Vee017: Force, but I love getting reviews from you! You are so nice and basically just kick ass all around! Yes, their age this is a lot of fun to play with, especially when we make Obi-Wan very very sensitive to that fact! Imaginus poster sales rock as well, but I spent way too much money at our school's… eek! Thank you, as always, for the plushies! (cuddles armfuls of them). And that movie DOES kick ass. Especially EMcG singing… (falls out of chair).

White Destiny: Yes indeed, it is Moulin Rouge… I wanted a good, romantic/tragic sort of movie. And a musical is always fun. I'm glad that you're liking the fluff, as it's not something I'm that used to writing… but I'm happy that it's turning out all right!

Liana: Yeah, no one's going to die! See? See? I can be a nice person! I don't have to kil and torture them ALL the time! Really glad that you're liking the fic, darling. Enjoy part two! Sexy Jedi Hotness coming right up for your reading pleasure!

TempleMistress: Well, you were the inspiration, and the reason this isn't full of dumb typos and badly-explained parts. Thank you for being the coolest beta on the face of the Earth! Or on the face of Coruscant…. I officially dedicate the chocolate liqueur lines to you! See? The glasses are dealt with. Oh, and the propositioning Obi. Meow. That's all for you, darling!

PART 2

Anakin crammed a handful of popcorn into his mouth, heedless of the kernels that tumbled from his hand to scatter on the carpet. Licking the butter and salt from the tips of his fingers, he swung up to perch on the back of the couch, chuckling as Obi-Wan hurriedly shoved the blanket away from where he had been cuddling it.

There was a woman on the screen now, all wide blue eyes and flaming red hair.

"What's his type? Wilting flower, hm? Bright and bubbly, ah! Or smouldering temptress, mrrow!"

"She's pretty hot," Anakin noted, snatching another handful of popcorn before handing the bowl over the edge of the couch to rest in front of Obi-Wan, who only grunted in response. "So what would your type be, hmm?"

Obi-Wan smiled quietly. "Annoying Padawan?"

Anakin kicked him. "I'm not your Padawan anymore."

"Thank the Force."

"Hmm…" Anakin popped the rest of the kernels into his mouth.

"Anakin!" Obi-Wan sat up, dislodging some stray pieces of popcorn that had gotten away from the younger Jedi. "You're making a mess!"

Anakin reached out, gently pulling one final piece from Obi-Wan's hair, smiling with impish delight as he munched on the popcorn. Obi-Wan captured Anakin's hand in his own, bringing Anakin's fingers to his lips to lick away the salty taste.

"Tease," Anakin pouted.

Obi-Wan laughed, relaxing back down onto the couch with a smirk curving his lips, a plaintive look in his eyes. "Aren't you going to get us something to drink as well?"

Anakin rolled his eyes, hopping down from the couch again. "So I've gone from slave, to Padawan, to Knight… and back to slave again?" he called over his shoulder as he walked to the liquor cabinet.

"Precisely." Obi-Wan answered without missing a beat.

Anakin perused the bottles idly, noting with a faint frown that some of the glassy surfaces were faintly dusty; he and Obi-Wan didn't have much time for themselves on Coruscant, and even when they did, there was rarely a chance to share a relaxing drink. As a young Padawan, he had often broken in to this cabinet to guzzle the liquor… now which empty bottle had made Obi-Wan especially upset? Ah yes….

Anakin carefully pulled out a small bottle of white chocolate liqueur from where it had been hiding near the back of the cabinet. It was his Master's favourite, and after Anakin had endured a blistering lecture on top of a crushing headache, he had instantly run out to buy a replacement.

Balancing the bottle and two glasses, Anakin headed back into the living room, and paused at the doorway. On the holo-screen, a handsome young man was singing his heart out, standing on top of what looked like an elephant.

"Love lifts us up where we belong,
Where eagles fly, on a mountain high…"

But what made Anakin's heart pound was the even more beautiful voice coming from the Jedi lying out of sight on the couch. Obi-Wan was singing along quietly; so softly that Anakin could barely hear him. But that voice, which resonated with Anakin's soul even when only speaking, now raised goose bumps all along his bare skin. Having travelled to a multitude of worlds for various occasions, Anakin had had occasion to hear many races showcase their finest singers. Not a one could match Obi-Wan's purity of tone; crystal-clear drops of perfection distilled.

The song ended, and Anakin made his entrance into the room proper, feigning that he hadn't heard his Master's unexpected talent. Liberally topping up two glasses with the creamy liqueur, he handed one over to Obi-Wan. The Jedi Master accepted it gratefully, a look of absolute bliss crossing his features as he inhaled the elusive chocolaty scent.

"It's been a long time since I've had this," Obi-Wan signed happily, leaning back against the couch cushions and motioning with his head for Anakin to join him. When the younger man flopped down, Obi-Wan leaned his head against Anakin's bare shoulder for the briefest of instances. "And you were terribly hung-over at the time, as I recall."

