A/N;
By popular demand! This is for you! You all know who you are :) Musey obliged.
Buffy-Wan fluff.
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The following morning was a peaceful one for the Jedi and the Slayer. The idyllic location and the tranquil atmosphere of the Overlook Hotel were completely undisturbed by nosy Jedi Masters, roving Sith Lords, vexing vampires or any other intruders. Reluctant to leave such a peaceful place behind, Buffy and Obi-Wan only set off to the nearest town far later than they'd intended. By the time they arrived in Berenko, it was well past noon and the place was full of noisy tourists.
"Buffy, are you positive you'll be able to find these shops?" Obi-Wan asked. They'd dropped down into one of the quieter alleyways just off the main center.
It was a warm day on Naboo and Obi-Wan's hair gleamed burnished rose-gold in the strong patch of sunlight that shone down to where he sat in the speeder. Although the question was directed at Buffy his eyes were on the crowded street that lay not far from them. As he spoke, several speeders flew over them and a family of bickering Gungans strolled past.
As usual, there was a crease of worry between Obi-Wan's eyebrows. Buffy noted it and decided to add a good quality moisturizing sunscreen to her shopping list. Considering he was a Jedi, and well educated, he was surprisingly ignorant when it came to skincare and the special needs of redheads who burned easily. She'd need to educate him. She didn't want him suffering from the effects of premature aging and turning into Alec Guinness before his time.
"Yes, I'm fine, Mr Smith." Buffy waved her datapad at him. "I've got everything covered." That was the beauty of having a datapad, it directed you to wherever you wanted to go.
"You have a list of all the stores you're visiting?"
"Yep. They're listed and all locations have been downloaded onto my map." She gave him a reassuring smile and waved the datapad at him once more. Then she made a show of slipping it into the inside pocket in her purse so he'd know she was stowing it somewhere safe.
He frowned again, clearly not satisfied. "Your com-link needs to be kept on your person, in case," he pointed to her purse, "you lose that. Don't forget, you have all the emergency codes for the Temple should you not be able to contact me. I inputted them myself."
Buffy smirked. "Yes, Mom. I've also got my clean underwear on. You know, in case I'm run over by the speeder bus."
Obi-Wan's expression became disapproving. "It's nothing to joke about. In this type of situation, communication is of utmost importance between a master and his app-," Buffy's eyes bore into his, "er, two people working together on a mission. One should always remember that. To believe in the Force is one thing, putting your trust in blind luck is entirely another."
Buffy rolled her eyes, he was going all Gilesy on her with his accent. That always meant he was becoming stressed. Perhaps it would put him at ease if she told him she'd had a lot of success fighting demons using only blind luck? Of course, she'd had failures as well. Such as dying.
Oh, no, she'd better not say anything. It would only stress him out further and increase his chances of developing forehead lines.
The Jedi chose to ignore Buffy's exasperated eye roll and continued, "Should you notice anything untoward, anything at all, call me immediately. Don't wander off investigating by yourself. Remember, Jar Jar Binks knows that you are on Naboo. It's entirely possible he's already contacted Jango Fett, who no doubt-"
"Ubi!" Buffy interrupted loudly. She'd heard all this on the journey over and didn't need to listen to it again.
She paused, as two men wearing official uniforms glanced across to them as they walked past. Were they cops? Buffy wasn't sure, but since she'd been accused of killing her sister Slayer, Kendra, back in Sunnydale she'd developed an aversion to law enforcement officers.
Once the two men had exited the alleyway, she went on, "You're gonna give yourself stomach ulcers worrying about me like this, Mr Smith." Putting her exasperation to one side Buffy gave him a little smile. "Honestly, I'll be fine. You go and do your thing with the local authorities and I'll go and do mine with the shoes."
Normally, when out in public, Obi-Wan always stayed close by in case a bounty hunter showed up. Used to his constant presence she was taken aback when earlier he'd suggested he'd go off and make his own inquiries. After thinking about it, for a good half a second, she realized how much more fun she could have shopping without Obi-Wan. While it was true that he'd follow her around the shops in a stoic Jedi-type way, she could do without the guy's judgemental gaze each time she took a pair of shoes to the tills. Even if he said nothing, and tried to hide his dismay, Buffy knew he'd be vibrating 'she's a shopaholic' down their bond. It wasn't his fault. He was a Jedi. They thought owning two pairs of boots meant they were set up for life.
