Chapter IX: Tu boca
"The world has changed because you're made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history" Oscar Wilde
Saying that Anakin moved a lot while sleeping was an understatement. Anakin kicked, changed his position every five seconds, pushed and, basically, made it impossible for any other living being to sleep next to him. Obi-wan had woken up three times on the edge of the bed, having to hold himself with all his strength not to fall to the floor. Hugging Anakin made him stay still for some time until, inevitably, he started moving again. Finally, after hours of moving, he had installed himself with half of his body on top of Obi-wan's and had stopped moving.
One day and one night after (because they had gone to bed in the morning) Obi-wan opened his eyes to find himself cuddled against Anakin. Asleep, the younger one looked even innocent. Reticent, Obi- wan separated from Anakin's warm body and stood up and moved his sore limbs exaggeratedly, after all, he had been a bit less than twenty four hours sleeping with mister I'm irritating even when asleep.
After a quick shower he decided to prepare some fast breakfast and then go and see if Anakin was willing to get up. It had been organized a funeral in name of all the fallen in the battle and, after assisting, they had to talk to Gambola and try and plan an strategy.
When he was putting the pan on the fire, Obi-wan heard steps entering the kitchen.
"Good morning", whispered Anakin's sleepy voice followed by the sound of his body dropping on a chair. Obi-wan had noticed that Anakin never sat or lied, he simply dropped.
"Good morning", answered Obi-wan while turning around, "how are you feeling?"
"The room has stopped spinning", nodded Anakin slouching on the chair, "and my head doesn't hurt anymore… I'm still a bit cold, though", proving his point, he hugged himself. Obi-wan had to control himself not to run and hug him, "I hadn't slept so good in a while", whispered Anakin after a few seconds of silence with a shy half smile.
"I can't say the same", Obi-wan turned around to the fire with a fast movement, "do you want something special for breakfast?"
"Anything –why didn't you sleep well?"
"You move a lot… and you kick", nodded Obi-wan, "although I don't know why I should be surprised", Anakin made an infuriated sound and, crossing his arms on his chest, he stood up and walked to where Obi-wan was.
"You should be thankful", he nodded, convinced, "not everyday you can wake up next to someone like me", Obi-wan's eyes looked at Anakin's while his lips drew an unreadable smirk.
"No, you're right, I can't", and Anakin didn't knew why he didn't want that to be true.
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The funeral consisted on a common pyre that was made in the same battlefield and which counted with the presence of the few familiars and friends that survived. Kanti and Gambola were also there, making the act more solemn with a few words that had the purpose of lifting their morals. The speech was brief and good, but Anakin and Obi-wan had seen enough wars to know that good intentions would change nothing.
Once the ceremony was over, a lot of them stayed with their eyes fixated on the fire, while other left the place with a slow pace and drowned in silence. Obi-wan took his eyes to Anakin, whose eyes went slowly away from the fire, descending to his arms, and he started to say something but, suddenly, a yell made his view go down.
"Obi-wan!", hugging his leg and with a huge smile, little Davonee waited anxiously for some recognition sing. Obi-wan smiled his best smile and took the girl between his arms.
"Hello there", he said, "how are you?"
"We found mommy, you know? And they healed her and now she is ok but they told her not to get up and… and…", the little girl gestured exaggeratedly between Obi-wan's arms, making him smile. It wasn't something he liked to say, but Obi-wan really adored kids, "and I was with Thania too, she is very very very good and, you know? Kanti said mommy can stay as long as she wants in the palace and I can run and play because it's huge and… and–"
"How many words can she say by second?", Anakin's voice interrupted the girl, who offered him an offended look, "she's driving me nuts."
"She's just a little girl, Anakin", said Obi-wan while the little girl stick her tongue out at Anakin.
"Did you see that?", Anakin pointed an accusing finger at Davonee, "she stuck her tongue out."
"Although your mental age is pretty close to hers", Anakin moved the accusing finger towards Obi-wan, but before he could say a thing he was interrupted by a fourth voice.
