Love Your Plushies (Obi-Wan Kenobi)

There’s nothing quite like having a plushie, a huggable version, of one of your favorite characters. For you it happened to be Obi-Wan Kenobi and finding something of him that wasn’t made out of plastic was a mission of its own. Sure you have other plushies and toys, but this was different. This was an adorable Obi-Wan that wouldn’t break if you hugged too tight nor if he fell on the floor. Plus he’s Obi-Wan and you loved it just for that.
After a long day of packing and setting up a schedule for leaving for the much awaited family vacation, you were tired. All you wanted was to snuggle under the covers of your bed and fall asleep with your beloved Obi plush. Yet mother nature and her weather had other plans.
You growled as the rain outside pelted against the window.
It was already two in the morning and storm outside demanded to be heard.
Currently, you were hidden underneath your covers and a pile of pillows over your head to block out the noise. All the while your Obi-Wan plushie was safely in your arms. You knew that the next day or rather later, that you would be thrown into the chaos of family members giving driving directions and sharing repeated stores all while stuck in the same packed vehicle.

One of the top pillows falls off of the bed.
“No!” You release your Obi-Wan plush and scoot over to the edge of the bed where you lean over to grab the pillow that fell. “Gotcha’!” You say just as you’re tipping forward off of the bed. “AhhHH!”
Something grabbed you around the waist and pulled you back onto the bed. Without looking, you turned and hit the pillow against whatever had a hold of you.
“Ow! I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to fall,” a familiar voice came from underneath the pillow. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
You lifted the pillow up and gasped, “Obi-Wan?”
“Yes. Are you going to hit me again?”
“Wha-? No, no! I promise not to,” you placed the pillow back on top of the mound.
“That’s a relief,” he sighed, “I’m used to receiving hugs and other sorts of affection from you, not being attacked by a pillow.”
“Sorry,” you mumbled.
“I forgive you,” Obi-Wan pressed his lips to your cheek.
Your face broke out into a grin. That was, until another loud sound of thunder shook the windows. Within seconds your head was back under the covers and pillows.
“It’s alright,” he slipped under the pillows as well and pulled you into a hug. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“But it’s loud.”
“I know, but it can’t touch you. You built this cave of pillows for a reason. Most impressive. I didn’t know you owned that many.”
“Um.....why aren’t you my plushie anymore?” You asked the main question in your mind.
“Because you saw me as something more,” he rubbed his thumbs into your sides.
“I have that sort of power?” You frowned at the thoughts of all of the possibilities.
“It would seem so.”
“Then I’m glad it’s you,” you whispered. Thankfully the darkness of being under the pillows hid the blush on your cheeks.
“So am I, (Y/N).” He kissed your forehead tenderly.
You sighed, snuggling into his cloth attire.
“Where’s your lightsaber?”
“Next to the lamp you never use.” His warm lips touched your temple. “Along with the rest of my utility belt.”
“Oh......You’re wearing your boots aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“No shoes on or in the bed,” you instructed. “Those are my rules.”
“Right, sorry,” he sat up and got out of bed without making the pillows tumble down.
From under the pillows, you waited for him to get back. The thought of sharing your bed with a Jedi was odd, but not bad in any sense. He’s freakin’ Obi-Wan Kenobi for crying out loud and you didn’t have to go anywhere special to meet him. Unless you’ve truly gone mad. I mean, having powers or something that brought him to life? That’s some real crazy stuff. Wonderfully crazy. But was it really powers of your own or some phenomenon?
A loud thunder crack caused you to yelp and attempt to burry deeper into the bed.
“Just a moment,” Obi-Wan called and soon the bedsheets were lifted. “I’m here.” He joined you under the pillows as well and took you in his arms. Bare arms. No wonder it took him longer than thirty seconds because he took off more than just his boots and socks.
You nuzzled your nose into his warm chest and breathed in his scent.
“Nothing can harm you,” Obi-Wan whispered into your ear and linked his legs with yours. “It’s only noise.”
“Obi-Wan?”
“Yes?”
“Will you still be here in the morning?”
“Of course.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, (Y/N),” Obi-Wan pressed a kiss in your hair.