peeking around the corner, Anakin blinked as he watched Master Windu
and Obi-Wan.

The redhead looked much to amused as he let the man blindfold him. “I
swear Windu, if this is a trick…” He laughed quietly, humming
when the Korun lifted the braid so it wouldn’t be caught in the
knot.

“I told you, its a surprise, not a trick.” The Korun chuckled
quietly in return before settling back in his seat. “Now open your
mouth.” He grinned.

There was a quick silence.

“I could make a lewd joke there.” Obi-Wan mused thoughtfully,
hands on his lap.

“Don’t.” The Korun snorted before smiling when Obi-Wan opened
his mouth.

Anakin watched as he floated a bowl of…something over to him and
wasn’t that exactly what his teachers told him not to do?

Frivolous use of the Force?

But the Master of the Order was clearly doing it!

Carefully Mace lifted a cube of something slightly blue from the bowl
and leaned forward, placing it on Obi-Wan’s lips.

“Mmmn…” The redhead chewed thoughtfully. “Oh… that’s…
its cold but sweet. Is that fruit?” He laughed, sounding
astonished.

“Its called a moon melon, it grows on a frosty planet. That’s why
the flesh of it is so cold but matured the fruit is really sweet.”
Mace murmured, smiling a bit as Obi-Wan continued his thoughtful
chewing.

Anakin blinked then wrinkled his nose.

Adults were weird and he carefully slipped away, not seeing Mace
glance in his direction before quietly sighing in relief.

‘Thank the Force, alone…’ Mace had really not wanted an
audience to this just in case… well in case he messed up.

Oh Force he hoped he didn’t mess up.

“Another?” Obi-Wan requested, opening his lips again.

Swallowing lightly, Mace picked up a piece of the next fruit and
placed it on Obi-Wan’s lips like before, watching him chew with
thoughtful with a soft humming noise. “Well?

The prompt made Obi-Wan laugh. “Patience is a virtue~” He teased
before shrugging. “Kind of tingly. There’s not really a flavor as
much as this tingly sensation left behind.”

Glancing at the other green bits in the bowl, Mace made a
disappointed noise. “Oh, that means its under ripe. Its suppose to…
well its a golden alderaan pear, its suppose to be… we’ll save
that to another time.” He shook of his disappointment and feed
Obi-Wan a red cube of fruit meat.

The moment it touched his lips, Obi-Wan made a startled noise and
then chewed quickly on it, making low noises that Mace couldn’t
tell if was good or bad.

“What?” He murmured.

“Hot!” Obi-Wan licked his lips. “Moon melon please.” He
begged and Mace quickly obliged, watching Obi-Wan chew before he
couldn’t help a small laugh. “What?” Obi-Wan questioned
grouchily, licking his lips.

“Its just… only you would have a one in eight chances of that
reaction. Its spiced apple, very few actually react to the spice.”
He chuckled in amusement before glancing down at the bowl and taking
a deep breath. “One more fruit to go though…”

Obi-Wan huffed but opened his mouth, waiting.

Picking up the cube of strawberry, Mace placed the end of it in his
mouth and then leaned forward, placing his hands on Obi-Wan’s
thighs. Fortune favored the bold…and hopefully the bald.

The creche master made a startled noise before making a lower noise
when Mace lips and the fruit meet his, obviously aware of what was
happening.

A moment of suspense, of Mace heart pounding in his chest before
Obi-Wan lifted his hands to the Korun’s face to cup his cheeks,
slowly biting down on the berry to spread the sweet juice and meet
Mace lips. He swallowed the fruit but pulled Mace closer, his
fingertips lightly digging into the flesh of his cheeks.

It felt like forever when Mace finally pulled away a bit to push the
bind up, meeting Obi-Wan’s eyes for a few seconds, searching for
rejection before leaning back in and kissing the creche master once
again.

In crèche Master Mace totally seems sweet on Obi-wan! Is that the pairing ? Also I can totally see Obi-wan having a few things to say about the basic slavery of the clones (not giving them a choice to fight or not) imagine clones in the argi corps!

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Peeking around the corner, Anakin blinked as he watched Master Windu
and Obi-Wan.

The redhead looked much to amused as he let the man blindfold him. “I
swear Windu, if this is a trick…” He laughed quietly, humming
when the Korun lifted the braid so it wouldn’t be caught in the
knot.

“I told you, its a surprise, not a trick.” The Korun chuckled
quietly in return before settling back in his seat. “Now open your
mouth.” He grinned.

There was a quick silence.

“I could make a lewd joke there.” Obi-Wan mused thoughtfully,
hands on his lap.

“Don’t.” The Korun snorted before smiling when Obi-Wan opened
his mouth.

Anakin watched as he floated a bowl of…something over to him and
wasn’t that exactly what his teachers told him not to do?

Frivolous use of the Force?

But the Master of the Order was clearly doing it!

Carefully Mace lifted a cube of something slightly blue from the bowl
and leaned forward, placing it on Obi-Wan’s lips.

