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Being There

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death.

A/N: This is my first ever writing on here, so if it's bad, I wouldn't mind getting feedback. Hope you like it, I'll be writing more. I might make a Pt.2!

You were trying to meditate, trying to not think of anything that was going on. But it wasn't like you could just automatically shut out all of the thoughts running through your head. It wasn't like you could ignore the part of you that was longing to be revealed but would never be able to because it wasn't allowed.

"My Padawan, I sense you can't focus," Obi-Wan said, making your eyes open. He was sitting in front of you, meditating, with his eyes completely closed. She looked him up and down, from how perfectly his hair laid on his head, to how attractively his legs were crossed.

"I'm sorry Master, I guess I have a lot on my mind," you whispered, not trusting your voice to go any louder. One major thing that was on your mind, was that one of your close companions died on a recent mission. They were the only person you trusted the most, besides Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka.

They were the only person who knew how you felt for a certain Jedi, and they comforted you when you could no longer deny your feelings. They understood you in ways that were rare for anyone to understand, so it crushed you to learn that they died.

Obi-Wan opened his eyes, sensing the emotions and thoughts his Padawan was feeling. You were unaware, the thoughts keeping you stuck in your head. He sensed their grief, their despair, and their utter disbelief.

He understood though because that was how he felt when his master, Qui-Gon, died. He had heard the news and remembered how close the two of you were, and instantly wanted to seek you out. But when he turned to look for you, you were already out of the temple.

He knew where you were though because you told him how the place made you feel. The gardens were where you went to just relax, but it was also where you first met your friend. And you continued to meet there ever since, and it hurt his heart to see you sitting there, begging in the night sky for your friend to be there.

He had to bring you back inside, made a cup of tea, and sent you to your quarters. He watched as you entered your room, with an emotionless face, and he just couldn't handle seeing you like that. He went to his room and just sat there for a while. Many thoughts went through his head that night, some ones that the two of you would freak out over. But, he pushed it aside and went to bed.

"How about we end this session for today," Obi-Wan said, being gentle with his tone. You immediately looked up at him, your eyes wide. You shook your head frantically, trying to convey that this was the opposite of what you wanted to happen.

"Master, I want to do this. Please," you pleaded, your hands gripping your pants. You were slightly leaned forward, and your body was beginning to seem like it was caving in. But, Obi-Wan knew better.

You were starting to have dark circles under your eyes, and your moves were sluggish. You weren't sleeping, and everything you were feeling was starting to wear you down. You were more closed off, and it was starting to scare your friends.

"Y/n, you need to rest. You haven't been sleeping," Obi-Wan stressed, breaking his position. He took your hand, squeezing it. His face was twisted with concern, and his eyes were pleading for you to realize what you were doing to yourself.

"Please, don't make me stop," you muttered, your voice starting to break. Your eyes were starting to well up with tears, and you were trying to fight the sting of them. You tried to pull your hands from him, getting frantic when he wouldn't let go. Your breath was picking up in pace, and your other hand was moving to pull away from him.

He wouldn't let you, and he began to pull you into him. Being that he was a stronger man than you, while you were also very strong physically, it took him a second to pull you in. Your hands were pushing against his chest, trying to not give in to the comfort he was openly giving.

"Let go. It's okay, dear. Let go," he whispered, his lips pressing into your hair. One hand was running through your hair, while the other rubbed your back.

The tears were unstoppable, and sobs flowed like a river from your lips. You buried your face in his chest, gripping his robes. Every suppressed emotion you had come barreling to the surface, and you just had to let it out.

And the whole time, Obi-Wan was there. He would be there, forever and always.

Stretch Marks

CW: Pregnancy (post-partum), body image, foreplay and implied smut.

A/N: This is my first ever Tumblr post. Please be gentle.

Summary: Ben worships your stretch marks (contemporary AU Obi-wan)

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You sat on the edge of the bed in a tank top and underwear, staring at your closet in exasperation. Ben could feel your angst through the Force, so he came upstairs to check on you. "Why so glum, chum?" he asked in an annoyingly chipper voice.

After a quick glare, you responded with a pout. "None of my cute clothes fit anymore." You and Ben were invited out to a Halloween party downtown. You hadn't been "out" in the night scene in more than a year, and lots had changed since then. You were three months post-partum and your body was still adjusting to its new norm. Your mother happily volunteered to watch the twins to allow you and Ben some time away, so you didn't really have a good excuse to bow out. Shopping for clothes had been the furthest thing from your mind, so you rummaged through the closet while the babies napped.

"What about that black number with ruffled sleeves," he asked. It was one of his favorites.

"It's tight across my chest now," you huffed while he eyes flashed and a slight smirk appeared on his face for a fraction of a second. He held himself back from coming closer to cup your breasts in his hand, sensing that you probably weren't in any mood to be physical.

"Ah, yes, well - what about that sparkly, uh...oh, what do you call it? It's stretchy," as he gestured across his chest.

Trying not to laugh at his attempts to be helpful, you responded with a slight chortle, "the bandeau top? Maybe in a previous life, but not now." Probably not ever again. Your eyes dropped to the floor.

He stepped closer to where you were seated on the bed and gently pulled your chin up with his index finger. "What's going on behind those beautiful [y/c] eyes of yours?"

