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The grand windows offered a simply breathtaking view from Vader's estate to the planet outside. A beautiful landscape that Obi-Wan wasn't seeing, lost in thought as he was. The glass stretching to each side of him was reaching so far it almost tricked his mind into thinking he was standing outside. He brushed his palm over his swollen stomach. It was feeling heavier each day now.
Precious, he thought fondly as he looked inwards and felt the small pearl that had been steadily growing in the cradle of his body alongside his own Force Signature.
The puppy he was carrying was too small to meet their mother and father just yet but it was loved already.
There was another Signature impressing itself upon him. Obi-Wan blinked as another flesh hand layered itself over his own, gently pressing against the distended skin at the same time as a mechno palm cups the side of his neck. Lips mouthed over his gland.
When did Vader get back...?
The flesh hand slipped lower and splayed out its fingers beneath where his navel used to be.
"Omega," Vader breathed, a slight wheeze in his voice. His helmet was gone but he seemed unaccustomed to the air yet - he must've come to find him just after arriving at the landing dock.
Obi-Wan turned his head from the window to the side, eyes searching for the yellow-gold gaze. "Alpha." He pointedly replied though it lacked his usual snark.
Vader hummed. The flat of his tongue pressed against Obi-Wan's throat and he tipped his chin aside in submission right away. It came easy in these moments. Vader sucked in air like he could only breathe if Obi-Wan's scent was tinting it, making it bearable.
"Please," Vader whispered. His teeth ghosted over the unmarked skin and Obi-Wan swallowed.
The plea was not new. It had wormed its way into the Sith's vocabulary weeks ago, between heated kisses and messy sheets and their sweating bodies and the night covering them both. A plea, for there to be more than kisses and lovebites to adorn that neck.
Obi-Wan breathed through the tremor that stirred up butterflies in his stomach, somewhere pressed between the puppy and his lungs.
He'd denied Vader back then, and he hadn't gotten any closer to a decision wether or not he should allow it, now.
Deep down he knew he would not hold out forever.
The life that was growing within him, protected by the fiercest alpha in the known galaxy, and his love-hate for the Sith who fathered it had made their decision long ago.
"Please," Vader whispered against his skin again. It was a mindless repition without intention by now. "Please, please, please..."
He could feel his knees growing weaker. He wanted, knew it would only be right, and yet- Not yet. Not yet. The moment was not right.
He turned and had to step back a bit to allow enough room between himself and the alpha pressed to his side. Was just about to speak when the tiny puppy moved and kicked, and hit Obi-Wan's lungs from below.
He was bend forward and wheezing in an instant and clung to Vader, struggling to regain his breathing.
"Obi-Wan?" Vader asked and his hands clenched so tightly it almost hurt.
Obi-Wan shook his head and pressed a hand to his stomach. "Got my lungs."
Yellow-gold eyes dipped down to the perpetrator. The worry lines smoothed over.
The black cape spread behind the alpha when he knelt.
Two hands, flesh and mechno, cradled the heaviness of Obi-Wan's stomach. Lips pressed to it and Obi-Wan felt the puppy kick again, against where the mechno hand was resting. Vader looked up.
From under his lashes, eyes burning Obi-Wan alive. He swallowed at their heat. At how it made his body clench and slick beneath the soft slip dress he was wearing. Desire shone in Vader's eyes.
The puppy kicked again. Caught a soft spot within Obi-Wan and had him keel forward to brace himself on a shoulder of the alpha that was kneeling for him and their unborn child.
A bead of sweat ran down Obi-Wan's back.
The flesh hand left his swollen tummy and dipped between his legs, two fingers quick to swipe up the slick he'd leaked and bringing it to light briefly before those very fingers vanished behind lips that closed around them.
Vader moaned at his omega's taste.
And Obi-Wan couldn't help squeeze around nothing, spurred on by the intensity of the arousal both in the scent enveloping them and the Force.
Vader's soft golden eyes were slow to blink as he lifted to his feet and cupped Obi-Wan's cheek. Obi-Wan closed his eyes before their mouths could meet. Already there was a thigh between his legs that alleviated some of the weight, was bringing sweet relief from the burning want within him.
He was well-cared for, here. Within these walls and these arms.
He whined for his alpha. And his alpha answered.