Phoenix Red Lion: I was drinking it at the time, which was my inspiration, yes. Mozart White Chocolate Liqueur… I have yet to find it in Canada… growl. I'm glad that this one is living up to your expectations, since it's the first time I've done something like this!
Vee: Yeah, I had a case of déjà vu when you had Windu kill the mood in your story, since I'd written this a few hours earlier. Well, you know what they say about great minds, eh? Ewan singing does rock. It makes me all giggly and swoony... so of course Obi-Wan had to do it!
LadyLina: I may just bust out my rusty drawing skills and do that picture! Glad it appealed to you! LOL! Hope the continued Jedi Lovin' continues to please! I am a weird one for food combinations.. popcorn and liqueur, lemon tea and tostitos chips with salsa... (laughs). That's just me beign an odd one though. Somehow, I don't think that Anakin minds, and Obi-Wan's probably not eating the popcorn too much... too uncivilised a food for him!
Alchemy: SO DID NOT INTEND THAT! Seriously! I didn't! Really! LOL….
Pershin: Ahh… yes, they are indeed hot! Glad that the chemistry is to your liking!
Aryll: It's fun to write too. (smile)
Childish Whisper: Hope you like the update!
Dark Girl: Here's the update for you! It's nice to write this, yes, and it's even nicer to know that it's appreciated by fans, even those who love angst as much as I do. Sometimes, you really do need a good fluff. Hope that you like the chapter!
Liana: Yes, and I shall continue to be a tease as well! Mwahahah! Hope you like the new chapter, babe, more HJL coming right up!
Temple Mistress: Hugs, smooches, and fanatical adoration! "The line" is for you – I tweaked it a little bit more; hope it meets with your approval! What else can I say, except that I LOVE YOU! Hee hee hee. I'll go continue the email frenzy now... lol
Enjoy the instalment, everybody, and please don't forget to review!
PART 3
Obi-Wan was bored. He was bored and almost all of the chocolate liqueur was gone – the bottles were barely big enough for more than two glasses. Rationally, he knew that he could go and find something else to do, rather than watching this movie that was little more than an assault on his senses. The torrid love affair was completely ridiculous to him.
But Anakin's lap was so cozy, and he loved the way the younger Jedi was absent-mindedly stroking his hair. Made him so delightfully sleepy…
However, the Sith-cursed characters in that thrice-damned film kept singing just when he was on the point of slumber. The fact that the songs were extremely catchy didn't help, either. They infiltrated his mind sinuously, trying to coax Obi-Wan into singing along. Which, of course, he would never do. Not in front of Anakin; Obi-Wan knew he had a terrible voice. Add to that Anakin's passion for anything musical (though the younger man would whine and bitch about watching such a movie, Obi-Wan knew it was just for appearances), and Obi-Wan knew that demonstrating his utter lack of talent in that arena would be a huge mistake. There could be no greater turn-off to a music-lover than to hear a voice that was unbearably off-key. Besides, Anakin had told him on no few occasions that his speaking voice was sexy… Obi-Wan preferred that that illusion was maintained. He would never live down the teasing, otherwise.
But he was sorely tempted when Anakin started quietly humming along to one of the songs. How seductive it would be to press his voice against that of his lover and friend, wrapping them together in a seamless harmony, a dance of give and take as palpable as physical contact.
'Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste,
It all revolves around you.'
It did. His life was nothing more than Anakin; being with Anakin, thinking about Anakin, every moment of every single day. Utter bliss, a haven in the maelstrom of war that was consuming the galaxy…
'And there's no mountain too high, no river too wide,
Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side.
Storm clouds may gather, and stars may collide…'
Obi-Wan mouthed the next words along with the main character, turning his face slightly to press a kiss against Anakin's leg.
'But I love you, until the end of time.'
Anakin's hand stilled on Obi-Wan's hair. "What is it?"
Obi-Wan smiled faintly. "Nothing…"
Frowning, Anakin deliberately scooped up another handful of popcorn, holding it threateningly over Obi-Wan. "Tell me…."