"Cookie!", seconds after, Kanti was hanging from Anakin's arms while Obi-wan bit his lip not to laugh. It was just, come on, cookie, "how are you feeling?"
"Yes, how are you boy?", Gambola appeared after his sister, giving Anakin a friendly clap on the back, "I see the virus didn't take you down."
"Yes, thank you, I'm ok."
"I see Davonee found you, Obi-wan", said Kanti then pointing at the girl, who entertained herself playing with Obi-wan's hair, "she had been asking for you."
"Because I had to tell him that I had found mommy and that I am in the palace and that and that…", the little girl kept talking, but Anakin decided to take the irritating voice out of his head, just watching her move excitedly between Obi-wan's arms. Anakin didn't like kids, but Obi-wan seemed to enjoy the girl. It was disturbingly cute, "…and mommy is fine now", when Anakin came back to reality, the girl had finished her speech.
"By the way", said Gambola before Davonee started another diatribe, "we thought that perhaps you would prefer to stay in the palace with us. After all, there is no need for you to walk all the way every time you need something… specially now that we have so much to talk about."
"Well, that's not a bad idea", said Obi-wan, looking at Anakin.
"Yes, alright."
"Perfect!", exclaimed Kanti, "you better get installed, then you can start the official business… I guess you don't mind sharing a bed…", Kanti let her voice drawl slightly, making her affirmation a question.
"Of course not", hurried Anakin.
"That's questionable", Obi-wan got a set of raised eyebrows to his comment, "he kicks a lot."
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More than a room, the place they offered them was a small apartment, with a room, a bathroom and a cozy common room. Anakin smiled, approving the place and throwing himself instantly on the king sized bed covered in almost black green sheets.
"Do you have to do that?", asked Obi-wan starting to put his things in some drawers, "there's no need to mess the bed, it's perfectly done and–"
"Don't be uptight", half smiled Anakin looking to the ceiling, "it's comfortable", he nodded finally.
"Sometimes you act like a kid."
"Someone has to compensate your excess of maturity, Obi-wan", Anakin propped himself on his elbows, watching Obi-wan, who had sited on a big couch and started checking datapads with his eyes.
Anakin took his eyes away from Obi-wan and let himself fall onto the bed again, biting his lower lip containing a sigh. He had been all morning thinking about the fact that he owned Obi-wan a thank you, but he didn't feel too capable of giving it. What if Obi-wan took it as a weak gesture, what if he stopped considering him as an equal and started thinking of him as inferior? It wasn't probable, but Anakin had always had trouble saying I'm sorry or thank you, simply because they implied that he had depended on someone at some point.
With an audible sigh, he stood up and sited on the couch next to Obi- Wan, who was still focused on his datapads.
"We'll have to rewrite a few things", whispered Obi-wan all of a sudden, "and it won't do any good, anyway, because Batcha is not going to sign a pact... I would like to avoid a more aggressive approach. We'll have to see what Gambola thinks… and then there's Batcha's son, he should be in the meeting and–"
"Thank you."
"What?", Obi-wan's eyes separated from the datapad quickly, searching Anakin's honey colored ones. Anakin held the bluish look for a few seconds, standing up later and starting to pace in front of Obi-wan.
"I wanted to thank you, that's all", he whispered stopping in front of Obi-wan and shrugging, trying to make it meaningless. Obi-wan stood up, leaving the datapad on the couch.
"Why?", Anakin shrugged again.
"Because… because you helped me, because you didn't act like a bastard, because… because… you know why", Obi-wan nodded unconsciously, taking his hand to Anakin's face, who allowed his fingers to caress his cheek and descend slowly to his neck.
"You don't have to thank me", Anakin half closed his eyes, feeling Obi-wan's hot hand on his neck, whishing just to lean a little and…
"Still", he said before he started feeling incapable of controlling his own body, "thank you", Obi-wan swallowed hard, feeling Anakin's body closer than it was prudent.
