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Admittedly, this holiday makes even less sense to Obi-Wan than the others that have been explained to him thus far in Darrow. At least birthdays and Christmas and New Year's Eve have significance in terms of family and the turning over of a new leaf, so to speak, while Valentine's Day seems to be a day based solely in capitalism and commercialism.

He can't even begin to comprehend the winged babies who carry a bow and arrow he's seen depicted in a good number of decorations across the city.

His lack of understanding hasn't prevented him from buying Klaus a box of dark chocolate covered strawberries from a candy shop and bakery near his apartment. Earlier in the day he had stopped there, staring at the treats through the window, then he had gone inside on a whim, knowing Klaus would like them regardless of whether or not they had anything to do with the day itself.

What he's most interested in at this point is the meteor. He's heard a bit of gossip regarding it and it seems that a select group of people believe it's going to hit Darrow and obliterate everything, which Obi-Wan finds extremely unlikely. The chances of an impact event large enough to wipe out life are extremely low, though he supposes it isn't impossible. In either case, he sees little reason to worry. He's doubtful it will happen and if it does, there's nothing to be done about it at this late stage.

However, any sort of meteor may eventually be visible in the night sky and so it's with this plan in mind that he walks to the Hargreeves house, the box of chocolates held in his hands. Klaus had assured him the roof of the house would be the best place to watch him and he can't disagree. The roof of his own building was already filled with people when he set out half an hour earlier.

When he gets close, he sends Klaus a text message to let him know he's near, then heads for the front door to politely knock.

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"Stars, Klaus, yes," Obi-Wan breathes, using the strength of his arm to help, to move together with him. The press of Klaus's teeth against his shoulder makes him moan and he knows he's meant to be keeping his voice down and he's trying, he truly is, but he feels things with Klaus he hasn't felt in such a very long time.

This is much more hurried than earlier, almost rushed, and yet that makes it feel even better, too. Like they can't stop, they can't help but want each other, and Obi-Wan wonders if there had ever been a chance this wasn't going to happen. If some turn of events on one of their first nights together might have changed the outcome.

If so, he's so deeply grateful it didn't happen. Because this is wonderful and important and he will do whatever he want to make Klaus feel just how wonderful and important for as long as he wants Obi-Wan.

"I love you," he breathes, feeling the way Klaus's muscles tense around him as he comes. "Oh, kriff, Klaus, you feel so incredible and I- I love you, I-" His words catch, his breath catches as he buries himself in Klaus, coming with a low moan.

"Shh, shh, I know," Klaus whispers with a fond laugh, catching Obi-Wan's face with a hand on his cheek and pressing their mouths together, smiling against Obi's lips to try and keep him quiet. Obi's cock pulses inside of him, emptying into him, and Klaus lets out a pleased him, biting softly at Obi's bottom lip before pulling back to look at him.

He feels sated and nearly giddy, and he presses Obi-Wan back by the shoulders until he's flat against the bed again. Klaus follows after him, keeping Obi-Wan inside of his body as he settles on top of him, threading his fingers through Obi-Wan's and lifting their joined hands to pin them against the bed above Obi-Wan's head.

"You're quite loud," he teases in a stage whisper, chuckling as he presses soft, fond kisses all over Obi-Wan's face, biting playfully at the tip of his nose.

"I am not," Obi-Wan protests, although he suspects he may have been, if only for a moment. If anyone is to blame, however, it's most certainly Klaus, for being incredible and wonderful, for feeling as good as he does. For having caused Obi-Wan to fall in love with him in the first place.

His arms stretch overhead when Klaus threads their fingers and he laughs softly at the scrape of teeth on his nose, wrinkling it slightly under the pressure. The way they're lying now, he can feel the warmth of where Klaus has come between them, his own cock still pressed inside of Klaus's body, the two of them still connected, still wrapped up in one another.

He turns his head to kiss Klaus properly, his lips soft, his breathing slowly returning to normal, his hands tightening on Klaus's where they lay above his head. He kisses him slowly, thoroughly, then whispers, "I love you," against his mouth.

When their mouths meet again, Klaus lets go of one of Obi's hands to touch his face instead, carding his fingers through the soft hair at Obi's temple. Klaus shivers pleasantly at that soft utterance, pressing his smile to Obi-Wan's mouth.