"Anakin, really, there was nothing…it was nothing!" Obi-Wan explained hurriedly, trying not to flinch.
"Hmm…" Anakin considered. "I think you're lying." So saying, he opened his hand and let the popcorn fall on Obi-Wan's face. The Jedi Master recoiled instinctively, shaking his head as the greasy kernels bounced off his skin.
Anakin laughed until Obi-Wan, with a swift flick of his wrist, splattered the contents of his glass over Anakin's face and bare chest. Licking his lips to catch the sweet alcoholic drink, Anakin blinked to clear it away from his eyes.
"I can't believe you just wasted something chocolaty," his voice carried an undercurrent of thinly-veiled amusement, as though he was trying not to smirk.
Obi-Wan winced, pained, pausing in his attempts to finger-comb the popcorn from his hair and from where some had slipped down into the collar of his robes. "I can't believe it either." He picked up the bottle, shook it hopefully, and peered down its neck. Nothing. Not a drop left.
To add insult to injury, and much to the Jedi Master's chagrin, however, the impromptu food-fight did not lead to passionate making-out, culminating in the two of them abandoning the movie for the bedroom. Instead, Anakin grabbed the cloth he'd been using to wipe his fingers from the salty popcorn and mopped himself off.
Obi-Wan growled to himself. There was just no getting through to some people….
'These silly writers let their imaginations run away with them. Now, why don't you and I have a little supper, and then afterwards we can let Monsieur Zidler know how we would prefer the story to end, hmm?'
Well. Two could play at that game.
"You're right," Obi-Wan said abruptly, gesturing with his chin at the screen. "She is absolutely gorgeous. Who's the actress?"
"Why do you care?" Anakin sounded only vaguely interested.
Obi-Wan smiled wolfishly, eyes crinkling at the edges. Oh, but he would enjoy this… "While your taste in women might run to Senators, Anakin, I prefer women with a little more…class."
Anakin's hand stilled on Obi-Wan's hair. "I wasn't aware that you had a preference when it came to women…."
Obi-Wan shrugged. "If you would be so kind as to tell me her name, I'm sure I can put the Jedi archives to good use finding out more about her…."
Silently, he counted to five in his head. Before he had even reached four, Anakin was speaking again with quiet menace.
"You think she's sexier than I am?"
Obi-Wan repressed a snort of laughter with some difficulty, turning over onto his back to regard Anakin apologetically. "I never said that…" he let his voice trail off suggestively, his eyes stealing back to the screen.
Anakin frowned. "But you were thinking it."
Obi-Wan gestured fatalistically. "I suppose I'm just attracted to redheads –"
Those delightfully pouty red lips depressed into a frown.
Before Obi-Wan could react, their positions were reversed somehow, his arms were pinned to the armrest of the couch by Anakin's cybernetic hand, and the younger Jedi's lithe form was stretched out on top of him.
Still scowling magnificently, Anakin slid his left hand into Obi-Wan's robes, loosening the fabric and making the Jedi Master gasp as he rolled a nipple between thumb and forefinger.
"Now who's sexier?" Anakin whispered softly.
Force, Anakin knew just where to touch, where to tease. Obi-Wan felt his body responding automatically to the younger Jedi's commanding touch. But he couldn't pass up this rare opportunity to bait Anakin a little more. Really, the little bugger deserved it; stars knew how many times Obi-Wan had been on the receiving end of this kind of torment. Feigning indifference to that enticing physical contact, he rolled his eyes in mock-boredom. "No… it's not that. It's just that your hand is really cold," he stated blandly.
Anakin's face coloured instantly. Sith but he was gorgeous when he was riled up, Obi-Wan noted with a smile. But he didn't want to have his lover upset, not when they were having their first free evening together in Force knew how long.
Tilting his head to one side, relenting, Obi-Wan smiled gently at Anakin. "I'm only teasing."
