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[bi-wan]

"You wanted to see me, Senator Skywalker?"

The heavy door of the apartment opens easily under his hand, his gaze going immediately to the lean figure standing next to the large windows. The colours of the sunset bathe the seemingly relaxed shoulders on the senator beautifully, even half covered in a heavy robe.

"Just 'Anakin' is fine." The man says as he turns, revealling a much less conservative outfit than the one he saw him wearing at the senate floor. Gone are the layers of dark fabric that accentuated his broad shoulders, replaced by a tight top that allows him to show off his tight stomach, his golden skin. His baggy pants resting so low on his hips Obi-Wan can clearly appreciate the gorgeous indent of his hip bones.

Obi-Wan had never felt his mouth water this fast in his life.

"Senator Anakin" his mouth provides helpfully, speaking out of habit, because his brain is definitely not the one helping now. He has the pleasure of seeing his stomach ripple as Senator Skywalker laughs at his small attempts to keep some modicum of distance.

"Padmé told me you were funny." The man adds, motioning for him to get closer. He hadn't noticed his placement next to the window was strategic, until the warm light of the setting sun kissed the side of his face. Now it seemed painfully obvious how Anakin had looked for a warmth source, like a loth-cat on a roof.

"Why did you call me here, Senator?" He insists, feeling the need to get it out of the way before he starts noticing more things about his companion. The knowledge of exactly what shade of blue Anakin's eyes are this up close will haunt him for days to come.

Maybe months.

"I've heard you have some experience in dealing with the Hutts," Anakin says, disdain clear in his voice even as he pronounces the name of the former ruler of Tatooine in anything but the title. "and I need your help."

"The Jedi will aid you in anything the senate deems necessary" Obi-Wan offers immediately, his brow furrowing. The senator shouldn't (wouldn't) have called him personally here if he wanted help from the Jedi, much less talked to him. He should have requested a meeting with—

"And wait years for these old fucks to decide on whether a tiny planet of the outer rim needs help?" Anakin laughs, his tone both disbelieving and disdainful. His eyes are wild as he gets closer, his face inches away. "No, Master Kenobi — Obi-Wan," the senator corrects himself, his hands going to rest over the jedi's crossed arms. "You are going to help me take the Hutts down. Just you and me."

Obi-Wan doesn't need to have the gift of foresight to know that he is going to help this gorgeous man in front of him.

Shit, he is, isn't he. He is going to help Anakin Skywalker, senator of the Republic, the Huttslayer, marksman extraordinaire, take down one of the most famous crime families in the Galaxy. Obi-Wan is fucked.

Quinlan would be so proud of him.

[bi-wan]

Comfort

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker

Rating: T

Word count: 508

Summary: Obi-Wan comes back from an awful mission in the Outer Rim.

It's not usually like this. 

He is older, more experienced – the one who is almost always in control (or at least painfully aware) of his emotions, enough that they don't overcome him and he is able to go on and be the pillar that the men under his command need. 

But after a grueling mission out in the confines of the outer rim, finally back on Coruscant, he can do nothing more than sit on the sofa and stare blankly at the colours of the sunset tinting the walls orange. He is not really here, now. His mind is still replaying the sounds of his men crying in pain, trying to survive on the muddy terrain where they had been ambushed. 

Moving out of there was urgent; they had no time. 

His hand strokes his beard just to feel something under his calloused fingers, tender from how hard he had been gripping the saber, ferociously blocking and misdirecting blasts from the enemy. He could still smell the ozone around him, each shot whistling just past his ear, close enough to feel the heat almost burning his skin. 

It was a miracle of the force that so many had come out alive from that battle. So many had died anyway. 

"Master?" 

He looked up, not even having noticed when Anakin entered the room. The breath of fresh air he brought with him was slowly dissipating the silent, black clouds that had been growing in the force with his thoughts. 

"When did you come back?" his former padawan questioned, in some impossible tone that combined excitement and reproach. Anakin sat next to him, his curls bouncing as he did, his clever eyes piercing his very soul in an attempt to gauge his mood. 

"Just a few hours ago." he muttered, the closeness making it unnecessary to raise his voice. 

His hand only had to go mid-way, Anakin's warm hand finding him before it could land on the younger man's thigh, so perfectly attuned to his movement as in every other moment. It didn't matter if they were on the battlefield, on the training mat, or in bed; Anakin would always match his energy, challenge him, support him, see him. 

And, to his shame, he could see his frayed ends. He could probably taste how raw his emotions were in the force. 

"That bad, huh?" He commented back, understanding viscerally of the process he was going through. It was often the other way around; Anakin would be the one to desperately curl around his master's frame, wandering hands and desperate kisses, pushing him to be rougher, to thrust harder, to make him feel alive under Obi-Wan's loving hands. 

Not this time. 

This time it was Anakin who brought him close, made him lay his head on his broad, strong shoulder, while leaving reverent, adoring kisses on the hand he had caught, caressing each tender spot with his lips. Words escaped him, as any protest or objection, each one washed away by every caress his dearest blessed him with. 

It was enough. 

[bi-wan]

your little ficlet with your senator anakin drawing was so good! do you have an ao3?

Dear anon!

You're very sweet for asking. This morning I had one only for saving my favourite fics, and now I have added the two things I've written so far. They're small ficlets.

It probably wasn't your intention, but it encouraged me. Thank you so much 💜.

Here it is