"You're welcome…", Obi-wan whispered with his voice incomprehensibly hoarse. The tension in the room was palpable, but Obi-wan couldn't allow himself to fall again in the whirlwind of feeling that Anakin was, so he tried to find something that would break the silence, "… cookie."
"Cheap shot!", exclaimed Anakin trying to hide a smile behind a furious face, "I can't believe she called me cookie again."
"It's so sweet."
"Don't be cruel", Anakin pouted and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Oh, come on, cook–"
"If you call me cookie again I will… I will…"
"Yes, Anakin?"
"I will ruffle your hair!", Anakin pointed an accusing finger at Obi- wan, convinced that his threat would cause some doubt.
"Now I'm scared", said Obi-wan sarcastically.
"Oh, come on, you're always so composed and… you'll see", Anakin raised a hand to Obi-wan's hair, who crouched a little unconsciously, holding Anakin's wrist and trying to get away. Seeing his movement, Anakin's gloved hand found a place on Obi-wan's waist, getting him closer and, suddenly, everything stopped.
Obi-wan knew this couldn't be good, because having Anakin holding his waist, leaning slightly over him and breathing heavily over his face just couldn't be healthy. He took the arm that held Anakin's wrist down, making his grip softer but not letting it go.
Anakin, feeling the proximity to the other one's body, made an effort to take his hand away from Obi-wan's waist and cough a little, taking his look away from Obi-wan's.
"Well, I think that...", he coughed again, "I think that…", he tried to step away, but Obi-wan pulled from his wrist, keeping him close.
"No, don't go", Obi-wan let go of Anakin's wrist then, ascending his lips until they found Anakin's. He had tried to avoid this, but Anakin was basically irresistible.
Anakin thought about separating, he really did, but his body betrayed his thoughts by leaning on Obi-wan's lips, looking for more pressure. Obi-wan was the first to part his lips slightly, caressing Anakin's lower lip with his tongue, who bit it softly before allowing him entrance. Before they realized it hands were looking for places to hold, neck, hair, waist, while tongues battled warmly, going from mouth to mouth, biting slightly, sucking sometimes, sinking more and more in the desperation of a waited, needed, perfect kiss.
Reticent and because of lack of air, Anakin separated from Obi-wan's lips, leaning his forehead on Obi-wan's and keeping his eyes closed, not wanting to wake up in a reality in which kissing Obi-wan wasn't an everyday thing. Finally, allowing his eyelids to go up, he let his eyes get lost in Obi-wan's.
"I think that wasn't part of the plan", whispered Anakin with a husky voice, not daring to separate his arms from Obi-wan's shoulders.
"I think we stopped following the plan a long time ago, Anakin", nodded Obi-wan, who didn't seem ready to let go of his waist.
"And that's just wrong."
"Disturbing, even."
"Yes…", but as he whispered his affirmation, his lips searched Obi- wan's again, recognizing his mouth, wanting to mark it as his territory, caressing it with need.
Obi-wan took one hand to Anakin's neck, pressing him more against his mouth if that was possible, getting lost in the sensation of the lips he had wanted since the first time he had seen them.
Lost in each other, they didn't notice a third presence in the room.
"Oh, sorry!", Kanti's voice made them separate quickly, "I'm sorry…", she said again with a half smile that said she wasn't that sorry, "I just wanted to know if you needed something… my brother wanted to know if you were ready for the meeting, too."
"Er… yes, sure", Obi-wan coughed slightly to erase the hoarse tone of his voice, "we better… we better go."
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As any other meeting with the politicians of the place, this one was turning to be useless. Gambola had reunited his ministers, who wanted blood from the enemy and who looked hard at Jacob, who just hid behind Anakin as best as he could and said nothing.
Gambola, on his side, wasn't very willing to allow violence, conscious that his little army couldn't take another battle, much less the rest of the people. Obi-wan, of course, agreed with the most diplomatic option, and proposed that he and Anakin had a meeting with Batcha to look for a solution. Just this once, Anakin had to agree with him, because if Batcha signed a treaty and then went against it, they would have the right to arrest him.