Anakin's scowl remained firmly in place, but now his eyes were glinting mischievously. "I think you need to be punished for that, Master."
Obi-Wan raised one eyebrow. That sounded awfully kinky… and like a promising end to their evening. He arched his hips forward to press against the heat of Anakin's body, guessing – correctly – that that would be answer enough.
Anakin pushed Obi-Wan's robes apart to trace his mouth over his Master's bare chest, covering every inch of exposed skin with kisses. Obi-Wan sighed in contented response, running his hands down over Anakin's back, and up to tangle in that mass of blonde curls that he adored.
Anakin hesitated, eyeing Obi-Wan with a crooked smile. "You know, I think you're enjoying this too much for it to be a punishment…"
"Not at all," Obi-Wan replied blithely, "this headrest is making my neck ache abominably."
"Mmm…" Anakin murmured against Obi-Wan's skin, "I think that you should have to…sing. Yes. You have to sing something. That will be your punishment."
"S-sing..?" Obi-Wan stammered, unable to focus clearly with Anakin's mouth unerringly seeking out every sensitive point on his body from long habituation. "Ana-Anakin… you know that I don't…"
"I know. That's why it's a punishment."
"More for you than for me, wouldn't you think?"
"You never know…."
"Anakin, please," Obi-Wan caught the younger Jedi's face in his hands, forcing Anakin to look at him. "I'll do anything except that."
"Anything…?"
"Within reason, of course."
Anakin growled. "You always say that…"
"That's because the last time we played this game, you wanted me to tell Chancellor Palpatine that he…" Obi-Wan bit his lip, calling to mind the exact words. "…that he was 'fucking hot' and that I "wouldn't mind guarding his body anytime…' something like that?"
"You didn't do the voice," Anakin mock-pouted.
"Dear Force, I'm in love with a five-year-old."
Anakin smiled, leaning in to press his lips against Obi-Wan's own. "I'm sure I can come up with something for you to do later…."
Obi-Wan nuzzled Anakin's neck. "I'm sure you will…" he turned his face to meet Anakin's again, drawing him into a deeper kiss….
'Never fall in love with a woman who sells herself, it always ends bad!'
Both Jedi jumped in surprise at the character's sudden yell, foreheads slamming together painfully.
"What the Sith was that?" Anakin exclaimed in annoyance, raising his head to glare at the screen.
Obi-Wan rubbed at his forehead ruefully. "An oversight. Just ignore it; we can mute the damn thing…"
"No, wait." Anakin sat up, peering at the screen, where a woman stood in a spotlight in a dark room. "This looks kind of interesting."
Obi-Wan arched his eyebrows. "That looks interesting now?"
"Shh," Anakin waved one hand at him, distracted.
The music on the screen broke into a compelling tango. Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes in frustration as Anakin distractedly pulled away from him to better see the movie.
'First, there is desire. Then, passion. Then suspicion.. . .jealousy, anger. . .'
"Isn't he an amazing dancer?" Anakin enthused, leaning forward to rest his chin on his hands. "And whoever that actor is that plays Christian…" he whistled softly.
Well, jealousy is just about right… Obi-Wan mused angrily, swinging himself off the couch to stalk from the room.
"Obi-Wan, where are you going…?"
He turned at Anakin's voice, but the younger man still had his eyes fixed on the screen as though he couldn't tear them away for a single instant.
"If you think they're so sexy, you can fuck one of them, Anakin. I'm going to bed," he snapped, the words coming out harsher than he had wanted.
Anakin didn't even reply, curled up in his blanket and watching the dancers on screen. Obi-Wan instantly wanted to repent of his brusque departure, to cuddle up next to the younger man's body, feeling the warmth of his skin, the sound of his heartbeat….
He slammed the door to their bedroom behind him.
END PART THREE!
Anakin really is just a little kid at heart, isn't he? LOL. I'll try to get the next chapter written fairly quickly to keep up with you awesome reviewers!
Xtine