A/N:For skygawker. Halloween themed! (I gave up trying to make it Star Wars-themed). Sexy healer doesn't sound as good as sexy nurse. :)
Obi-Wan woke up while his hands were roughly being handcuffed to his bed frame. He looked warily around for Anakin, and immediately noticed two disturbing facts. The handcuffs were a flimsy plastic and the blinking screen of his datapad read October first. He groaned; this year Obi-Wan had been hoping Anakin forgot his childish notions to celebrate Halloween. Clearly he was wrong.
Anakin stepped out of the fresher in an obscenely tight Courscanti Security uniform. The navy material was cheaply crafted, but clung to Anakin's figures in a way that left nothing to the imagination. Anakin pulled out an equally cheesy security badge, shining gold paint already chipping, and smirked.
"Sir, you are under arrest."
Obi-Wan resisted the urge to roll his eyes and decided to play along.
"For what?"
"Uh…because…um…you broke the law."
He raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"You've – you've…been bad."
And there went any possible interest he might have held in this. As attractive as Anakin looked in the costume, Obi-Wan was not becoming a part of this bad Holo-porno. He pulled his hands free from the handcuffs and hurried out of the bedroom.
"Go 'arrest' someone else."
"But I bought this costume for you."
"Not interested."
Anakin gave him a sulky look and then pulled open his closet. One costume down, a few dozen left to go.
