Anakin was melting.
He could feel the hot pulse throbbing on the side of his neck. There was a clear border where his hot flesh melded with the cold sweat just below the back of his hairline.
It felt like he'd just run a mile in the snow and was trying to force the sharp, painful air back into his lungs.
"Senator Kenobi-"
It came out more desperate than he'd initially intended it to.
Obi-Wan hummed. He looked pleased with his response.
"Yes, Anakin?"
The senator grazed his lips over Anakin's ear, hot breath right all up against that shit.
The sound that escaped him after that made for the single most embarrassing moment of his entire life.
"Oh." Anakin could hear the smirk in his voice. It was far too close to his ear. "And you sound pretty, too."
Obi-Wan's hands were on him.
Roaming over his chest momentarily before making their way down to his hips, grabbing onto them just like he had at the party.
He hadn't realized how much he'd missed that feeling. How much he'd been thinking about it. Feening for it.
Their bodies were close; blissfully touching.
Anakin felt as if every time their skin touched he was being burnt, scorched in small patches as their bodies melded together.
The very second his hands darted up to pull Obi-Wan closer, he spoke.
Stopping everything that was about to be before it could.
"We should get going. The rest of the senators must be wondering why we're taking so long."
Anakin's hands fell back to his sides, balling into fists as he stared at the man in front of him, who looked as smug as ever.
Obi-Wan was wearing a simple outfit. Some tan colored pants with a tucked in white shirt. There was a dark brown peacoat overtop of it all, which reached down to his mid thigh, completing his ensemble.
He reached into that coat, pulling out a colorful little box.
Anakin didn't move.
Next, Obi-Wan reached into the opposite side of the coat, rummaging through some kind of inside pocket before pulling out a lighter. A fancy one. It was silver and had some designs on it.
Anakin knew exactly what kind of sound it would make.
"You smoke?" Anakin, the boy fucking genius, had figured that one out all on his own.
Obi-Wan had settled a cigarette into his mouth by that time, the little box had disappeared back into his pocket, and the lighter was in between his fingers.
He opened it up and the sound it made forced a chill through Anakin.
He hadn't realized just how nice Obi-Wan's hands were until that moment.
Strong and elegant and he wanted nothing more than for the senator to shove those elegant, regal fingers right up his-
"It's better than deathsticks." Obi-Wan shrugged, lighting his cigarette.
There was a silence. The only sound was the senator's soft inhale, followed by an exhale, sending the smoke out his nostrils. He didn't remove the cigarette when he exhaled for the first time.
Anakin thought that was hot.
Extremely hot.
Blisteringly, stupidly hot.
Putting away his lighter, he finally looked back up at said horny boy.
He must've been blushing. He knew he was. Because of fucking course he had to be.
"After you spend your whole life following a strict code filled with rules and other nonsense, it only comes naturally to want to break a few, Anakin."
Anakin felt like clay.
He was putty, wanting to be molded by Obi-Wan in any way that he wanted.
Obi-Wan made him want to break rules.
Obi-Wan made him blush.
Obi-Wan made him question everything he'd ever known.
"We should go." Anakin finally spoke up, his voice low, thick with uncertainty and painful obligation.
Obi-Wan smiled, pulling the cigarette out between two of his fingers and exhaling a puff of smoke, smooth and practiced.
"Just don't tell anyone I was smoking in here. They do hate it when I do that." He chuckled, returning the cigarette back to his mouth before heading towards the door, glancing back to see if Anakin was following. He knew he was.
Because of course he was.
In the short time it took the two of them to arrive, Anakin had become accustomed to, and even grew to enjoy the smell of cigarette smoke.
The fucking walk to the dining hall was, in reality, very short.
Though, Anakin would fight anyone who said it took them less than exactly twenty-seven horny years to get there.
Obi-Wan smoked along the way, one hand in his pocket while he used the opposite one to knock off his ash every once in a while.
It was fucking hot.
"Just down here, Anakin. I believe we'll be discussing my travels and where you'll be accompanying me over dinner with the Galactic Senate." Obi-Wan explained, not looking at Anakin as they walked.
"Where are we going?" Anakin responded, looking at Obi-Wan as they walked.
