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Post-surgery, Anakin was once again in bed, drugs slow wearing off. But he was awake and more lucid than he'd been before, idly lacing his fingers with Obi-Wan's. And he could barely touch the Force and manipulate it, but he was content with the act of using it to brush through Obi-Wan's hair.

"It's a good thing I'm drugged... I'd be bored out of my mind otherwise... I'd be trying to get out of bed." His smile widened. "Or do things in bed."

He laughs at the smile widening around the idea of sex. "Instead you're inebriated out of your mind. Be good, be patient, and heal. I'll give you a blowjob once you have."

...He's exhausted, but he's also relieved.

The fact that he didn't physically respond to that was a testament to how drugged up he was. None the less, he was enjoying himself.

He pulled on Obi-Wan's hand.

"Come up here then and pin me down so I stop wiggling. And tell me what you've been doing while I was out of it."

"I don't think being directly on top of you at the moment is the best idea." He did get up though and move to sitting on the edge of Anakin's bed, turned so that he was facing Anakin. "But we can work something out." He reached for Anakin's wrists, gently, but also for the Force.

Yes, it was probably best for him if Obi-Wan wasn't directly on top of him, but that didn't mean he wasn't a little disappointed. His curiosity got him through it.

"What are you thinking?"

He smiled, slightly. "That I can pin you down and give you intimacy without being on top of you, if that is what you actually need right now."

Anakin liked the sound of intimacy. It didn't need to be sexual. He just missed Obi-Wan, he missed Obi-Wan responding to him.

"I need you close," he said, tugging on Obi-Wan hand that was hold him.

"And what do you need?"

Intimacy did not need to be sexual at all - at least not to be intimate, and given Anakin's current condition certainly would not be.

"I need you to be still; you just got out of surgery. I'm close and I'm staying close."

Anakin tugged on Obi-Wan again.

"I'd say I'll be still for you, but you probably need to help me... Lay down next to me." If he couldn't get Obi-Wan on top of him, next to him was the next best thing.

He stretched out on his side beside Anakin, slowly and carefully so he didn't jostle the bed, settled his hand on Anakin's chest and -

"I think I can do that."

-and then used the force to press against Anakin, even and gentle but solidly there.

It was the comfortable distance between restraint and surrender. The former was forced on him, the latter was a matter of consent.

He signed both physically, and in the Force, like he was melting into Obi-Wan. It was the perfect level of vulnerability and he hoped Obi-Wan realized it.

"I've missed you," he said, turning his face into Obi-Wan's hair. "Maybe I should get injured more often?"

The sigh and way Anakin just... relaxed into him in the Force and physically were really, really satisfying and made him smile a bit.

Until that last remark alarmed him, even if only mildly. "You should absolutely not get injured more often." Though - "I've missed you, too."

Words.

He really was learning words.

Anakin's smile reflected in the Force. "Okay," he conceded. "Maybe not... but how can I get you to do this to me more?"

And to say more words like that?

With the Fore, because his arms were nicely weighted down, he teased his thoughts through the hair at the nape of Obi-Wan's neck.

He made a contented sound at the contact to the back of his neck, but he also answered the question once he realized what the question was-

or rather the slightly greater implications.

"You ask and you make it clear that you're asking because you like it, rather than making it about me." It's gentle but - Doing this, for those reasons? Didn't create the feedback loop of guilt.

"As long as we still do stuff you want... every once in a while." Anakin wondered if it was residual Jedi programing or Obi-Wan's recent bout with the Dark Side that was fueling his reluctance to do things focused on him. Maybe it was both. Anakin didn't have to ask right now.

Instead, he let himself wonder about something different - he wondered if he could manipulate the Force to make the act of messing about with Obi-Wan's hair feel a bit like fingernails lightly dragging across Obi-Wan's scalp, like he would do if he had mobility of his hands.

He thought about how his hands moved when carding through Obi-Wan's hair and tried to transfer that into what he was doing with the Force.

A lot of it was Jedi programming, but it was still pretty complicated. He wanted to do this, but he was okay with wanting to do it because Anakin also wanted him to and benefited from it. It wasn't... something inherent about himself that he had to question, examine, and worry about his motives for or the morality of.

It was just taking care of Anakin and loving Anakin and that? That was okay (now).

He wasn't sure What Anakin was doing at first and looked (and was) pretty confused but once Anakin worked out how to do it right he made a soft, entirely happy sound and kissed Anakin's temple. "That's an impressive amount of fine control and feels wonderful; we are doing things I like. We're doing them right now."

"Necessity is the reason for invention," Anakin beamed back at Obi-Wan. With his arms being contained by Obi-Wan, Anakin really only had the Force left to manipulate.

If Obi-Wan liked this, he wondered if his clothes would be a hindrance. And the only way to find out was to try. He started trying to tease the man's skin right at his collar.

"What else do you like?"

He shivered a little at the phantom touch just under his collar. He also leaned in and kissed Anakin, slowly and softly.

Then pulled back, looked him in the eyes and smiled, gently.

"I like not having to think too much about what I like for the sake of liking it, right now, and instead focusing on what I like doing with you."

A different time and universe and he might have started singing let it go.

For that answer, Anakin grinned at Obi-Wan and imagined himself messing up Obi-Wan's hair with the Force.

But he grew serious for a moment (as serious as he could be on drugs and the high of feeling Obi-Wan happy next to him).

"Thank you for saving me." He would ask Obi-Wan later how he felt about killing Maul, for now, they could just be happy.

He made a soft sound that was one part refusal of the thank you and three parts love, then settled in to encourage Anakin to sleep.

Sleep and heal, whether in actual sleep or healing trance.

He stayed close while Anakin did that, stayed quiet, stayed... largely level, centered, and calm all the way back to Tatooine. It wasn't even work to do that, but once back on that dusty, sandy, hot or cold and nothing between the two, planet he relaxed a little more all the same.

"It really is starting to feel like home."

"Shhhh," Anakin said, coming up behind Obi-Wan - not a stealth hug by any means, Anakin was still moving quite slow for him these days - and wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan.

"Don't say scary things," he hummed in Obi-Wan's ear. But he was smiling, because really, for him, anywhere Obi-Wan was that's where home was for him. If it started to look like Obi-Wan was going to make Tatooine his permanent home, he'd beg Bail for help. But until then, he wouldn't argue too fiercely.

He leans back a little into Anakin's arms, though there's no weight all that gets transferred onto the younger man. It does, however, still enable him to look over his own shoulder and up a bit to look at Anakin.

"But it's always so quiet."

He knows all of Anakin's memories are bad ones, but it's just so... peaceful out here.

Anakin closed his eyes and let himself enjoy Obi-Wan enjoying the moment.

He laughed softly. Where, when all of this war-making was done, were they going to find a place that both fed Anakin's need for excitement and Obi-Wan's need for peace and quiet?

"Could go down to Mos Espa and watch a pod race. Then you can experience just how loud Tatooine can be."

He dropped one of his hands to Anakin's arm and pulled it a little more securely around himself.

"You could enter a pod race, before we go back. Then I could have a heart attack and we wouldn't have to worry about how quiet or loud it is."

He was teasing. He was....

Honestly so deeply content and at peace in this exact moment.

"You know how capable I am at flying, why would you have a heart attack?" Anakin gently teased.

He found that spot behind Obi-Wan's ears with his nose and then his mouth.

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