"I know you do," he whispers back. It's important that Obi-Wan hears that too, he thinks. Sometimes it seems unreal to him, like more than he ever could have dreamed of. Sometimes he doesn't know why, but he believes Obi-Wan when he says that he loves Klaus. He doesn't doubt it for a second. Not only tells he tell Klaus, but he shows him every day.

"I love you too, Obi-Wan Kenobi," he says with a grin, because saying his name never gets old. "I love you, and this cute little beauty mark," he adds, pressing his lips to the dark spot on his cheekbone. "And this very impressive beard."

"Oh, I'm glad you like it," Obi-Wan answers with a laugh, pressing his cheek into Klaus's palm. Though they've just had sex and Obi-Wan knows the day in particular is meant to celebrate romance, he's learned by now that Klaus doesn't mind when he speaks of Satine. Being able to speak of her so freely is actually a wonderful thing, something he'd had no idea he needed the way he does.

Like so much of what he's experienced with Klaus, it's wonderfully freeing.

"Satine hated it," he admits, grinning. "She said she didn't like that it covered my handsome face. And those were her exact words, I would never presume to call myself handsome."

He's aware of how he looks, that people do appreciate it, but it had never been something he had considered for long. It had never really mattered terribly much and it still doesn't. Klaus's opinion is the only one he truly cares about at all.

"Hm, well. Maybe she had a point," Klaus teases, smiling at Obi-Wan as he reaches up to give his beard a playful tug. It truly doesn't bother Klaus to have Satine mentioned, even here in this intimate moment, because she is a part of Obi-Wan. Klaus cannot truly love him without accepting her place in his heart.

"Because of course you're very handsome, and now you're telling me that there is even more handsome underneath all of this?" He traces his fingertip along Obi's bottom lip, and then twists one end of his mustache. "More cute moles? Now I am curious and I want to see all of your face."

He does think that he'd like to see all of Obi-Wan's face, and that he would like good with stubble (because he looks good always), but he would never ask Obi-Wan to change how he looks for Klaus. It wouldn't even occur to him. He's just teasing.

"If I shave entirely, I look like a child," Klaus says with a laugh, rubbing his chin against Obi-Wan's shoulder. "I'm not just shaving off hair, but a whole decade."

"Oh, well, that I would like to see," Obi-Wan says, smiling as Klaus rubs his chin on his shoulder. "You can't simply tease something like that and then not follow through."

He doesn't expect it at all, would never want Klaus to change anything about himself just because Obi-Wan wanted to see something. He would also never presume to expect Klaus would keep himself looking a certain way because Obi-Wan does like it. No matter how many he enjoys Klaus's long hair, for example, he knows he would like him just as much as he woke up tomorrow and decided to cut if off.

Because it's Klaus he likes. Beautiful, brilliant Klaus.

"I'm not even sure why I grew it," he admits. "Qui-Gon had a beard and after he died and I became a Jedi Knight and was able to cut my Padawan braid, I also started to grow a beard and then just never went back."

"Tit for tat, master," Klaus teases, though he wouldn't mind. He can't even really grow a beard, not like Obi-Wan, but his own goatee would grow back fast enough. Maybe he'll shave one of these days and surprise him. Maybe he can pair the look with another set of stockings.

He's planning an entire sexy evening in his head when Obi-Wan says something that snaps his attention back to the present, and he presses his hand into the mattress so he can prop himself up over Obi-Wan and quirk a brow.

"Padawan braid," he says with a skeptical look. "Explain."

"No," Obi-Wan answers, laughing. "You'll judge me."

He doesn't really mind, though, because while he understands there is a certain lack of aesthetic appeal to the Padawan braid, it is still a rather sacred physical representation of the Padawan and their ranking within the Jedi order. Obi-Wan was proud to wear his, prouder still to be able to cut it off once he had reached the rank of Jedi Knight.

"When Jedi are taken on as a Padawan by their Master, they grow a braid," he explains, still smiling. "It doesn't need to be all their hair, just a small portion worn on the right side, but it must be grown until they pass the trials and become a Jedi Knight, at which point it is shorn off. In the case of Jedi who can't grow hair, there are alternatives, beads that are added to each year they're a Padawan."

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"You're telling me that I fell in love with someone who had a rat tail?" Klaus laughs, but it turns into a fond smile. Rat tail or not, it was obviously something very special to Obi-Wan. "I won't judge you, but I will make my strong preference for your current hairstyle known."

