Hey girl, I'm so sorry about your boyfriend.
Yeah, I don't know what happened to your love either. Yeah, I wish I understood, too. It was so nice, so good.
But you still have your friends! Remember, when you need me, darling, you can call me SOS.
I know it's hard because he's gone, but you have to at least try to go on.
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@somethingsteff asked for #39 for obikin from the Abba lyrics prompt list (and #4 which I’ll answer separately so I don’t lose track!)
39. you thrill me, you delight me, you please me, you excite me
Read below for a proposal drabble - what else could it have been for this song?
“Well?”
Obi-Wan shifted on his protesting knee, now feeling patently ridiculous to be kneeling on the hard stone in front of the stunning younger man who had apparently been stunned into silence, as unmoving and hard as stone himself since Obi-Wan had sunk to his knee and bared his soul and presented the ring that he still held outstretched in his now sweaty palm.
“I know it’s a loaded question and all, but one does usually expect an answer of some kind.”
Anakin cleared his throat, fighting through the burning tightness that was losing its battle to choke back all the emotions threatening to spill out. “Are you sure?”
“About which part, exactly?” Obi-Wan wondered. “The ring? No, I’m not. You’re the one who has to look at it for the rest of your life, if you don’t like it you can pick out one that you do.”
“Not the ring,” Anakin reached out and closed both of his hands around the outstretched palm starting to shake, cradling it like it was something precious, because it was.
“What then?” Obi-Wan prompted when nothing else followed.
Broad shoulders shrugged sheepishly. “Me.”
“Anakin Skywalker,” Obi-Wan’s knee objected with a disconcerting pop as he rose to cup one hand to where the long neck met brushed back curls, his other still held in the strong grip of long fingers that had no intentions of letting go. He pulled until their foreheads touched and he was looking directly into blue eyes brimming with wet tears that had somehow not yet been shed, windows to the insecure soul before him. “Did you not listen to a word I just said? I thought I made my feelings quite clear.”
“I did listen,” long lashes pressed closed in a last attempt to keep the tears from spilling. “And you did, it was,” he paused momentarily, overcome, “it was very nice to hear.”
“Alright…then…help me out here.”
“I know that’s how you feel now. It’s just…”
“You think I’m going to change my mind?” Obi-Wan asked dryly. Just that morning they’d had fought over the fact that Obi-Wan considered trying a different route to the restaurant “a pointless exercise.”
“Ok when you say it like that,” Anakin smirked. “I just. It’s supposed to be forever.”
“Yes, that’s rather the point.”
“That’s a long time to be with me.”
“Yes!” Obi-Wan had reached the end of his patience. “I’m familiar with the concept! So could you either tell me what it is you object about it or put the damn ring on your finger and tell me you would also like to spend the rest of your life with me?”
“Idiot,” Anakin smiled against his hold. “Of course I do.” He closed the remaining space between them to press their lips together. “I guess I have a hard time believing that you would want to spend that long with me.”
Obi-Wan drew back just enough to search every inch of the face before him. “Explain,” he commanded seriously.
“I’m a lot,” Anakin sighed.
“Yes.”
“What if I’m too much?”
“You could never—”
“What if you get bored?”
“How could I—”
“What if all the things you think are quirky and cute become annoying and —”
“Love.” Obi-Wan silenced him with a chaste, barely there kiss. “You thrill me. You delight me. You please me. You excite me.” He sealed each statement with a kiss - one to each cheek, then the furrowed brow currently sporting premature wrinkles, then finally the hands that still clasped his own between them. “What can I do to make you believe me?”
“I do,” Anakin whispered as his fingers were pried one by one. “I—”
“I hoped you’d say that,” Obi-Wan declared as he finally slipped the ring onto Anakin’s finger, watching every flicker of emotion that crossed his face as he did. Uncertainty turned to awe, wrinkles smoothed out, and tears spilled as Anakin stared at the band that drew all the light in the room.
“You really want to marry me?” Anakin rasped.
“I do,” Obi-Wan sighed in relief that the fact finally seemed to have sunken in. “Please say you do too.”
“Yes,” Anakin buried the glittering ring in auburn locks and pulled Obi-Wan forward for a kiss. “I do,” he whispered against his lips. “I do, I do, I do.”
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