"I...I...don't want anyone looking at my stomach," you said. You got up to face the full length mirror, crossing your arms across your body as if giving yourself a hug. It was never going to look the same again. Thanks to your short stature and waist, your babies had nowhere to grow but out, stretching the skin over your abdomen and hips to near breaking point. You were now branded with reddish-pink scars running down the length of your bulging tummy and wider hips. So much for wearing those unforgiving pre-pregnancy jeans for a while.

Ben came up behind you and set his chin on your shoulder. He placed his hands on your hips, burying his lips into the crook of your neck and slowly inching his fingers under your shirt. "Even me? I'm not just anyone."

"Maybe you, if the lights are dimmed." Your hands stopped his from snaking under your clothes. You and he hadn't been intimate since the babies were born. Life as new parents (x2) had been exhausting, and you really hadn't felt up to it anyway.

Ben spun you around and leaned against the wall, one hand on each side of your head. His nose nuzzled yours for a second, then he stared into your eyes. Gah, those blue orbs were mesmerizing. "But I want to see you."

"Have you really taken a look at me since Ahna and Ashla were born?" You weren't sure how Ben could possibly look at you the same after seeing you in the delivery room spread eagle on the table, legs in stirrups, screaming like a banshee as each of the twins crowned. He had seen a lot in his lifetime, but you saw him grow pale after he snuck a peek, quickly regretting and resuming his focus on your white knuckles threatening to crush his hand. Nevermind all of the leaking afterward...eyes that constantly teared up from the hormonal rollercoaster ride, nipples that oozed with just a whimper from any baby, not just yours, and the war zone between your legs. And then mother nature threw in a period not too long after. You felt gross, and you're not sure how he could possibly think otherwise.

"You don't realize how utterly amazing you are," he sighed, taking your previous spot on the edge of the bed, motioning for you to come sit in his lap. You oblige and sit sideways, your legs perpendicular to his.

He wrapped one arm behind your back and rested the other in your lap, gently stroking your hands that nearly broke his three months prior. "You were breathtakingly beautiful before falling pregnant, but I now have so much more respect for what your body can do. You don't give it enough credit. This body was a vessel for the Force to materialize into not just one, but two new lives. I watched as your body adapted to make a home for our daughters - the very manifestations of our love for each other. It was miraculous. I was left in awe at your body's strength as you delivered them earthside. And this same body continues to nourish them. You were always my angel, Y/N, but now...now you're a glorious goddess in my eyes. A goddess who should be revered."

Ben stood you up, facing him. Once again, his hands started snaking up your shirt. You didn't stop him, so he continued until he pulled it off over your head. His face was at eye level with your tummy. You held your breath, resisting the urge to bring your arms over your abs to hide. Gently, he placed light kisses to the side of your belly button. His fingers traced the length of your stretch marks. Your breath hitched as you felt a familiar warmth spreading through the pit of your stomach and legs.

"Different isn't bad, Y/N. For example, these hips are much more fun to grab and will be great for guiding my thrusts," he playfully growled. Suddenly, Ben flipped you over, wearing a huge mischievous grin on his face. Your back was on the bed and your knees at his hips. He stood over you, looking you up and down. "My goddess." He leaned down to kiss at the bottom of your sternum. You couldn't help but moan lightly. His hands slipped under your back to unhook your bra. After fumbling a bit -- he was never great with bras -- he tossed it to the side. "And these," interrupted by a sultry lick to your right breast, "are a sculpted work of art."

He buried his face between your engorged breasts as you arch your back in response. You noticed how much more space they took up in his large hands. And then you realized...

"Karabast," you muttered.

"What is it, angel?" he asked with a puzzled tone. Then, as if on cue, you heard Ashla begin to fuss over the baby monitor. "Oh...." he said. His head hung down with disappointment, his forehead resting on your collarbone.

"Whelp, duty calls." You rolled to the side to stand up, leaving Ben laying on the bed. You walked into the next room and got the twins settled on the nursing pillow. They stared up at you, and you hoped they'd keep their father's blue eyes.

Ben soon appeared in the nursery doorway, arms crossed, head and shoulder leaning gently against the frame. The fiery playful lust in his eyes had morphed into a loving gleam as he took in the sight of his three loves. You saw an idea dawn on him, and then he stepped away.

You heard shuffling in your bedroom. Within a few minutes, Ben appeared in the nursery with a nursing tank top and black leggings. You raised an eyebrow in confusion mixed with curiosity. He stopped at the doorway and appeared to be distracted by a thought. He held up one finger (silently indicating "hold on") and went back to the bedroom. He returned with one of his green plaid flannel shirts and your black riding boots.

"Here, I think this will look cute on you. Maybe you could tie up the front of my shirt like that one time you paraded around the band hall in college, acting like a farm girl trying to get that trumpet player's attention," his mischievous grin returned.

"Ben Kenobi!" you exclaimed, feigning irritation while grinning, and then shushed yourself after Ahna startled. "I distinctly remember trying to get YOUR attention."

"Well, it worked. It was a good look on you. And now you're stuck with me," he smiled softly and rested his eyes on yours.

"Indeed I am. I can think of worse positions to be in." Ben turned around to go get himself dressed when you said, "Hey, speaking of positions, maybe we can excuse ourselves from the party a little early and finish that conversation we started before we pick up the girls from Mom."

"How can a mere mortal say no to his goddess?" His eyes sparkled with possibility.