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Anakin smoothed down the frills of his apron, looking at the elevator door expectantly. He ran one hand through his curly hair, smoothing it back away from his face for just a moment before it sprang back into place. The sun was setting over Coruscant, which meant that Obi-Wan would be home from work soon, to give Anakin all the kisses and cuddles he couldn’t get when Obi-Wan was away making sure he could pay for their highrise Coruscanti apartment.
The elevator door opened with a soft pneumatic hiss, and Anakin’s sugar daddy was there, standing in the middle it all. He was dressed in a crisp suit, with a briefcase held at his side. His hair was almost perfect, except for a few strands of hair falling over his forehead. His smile was exceedingly tired, his beard barely moving from how his lips stretched.
Anakin sprang into action immediately, trotting forward and looking at his lover with adoring eyes. “Welcome home, Obi-Wan. I made dinner—oh!”
Obi-Wan had taken two small, slow steps into the apartment. He didn’t look at the beautifully clean foyer that Anakin had cleaned with help from the mouse droids he’d built—just at Anakin, looking at him like Anakin was the only thing tethering him to the galaxy.
And then, in a puff of cream-colored fur, he turned into a rabbit. That was what had caused Anakin to exclaim oh.
The briefcase clattered to the ground, bouncing threateningly close to Obi-Wan’s little bunny body, and with a yelp Anakin darted forward to scoop up his lover. He elbowed the briefcase out of the way—whatever was inside it was not nearly so important as Obi-Wan—and then cradled Obi-Wan to his chest, kneeling on the ground. He took in a deep breath, then let it out. Obi-Wan was fine.
Obi-Wan was… unique, in a sense. He was from the planet Stewjon, which had a variety of human-adjacent species—including animal shifters. Obi-Wan was a rabbit shifter, which meant that in times of stress or great emotional upset, he reverted into his more primal form until he felt better.
Anakin knew that he should have felt awful—his poor lover, pushed emotionally to the brink so much that he couldn’t control what physical shape he took—but he couldn’t help but find Obi-Wan’s bunny form extremely cute. He pet over Obi-Wan’s fuzzy little head with just a couple of fingers, making sure to cover the entirety of Obi-Wan’s long, floppy ears before he returned to Obi-Wan’s forehead to pet him again.
“Oh, Benny,” Anakin cooed, his heart squeezing at the sight of Obi-Wan’s nose twitching. “What happened today? It must have been awful.”
Anakin stood up again, careful of his precious bundle he carried. He crossed the foyer and into the living room, sitting on the couch. There was a massive window that made up an entire wall of the room—and Obi-Wan had taken him up against the transparisteel there before—but Anakin didn’t even care to look at the fabulous view of the ecumenopolis below. He was too focused on his lover.
When Anakin was fully seated, he settled Obi-Wan on his lap instead for somewhere more comfortable. Obi-Wan didn’t even try to leave for elsewhere—the first time this had happened, Anakin remembered how frightened Obi-Wan had been; apparently, he had been afraid that Anakin would no longer see him as a partner after seeing him as a rabbit—he just settled with his nose pointed toward the window and submitted himself to Anakin’s affections.
Anakin tried not to be too invasive, but Obi-Wan was just too adorable like this. Anakin couldn’t help but pet his fluffy little haunches, so muscular underneath all the fur, and gently run one finger against his cottonball tail. Obi-Wan thumped him gently, so Anakin apologized with a quick, “Sorry, Benny!” and continued to pet in more approved areas. He pet Obi-Wan over his back, enjoying the softness underneath his fingertips. Obi-Wan’s hair when he was human-shaped was soft too, but it just wasn’t the same. Anakin played gently with Obi-Wan’s ears, petting them one in each hand, rubbing his thumbs in soothing circles over the thin skin.
“Are you hungry?” Anakin asked. “I can get you whatever you want.”
Obi-Wan—slowly, almost reluctantly—hopped himself off Anakin’s lap and onto the couch, a deliberate sign. Anakin bent over and pressed his lips to the top of Obi-Wan’s cream-colored head, then stood up.
“Alright, wait here then,” he said.
When Obi-Wan was a rabbit, he didn’t like complex foods, but neither did he want hay or alfalfa. Anakin had learned this through long conversations in which Obi-Wan tried not to give out any information that he deemed ‘embarrassing’ and Anakin tried to get him to say things that were actually important. Several minutes later, Anakin brought back a small platter of vegetables, fastidiously chopped into pieces that Obi-Wan could eat easily. Anakin had gotten good at estimating the size perfectly, little matchstick-sized pieces of peeled root vegetables and thin strips of leafy greens. He’d even arranged them in a pleasing pattern on the plate—the shape was reminiscent of a heart.
Anakin sat back down on the couch, and set the plate next to him, closer to Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan took a small hop to come closer to the veggies, then sniffed at them, his nose and whiskers twitching as he did. He looked up with his soft blue eyes at Anakin as if in thanks before beginning to eat.
Even as a rabbit, Obi-Wan was a neat eater. He delicately picked up one of the vegetable strips at a time, then munched it down, the whole thing disappearing in slow increments as Obi-Wan chewed. His jaw moved in tiny circular movements, and Anakin watched him eat all of Anakin’s hard work with a fond little smile.
He smoothed down the frills of his apron once again, but only as habit. There would be no roleplaying that Anakin was Obi-Wan’s lascivious little maid tonight.
And honestly, Anakin wouldn’t have it any other way. He loved when he got to care for his sugar daddy the same way Obi-Wan was always taking care of him—it made him feel closer to Obi-Wan, like they were partners instead of just having a transaction-based arrangement. It made him feel like they would maybe have forever, like Obi-Wan had implied on a few occasions but never outright stated.
It made Anakin so very happy, to be able to genuinely take care of Obi-Wan when he was so stressed.
Tomorrow, Obi-Wan could go back to spoiling him rotten with gifts and kissing him senseless in their bed. But tonight, it was Anakin’s turn to spoil Obi-Wan, and Anakin was just as devoted to making his sugar daddy happy as the other way around.
Anakin leaned down and kissed Obi-Wan on the forehead once more, and Obi-Wan’s nose twitched in response. He flopped over on his side on the couch, exposing his belly and showcasing how happy he was despite the stress that had put him in this position.
Anakin’s heart squeezed with how adorable he was, and how much he loved his lover. He really was the luckiest man on Coruscant, no doubts about it.