Padmé spills her drink on Obi-Wan's shirt. Modern day AU.

"I don't think that's the righ- oh, my God!" Padmé turned and promptly squealed as her drink splashed all over Obi-Wan's shirt. The caramel colored coffee she'd just taken a sip from now covered the majority of her friend's long sleeved henley. There was probably less than a tablespoon left in the cup.

"I'm so sorry!" She reached into her purse and dig out a few leftover napkins to dab at the stain. It was of no use, of course. The damage had already been done, but she felt like she needed to do something instead of gape at him like a fool.

Gently, Obi-Wan's hands covered hers with his. "Padmé, it's alright. This shirt is old and the coffee wasn't hot. In fact, I've started to warm up a bit." He sent her a smile and she knew he was trying to make her feel better.

"But it'll stain!" She didn't bother to wipe at the brown splotch now because his fingers had clasped hers. Oh, how large they were, she thought. His hand had callouses from hard work, but they were still soft and strong. I wonder how it would feel if he took me into his arms. A flush came on her cheeks. This was not the place to start daydreaming!

Padmé cleared her throat and tugged her hand away to wave at his shirt. "You won't be able to wear this again, though. Unless you want to set a new fashion trend of stained clothes."

"Considering the styles that are popular today, this shirt might fit in." He chuckled and proceeded to pull the shirt over his head, baring his chest to her.

To say that Padmé's eyeballs didn't grow the size of large gold pieces would be a lie. For a moment, she stuttered and stared at the sight of Obi-Wan's toned upper body that was just a few feet away from her.

Forcing herself to blink, she managed to croak out, "What are you doing?"

"Taking my shirt off. I thought that was obvious." He grinned and slung the shirt over his shoulder.

He was muscled, but not overly so, and the faint outline of his six pack - how on earth had he hidden that?! - was visible when he moved. A dusting of copperish hair covered his chest, but it was just enough hair to make him look sexy model and not like a grizzly bear.

"Y-you can't just walk around half naked in public!" She sounded outraged even though it was a struggle not to lick her lips at the delicious vision before her.

Obi-Wan just smiled good-naturedly at her. "Not to worry, Pad. People don't come into this store until it's past ten. The only person we've seen is Ahsoka and she was reading some sci-fi novel when we came in.." He started to walk down the aisle like nothing had happened.

Padmé stood for a second, unsure of what to do. Then she ran forward and grabbed his arm. "Look, I know you're not uncomfortable walking around bare chested, but think! Suppose someone does come in the store, sees you and calls the cops? You could get charged with public indecency, regardless of there being just a few people here."

In the back of her head, she cursed herself for saying this to him, but the logical part of her brain knew she had done the right thing. As much as she liked to see his glorious chest, he needed to put a shirt on as soon as possible and avoid any potential trouble with law enforcement.

With a sigh, Obi-Wan nodded. "You are correct, as usual." He took his shirt off his shoulder and pulled it back on. Padmé blew out a breath of disappointment as the lovely view had been covered. "I always keep an extra shirt in my car. I'll go get it and we can keep shopping, okay?" He touched her arm affectionately and jogged off.

She watched him go and when he was out of hearing distance, she let out a little scream and buried her face in her hands. It would take a long time before that image of Obi-Wan's shirtless chest would fade from her mind.