Notes: I don't own anything from Star Wars. Obi-Wan/Anakin have pulled me in again. I'm going for something more lighthearted this time.

Anakin is Nineteen and Drunk

"Master?"

"No."

"Master?!" Anakin whined.

"No." Obi-Wan was unmoved. "And I am severely disappointed in you Padawan."

So, what else was new. He giggled a bit. Everything was all blurry and fuzzy, and he felt so warm and sleepy. He stumbled and would have fallen if Obi-Wan hadn't reached out a hand and grabbed him. Anakin stumbled back and fell into Obi-Wan, feeling his Master's arms go around him automatically in order to steady him.

Anakin buried his face in the robes of his Master's shoulder and twisted his hands between their bodies to tangle them in the rough, clean fabric of his Master's tabard. Obi-Wan smelled so good and he was so warm, and his arms were so strong. Anakin relaxed against him; he had always felt safe here.

After awhile he mumbled something into the man's robes, but even he didn't know what he was saying. He turned his head to the side again, hazily surprised Obi-Wan was allowing so much physical contact between them. "Please, Master?" he murmured hopefully, his lips brushing the skin on Obi-Wan's neck as his nose was prickled by the older man's beard. He wrinkled his nose and giggled at the sensation before deliberately rubbing his face against Obi-Wan's facial hair; soft but prickly. Just like his Master. He did it again.

Obi-Wan sighed in a long-suffering manner and gently pushed Anakin away from him. "No, Padawan mine," he said firmly.

Anakin pouted. "But Master, I want more. It's my life-day and it feels so good!"

"You won't say that in the morning," Obi-Wan muttered, tugging on Anakin's arm to get him moving again.

Anakin spent the rest of the walk with his fingers entwined with Obi-Wan's, attempting to remain upright as he meandered back to the Jedi Temple, and accidentally-on-purpose leaning on his Master in an effort to remain vertical.

By the time they reached the main doors of the Temple, Anakin was leaning entirely upon his Master, weaving on his feet, his head resting back on the man's shoulder as he watched the sky, and singing a rather bawdy song about a meiloorun and a girl from Lothal.

He draped himself over Obi-Wan's back as his Master punched in the code for their rooms, nuzzling into the back of his neck and the soft hair there and pressing himself fully along the curve of his Master's spine, sighing happily as he wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan and ignoring his surprised yelp.

He nestled his body even further into Obi-Wan's warmth, fitting their hips together, and closed his eyes.

"Anakin," Obi-Wan's voice was rather hoarse.

"Mmm," he was almost asleep and surrounded by Obi-Wan.

"Anakin!"

He tried to pry his eyes open, struggling to answer his Master.

Obi-Wan sighed. "You would be a clingy drunk," he said as he pinched the bridge of his nose and attempted to extricate himself from Anakin's grip. His words made no sense to the young man.

"You are 19-years-old now, Anakin," he continued to lecture, as he maneuvered his Padawan into his room, stripped off his outer tabard and pushed him into bed. "The Council is talking about letting you undergo your Jedi Trials this year." He tucked Anakin under the covers. "You should know better than this!"

Obi-Wan sounded frustrated and disappointed. Anakin's heart clenched, and he pulled open his eyelids with superhuman effort. Obi-Wan's face was very close to his, a frown between his eyes as he studied his Padawan severely.

His eyes were brilliant blue-grey-green.

Anakin raised a hand and, after several attempts, placed it on Obi-Wan's cheek. "Don be mad, Maser," he slurred. He forgot what he was going to say after this though, distracted by the feel of Obi-Wan's smooth skin under his fingertips. The way his full lips were slightly parted and so close to Anakin's own.

"You're very beautiful, Master," he whispered, his voice suddenly clear, trying to raise himself up but feeling unconsciousness pulling at him. He made a forlorn sound, struggling against it.

Darkness won before he could reach Obi-Wan.

In the morning he pretended he'd forgotten everything from the previous night and he accepted, without complaining too much anyway, his punishment of teaching drills to younglings and helping with the food preparation.

Anakin was furthermore banned from leaving the Temple, unsupervised, until he attained Knighthood.

End Notes: How was it so far? Hopefully they're cute? I think they're cute. My brother agrees with me that Anakin would definitely be a clingy drunk.