Just a little bit of Jedi fluff to compensate for all the angst that I've been putting out there recently! LOL! Sorry for the lack of originality in the title, that was the name with which I referred to this fic while it was in media res... and it kind of stuck! LOL.

Disclaimer: Dont own it, dont own them. If I did, there would have been a Jedi named Xtine in the movies, and Obi/Ani would have been the official secret couple, instead of Petme. Growl.

Liana, TempleMistress, this one is for the two of you... well, you asked for it! HA! I CAN write nice stuff! Sometimes! LOL.

Enjoy, please!

THE MOVIE FIC

PART 1

"Stop fidgeting."

"I'm not fidgeting, Master…I'm just getting comfortable," Anakin sighed, shifting his hips awkwardly on the couch.

Obi-Wan twisted around to glare at him, an effect somewhat marred by the hem of Anakin's fuzzy blanket falling into his eyes. "Well, every time you try to 'get more comfortable,' you shift my head-rest. Bad enough that your thighs are terribly uncomfortable without you shifting them every minute."

Anakin absent-mindedly stroked Obi-Wan's hair, smiling faintly. "You've never complained about them before."

"I've never used them as a pillow before."

Anakin laughed at his Master's disgruntled tone, hiking up the blanket higher over his shoulders. Sith but it was cold in their apartment. The movement once again made Obi-Wan's head loll to the side, and the Jedi Knight pushed up off Anakin's lap in frustration.

"No…" Anakin whined, grabbing the older man by the shoulders and forcing him back down. He liked snuggling with Obi-Wan; it wasn't something that they often had the opportunity to do. Not only because there was a war going on either - Obi-Wan seemed to take snuggling as an affront to his dignity.

Which was why Anakin did it as often as possible.

"Are you done shifting about?"

"I was just cold, Master…" Anakin grumped, wishing that they could just abandon this idea of a night in together and go fight on some foreign planet instead. Obi-Wan could be very… inspiring… when they both knew they could die the next day.

"If you're cold, why don't you go put a shirt on?" Obi-Wan wasn't looking at him, having twisted onto his side to see the holo-screen instead.

Anakin smirked, leaning forward so that he could whisper softly into the older Jedi's ear. "Do you want me to go put a shirt on?"

Obi-Wan, starting to turn around, found himself looking directly into Anakin's eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, paused, and then smiled sheepishly. "Not really, no…." He nuzzled his cheek against the smooth muscles of Anakin's stomach to illustrate his point.

Anakin chuckled, draping one arm over his Master's waist. "I didn't think so."

"Hmmm…" Obi-Wan murmured in wordless contentment, wriggling back to press more firmly against the heat of Anakin's body, reaching up across his waist to dance his fingers with Anakin's. It had been far too long since the two of them had been granted a reprieve like this, far too long since he had been able to drop the titles that were heaped upon him by the Holo Net and by this Sith-cursed War.

General Kenobi of the Grand Army of the Republic, the Negotiator, the Serene Warrior. Jedi Master and a member on the Council of their Order.

It felt good to throw all of those things aside, even for one evening. To just be Obi-Wan, andnothing more.

He couldn't be that way with any other person, aside from Anakin.

Anakin stroked his fingers absently over the back of Obi-Wan's hands, sighing quietly as the opening credits began to roll. "I haven't seen a holo-film since I was a kid."

Obi-Wan snorted slightly. "Because you're ancient now," he noted sarcastically.

Anakin smothered a smile, knowing that age was a touchy subject for his master, now that he was approaching the dreaded 4-0. "Not ancient as yet, Master. Now, once I hit thirty, then I'll be ancient."

Obi-Wan stiffened slightly at the comment. Anakin could fairly feel his Master's sudden scowl, and so was prepared when the older Jedi once again tried to pull away from him. Locking his arm around his Master's waist, holding him in place, Anakin couldn't help laughing.

"Don't struggle, old one, you might break a hip!"

A wordless growl was his only response. Holding the Jedi tightly so that he couldn't escape, Anakin once again leaned forward, this time to press a light kiss on Obi-Wan's temple.

"You know I adore you, wrinkles and all." Anakin murmured, lips brushing softly against Obi-Wan's skin as he spoke.

"You'll be less impudent once you hit twenty-five," Obi-Wan grumbled, elbowing Anakin in the stomach with no small measure of satisfaction. "Force grant that I'm not too mature to mock you the day that you find your first grey hair."

"You have grey hairs?" Anakin ran his fingers through the auburn strands critically, until Obi-Wan slapped his hand away in irritation.

"If I do, then each and every one of them is your fault."

Anakin raised one eyebrow at the sharpness of his Master's tone. "Obi-Wan Kenobi," he said with mock severity, "you may not be in your twenties anymore, but you still are the sexiest Master in this Force-forsaken Temple."

"Considering my competition is Masters Yoda, Windu, and Ki-Adi-Mundi, I should certainly hope so, Anakin." Obi-Wan sounded exasperated, but Anakin smiled to see how the Jedi Master's cheeks flushed slightly pink with pleasure. "Now would you please be quiet for once, and let me watch this movie?"

"Yes, Master."

Obi-Wan frowned at the deliberate use of his title. Anakin was trying to get a rise out of him again… or, rather, as usual. Impudent whelp.

Force, but he loved it.

'There was a boy,
Avery strange enchanted boy.
They say he wandered very far, very far…
Over land and sea…'

"This is a musical?" Anakin exclaimed, unable to disguise his distaste.

Obi-Wan didn't reply, but deliberately turned up the volume so that Anakin would –hopefully – take a hint and shut up.

"The woman I loved is…dead."

Anakin groaned, bouncing up and down on the couch in irritation, until Obi-Wan used a Force-bond to hold him still. "I'm bored,"Anakin whined, leaning his head back to stare at the ceiling, then back down again to glare at Obi-Wan's profile, intent on the holo-screen. "Obi-Wan, why don't we watch something good, like… like Die Hard!"

"Because there is more to life than shootouts, explosions, and," Obi-Wan's tone dropped to one of deepest disgust, "'Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.'"

Anakin tried not to laugh at the loathing in his Master's voice as he quoted the movie. "Admit it, Obi-Wan, you liked that movie."

"Whatever lets you sleep at night, young one."

"Well…" Anakin grinned wickedly; "I know a couple of tricks that you do that help me fall asleep… or at least get me into bed…" he trailed off suggestively, running one hand along the outer curve of Obi-Wan's thigh.

"Anakin!"

Anakin scowled, flopping back against the couch angrily. Obi-Wan could be so grumpy sometimes. It was kind of sexy, to be honest, seeing him get all riled up, but it was also extremely frustrating.

Shrugging the fluffy blanket off his shoulders, Anakin tapped Obi-Wan sharply on the head. "Hey. Get up."

With a long-suffering sigh, Obi-Wan paused the movie, and sat up to regard his errant younger partner with one raised eyebrow. "What is it now?"

Anakin stood up, stretching his arms languorously above his head and scratching his stomach. "I'm going to make something to eat."

Obi-Wan snarled slightly at his back. "Force-damn your metabolism." Then, after making sure that Anakin was well and truly out of sight, he grabbed the blanket and snuggled up into it, inhaling Anakin's scent as he stretched back out on the couch to continue watching the movie.

END PART 1

As I said, meaningless fluff. I hope you liked it anyways! TO BE CONTINUED! But reviews always help with that process, believe you me!

Xtine