"You're going to have to make a bed for me. I can only bring forth the image of this place as I know it from your mind," he murmurs, hands sliding into her hair to pull her closer still. "I'm going to need a bed for what I want, Anne, and I can move us in the real world if you can move us in here."

It's so wrong to do this, to take advantage, but Obi-Wan cannot help himself. Not when he's never felt like this before and never felt a presence as white-hot as alluring as Anne's.