A/N: Takes place after ROTS, assuming Anakin killed Palpatine, didn't go over to the dark side (and of course, he and Padme never got married).

"Sith!"

Anakin opened the door of the 'fresher and peered out. Obi-Wan's door was shut. "Problems, Obi-Wan?"

"No," Obi-Wan muttered. "And hurry up, Anakin, or this will make the third meeting this week we're late for."

Anakin shouted something about, "it takes time to be this beautiful," and then slammed the door of the bathroom shut again.

Obi-Wan slumped down to the floor, sitting amongst the piles of tunics that had somehow found themselves strewn around the room. There was absolutely no way that these were too small. He had tried on every piece of clothing he had. His pants all adamantly refused to fasten and his tunics clung uncomfortably to his skin. His clothes must have all shrunk when they were washed. That was the last time he let Anakin do the laundry. He was thirty-eight for Force's sake! The last time he needed a bigger wardrobe was after puberty hit. It clearly was Anakin's fault. That still left him with the dilemma of what he was supposed to wear to the diplomatic banquet they had in less than an hour.

Anakin was knocking on the door.

"I'm changing, Anakin, I will be right there."

"All the more reason to open the door." He could practically hear Anakin smirking.

"Anakin. Please."

"Oh, alright." Anakin had no idea why Obi-Wan was so prude about things like this. They had been dating for over two years – not counting the years before that of their back and forth sexual tension – and Anakin had seen Obi-Wan in far more compromising positions than changing in their bedroom. Regardless, Obi-Wan always seem absolutely embarrassed when Anakin so much as saw him shirtless. And the man was positively gorgeous. Anakin would love to walk into the bedroom and see Obi-Wan shirtless on his bed….but he knew not to push the issue. Obi-Wan was an extremely private man and Anakin would respect that.

"I'll wait for you in the kitchen."

Obi-Wan sighed and picked up a tunic from the ground. He would have to find a way to make them fit. That method ended up being a thicker utility belt, wrapped painfully tight around his stomach. His tunic and pants still ended up looking – and feeling – painted on, but at least he could get them to close.

He only hoped that Anakin – or any of the other Senators – would not notice.

Anakin was not the most observant. He had no idea of all the looks Obi-Wan was getting while they were walking through the many halls of the Senate building. Obi-Wan was in the same tunic as always, nothing special about it. Anakin's mind was really just filled with dread. He hated these Senate banquets. Admittedly, the food was fantastic, but he had to put up with the arguing and fighting of all the diplomats. He didn't even know what they were arguing over half the time. The Clone Wars were over, the Sith Lord was dead, what was there to discuss? Sure, they needed to appoint a new Chancellor and everything, but just put it to a vote and be done with it. All he did was smile politely, eat, and listen to Obi-Wan try to gently break up the many spats that cropped up. As horrible as it was, Anakin almost wished they could be back out fighting. This was all they had been doing for almost six months. The boredom was driving him crazy.

"Anakin! Obi-Wan! You're late!"

Anakin smiled. "Sorry, Padme, but at least this time it wasn't my fault."

"Yes, well. I can hardly let Anakin keep making the mistakes. We do need to have some balance."

Padme showed them to their seats, but it did not escape Obi-Wan's notice that her eyes roved over him for a bit longer than normal. She was no different than all the other people they had passed to walk here. Everyone of course, but Anakin. Anakin still seemed thankfully unaware that Obi-Wan was stuffed into clothes a size too small.

Anakin might not be observant when it came to superficial matters, but he always knew when Obi-Wan was in pain. Obi-Wan could shield his mind as tightly as possible and it still didn't make up for Anakin knowing when Obi-Wan was acting strangely.

Are you feeling well?
Yes. Why?
You aren't eating very much.

Just because I don't shovel down food like you do…We can't all be in our twenties.

You just don't appreciate a good meal.

I don't appreciate eating like a pig, Anakin. Now perhaps you should let me get on with our job?

The frost and bite in those two sentences was enough of a hint. Now Anakin knew something was wrong. Obi-Wan may not be the kindest man when it came to his words, but he never treated Anakin with such hostility.

They didn't talk to each other for the rest of the evening.

A/N: I like playing around with very "normal" insecurities in characters. (I also think pudgy!Obi-Wan is completely adorable and sexy)