Note
More or less a PG-13 rating. A little slash. Obi-Wan is a little distracted.And I own none of them.
For Kelsie, who would love nothing more than to read Anakin/Obi-Wan for the rest of her life. I heart you!
Train of Thought
Who was he to say what was right and what was wrong? Honestly.
He ought to be ashamed of himself. And yet he wasn't. It was more of a guilty pleasure sort of feeling.
And with a lifetime's worth of training, and he couldn't even keep himself focused. Anakin would love the thought.
He hated how he smirked at him. It was unnerving.
Who said that just because you know a person's every move and how they move and how every muscle looked when they tensed and even the most intimate things like how many freckles they had across their back and...nevermind.
He couldn't concentrate now if he'd wanted to.
Anakin had a habit of making you forget everything you had previously on your mind, and replacing it with himself. And he was good at it.
And Obi-Wan was now faltering in front of Master Windu and had forgotten completely what he had been saying.
Obi-Wan stuttered and Anakin choked down a laugh from behind Windu.
Windu eyed him suspiciously.
"Perhaps I shouold return later Obi-Wan, you seem distracted."
Anakin laughed silently. Obi-Wan fumed at himself, but silently, Windu would not see.
Justice would be served.
Anakin watched Windu's back as he left. Three...two...one...
"Anakin that's not fair." Obi-Wan practically growled against parted lips.
Anakin snickered and kissed him again. "Have I ever been fair when it come to this?" He drug out the last word purposely letting Obi-Wan pull him forwards towards the wall.
"Mmm...not usually." Obi-Wan trailed off, letting Anakin trace paths with his fingers under his robes.
Maybe justice could wait. Obi-Wan never did mind waiting his turn.