"A few places. Though, I'm not exactly sure how long we'll be gone." He smiled for a moment before dropping his cigarette, stepping on it and twisting his foot for good measure.
What kinda hot leather dress shoe bullshit-
"We've really got to work on your staring." Obi-Wan chuckled, eyes suddenly on the Jedi. "It's not a great look for you. And, though I enjoy the slight ego-boost, a Jedi shouldn't let his guard down, Anakin."
No longer stupidly looking at Obi-Wan's shoes, he stupidly looked at Obi-Wan right in his stupid, hot face.
The two of them looked at each other for a moment.
Obi-Wan looked amused. Anakin was flustered and a bit mortified.
"Obi-Wan, Anakin!" That same auburn haired woman from earlier interrupted the moment. "Dinner is being served. Please, come inside." She smiled.
"Oh, lovely. What are we being served, Mon?" Obi-Wan returned her smile, eagerly following her inside the hall, seemingly forgetting completely about Anakin.
Anakin did not like that.
Mon Mothma, who Anakin had figured out the random senator was, led the two of them inside and starting rambling off about the food they were having for dinner.
Anakin did not like her.
Somewhat because she seemed a little too much like she'd never been off Coruscant, somewhat because Obi-Wan was entirely too close to her for his liking.
"-And we'll finish with dessert, of course-"
"You do love your sweets."
Mon swatted at Obi-Wan playfully as he feigned a major injury, laughing as they joked around casually.
Obi-Wan took his seat near Mon while Anakin looked around for an empty seat and, thankfully, there was one open next to Padmé. She must've been saving him one. Bless her heart.
Thank fuck she was there.
Anakin was a mess.
He let out some kind of exhausted breath as he basically fell into the seat next to Padmé.
She laughed.
"Ani," Padmé grabbed his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "How did it go? You were nice, right? I know that you haven't seen him in years and probably didn't think you would again but-"
"Why didn't you tell me?" Anakin sounded exhausted.
He fucking was.
"He's a private guy. And a senator. Those things don't exactly mix, you know that. It's not my place to gossip about who I work with." Padmé reasoned.
"But it's him."
"I know." Padmé sighed, looking down at her plate.
Some people around the room were bringing in various foods and setting it on the table in front of them.
The senators started filling their plates, idly making chit chat with the others around them.
Mon spoke again when everyone had finished getting their fair share of dinner, her voice now loud enough so that the whole of the table could hear her.
"I would like to formally introduce the Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker." Mon told the group of people, gesturing towards said Jedi Knight.
Anakin wasn't even paying attention.
He was staring.
Across the table.
Right where you fucking know he was.
Obi-Wan was staring back, stroking his nicely groomed beard idly, smirking.
Fuck.
So that's how it's gonna be, huh?
"As we all know, there was a threat made against Senator Kenobi. Recently, at a Naboo Masquerade, Senator Amidala was approached and questioned about him. For these reasons, we've decided to assign Anakin as Senator Kenobi's Jedi Protector."
It looked like Obi-Wan was holding back a laugh.
A chuckle, at least.
"Anakin will be accompanying him on his journey to the planet Ryloth to negotiate the terms of their possible addition to the Corellian Run trade route."
Anakin had never been to Ryloth.
He'd heard things, of course.
Located in the Outer Rim. Homeworld of the Twi'lek. Inhabited by all kinds of very dangerous things.
"It shouldn't take long. I have a feeling that negotiations will be short." Senator Kenobi added, cutting up whatever hunk of meat he'd chosen for dinner, as well as some fresh vegetables. "The flight itself will take a few days, though. We should be back in a week, if all goes well." He licked his lips. "And if it doesn't, my Jedi Protector will have to prove how good he is."
"We imagine it will. They seemed very open to the idea of a new addition to the trade route." Mon replied, happily starting on her own meal.
The remainder of the dinner consisted of small talk and inappropriate staring.
Obi-Wan and Anakin didn't speak.
The former kept up some small talk with the group of senators around he and Mon, while the latter mumbled words of acknowledgment to Padmè as she blubbered on about all kinds of things he didn't care much about.
To be perfectly honest he was busy imagining himself in some kind of sexual predicament with the senator across the table.
