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 212^th 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…’

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 212^th 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…’