Anakin lets out a string of curses, ignoring Obi-Wan's raised eyebrow to kick the soft wall of the gigantic vegetation that encases them, before slumping, sulkily, to sit on the lower portion of the curved surface.
A creaking groan surrounds them and Obi-Wan looks around warily. "I hope you haven't made it angry."
"It's a plant, Master. How can it be angry?"
"Well it seemed very capable of protesting when you attempted to cut your way out." Obi-Wan frowns towards the small scar of lightsaber burn on a thick frond of dark pink plant matter directly above Anakin's head.
"If you'd let me continue, we would have been in orbit by now," Anakin says grumpily, flicking open his comlink.
"I'm fairly certain it will open again in the morning," Obi-Wan replies, "as I'm sure your infallible droid friend will tell you."
Anakin scowls as he turns his gaze to the display, scanning the information as it appears. Obi-Wan's sarcasm is hard enough to bear at the best of times, and he knows it's going to be even worse when his Master finds out who Anakin suspects was responsible for their unscheduled landing on this mysterious planet.
"Well? Am I right?"
Anakin closes the device with a snap. "Don't know. It said the plants are not carnivorous, and the nectar is harvested to make some sort of cordial, but after that the message was scrambled."
Obi-Wan looks smug, and mutters something about loose wires.
Anakin ignores the comment and conceals a smile, poking his finger into one of the liquid-filled cavities in the flower's central column then taking a tentative suck. Okay, there was just one tiny detail about this stuff that he left out, but he has to make this night enjoyable somehow. Obi-Wan has left him no choice.
Two hours later, Anakin sits, legs stretched out before him, body propped against Obi-Wan's side, resting his head lazily on the other man's shoulder. He smiles happily, and tries to crane his neck to see the stars between the shadowy bars of their temporary organic prison. Obi-Wan stops singing to laugh as Anakin twists too far and nearly falls over, but the laughter is quickly silenced as Anakin's lips somehow stumble into his.
Oops. Anakin makes mmm noises and thinks how nice Obi-Wan tastes, a mixture of the sweet nectar they have been drinking and something more earthy. Vaguely recollecting some sort of secret fantasy he pushes the other man down into soft floor and lowers his mouth to find those lips again, feeling a flash of electricity through his intoxicated body as Obi-Wan's tongue slides across his.
A few short moments later Anakin frowns in confusion and disappointment as Obi-Wan insistently pushes him away. Anakin sits up abruptly then immediately groans as the walls and floor seem to spin around him. He feels gentle hands guide him back down to lie on his side, and a brief caress across his forehead before he blacks out.
In the morning Anakin awakens to the sight of Obi-Wan fast asleep at the other side of the flower's cavity, amusingly covered in small balls of yellow fluff. He attempts to recall the events of the previous day but finds only a void, glancing down at his own body to notice it too is covered in what appears to be this strange plant's pollen. As Obi-Wan sneezes himself awake, Anakin looks up, happy to find an expanse of blue sky and warm sunshine.
Back at the Temple, Anakin examines Artoo and finds the navigation problem was, to his horror, caused by a loose wire. But when Obi-Wan returns from his visit to the archives, hair still tinged yellow from the staining pollen, the Jedi Master thankfully seems, for once, to be distracted, and apparently forgets to ask.
Relieved to escape mortification, Anakin dumps the bits of droid on the coffee table, and strides past Obi-Wan to get a drink from the kitchen, wiping his oily hands on the seat of his pants and noticing his Master is obviously not too distracted to raise a disapproving eyebrow. Anakin grins, swinging open the door of the chiller and grabbing a random can of cordial, trying to think manly thoughts as he notices the floral design on the side of the tin. He watches through the door with amusement as Obi-Wan shakes his head at the mess, and then takes a swig of the drink, finding that, for some reason, the sweet taste conjures up mysterious but nice memories of gentle hands and love songs.