Obi-Wan would look at him every once in a while, give him the slight satisfaction before ripping his eyes away and casually talking to another Important Person.
He had so many things he wanted to ask him.
Talk to him about.
Learn from him.
Soon enough dessert was served. Some kind of fluffy chocolate looking mush.
Anakin finished his first, because what the fuck are table manners, you just served me some kind of delicious pudding and I am going to slurp it up in 0.2 seconds.
The table was probably too busy babbling about trade stuff to notice.
Anakin looked up.
Obi-Wan was the one staring at him now.
Well, come to think of it, the entire table was looking at him.
But, to be fair, Anakin was a fucking animal when it came to pudding.
He totally had chocolate all over his mouth.
"I, uh—"
"Anakin," Obi-Wan interrupted. "I don't believe anyone here is familiar with the customs of your home planet. It is normal for your kind to behave this way when it comes to desserts, is it not? A dessert like this would be rare on Tatooine, yes?" He paused, smirking slightly.
"What the fuck are yo—Yes! Yes. This is how we eat dessert on Tatooine. Forgive me, senators. The Jedi have scolded me in the past for forgetting my table manners like this, though I seem to have forgotten." Anakin exclaimed, quickly (for him) realizing what Obi-Wan was getting at.
It was quiet for a few moments.
"I see." Mom spoke up, looking down at her bowl for a moment. "Well, Anakin is our guest. It would be best for us to honor is customs."
And, with that, Senator Mon Mothma took her bowl into her hands and raised it to her lips, sucking down her pudding with one of the worst sounds Anakin had ever heard.
In the next few moments, the rest of the table, save Padmé Amidala The Wise, did the same.
He felt Padmè's eyes on him, judging him for everything he was worth.
Obi-Wan was doing his best not to laugh. His mouth was knit closed in a tight smile.
"Please, excuse me." He managed to get out, removing his napkin from his lap and setting it into the table as he stood.
All the senators looked up at him at once, mouths covered in chocolate.
Obi-Wan snorted.
Anakin stood, making his way over to Obi-Wan, laughing to himself as the two of them exited the room.
He was his Jedi Protector, after all. He had to go everywhere with him.
"Oh Force, did you see the look on Bail's face?" Obi-Wan laughed, grinning as the two of them walked down a hallway.
"Which one was that?" Anakin asked, smiling as he looked over at Obi-Wan.
"Human at the end of the table." He mumbled in response. "You really don't know much about the other senators, do you?"
"I'm not brave enough for politics." Anakin responded, shrugging. "I don't have much time to do much research, either. With all my missions it's hard to get any free time."
Obi-Wan glanced around before stopping altogether.
Anakin stopped as well, on his imaginary protect-this-hot-dude chain.
"What's wrong?"
Obi-Wan licked his lips.
"You still have chocolate on your face." He stated, tilting his head in that stupid way.
Anakin opened his mouth to speak.
Obi-Wan guided Anakin up against the nearest wall.
Anakin swallowed hard, feeling his heart starting to thump faster and faster, shivers running up his spine.
"Yeah… Ancient Tatooine custom. Gotta leave the pudding there for at least three days or, like, a Sarlacc comes and fuckin' eats you. Or something." The Jedi managed to get out.
"So creative." The senator praised.
"Thank you."
A moment passed.
Obi-Wan's fingers roamed over Anakin's Jedi robes, feeling the uncomfortable fabric and humming softly.
"What are you doing?" Anakin finally asked.
"Thinking." Obi-Wan responded simply.
"About what?" He asked curiously.
"I can't decide how I'm going to get that chocolate off your face yet. I can't have you walking around here with me like some kind of little pig boy."
"Well, there's got to be a fresher nearby. I'll go wipe it—"
"I'm deciding whether to kiss you or not." Obi-Wan had to say, because Anakin was literally a fucking idiot.
Anakin's eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat.
Obi-Wan smirked.
"Go clean up, Anakin." He stepped back, freeing the Jedi. "Go back to your quarters and pack a bag, we leave for Ryloth today. My ship is on Landing Pad X4578H56, meet me there in an hour."
And, with that, Obi-Wan was off walking in the opposite direction, leaving a horny little pig boy in the dirt, speechless and utterly confused.