A/N: This part is kind of short. Just a peek into Anakin's head. I promise the next part will be longer though. :)

Part Two

When they parked Anakin's speeder outside the Temple, the young Knight immediately hurried over to help his friend. Maybe that drink had been a bit…much for Obi-Wan.

"Are you sure you're all right, Master?" he asked, wrapping an arm around his shoulders for support as the elder Jedi climbed out of the speeder. Well, at least that's what he was telling himself the reason was. He couldn't shut up that little voice in his head that kept insisting that his intentions weren't absolutely innocent.

"Thank you, Anakin, but I'm really all right. I'm just a bit…tired, is all."

Anakin nodded and allowed Obi-Wan to walk back up to the Temple without his assistance. Tired. Yeah, right. What had been in that daily special, anyway? Maybe dragging Obi-Wan out hadn't been such a good idea after all. Then again, he had gotten what he'd really wanted. Well, two things he'd really wanted, but the picture hadn't been that important.

But that kiss…

Whoa, mind in the here and now, Skywalker. Just how do you plan on explaining yourself to Hottie-Wan when you start grinning like an idiot because you're wrapped up in some fantasy about you and him in the shower and there's water droplets trickling down his shoulders from his hair that's all plastered to his forehead and the water is falling down his arms and down to his hips and…HELLO!? Where did THAT come from? Here and now, Skywalker! What's so hard about that? Now wipe that stupid smirk off your face and pay attention before you walk into a door or something. Sexy-Wan would never let you live that down. Heh. Sexy-Wan. That's a new one. He is very sexy though. Especially during sparring sessions when he's all sweaty and his shirt's sticking to his chest and…FOCUS! Get a grip on yourself, man! And don't make me tell you again to stop daydreaming about Obi-Wanton…er…Obi-Oh-Be-Mine… Sithspit…Yummy-Wan Ken-oh-so-hot…oh, forget it.

"Uh, Anakin?" Obi-Wan's voice brought him out of his internal struggle between him and the part of his brain that controlled these totally improper daydreams of his.

"Huh?" Please tell me I wasn't grinning like an idiot.

Obi-Wan's expression was a mixture of bewilderment and amusement. "Our apartments are this way."

Anakin felt his cheeks turn red, suddenly very intrigued by the uniqueness of the color of his boots. Black. Really, what an interesting color for a pair of boots.

"Oh. Right," he mumbled.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it, he was now humiliated enough that he had no trouble in staying connected to the real world. Too bad that only seemed to happen during times like this, when he would have given anything not to be here. Now what would Obi-Dorable think of him?

Listen to yourself! Drooling over Obi-Wonderful like some lovesick teenager! Really, you should have a bit more dignity than that! These types of feelings are completely improper and…ooh! He just yawned! He sure is sexy when he yawns. Then again, he's sexy no matter what he does. He could roll around in a garbage bin, and he'd still look sexy…UH, JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE THINKING, YOUNG MAN?! You're supposed to be CONTROLLING these types of thoughts! NOT enjoying them!

"Do you want to come in?" asked Obi-Wan, coming to a halt outside his apartment.

Yes! Yes! Yes! Uh, I mean…sure. I guess. Whatever.

"Uh, sure." Anakin managed to choke out.

Now Obi-Wan looked concerned for Anakin. "Are you all right? You seem kind of…I don't know…odder than usual?"

"Do I? Huh, I hadn't noticed." Anakin could have smacked himself.

"Right…" with a last bizarre look, Obi-Wan palmed open the door and slipped inside.

Anakin took a deep breath in a desperate attempt to calm himself before following his friend.

"You want something to eat?" asked Obi-Wan.

"Sure," Anakin said eagerly. It had been nearly an hour since he'd eaten last. He was famished.

"What would you like?" Obi-Wan sifted through the pantry, pushing aside cans of vegetables and boxes of various sweet and salty treats.

Anakin shrugged. "Anything you have will be better than my cooking."

Obi-Wan grinned. "I don't doubt that."

The meal was an awkward one, full of uncomfortable pauses and tense words. Once Anakin had even slipped and called his former Master "Lovey-Wan." Luckily Anakin's mouth had been full at the time, and he was pretty sure that Obi-Wan hadn't suspected anything.

They spent quite a lot of time together, even on missions. But with the war, they were usually busy enough--or exhausted enough--that Anakin managed to keep his thoughts under control, for the most part. But now, they had nothing important to do, no lives to save, no war to win. Only each other. He sighed. This was going to be a long vacation.