Nevertheless, this reasoning seemed to get lost in the ministers and the leader who kept screaming their respective opinions at each other while Obi-wan rubbed his eyes desperately.
"Let's take a break, shall we?", whispered Obi-wan finally. This once, everyone agreed.
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"Those have been the most useless four hours of my life", said Obi- wan crossing his arms over his chest in a stubborn gesture, "we can't let them have a war."
"Maybe if we agree to take a battalion with us…", Anakin suggested, sitting next to Obi-wan in one of the couches of the waiting room everybody was in.
"And risk an involuntary offensive? Not a good idea", Obi-wan took his hand to his eyes, but Anakin stopped it, holding it between his.
"Relax, would you?", Anakin half smiled, and Obi-wan returned the gesture.
"Yes… we better start again.""Obi-wan, do you need me?", Obi-wan's eyes opened hugely suddenly, staring at Anakin's, "i–i–in the meeting I mean", Anakin coughed slightly, "I wanted to go see Thania."
"Yes, whatever you want… take Jacob with you, there's no need to put him through this torture."
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"Anakin, I'm happy to see you", Thania, sitting on a pompous bed, offered Anakin her best smile, who entered the room followed by Jacob, "is the meeting over?"
"Not yet", said Jacob while sitting on the edge of the bed, "it was turning out useless anyway."
"Oh, come on Jacob, don–"
"No, he is right", nodded Anakin, sitting on a chair close the bed, "the ministers want blood and they aren't thinking straight… I guess Obi-wan would talk them into something."
"He has a way with words", nodded Jacob and Anakin had to bite his tongue not to say that he was good with his mouth, generally.
"How are you, Thania?", he asked, leaving trivialities away to ask what he had come to ask.
"Better, thank you… better than I thought I could be when I woke up", Anakin offered her a sad smile and searched for her hands, but Jacob already had it between his, "I guess I should thank you for getting me out of there."
"You don't have to thank me… I'm glad you're ok."
"It's always nice to have people you love around you", Anakin watched Jacob press Thania's hand between his and, for a brief moment, their looks crossing. Beautiful.
"Well… I think I should go… I'll come and see you again."
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For a few hours, Anakin decided to investigate the palace, going back to his shared rooms when the night had fallen. When he got there, Obi-wan was already there, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking of his boots.
"Did you just arrive?", asked Anakin taking of his boots too and leaving his cloak carelessly on the floor. Obi-wan simply nodded, looking with annoyed eyes the tossed cloak but deciding not to say a thing.
"It's been hell", he said rubbing his tired eyes.
"Any conclusion?", asked Anakin while he got on the bed and behind Obi-wan. He put both hands on Obi-wan's neck, trying to get rid of the knots by massaging them.
"That we'll continue tomorrow", whispered Obi-wan leaning on Anakin's hands.
"You're tense."
"Why are you like this sometimes and sometimes… not so like this?", Anakin stopped the movement of his hands, but he didn't take them away from Obi-wan.
"As surprisingly eloquent as your question is, I think I don't know what you mean."
"Yes, you do", Obi-wan turned his face around, looking at Anakin who took his hands away from him and sited comfortably on the bed. Obi- wan turned around completely, searching for his answer in Anakin's eyes.
"I… you can't blame me for feeling resentment, fury, rage… but resentment specially."
"What do you want? An apology?"
"No, I don't need your apologies."
"What do you want, then?", Anakin raised his eyes, opening his mouth and regretting it later. He turned his face to the side and sighed, considering his answer.
"Nothing, Obi-wan, I don't want anything from you."
"Sure… of course."
They allowed silence to fill the room, until Obi-wan decided to stand up. Giving Anakin his back, he took off his upper clothing and started opening one side of the bed. Nodding, Anakin did the same and, seconds later, the light was turned off and they were both lying on the bed, back to back, not touching.
Anakin kept his eyes open, suspecting that Obi-wan was doing the same. Finally, he decided to talk.