Smiling, he runs his fingers through Obi-Wan's hair, messing it up as he leans in for another kiss. He stretches out his legs as best he can with Obi-Wan still inside of him, slowly softening. Klaus isn't prepared to move, not just yet.

"Does this mean you know how to braid?" Klaus makes a show of tossing his hair over one shoulder and batting his eyelashes. "If you ever feel like practicing, I know where you can find some very beautiful hair."

"I considered that, but it seemed a little too familiar, offering to braid your sisters' hair," Obi-Wan answers, failing rather spectacularly at keeping a straight face as he speaks. He lifts his head enough to press a kiss to Klaus's temple, then falls back against the bed once more and pushes his fingers into Klaus's curls.

He does have beautiful hair. Obi-Wan loves to hold onto it, run his fingers through it, feel it against his skin. He loves when Klaus has it loose, falling over his shoulders, and he loves when he pulls it back, showcasing his beautiful bone structure.

Obi-Wan supposes he might as well just admit he loves everything about Klaus.

"I could braid your hair," he agrees. "Although I'm not sure what a braid would do to your curls."

"Mm, you touch Allison's hair, you get smacked," Klaus says with a laugh. "I learned that the hard way. Many times. She knows how to cut hair, though. If you ever need a trim."

Obi's fingers slide into his hair and Klaus lets out a pleased hum, tipping his head into Obi's gentle hand. The way that Obi-Wan looks at him sometimes makes Klaus feel overwhelmed with warmth and affection, cheeks flushing as he leans in for another soft kiss.

"I'm not sure either. But I am sure that it would feel good," Klaus says with a grin, kissing Obi-Wan again as he eases himself forward, letting Obi's cock slip out of him so he can lay at Obi-Wan's side more comfortably. A trickle of fluid leaks out of him and Klaus blushes, biting his lip as he snuggles up against Obi-Wan. "But you always make me feel good."

Obi-Wan makes a soft humming noise, the muscles of his thighs tensing briefly as Klaus shifts and he slips out of him. It is so terribly intimate and even the loss of the tight heat of Klaus's body around him makes Obi-Wan feel deeply warm and content, the knowledge of what had come before shivering through him as almost a physical sensation.

"I do my very best," he answers, turning onto his side so he can face Klaus. He reaches across the minimal space between them and brushes the pad of his thumb against Klaus's lower lip, then the facial hair just below his lip, down toward his chin. His thumb glides under Klaus's jaw, over the throat, just touching. Just because he can.

"Sit up, then," he encourages after a moment, leaning forward to press a firm kiss against Klaus's mouth. He sits up himself, moving back against the headboard, spreading his thighs to Klaus can sit between them. "Back to me. Come on."

Klaus has always thrived on attention, but what he gets from Obi-Wan is something entirely different. It's attention, yes, but it isn't what he's used to. It's something soft and intimate, something precious, and Klaus feels like he can never get enough of it, not ever.

Obi-Wan can keep touching him as long as he wants, because after tonight, he knows more than ever that he isn't giving this up. He would fight for this, if he had to. He'd do whatever it took to keep this.

"What?" He asks with a laugh, watching as Obi-Wan pulls away from him and situates himself against the headboard. "Right now?"

The image of Obi-Wan sitting naked against the headboard, thighs spread enticingly, is undeniably sexy, but Klaus isn't a kid anymore. He's going to need some rest before he can get it up again, so he pushes himself up onto all fours to crawl over to him, leaning in to nip at the beauty mark at the inside of his thigh before twisting around to sit between his legs. Before he settles, he leans over to grab the brush from his nightstand and set it on Obi-Wan's thigh before wriggling excitedly. "I'm all yours."

For a moment, before he picks up the brush, Obi-Wan slips both his arms around Klaus from behind and then presses his lips to his shoulder, holding him there for a moment. With Satine, he had so few moments like this. Their relationship had been hidden, secretive, not because either of them were ashamed but because of the consequences that would have come had they committed to it fully. He wishes he had spent more time with her like this, relishing the beauty of the quiet.

So he does, pressing his cheek to Klaus's shoulder, his eyes closed as he exhales once, long and slow. Then he kisses Klaus's warm skin again and picks up the brush from his thigh, beginning to run it gently through Klaus's hair.