Anakin growled softly in the back of his throat. "And you were being an absolute Sith, sending me out into Coruscant to find the bloody stuff when I had a troop of Gungans dancing behind my eyes…" he set his glass to one side so that he could gesture angrily without spilling anything. Obi-Wan would pitch a fit if he did – not only because of the mess, but of the utter waste of his favourite drink.

Obi-Wan snorted with laughter into his own glass at Anakin's melodrama, causing the thick, creamy liquid to trickle down his chin.

For some reason, Anakin found that incredibly sexy….

When Obi-Wan tried to wipe the spill away with the back of his hand, Anakin caught him, pressing his cybernetic hand over Obi-Wan's own, holding it against the couch. With the other, he cupped Obi-Wan's cheek.

"Let me," he whispered huskily, leaning in to lick away the sweet, chocolaty drink. Obi-Wan shivered at the silken touch of Anakin's tongue, rubbing his nose against his lover's as Anakin moved his lips upwards to catch Obi-Wan's mouth with his own. A sweet kiss, slowly deepening as Anakin's other hand rose, gently pulling the glass from his Master's fingers, setting it aside blindly. The hand then slowly wandered up Obi-Wan's back to press against the nape of his neck, forcing them closer together. Obi-Wan's lips parted under the gentler pressure of Anakin's tongue. The younger Jedi could feel the Jedi Master's smile against his lips.

Obi-Wan exhaled deeply when they broke apart. "Mmm…you taste like chocolate," he murmured against Anakin's ear, tracing its delicate outer curve with his lips.

Anakin purred in contentment, pushing his body closer against Obi-Wan's. "You always do…" With a single, smooth motion, he lifted Obi-Wan onto his lap so that the Jedi Master was straddling his hips. Obi-Wan broke away from tasting Anakin's skin long enough to mutter a disgruntled "Show-off…," which only made the younger man smile wider.

His superior smile was transformed into a moan a second later, as Obi-Wan moved his hips against Anakin's, the luscious pressure between their bodies increasing with the friction.

"I think you let me have too much of that liqueur," Obi-Wan whispered throatily.

Anakin repressed a smile. It was true that Obi-Wan Kenobi got tipsy with inordinate swiftness – two glasses of wine were enough to make him smile in a particularly dopey manner that Anakin adored. And it was also true – though, when sober, his Master would deny it vehemently – that alcohol in any great quantities made the stern, uptight Jedi extremely amorous.

But Obi-Wan hadn't even managed to drink one glass of liqueur, so…

Anakin snorted disparagingly "You haven't even drunk your first glass, moron, you're just intoxicated form being around me!" he laughed arrogantly, nuzzling Obi-Wan's throat, adding in an offhand tone, "I have this effect on all Jedi Masters…"

Obi-Wan pulled back, frowning. "You have this effect on Mace?"

Anakin recoiled from that thought, disgusted, pushing Obi-Wan backwards. The Jedi overbalanced, arms flailing in a most undignified manner, before he fell from Anakin's lap into a disgruntled heap on the floor.

"What in the Sith was that for?" he demanded, peeved, as heglared up through the dishevelled strands of his hair.

Anakin forced himself to look severe, shaking his head in dismay, though he wanted to burst into hysterical laughter at the picture Obi-Wan made, sprawled on the carpet as he was. "Well, you just completely killed the moment."

"I most certainly did not! You were the one who pushed me off –"

"Ah ah ah! You're the one who brought up Mace Windu, just when I was thinking about how I could tear those clothes off you, throw you down on the bed, and ravish every inch of you with my mouth until you scream out my name in that very sexy way that you do…" Anakin broke off to regain his focus, which was in serious danger of being lost. "And you throw Master Windu into that picture? That sort of thing could scar a young man for life, you know," Anakin countered.

Obi-Wan scowled, to cover the flush that had risen in his cheeks. He knew from experience the sinfully delicious things that Anakin did with his mouth….

Leaning forward to cross his arms on Anakin's knees, he adopted his most plaintive tone. "Is there any way I could make it up to you?" he smiled innocently, his eyes wicked and suggestive.

Anakin found it hard to breathe, but forced his voice to remain even. "No. Completely destroyed the mood. Now I want to watch the movie."

"You want to watch the movie," Obi-Wan repeated flatly.

"Yep," Anakin replied, dislodging his legs from under Obi-Wan's arms and drawing them up onto the couch. "It's just getting good." He leaned forward slightly, turning up the volume.

"Things were just 'getting good," Obi-Wan muttered in annoyance, as he clambered back onto the couch, retrieving his glass of liqueur from the side table and resting his had once more on Anakin's lap. It wasn't as comfortable, now that Anakin had shifted position. Obi-Wan wriggled around, trying to find a cosy spot to rest against.

"Stop fidgeting." Anakin said sharply.

END PART 2

Oh, Anakin can be such a tease when he wants to be! Hope that you're enjoying my sojurn into the fluffy side of fandom! Chapter three should be up... soon... I need to edit it a little more still. Chapter four - and the last chapter - is still in the works. So please review and help Xtine beat writer's block! Tell your friends! LOL, Just kidding on the last part...

Jedi Lovies to all!

Xtine