Hello! If there's still space in the kiss meme queue, Kenfetti and 48? - Mills
Well... here I am a year and a half later...
Kiss 48 - Out of habit
Jango froze, halfway to the exit of the command room as he realized what he’d just done. It had been habit, something he had trained himself to do—if that training had been easier than it should have been, then Jango tried not to think about that—during the almost month long undercover position he had taken.
He’d just kissed Obi-Wan a temporary goodbye.
He turned slowly to look at Obi-Wan who seemed to have realized what had happened the same as Jango—and he had kissed back, Jango wasn’t the only one operating off of habit.
The command room had gone completely silent, a surprised shock taking hold. Jango quickly scanned the room to analyze reactions. From horrified shock, Skywalker, to resigned expectation, Commander Cody, it seemed everyone had an opinion.
Vos let out an amused cackle, which might very well be the worst possible reaction. “Don’t tell me you made someone else fall in love with you, Obi,” he said.
Jango wondered if it would be appropriate to throw him out of the airlock. Probably not, Jango acknowledged. Not that he was sure that would stop him. Especially since Vos was still laughing.
Obi-Wan cleared his throat. “Nonsense, Quinlan. Jango is still adjusting from our undercover venture. It was quite the show we were forced to put on. If you recall, you and I had our own difficulty readjusting when we returned from our own undercover assignment some years ago.”
Jango wasn’t sure what was worse, the thought of Obi-Wan and Vos doing the sort of things Obi-Wan had been doing with him, or the realization that Jango was genuinely bothered by it. He’d kissed Obi-Wan out of habit, not out of sentiment. Who cared if Obi-Wan had once had something—what if he still had something?—with Vos? Jango certainly didn’t.
…right?
No reason to be jealous of Obi-Wan’s past conquests. It wasn’t even a conquest, it had been a mission. And it wasn’t like Jango was Obi-Wan’s conquest, it had been a mission. A very successful mission, because neither Jango or Obi-Wan—and kriff, when had Kenobi become Obi-Wan and how had Jango not noticed?—were the sort to do anything poorly.
And if the extreme competence he’d had a front row seat on had given Jango some… new appreciation for Obi-Wan—Kenobi—then that was only reasonable.
“That helps your argument a lot less than you think it does,” Vos said cheerfully. His eyes were glittering with mirth as he looked at Jango. “Don’t worry, Fett. Loving Obi-Wan is only something you do for the rest of your life.”
“Quin,” Obi-Wan warned, while Jango pictured strangling Vos. “I believe we were in the middle of planning our approach of the Separatist forces. Leave Jango be.”
Jango wasn’t worse, the fact that he knew Vos wouldn’t believe either Jango or Obi-Wan when they said it was leftover habit from their undercover mission—it was, wasn’t it?—or the fact that Obi-Wan was so quick to dismiss it. Because if there had been any sentiment behind the habit… Did Obi-Wan feel it too?
Kriff. If Jango was even asking himself that question, then he was already in trouble.
