The Star War's universe does not belong to me nor does Anakin and Obi-Wan...if they did oh the things I could do...

I was listening to my Billie Holiday play list on my computer with my aching feet propped up relaxing with a cup of crimson wine in my hand after a long day of chasing my bundle of energy and working a long eight-hour shift. "I'll Be Seeing You" started to play and this idea crashed in upon me. My heart started to race and my breath hitched in my throat. All I could see was this idea as I pressed play on the song again and it brought tears to my eyes. Here it is I hope you like it as much as I did. Reviews will be very much appreciated.

I'll Be Seeing You

Anakin sighed as he connected another wire on the under belly of his Delta 7; the callous plank under him not a harsh contrast to his charcoal under shirt. Reaching for his wire cutters he carefully cut another length of wire from the spool, and exhaled heavily. The army's rarely got to take over a hanger bay, and sleep in doors. He should be sleeping in the joining bay with his fellow Jedi, but he had never been one to follow orders, especially Obi-Wan's.

A smile flickered across his lips when his thoughts turned to his Master. They were a team. They were the team. He chuckled in spite of himself, his fellow Jedi suspected that they were more then just a team, and had spoken there beliefs on more then one occasion, such was the case that afternoon in the bay.

"Anakin Skywalker just what are you doing?" Looking up from his data pad, a smile played on his lips, as he pulled his sunglasses down to observe the cross Aayla Secura saunter across the debilitated bay.

"What does it look like I'm doing Aayla?" Anakin asked, his voice light with amusement, before he got more comfortable on his make shift couch of knapsacks, and pushed his sunglasses back up.

"It looks like your working after the battle is won Skywalker, and not having shots of Blue Crushers with the rest of us outside. What have I told you about that?" Putting her hands on her hips, she scowled at him making him chuckle, and shake his head.

"Relax Secura, I'm just recording the battle over lays, stats, maneuvers and giving the battle a code, and grade to send to Master, and Mace's data pads." Anakin explained, before he got back to his data pad.

"You are becoming just as bad as Obi-Wan. I swear he is wearing off on you." Aayla said mater of fact as she crossed her arms, and shook her head grimly.

Anakin's head snapped up to meat her alluring eyes, his mouth hung open in shook, his data pad forgotten. "What? Am not! He is not! Take that back!" Anakin insisted, causing Aayla to roll her eyes, and give him an exasperated look.

"Alright then tell me when was the last time you went to a club when we've been on Coruscant? How many missions have you been on with out taking leave to even go back to Coruscant? I think you, and Obi-Wan have something going on between those sleeping bags, and that's why you jump whenever he says Anakin new mission with me. Here doggy, doggy." Aayla said, dangling her hand in the air enticingly, before she hunched over with laughter.

Anakin narrowed his eyes at her, his cheeks turning crimson with embarrassment, as he felt laughter began to bubble up inside him. "You're such a pervert, and pain Aayla." Anakin managed, before his control slipped, and he broke down into pales of laughter.

Laughter tapering off Anakin set up from his lounging position on the knapsacks. Setting his data pad down on the packs beside him, he leaned over elbows resting on his knees, and rubbed his eyes underneath his sunglasses tiredly. "Come on sexy. Enough work for Skywalker today. Plus, if you get drunk enough I can take advantage of you, and make Obi-Wan insane with jealousy, cause I just know you two have something going on in that tent after some long hard battle when you two are all sweaty, and dirty. Can I watch?" Aayla asked, licking her lips vulgarly.

Giving her an irritated look over the edge of his sunglasses, he stood from the knapsacks stretching out his protesting muscles causing his ash blonde tassels to fall over his forehead "Oh alright fine subject dropped, but sexy I'm going to get you so hammered you won't be able to stand just like when we were Padawon's."

Chuckling Anakin shook his head "Force, I hope not. I don't want to end up on another ale soaked bar dressed in a bow tie, and black Speedo's singing "I'm Too Sexy". I got six days of meditation, and eleven days of lecture on how a proper Jedi doesn't sneak out to a bar, get drunk, and dance on said bar naked basically from Obi-Wan. Then four months of extra duty, and grounded for six months by the Council."

"Yeah, but you made eighty five dollars before Mace, and Obi-Wan came in, and busted us." Aayla offered, bursting out with form shaking laughter as she leaned into him.

"Yeah, that's true." Anakin managed, before he fell into Aayla with heavy laughter.

"Anakin. I need to see you. It's urgent." Came the stern voice from up the stairs that led into the run down office, just as the laughing pair made a move for the sliding bay door.

"Yes, Master." Anakin said, obediently his laughter ending sharply. He gathered his cloak, and data pad in his hands swiftly, the party outside forgotten.

