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Anakin hated that feeling. The painful stab in his stomach, the endless waves of discomfort, and how moody and needy he got during this time.
Obi-Wan must have noticed it by his bad mood that day. The fact that Anakin was frowning as if someone had told him the most infuriating thing when he returned that night was a giveaway too.
“What's wrong, darling?”
Anakin only groaned in frustration as another wave of pain struck him. He was standing in the middle of their kitchen section as he was going to grab a warm towel for his stomach.
“Oh dear, is it that time already?”
Anakin whined, “yes.”
Obi-Wan immediately walked up to him and gently pulled him into an embrace. “Why are you up? Come here, sweetheart”, he gently said as he guided Anakin to sit on the sofa. Anakin had told him once that he preferred sitting than lying down when he had cramps.
Anakin had been on contraceptives as any other Jedi but his body was unusually adaptive to the methods available to them, so it often didn't even work. And now Anakin has to suffer.
He whimpered when Obi-Wan moved away from him. Obi-Wan grabbed a heat bag in the bathroom and quickly made his way back to the living room, knowing Anakin didn't like being left alone when he was like this. He carefully placed the heat where Anakin showed him it hurt.
Anakin whimpered again and pulled on his Master's robes. Obi-Wan took the hint and sat beside his Padawan, who immediately climbed onto his lap. He buried his face in the crook of Obi-Wan's neck as the older man caressed his hair gently.
“It's alright, dear. I suppose you don't want to try meditation?”
Anakin groaned and shook his head. Meditation never helped him with his emotions, let alone physical issues.
Obi-Wan cooed and patted his back with his free hand, still caressing his hair.
“Why the fuck does my body have to be like this?! It's not fair!” He whined childishly.
“Shh I know dear one, but it will pass”
“But it's not! Can you do that thing again, Master?”
“Of course, my sweet Padawan”.
Obi-Wan had a way of transmitting comfort through their bond that always had Anakin feeling safe and protected. It didn't make the pain go away but it did help a lot by distracting from it to something softer.
“Mmm thank you, Master”
“Anytime”, Obi-Wan said as he pressed a peck to his head.
Anakin finally felt his scowl diminish. But it could get better. So Anakin leaned back to face Obi-Wan and with the softest look he could muster he asked. “Kiss, Master?”
Obi-Wan smiled softly. “Come here”, he whispered gently before pulling Anakin forward by his chin until their lips met.
It wasn't always that Anakin was rewarded with this. He always had to ask for it and it was embarrassing. But the pain of the moment didn't make him care as he relished the sweetest remedy one could have.
Anakin sighed peacefully into the kiss and Obi-Wan licked his lips open, guiding them into a wonderful distraction as Obi-Wan still emitted his love to embrace him through the Force. Anakin had always to be the one to start, but Obi-Wan was the one who never wanted to stop. When Obi-Wan deemed he was satisfied with Anakin’s mouth, Anakin rested his head back to Obi-Wan's shoulder.
“Can we get those desserts from Kaeli's for dinner tonight?” Anakin mumbled.
Obi-Wan couldn't help but chuckle warmly.
“Alright, dear.” He kissed his forehead. “But promise me you’ll try to eat something more substantial tomorrow?”
Anakin nodded excitedly, happy to be indulged. Obi-Wan was always softer to him when he was in pain.
“Thank you, Master,” Anakin smiled before stealing a kiss.
Obi-Wan hugged him tighter in response.
Anakin knew he could get through anything with his Master by his side.