𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

• immoral p2 •

warning: this series includes dark, uncomfortable themes intended for a mature audience. you may not approve of the actions of the characters, so proceed with caution.

   
  
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"Sometimes, Y/N, I think you have a death wish," Obi-Wan mutters from where he sits shirtless on the edge of your bed, his pecs glistening as the summer evening sunlight bounces off his bare skin.

"I'm a big girl," You tell him while applying blood-red lipstick in the mirror. Catching his gaze in the reflection, you shoot him a wink. "I can handle you, can't I?"

"Anakin is a different monster altogether," He warns you, looking you up and down. "You'll either end the night in his bed, or with a fork in your neck."

"Sounds like a typical Zhellday night on Coruscant," You joke with a mumble, before turning to face him. "He'll be here soon."

"Aren't you a little dressed up for a therapy session?" He asks you with a raised brow.

Smirking, you walk over and climb onto his lap with your legs on either side of him. "Are you jealous, Don Kenobi?"

A wicked smile grows on his lips as his hand grazes your hip. "Anakin's a charming young man."

"Who is my patient," You remind him, tilting your head. "Once again, I ask: are you jealous?"

"So what if I am?" He questions you. "Is it so bad that I'd like to keep you to myself?"

You snort, "Seeing as I have to share you with Nimra-"

His grip on your waist tightens and he pulls hard on your hair as you yelp, all lightheartedness dropping from his face. "Don't fucking talk about her."

Gently removing his fist from your hair, you hold back an eye roll. You hate when he gets all angry-mobster on you, but it comes with the package. And what a fine package it is. "Whatever. So what if I have something on the side?"

"Anakin isn't used to being on the side," Obi-Wan warns you. "He's spoilt. If he wants you, he'll have all of you. He'll take you from me."

Leaning forward, you place a quick kiss on the tip of his nose, leaving behind a red print. "Good thing I'm not attracted to wife killers."

A ship passes by your window and Obi-Wan nods towards it. "That's him."

You clamber off of his lap, straightening your above-the-knee summer dress and picking up your side bag.

"Remember to call me should things get out of hand," Obi-Wan tells you with a warning tone. "I'll be at the Remmin Bar downtown."

"Okay; I'll see you later," You say, giving him a short kiss.

"Why don't I come down with you?" He suggests, making your eyes roll. "Let Anakin know that you're off-limits."

"The only reason he's opening up to me is because he thinks he has a chance of sleeping with me," You inform him with a shrug. "If he finds out about you and I, all my effort goes down the drain."

After saying your goodbyes, you leave your house to see Anakin standing against the side of his ship. And, to no surprise, Mr. Stephonus is standing in his front yard, staring at you.

"Evening, Miss Y/L/N," He calls out with wide eyes. "You look beautiful."

You open your mouth to give him a polite reply, but a rough hand grabs your forearm before you can speak. Anakin drags you towards his ship, a grave look on his face. "Say a word to him, and I'll gut him right in front of you." He doesn't give you a chance to respond before he takes hold of the hem of your white dress, using his grip to pull you closer to him. "I thought I told you to wear red?"