Magnetic Force

Chapter 19

'Trust in your friends and they'll have reason to trust in you'

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I awoke in the night from a peaceful dream. It had been three weeks since I dreamt of Anakin and Obi-Wan locked in combat, the memory of Anakin's fall to the dark side still haunting me. I pushed those thoughts far back into my subconscious and kept them to myself.

Turning to see Anakin sleeping peacefully beside me, I gently brushed his hair aside. He shifted in his sleep, his strong arm and leg holding me close.

"Who's contacting me?" He mumbled drowsily, his voice laced with sleep, as I reached for his wrist to check.

"It's Obi-Wan," I replied, my tone more serious.

"Obi-Wan can wait," Anakin murmured, pulling me closer, eliciting a soft giggle from me. My heart fluttered in the darkness as he kissed me, his body pressing against mine. A low, delighted groan escaped my lips as I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him even closer.

"You're," he said between kisses, his lips trailing a fiery path along my skin, "without," kiss, "a," kiss, "doubt," kiss, "the best," kiss, "woman I've," kiss, "ever laid," another passionate kiss, "my eyes on." I couldn't help but giggle, my fingers tracing the contours of his muscular back.

Anakin's intense gaze met mine, a silent understanding passing between us. I nodded, confirming our unspoken connection.

As he began to undress me, the comms beeped once more, Obi-Wan growing increasingly impatient.

Anakin groaned in frustration, and I couldn't help but laugh, urging him to answer the call. "It might be important," I reminded him.

"I'd much rather be here with you," he said, leaning down for one last lingering kiss. My fingers gripped his curly hair as we parted. Reluctantly, he got up and started to dress, his eyes still locked on mine.

With a heavy sigh, he gave me one more longing kiss, promising to return as he left the room.
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As the minutes ticked by after Anakin had left, a sense of anticipation filled the air. I received a comms message from Obi-Wan, prompting me to quickly don my Jedi robes and secure my lightsaber on my belt. The main control room beckoned, and I made my way there with purpose.

Upon my arrival, Anakin and Ahsoka were already gathered at the table alongside Rex and R2. Obi-Wan appeared on a holographic message at the center of the room, wearing a warm smile that hinted at the rarity of our moments to catch up amidst the ever-escalating Clone Wars. Our relationship, complicated by the revelation of our true connection as father and daughter, cast a veil of awkwardness upon our interactions.

"Among our most recent losses was the battlegroup at Fallen," Obi-Wan began, his smile warming my heart despite the distance that had grown between us. "The Separatist fleet commanded by General Grievous is headed your way," he explained, drawing my attention to the gravity of the situation.

"General Grievous has been growing overly confident in his attacks, Master," I said to Obi-Wan, trying to maintain the facade of a professional Jedi while keeping our personal relationship hidden from prying eyes. My mind wandered, reflecting on the complexity of my newfound loyalty, split between two different men for entirely different reasons. Before I had met Anakin, I had been the embodiment of unwavering loyalty to the Jedi code.

"I agree with you, Amara," Obi-Wan nodded. "You're heavily outnumbered; I advise retreat," he suggested, his frown revealing his concern. It wasn't in Anakin's or my nature to back down from a fight.