Author: TemporaryUniverse
Summary: A month ago, Quinlan and Obi-Wan defeated the Sith Lord and ended the war. Now, they get to enjoy their happily ever after.
Character(s): Quinlan Vos, Obi-Wan Kenobi
Word Count: 1251

Quinlan stretched languidly, feeling like a tooka waking from a long nap. Beside him, Obi-Wan grumbled and shoved his head under a pillow.

"Fresher," Quin murmured, pressing a kiss to his lover's bare shoulder.

Obes mumbled something back, muffled by the pillow, and didn't move. Quinlan smiled fondly, and slid off the bed, padding to the fresher. After he had relieved himself, he washed his hands and glanced at himself in the mirror. The yellow qukuuf slashed across his face was as bright as ever, and he traced his fingers across it. The rest of his face had changed over the years, so many wrinkles lining the corners of his eyes and his forehead now, his age etched into his features. But he still looked better than he had during the war. Less tired. Less soulsick. He felt it too. Now that the war was over, he was healing. The Jedi as a whole were healing.

He brushed his fingertips over the lightning scars that bolted across his neck and down his chest, a stark reminder of how close he had come to death that day. The day when everything he loved had nearly been brought to ruin.

Enough dwelling on the past. Quinlan shook himself and sighed. He exited the fresher, and was unsurprised when a pair of arms draped over his shoulders, one of them holding a cane, a body pressing up against his back.

"You didn't come back to bed," Obi-Wan complained in his ear. Quinlan huffed out a laugh and turned around to face him, and Obi-Wan gladly leaned in for a kiss.

Their lips met softly, sweetly as Quin returned the kiss with enthusiasm. He didn't try to deepen it, it wasn't meant to be sensual or stir anything, it was simply a gesture of affection. A morning greeting.

"I got caught up thinking," Quinlan said when they parted.

"Quinlan Vos thinking?" Obi-Wan chuckled. "The galaxy better watch out."

Quinlan kissed him again because Obi-Wan was never more beautiful than when he had a twinkle of humor in his bright, blue eyes. It had grown more and more rare during the war, and he was glad to see it make a reappearance.

"First meal?" Obi-Wan asked, giving him a final peck on the lips before pulling away.

"You do love me," Quinlan grinned.

Obi-Wan's expression turned soft and sad, and Quin knew he was thinking about the same thing Quin had been minutes ago.

"Of course, I do, you sap," Obes said affectionately. "How do flatcakes sound?"

"You know I always enjoy your cooking," Quin replied. "Need any help?"

"Only if you don't get in the way."

"I wouldn't dare." He had long since learned that Obi-Wan was very particular in the kitchen. He liked things to be just so and was rather… bossy when cooking. Quinlan didn't mind it; he was perfectly happy to take direction and stay on the sidelines when he wasn't on a mission.

They moved together into the kitchenette and Obi-Wan started pulling ingredients out while Quin collected the bowls and cooking implements.

Obi-Wan put him to work slicing fruit while he mixed the batter and fried up the flatcakes. Watching him hum as he flipped cakes, swaying to a rhythm in his head, even as he held himself up with one hand on the counter so he didn't have to put too much weight on his bum knee, Quinlan felt a wave of fondness for the man.

He had never thought he would get this. The two of them had been friends with benefits—and such great benefits they were—since they were teens, and Quinlan had never dared to imagine them as more than that, but the end of the war had changed many things, most of all their priorities. Once Palpatine had been defeated and they had both been released from the Halls of Healing, Quinlan and Obi-Wan had fallen into bed together for some truly spectacular, life-affirming sex, and they had both decided that life was too short to not make the most of their happiness, and that was that. Obi-Wan had moved in, claimed half of the bed, and slotted himself into this new place Quinlan's life like he had always been there.

Quin didn't regret it at all.

Obi-Wan glanced over at him, innocent confusion in his face.

"Quin? Everything okay?"

So maybe he had been a bit obvious with his staring. But how could he not stare, honestly.

"Everything's perfect, Obes," he replied. "I just… love you too."

"I never doubted." Obi-Wan's eyes softened. Then he smiled and it was like looking at the stars. "I'm glad we finally got our act together."

"Aayla would agree with you," Quinlan laughed. "I think she's been waiting for us to get together since she met us."

"How are she and Bly, by the way?" Obi-wan went back to flipping flatcakes, but Quin pushed aside the bowl of cut-up fruit and leaned against the counter.

"It's a secret, so don't tell anyone, but Aay's proposing to her this taungsday." His former Padawan had only told him her plans last night, which involved taking Bly up to the Temple rooftop garden with a bottle of wine and a picnic dinner and watching the moons rise. She had showed Quinlan the ring and it was gorgeous, a golden band with a citrine gem the exact color of the 327th Star Corps paint. Bly was going to love it.

"Oh, that's wonderful! Good for them."

"Speaking of Padawans… how are Anakin and Padmé?"

He saw Obi-Wan's shoulders slump the slightest bit, and a flash of an expression pass over his features that Quin couldn't get a read on.

"They are moving to Naboo with the children. Padmé didn't want to raise them on Coruscant, and has stepped down from her Senate seat so she can return home to be near the rest of her family."

"And Anakin's okay with this?" He had a hard time seeing the spunky, adventurous boy he'd known for ten years as a house husband, but he supposed stranger things had happened. Like the Chancellor being a Sith Lord.

"He already left the Order. And I think he would follow Padmé anywhere." That, Quinlan could see. Anakin was certainly infatuated with her.

"How do you feel about this?"

"I'm happy for them," Obi-Wan replied, but his smile didn't reach his eyes.

Oh dear. Quinlan sidled up behind him and wrapped arms around his waist, resting his chin on his partner's shoulder.

"You don't have to lie, Obes."

"I'm not lying," Obi-Wan protested, even though he leaned back against Quin. "I am happy for them, truly, I will just… miss them is all."

"Y'know, I bet the Council would give us another month off so we could go visit."

A laugh.

"Quin, they already gave us a month off."

"To heal! Not as a vacation. Besides, we would deserve it after all of the saving-the-galaxy kark we did."

He felt Obi-Wan's chuckle against his ribs.

"That we would. Alright, you win. We can take a trip to Naboo."

Quinlan gave him a peck on the cheek.

"I knew you'd see it my way. Those flatcakes almost ready?"

"Last flip," Obi-Wan replied.

"I'll put on the tea, then."

"Thank you, my dear."

Obi-Wan turned his head for a kiss and Quin gladly gave it to him. In that moment, life was perfect and Quinlan couldn't help but think he might just be the luckiest being in the galaxy.