"Why didn't you train me?", he whispered, knowing that Obi-wan was hearing.
"Because I was young and I wasn't ready", Obi-wan, unconsciously, held himself a little tighter, whishing he hadn't started this.
"Don't answer if you don't want to, but don't lie to me."
Obi-wan sighed silently, conscious that he was going mad, that he was allowing Anakin entrance to a forbidden territory, but incapable of stopping himself.
"Because I was scared... and jealous", when he finished his confession, he felt Anakin move in the bed and, seconds later, he felt his breath on the back of his head.
"Do you want an apology, Obi-wan?", Anakin's hand found Obi-wan's spine in the dark and started caressing slowly, up and down.
"No, Anakin."
"I thought so", Anakin put his other hand on Obi-wan's back, feeling him arch to the touch.
"You took off your glove."
"I'm sorry", Anakin took his robotic hand away quickly. He always forgot people didn't like the cold metal.
"No, it's ok… it's just cold", Obi-wan turned around slightly, lying on his back and finding the metallic hand with his own. He caressed Anakin arm slowly, feeling the flesh change to metal, until reaching his fingers and entwining them with his own, "you had never taken the glove off before."
"People don't like it", whispered Anakin, allowing Obi-wan to caress him, "my master used to say it was like a deformity and–"
"We don't have to talk about him, do we? It feels… strong and… unique", and kind of kinky actually, but it just wasn't the time to be thinking about that.
"I always liked it", Anakin's voice was a soft whisper, but Obi-wan was close enough to hear him. Anakin's real hand touched slightly Obi-wan's chest, going up, "where are you?", Obi-wan guided Anakin's hand to his face. Seconds later, Anakin's lips were on his.
Obi-wan kissed him back slowly, welcoming Anakin's weight on top of his. Anakin's robotic hand installed on his waist, going up and down his side slowly, while one of Obi-wan's hands buried in Anakin's hair and the other one went through his back softly.
Soon, the sheets started to feel awkward between the legs that wanted to entwine, between the bodies that looked for more contact. Kisses became quicker and desperate, breaths mixing inside mouths, moans getting lost in the other one's tongue.
The feeling that made them separate appeared when Obi-wan turned the situation around, getting on top of Anakin. A pop was heard when their mouths separated and their bodies stopped moving against the other. For the second time since they were on this planet, the Force send them a loud pang, letting them know something was wrong.
"Now?", whispered Anakin, annoyed. Obi-wan watched him slowly: reddened lips, uncombed hair falling on the pillow, agitated breathing and small sweat drops going down his neck. He whispered exaggeratedly and bit his lower lip, frustrated.
"Something wrong is happening, we better go."
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Tu boca - Cabas
Sabes que hace tiempo
me la paso vagabundeando
sin saber que estoy probando
y delirando con tu boca,
tu boca, tu boca, tu boca.
Y cuando al fin te veo
siento como tu cuerpo
sigue tan mojado
y mis labios están tan secos
tu boca, tu boca, tu boca.
Porque tu beso es solo eso
que me quita este peso
de no sentir eso que me da tu boca,
tu boca, tu boca, tu boca.
Y cuando al fin te tengo
procuro moverme lento
porque no tocarte
no sería más que un tormento
tu boca, tu boca, tu boca.
Y tienes el descaro
de dejarme aquí sentado
tan acalorado y tan acalorado
porque tu beso es solo eso
que me quita este peso
de no sentir eso que me da tu boca,
tu boca, tu boca, tu boca,
porque tu beso es solo eso
que me quita este peso
de no sentir eso que me da tu boca.
Porque tu beso es solo eso
que me quita este peso
de no sentir eso que me da tu boca,
tu boca,
porque tu beso es solo eso
que me quita este peso
de no sentir eso que me da tu boca.
Tu boca está loca,
préstame tu boca,
tu boca está loca,
préstame tu boca,
tu boca está loca,
préstame tu boca,
tu boca está loca,
préstame tu boca,
tu loca boca.