Obi-Wan paused outside the cockpit when he heard giggling inside.
"What do you think you're doing?'
"Oh, you know."
"MMM….wait a minute."
"I guess you've noticed."
"Noticed what? Oh…that."
"Ouch. What was that for?'
"For you. Waaaatch OUUUT."
"Hey! Watch my hair."
"What's with these layers?"
"Lemme help."
"Thanks."
"No prob."
"Hey! This one goes there, that one goes there."
"NOooo….not….not that. None of that. Okay, maybe a little…Okay, never mind.'
"More?...Careful with that thing…"
"Almost got it…A little more….MORE...AAH! OUCH!"
"That was quick"
"A new record, I think. Only…ouch…"
"Hold it... Woa."
CRAAAASH
" A…A…UMMM"
"Hey, Watch what you're doing…."
There was heavy breathing and silence for a second, and then the door burst open in Obi-Wan's face he tired to shield his eyes, but he paused suddenly when he saw Anakin helping Padme re-assemble the torn-up controls. Padme was clutching her bleeding hand, and Anakin was sweaty and covered in grease, with welding goggles on his eyes.
"It's not a bad cut, I think. You need to be careful with those viibro-blades. You nearly…Oh, hi, Obi-Wan. Are you okay? You look like you've sensed a disturbance in the Force."
"What in blazes…have you been doing?"
Anakin looked sheepish. "Well, something was very wrong with the navicomputer, and Padme was helping me fix it…I knew you'd be mad…sorry."
Obi-Wan looked back and forth at the earnest faces of his Padawan and the young senator. He didn't sense any dishonesty. Feeling embarrassed, he shook his head.
Of course they aren't having an affair. Oh, silly me, so paranoid these days….