“Mmmn…” The redhead chewed thoughtfully. “Oh… that’s…
its cold but sweet. Is that fruit?” He laughed, sounding
astonished.

“Its called a moon melon, it grows on a frosty planet. That’s why
the flesh of it is so cold but matured the fruit is really sweet.”
Mace murmured, smiling a bit as Obi-Wan continued his thoughtful
chewing.

Anakin blinked then wrinkled his nose.

Adults were weird and he carefully slipped away, not seeing Mace
glance in his direction before quietly sighing in relief.

‘Thank the Force, alone…’ Mace had really not wanted an
audience to this just in case… well in case he messed up.

Oh Force he hoped he didn’t mess up.

“Another?” Obi-Wan requested, opening his lips again.

Swallowing lightly, Mace picked up a piece of the next fruit and
placed it on Obi-Wan’s lips like before, watching him chew with
thoughtful with a soft humming noise. “Well?

The prompt made Obi-Wan laugh. “Patience is a virtue~” He teased
before shrugging. “Kind of tingly. There’s not really a flavor as
much as this tingly sensation left behind.”

Glancing at the other green bits in the bowl, Mace made a
disappointed noise. “Oh, that means its under ripe. Its suppose to…
well its a golden alderaan pear, its suppose to be… we’ll save
that to another time.” He shook of his disappointment and feed
Obi-Wan a red cube of fruit meat.

The moment it touched his lips, Obi-Wan made a startled noise and
then chewed quickly on it, making low noises that Mace couldn’t
tell if was good or bad.

“What?” He murmured.

“Hot!” Obi-Wan licked his lips. “Moon melon please.” He
begged and Mace quickly obliged, watching Obi-Wan chew before he
couldn’t help a small laugh. “What?” Obi-Wan questioned
grouchily, licking his lips.

“Its just… only you would have a one in eight chances of that
reaction. Its spiced apple, very few actually react to the spice.”
He chuckled in amusement before glancing down at the bowl and taking
a deep breath. “One more fruit to go though…”

Obi-Wan huffed but opened his mouth, waiting.

Picking up the cube of strawberry, Mace placed the end of it in his
mouth and then leaned forward, placing his hands on Obi-Wan’s
thighs. Fortune favored the bold…and hopefully the bald.

The creche master made a startled noise before making a lower noise
when Mace lips and the fruit meet his, obviously aware of what was
happening.

A moment of suspense, of Mace heart pounding in his chest before
Obi-Wan lifted his hands to the Korun’s face to cup his cheeks,
slowly biting down on the berry to spread the sweet juice and meet
Mace lips. He swallowed the fruit but pulled Mace closer, his
fingertips lightly digging into the flesh of his cheeks.

It felt like forever when Mace finally pulled away a bit to push the
bind up, meeting Obi-Wan’s eyes for a few seconds, searching for
rejection before leaning back in and kissing the creche master once
again.

In crèche Master Mace totally seems sweet on Obi-wan! Is that the pairing ? Also I can totally see Obi-wan having a few things to say about the basic slavery of the clones (not giving them a choice to fight or not) imagine clones in the argi corps!

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Peeking around the corner, Anakin blinked as he watched Master Windu
and Obi-Wan.

The redhead looked much to amused as he let the man blindfold him. “I
swear Windu, if this is a trick…” He laughed quietly, humming
when the Korun lifted the braid so it wouldn’t be caught in the
knot.

“I told you, its a surprise, not a trick.” The Korun chuckled
quietly in return before settling back in his seat. “Now open your
mouth.” He grinned.

There was a quick silence.

“I could make a lewd joke there.” Obi-Wan mused thoughtfully,
hands on his lap.

“Don’t.” The Korun snorted before smiling when Obi-Wan opened
his mouth.

Anakin watched as he floated a bowl of…something over to him and
wasn’t that exactly what his teachers told him not to do?

Frivolous use of the Force?

But the Master of the Order was clearly doing it!

Carefully Mace lifted a cube of something slightly blue from the bowl
and leaned forward, placing it on Obi-Wan’s lips.

“Mmmn…” The redhead chewed thoughtfully. “Oh… that’s…
its cold but sweet. Is that fruit?” He laughed, sounding
astonished.

“Its called a moon melon, it grows on a frosty planet. That’s why
the flesh of it is so cold but matured the fruit is really sweet.”
Mace murmured, smiling a bit as Obi-Wan continued his thoughtful
chewing.

Anakin blinked then wrinkled his nose.

Adults were weird and he carefully slipped away, not seeing Mace
glance in his direction before quietly sighing in relief.

‘Thank the Force, alone…’ Mace had really not wanted an
audience to this just in case… well in case he messed up.

Oh Force he hoped he didn’t mess up.

“Another?” Obi-Wan requested, opening his lips again.

Swallowing lightly, Mace picked up a piece of the next fruit and
placed it on Obi-Wan’s lips like before, watching him chew with
thoughtful with a soft humming noise. “Well?