She looked up from her musing to find Obi-Wan watching her closely, a look of suspicion on his face. Buffy folded her arms. Glaring back obstinately. He shuffled uncomfortably in his seat yet still made no move to depart.
Unfolding her arms, she pointed down the street. "Go. Do your investigating thing. Now!"
"You know how to find me?" the Jedi pressed, still ill at ease. In his opinion, Buffy looked rather too happy at being left to her own -Wan thought she might pout and insist he tagged along to provide a second opinion on her shoe choices.
He hoped she wasn't planning to do something risky. He'd made the decision to leave her on the basis she'd be in a busy built-up area and Jango Fett or another bounty hunter wouldn't risk an open attack in a shoe shop. Obi-Wan realised he was having second thoughts. The last time he'd left her alone for a few hours she'd 'sort of' become engaged to a Palpatine. Going off her previous history, he'd probably come back to find she was now the bride of Darth Desolate.
Buffy eyed the Jedi narrowly. She could almost taste his doubts. Niceness wasn't going to work. Her inner Slayer told her that if he wasn't going to be driven away by words she'd need to resort to violence. Darting forward, she leaned right over the door and made a violent assault on the Jedi's mouth with her lips.
"Hmmph," he muttered into her mouth, before putting an arm around her, pulling her against him and giving in to the kiss.
When Buffy eventually released him, she wore a little triumphant smile. It was such fun going into sneaky Slayer mode and taking the Jedi by surprise. Especially as, once he'd succumbed, he sent out those fizzling showers of pink sparkles through the Force that she was fast becoming addicted to.
As Buffy pulled away, the smirk still on her lips, she felt a sharp and strong tug through the Force. Taken by surprise, she overbalanced. With a squeak of horror, she fell forwards, headfirst into the speeder. Her head and the top half of her body crashing, embarrassingly, onto Obi-Wan's lap. Mortified, she squirmed and began pushing herself upwards. Only for Obi-Wan to wrap his hands around her shoulders and lift her level to his face.
With a smile at her dismay, he tutted softly, "Mrs Smith, such behavior! I'm shocked at you." And then he tapped the end of her nose with his finger.
Buffy could see the playful sparkle of mischief in his eyes. When she made no reply (she was too shocked), he went on, "You're going to have us both arrested for sexual indecency."
Realizing hanging over a speeder door with a red face and her mouth open was never a good look, Buffy slid away from him. Lost for words, she stepped away from the speeder and fiddled with her purse's shoulder strap trying to gain time. It wasn't fair. People were looking over and Obi-Wan wasn't even blushing! The guy just sat there. There was a smug grin on his face and he looked totally unselfconscious. Obi-Wan mentioning sex in a public place and not blushing! It was, like, unheard of.
It seemed the combination of being out of sight of the Jedi masters and masquerading as newlyweds was turning him into Xander or maybe even Spike. That was sort of scary, in a breathless and fun type of way.
"Oh, and another thing..." his voice trailed away as he looked at her.
Buffy still feeling breathless, noted those dimples he turned on her were like weapons. They affected her brain cells and caused her to have bad urges to climb back into his lap and stay there. What made it worse was that Obi-Wan knew how she felt. His smile became wider and those dimples at the corners of his mouth deepened.
"I'm heading east," he pointed to the right which must be east, then arched a sardonic brow at her. "It's a good thing one of us is blessed with a keen sense of direction."
The engine hummed back into life as he engaged the repulsors. Slowly the speeder lifted and began to turn. "I shall be at our designated meeting place in precisely two standard hours. Call me, if you are running late." He looked back over his shoulder, traces of the smirk still on his face. "And do try to stay out of trouble, Mrs Smith!"
Before she'd gathered her scattered thoughts, and formed a witty reply, he'd shot off. The hired speeder quickly disappearing into the lines of traffic that flowed above the rooftops of the buildings. Buffy gave a huff of annoyance, before turning towards the town's busy intersection.
Yet no matter how cross she was with him, her face glowed with happiness and the soft smile refused to leave her face.
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A/N 2; I have no idea if that came out okay. Musey rolled her sleeves up and said let's do the fluff. Please say it was ok? I just wanted to put up a post rather than make you all wait another week.
Anyway, I have spent all week chasing myself trying to keep up. A busy week and I've done nothing but play catch up. I do have the next chapter outlined. It is a serious one and fluff-less. Musey also threw some gems of ideas forwards for a future story arc. Bad Musey.
No beta on this one. Literally wrote, quick edit and published. Any mistakes do tell. Thanks
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