This is my first slash, which I dug out from the mess that I call my bookshelf, so it's a bit old and could probably be better. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Flaming is not.

Warning: If you're looking for a plotline, stop right about here.


I do not own Star Wars or Life is Good.

Title: Life is Good

Summary: Anakin and Obi-Wan simply enjoy themselves one day. Anaking discovers the meaning of the phrase: Life is Good.

Anakin looked at the bumper sticker on the speeder in front of him. "Life is Good." He'd seen it around a lot recently and figured that a lot of people didn't have many problems. Upper-class citizens of Coruscaunt were self-centered brats who had no idea of the battles and struggles that went on everyday on war-torn planets and in the levels below them. At least, that was his theory. Having been a slave for half his life, his general outlook on life was weary and not always optimistic.

Finally, the traffic was moving! Anakin slammed on the accelerator pedal, only to go three meters before slamming on the brakes. Someone had only switched lanes. Anakin moaned, then pulled out his commlink.

"Master?"

"Anakin, why aren't you back yet? You missed a Council meeting."

"The traffic's terrible. Any news report?"

//sound of a remote-control click and noise from the holo-net//

"Yep. Major crash. Some Toydarian went straight into an apartment building. They've got the whole area blocked off and there's no way you'll be moving for a few more hours."

"I'll see if I can take a detour."

"You do that. I'll file your report with the Council."

"I love you, Master." Anakin grinned happily. The Council always managed to find some way to turn the slightest mess-up into a 15-page form that had to be filed in at least three different places.

"I love you too, Anakin."

3 hours later...

"I'm back!" Anakin announced happily as he entered the apartment he shared with Obi-Wan. The two had been offered seperate apartments once Anakin had been knighted, but they refused. Obi-Wan didn't trust Anakin alone in a kitchen. For that matter, no one did.

"I kept some pasta warm for you." Obi-Wan called from his bedroom.

"That's it?" Anakin asked, "No 'hello', no 'how are you', not even a hug?"

"Fine," Obi-Wan said, "I'm coming."

He came into the living room/kitchen wearing worn blue sweatpants and one of Anakin's t-shirts.

"That's my shirt!" Anakin accused.

"You always wear my old clothes." Obi-Wan retorted, then put his arms around Anakin.

Anakin leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Obi-Wan's lips.

The next morning...

Anakin struggled to open his eyes against the morning light streaming in through the large window in Obi-Wan's bedroom. He rolled over and found his face in Obi-Wan's hair. He stroked it gently and moved down to plant a few kisses along Obi-Wan's jawline.

"Mmm...Anakin."

"Morning, Master."

"I'm not your Master anymore, you know that."

"It's a term of endearment. What do you want me to call you? Cuddles? Sugar Bear? Muffin?" Anakin grinned in his cocky way.

"Master's good." Obi-Wan replied quickly, then rolled on top of Anakin, pinning him to the bed.

(Anakin thinking)//Life is good.//