- Bonus!-
Much later, when they were debriefed, Obi-Wan and Anakin were on their way to their respective quarters, he stuck his hands in the pockets of the suit jacket he was still wearing (and desperately wanted to get out of). One of his hands closed around something that felt suspiciously like... lace.
His eyes went wide and he almost missed a step and he could feel his face heat in realization of what exactly was in his pocket.
"What's wrong?" Anakin eyed him with genuine worry.
"Nothing, I eh- I'm just tired, Anakin." Obi-Wan sputtered, trying to wave away any concern, hot red heat rising to face.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning." Obi-Wan quickly turned the corner, feeling the eyes (probably narrowed in suspicion) of the younger man in his back. Once the door slid shut behind him, he slumped against the cool metal and pulled the item out of his pocket.
"You wicked, wicked woman." He held Asajj's lace panties in his hands, a reminder of what they had done earlier. A souvenir she planted on him, probably while imagining his reaction as he found it, definitely hoping it was when he was in a public place, during an inappropriate moment.
That woman will be the death of me.
Obi-Wan smiled. He wondered when he'd see her again.