Grasping Obi-Wan firmly by the shoulder, Anakin pulled the older Jedi
towards their tent, waving the others away even as Obi-Wan spluttered
out a meaningless protest as he was pulled into private by the blond.

And then he shut up fully as the knight started to remove his armor,
tension seeming to drain from his shoulders. “Verbal consent
Obi-Wan, where are we?” Anakin murmured.

“Green.” Obi-Wan whispered, letting the other pull every piece of
armor from his body and place it on a spindly little table before
Anakin cupped Obi-Wan’s face, studying it for the fine tremors.

“Its been a hard battle, its been a hard damn week and you haven’t
given yourself one hour to even try to decompress.” He whispered
while stroking the others cheeks. “Haven’t let me close to get
you to calm down. So I need you to undress to your under tunics and
remove your leggings for me Obi-Wan, can you be good and do that for
me?”

Nodding into the hands, Obi-Wan let out a low sigh. “Y-Yes sir.”

Smiling faintly, Anakin stepped away and moved to the bags, pulling
out the meditation mat Obi-Wan favored. There was a time when Obi-Wan
calling him sir had felt utterly strange…now it was just routine.

He rolled it out on the floor and turned to Obi-Wan, smiling a bit
wider at what he saw.

Just Obi-Wan.

In soft inner leggings and shorts it was just Obi-Wan, not General
Kenobi who had gone away with every piece of armor removed from his
body, not Master Obi-Wan who had disappeared as he was left in only
soft tunic and shorts but Obi-Wan who needed…

Anakin sat down on the bed and patted his lap, waiting for Obi-Wan to
place his hands on them so the ginger could lever himself down on his
knees on the meditation mat. “Hands on your lap Obi-Wan.” The
blond murmured, watching him tuck his folded hands in his lap and
then settle his cheek on Anakin’s lap, breathing out heavily.

Stroking the others cheek, Anakin frowned when he felt the tenseness
of the jaw. “Obi-Wan, you need to be good and relax… are you
still with me?”

“Uhu, green.” Obi-Wan nodded into Anakin’s lap.

“Tell me where you are then.” Anakin sighed and stroked the
others hair when Obi-Wan flinched a bit.

“Hollen VI, the moon orbiting the planet in our tent with you.”
Obi-Wan whispered.

“Good, good.” Anakin praised and felt Obi-Wan breath out in
relief.

That was the thing Anakin had learned after the first year of the
war, Obi-Wan needed to be able to give over control to someone else,
having too much on his own.

Master, Council member, war general, senate liaison…

So many responsibilities, too many lives hanging on his words and too
much bloodshed as he stiffened to and became more and more withdrawn
until Anakin had managed to find what Obi-Wan needed.

Someone else to hold the reins if only for a while.

Anakin pressed his thumb against Obi-Wan’s bottom lip and smiled
when the other instantly opened his mouth while peering up at him as
Anakin pressed his thumb down on the slick muscle of the others
tongue.

A question was clear in those tired green eyes.

But Anakin just shook his head. “You’re gritting your teeth,
that’s all. Relax, I’m here with you.  In a while I’m gonna get
up and get you something to eat and drink but you need to relax
first, you eat better when you’re not tensing your jaw.” Anakin
murmured, running his mech hand through the matted and dirty ginger
hairs.

Giving a little noise of understanding, Obi-Wan closed his eyes and
just let himself relax, let things fade away as he let Anakin be the
one in charge.

Someone else in charge then him.