"Anakin. I need to see you. It's urgent. Here doggy, doggy." Aayla sang, as Anakin shuffled past her, perching his sunglasses on top of his head, headed for the iron clad stairs on the opposite wall of the bay. Giving her an inappropriate symbol with his finger, he reached the decrepit stairs, and made his swift accent up them to the waiting Obi-Wan.

"We'll play "I'm Too Sexy" for you Speedo!" Aayla exclaimed blatantly from the bottom level just as he walked past Obi-Wan into the humid office to be face to face with Mace. He couldn't help the laughter that boiled over his defenses, as Mace became ridged, and gave him a perverse look.

He hadn't been able to attend the wild celebration party at all after he had been called into the office. Obi-Wan had, in fact, informed him of a new mission to lead a small army of Jedi, and clones on a siege of some separatist camps that had been violently taken from the Republic on some random outer rim planet. They had spent the rest of the afternoon, and the better part of the night getting ground scopes, coming up with battle plans, flight plans, and coordinating Jedi, and clone attacks. By the time they had left the office everyone was passed out either in the bay, or outside. Obi-wan, and he were scheduled to leave the next night, making it a pinch for Anakin to get his, and Obi-Wan's flyers in fighting condition by then.

"I thought I told you to get some sleep." The faint voice made a lucent smile dance across his lips. With great care he slid out from under belly of his Delta 7 the sultry sounds of Billie Holiday meeting his ears from the black music player that sat on the worktable a few feet away that his Master had started with an agile wave of his hand.

Coming to sit on the edge of the platform, his legs dangling, Anakin's smile turned soft, as his Master eased for him dressed in only a lose fitting pair of sleep pants. "Since when have I ever listened to you Master?" Anakin asked, his voice husky as his Master reached his position, green eyes blazing in the dim light of the hanger leaving the question unanswered.

"How long have you been watching me Obi-Wan?" Anakin whispered, his cool hand reaching up to cup his Master's flushed cheek. Obi-Wan put his hands on both sides of his legs leaning into the sensual touch his emerald gaze still locked on him, as he leaned in his lips, and sculptured chest so close it was agonizing torture for the young Jedi.

"For a while. I'm sorry about the party today Anakin. Sometimes I forget that you're just twenty-one. You shouldn't have been coped up in that office going over battle markers, and doing battle plans, and flight plans, and coordinating attacks. You should have been at that party celebrating the victory with your friends. Plus, I do believe you need to show me how that little dance of yours goes again. I've forgotten in my old age." Obi-Wan voiced aroused, as a spike of heat lept in his jade eyes.

"Oh have you now? Really? I don't remember you being old, but maybe I can give you a private screening when we get back to Coruscant, if we ever get back to Coruscant. As for today, I was right where I wanted to be, Master." Anakin said, his eyes blazing with a violent inferno of emotion as his thumb began to gently caress Obi-Wan's cheek with silky motions.

"Dance with me." Obi-Wan whispered, his igneous face only inches away from Anakin's.

"Alright." Anakin uttered barely finding his voice, as his Master's radiant eyes danced with fervent hunger, affection, and weakness.

His Master's attentive hands went from beside him to his chiseled sides hosting him up off the merciless platform. He never lost contact with his Master's devouring eyes as he was sat down on the pad, his bare feet feeling the frigidness of the floor beneath him, as he leaned into his Master's febrile embrace. Burring his face in the crock of Obi-Wan's neck, he slowly inhaled the intoxicating scent of his Master. Love and ecstasy flew over him in waves of blazing furry that gripped his heart, and soul in it's tight clutches as he wrapped an arm around his Master's neck.

Obi-Wan wrapped a gentle arm around his waist; before he tenderly pulled him close until he could feel every inch of his Master's fevered skin through the course fabric of his restraint. A wisp of a smile kissed his features as the sweltering flames swept through him swallowing him in there sweet abyss, as his Master took his hand in his own. As a new song began its alluring spell, they slowly began to move around the musky hanger, two parts of the same soul coming together for a humble flicker of time.

I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through.

In that small cafe;
The park across the way;
The children's carousel;
The chestnut trees;
The wishin' well.

I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day;
In every thing that's light and gay.
I'll always think of you that way.

I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon,
But I'll be seeing you.

I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day;
In every thing that's light and gay.
I'll always think of you that way.

I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon,
But I'll be seeing you.

Barren lips met in a gradual impetuous kiss that made the world, war, Padme, and the Jedi Code disappear into a saccharine haze of non-existence. There wasn't any hero with no fear, and negotiator. For those enchanting moments they were only Anakin Skywalker, and Obi-Wan Kenobi, two men in love, with nothing standing in their way.