I'm participating in SubObi week over on Tumblr. The Day 1 prompt is Collar/Leash.

And here we go....


“Your pet Jedi is well behaved.”

Lord Vader chuckles. “He really isn’t. Or he wouldn’t need the leash.”

Obi-Wan Kenobi, from his kneeling position on the floor, lets the conversation flow over him, around him. This is the first time he's been to the large senatorial gathering and he resists the urge to raise his eyes and see what representative of this New Empire is speaking. He knows some of the voices that float over his head. He has no wish to look up into the faces of people who had once been friendly acquaintances, if not among the few in the Senate that he'd once counted as friends.

Keeping to himself also saves him the punishment set for him when he inevitably meets covetous stares with a challenging eye, political maneuvering with outright ridicule. Tonight, he has no wish to be the test subject of any new devices the Emperor has come up with. He's still having headaches from the last time.

The thought makes him wince. He tries to cover the reaction with a polite yawn, but a gloved hand rests on his shoulder and the other tugs the leash clipped to his collar, exerting just enough pressure so that Obi-Wan leans his face against a sleek, warm, leather clad thigh that smells of rainstorms and mech oil. The familiar scent in these surroundings makes him want to weep but he pushes that thought away as he feels the bond between them pulse.

We will be done here soon. Behave. I don’t enjoy punishing you.