endless forms most beautiful

[only_hope]

Obi-Wan was not the sort of man to shirk from something he was frightened of but this latest development was vexing and troubling to him. Upon encountering the door that, apparently, changed his gender he had tried on several occasions (under a cloak, mind) to change it back. His new form wasn't exactly displeasing in any way but it wasn't his and therefore it was a problem that had to be addressed.

Or, barring that, one to drown in alcohol until he was so drunk that he could forget about it. Since the former hadn't worked and he didn't have enough access to scientific equipment to work on changing his current nature, alcohol was simply going to have to numb his brain until he could find the strength to face his current situation.

He guessed the one saving grace of Jedi garb was the fact that it was intentionally gender neutral. Aside from size, his robes and tunics were exactly the same as those that would have been provided to a female knight and he felt like he would simply dress in them until the situation corrected itself; Obi-Wan was not keen on the idea of having to seek out a dress to wear while temporarily in possession of breasts.

He tried to think about how Qui-Gon would approach this situation through the living Force but everything was coming up blank. "Qui-Gon probably would have laughed and found someone to spend the day with," he muttered, staring at his woefully-empty glass. He lifted it to get the bartender to pour him another and pulled his cloak around him a little tighter, hoping to avoid notice.

Obi-Wan wasn't entirely sure that this was the most productive course of action.

Comments

[theprodigaldoctor]

"You know I go both ways, clearly," Chase murmurs, giving him (or her?) a fond smile even as he buries that smile into a kiss to avoid allowing himself to look a little too fond. He slides in a little closer to Obi-Wan and groans when it feels like bliss as he slides into that warm, inviting heat, letting out a mild sob for the pleasure of it all.

"God," he gets out, blasphemously and not minding a bit.

[only_hope]

"Clearly," Obi-Wan murmured back, digging his nails into Chase's back a little. He could tell he was close even if it was different from this side of things.

"C'mon, then. Come for me?"

[theprodigaldoctor]

The order combined with where he is and how he feels is enough to get him to fall over the edge, letting out a splintered and broken cry, burying his face into her throat because it's about all he can find the energy to do right now.

Breathlessly, he lets out a soft sound like a whimper, still rocking his hips forward.

[only_hope]

Obi-Wan stretched beneath him, letting out an utterly satisfied little sound. It felt good and it's the best he's felt in bed with anyone in a long time. Novel, yes, but also very sweet.

"Stay for a little while?"

[theprodigaldoctor]

Chase doesn't need to be convinced. He wraps his arms around Obi-Wan's waist and buries his sweaty forehead into her neck, nodding and scrambling to get the blankets to cover the both of them. "Don't think I'm going anywhere for a while," he promises, fighting back his yawn as he gets comfortable, not meaning to shift out for a little.