The prompt made Obi-Wan laugh. “Patience is a virtue~” He teased
before shrugging. “Kind of tingly. There’s not really a flavor as
much as this tingly sensation left behind.”

Glancing at the other green bits in the bowl, Mace made a
disappointed noise. “Oh, that means its under ripe. Its suppose to…
well its a golden alderaan pear, its suppose to be… we’ll save
that to another time.” He shook of his disappointment and feed
Obi-Wan a red cube of fruit meat.

The moment it touched his lips, Obi-Wan made a startled noise and
then chewed quickly on it, making low noises that Mace couldn’t
tell if was good or bad.

“What?” He murmured.

“Hot!” Obi-Wan licked his lips. “Moon melon please.” He
begged and Mace quickly obliged, watching Obi-Wan chew before he
couldn’t help a small laugh. “What?” Obi-Wan questioned
grouchily, licking his lips.

“Its just… only you would have a one in eight chances of that
reaction. Its spiced apple, very few actually react to the spice.”
He chuckled in amusement before glancing down at the bowl and taking
a deep breath. “One more fruit to go though…”

Obi-Wan huffed but opened his mouth, waiting.

Picking up the cube of strawberry, Mace placed the end of it in his
mouth and then leaned forward, placing his hands on Obi-Wan’s
thighs. Fortune favored the bold…and hopefully the bald.

The creche master made a startled noise before making a lower noise
when Mace lips and the fruit meet his, obviously aware of what was
happening.

A moment of suspense, of Mace heart pounding in his chest before
Obi-Wan lifted his hands to the Korun’s face to cup his cheeks,
slowly biting down on the berry to spread the sweet juice and meet
Mace lips. He swallowed the fruit but pulled Mace closer, his
fingertips lightly digging into the flesh of his cheeks.

It felt like forever when Mace finally pulled away a bit to push the
bind up, meeting Obi-Wan’s eyes for a few seconds, searching for
rejection before leaning back in and kissing the creche master once
again.

Can I please request some Mace/Obi-wan ? It’s pretty much my favourite pairing these days but there’s hardly anything out there ):

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Hissing a bit, Mace clenched his eyes shut as the hands continued
working on his sore and tense back before giving a delighted hum when
the thumbs of those hands dug into a tense knot in his upper back.
“Oh…kriff that’s the ticket.” He sighed.

His noises earned him a tiny laugh from behind him but Mace couldn’t
find it in him to stop the man currently massaging his sore muscles
and hey…he liked that laugh, he didn’t always hear it and he
cherished it when he did.

Sitting on the councilor’s bed, the lights were dimmed and he was
only wearing leggings and socks as the other man was in his thin
tunic and leggings, his crossed legs brushing against the small of
Mace back with how close he was sitting close to him.

When those clever hand slid along his side and then forward to cup
his stomach with the warm body pressing against his back, Mace leaned
back with a quiet rumble. “Thank you.” He rumbled softly, smiling
when a bearded chin hooked itself onto his shoulder. “That was
exactly what I needed after having to deal with Yoda all day in the
chamber.”

Obi-Wan hummed at that, smiling before he pressed a soft kiss along
the others jaw “Good, I’m always grateful when I can give you
some absolution from your hard days.” He quietly murmured, too
aware of the headache only barely held at bay.

“Your presence is absolution enough for me.” Mace confessed
quietly, just settling to the scent and sensation of the other before
reaching out to skate mental fingers along the others barriers,
smiling when they instantly lowered to let their Forces mingle.

Slowly they let their breaths fall in sync.

“Can you stay the night?” Mace questioned quietly, resting one
broad hand over the freckled ones on his stomach, tracing the little
bumps with his fingertips.

“No, I’d love to, but Anakin will expect an early lesson.”
Obi-Wan regretfully murmured, pressing his face into the curve of
Mace neck and shoulder.

That only got a low, understanding hum from the Korun and Obi-Wan
smiled into the skin, thumb circling the others navel slowly.

“Tomorrow then?” Mace questioned, pressing just a tiny bit.

“I’ll send him off with Tru for tomorrow night. I’m sure he’ll
appreciate a moment to goof off.” The senior knight murmured
against dark, warm skin.

Taking a deep breath at that and slowly letting it go to feel how
Obi-Wan’s hands shifted over his stomach, Mace nodded and let the
silence once again fill his bedroom.

Their relationship, while unexpected, had been a Force blessing,
filling both lonely lives with much needed companionship and
understanding and though they occasionally clashed over a difference
in opinion, Mace wouldn’t trade Obi-Wan for the galaxy.

As smart as he was handsome and as witty as he was humorous, even if
it was a dry sort of humor. Mace could fully get behind that kind of
humor, especially coupled with the discipline and dutifulness Obi-Wan
always showcased.

Jedi first, lovers second, that was no question.

But what wonderful lover Mace had gained.