"Why not right now?" he asks in a warm voice, combing his fingers through Klaus's hair after the brush. "I'm not as young as I used to be and you've worn me out utterly this evening. I might as well do something nice that doesn't involve my penis."

When Obi-Wan's arms go around him, Klaus puts his own arms on top of them and smiles, tipping his head as Obi rests against him. It's a perfect moment, and Klaus lets out a content hum, rocking them back and forth a little until Obi pulls away.

"Penis," Klaus repeats with a happy giggle, because Obi-Wan is adorable. "You're right. I'll give your penis and your anus a break for awhile. Maybe even your testicles, too."

Obi-Wan is gentle even when it comes to brushing Klaus's hair, carefully working out tangles before running the bristles through. He reaches over to grab the champagne from the nightstand and takes a long sip before handing it back over his shoulder for Obi-Wan to take. "We'll have to see how you do. Maybe you can do my hair next time I feel like dressing up."

Obi-Wan can tell Klaus is teasing him and as he brushes his hair, he laughs. "Well, what would you have me call body parts?"

There are slang words and he's well aware of them all, but they often sound so unrefined. Not when Klaus says them, he makes them sound salacious in a wonderfully delicious way, but Obi-Wan can't imagine himself using the word cock without sounding absolutely ludicrous. As a Jedi, they hadn't exactly focused on anatomy, but there had been lessons based in science and mathematics, along with combat and use of the Force. He had learned everything with a scientific basis and somehow he can't seem to get out of that mindset.

At least verbally. And not in the more intimate moments they share. Somehow during those moments he has absolutely no problem thinking of words he would otherwise be unlikely to say.

He pauses in his brushing to take the bottle of champagne, taking a long sip before he hands it back to Klaus. Then, brush still in one hand, he raises his other and moves the box of chocolate covered strawberries within reach using the Force. Pushing off the lid, he takes out one of the strawberries and holds it up for Klaus to take a bite.

"I sound utterly ridiculous when I say cock," he murmurs, still holding the strawberry. "Don't I?"

It's incredible how much Klaus smiles now. Really smiles, that is. Genuine smiles that make his cheeks ache, smiles that light up his eyes.

He thinks that it's cute how Obi-Wan uses the proper terms for everything, including anatomy. It's just another little thing that makes up this wonderful person that Klaus loves, someone who is powerful and strong but also funny and utterly adorable.

Klaus takes back the bottle and sips from it, only to lower the bottle and find a strawberry near his mouth. He turns so that he can see Obi's face as he takes a bite, brow lifting as he speaks. He just said that he couldn't get hard again, but Obi-Wan saying cock like that while feeding Klaus what is arguably the most romantic fruit has his body trying valiantly to prove otherwise.

"You really don't," Klaus says once he swallows, licking chocolate from his upper lip before leaning in to give Obi-Wan a kiss, smiling against his mouth. "You sound sexy, but you always sound sexy, even when you say penis." He pauses, looking upward as if deeply considering it, and then nods, kissing him again. "Yeah, even then."

"I suspect you may be biased," Obi-Wan points out, kissing Klaus once more before he finishes off the strawberry and sets the stem inside the lid of the box. He licks chocolate from his fingers, making sure they're completely clean before he uses the brush a few more times and then sets it aside.

"Right," he says, working his fingers gently through Klaus's hair before he separates a portion into three strands and begins to carefully braid. He collects more hair as he goes, braiding from one side of Klaus's head, around toward the back, loosening it gently as he does. His hair is too curly for a tight braid, Obi-Wan doesn't think it would look right, and he's more amused than anything that he has an idea of what would and wouldn't look right in a braid for Klaus.

More than anything, he's just enjoying this moment. The gentle buzz of the champagne, the warmth that comes from having spent this evening together, how it's all felt, how close he feels to Klaus now, not only physically, but emotionally and mentally.

"Perhaps a little," he admits, closing his eyes as Obi-Wan's fingers card through his hair, gently pulling it back into a loose braid. It's almost wild to him, how peaceful he feels. It's been a perfect night with a perfect person, and he's wildly in love and so happy, here in this house with this man, knowing that almost his entire family is safe under one roof.

If Diego would just hurry up and get here, he would have everyone he loves. It'll happen, he thinks. He has hope.

For now, he relaxes against Obi-Wan with a soft sigh, utterly content, and so very loved.

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