Hello! For the ship and kiss- Jangobi and a kiss out of jealousy/envy, please? Thank you <3
There was something beyond frustrating that it was this that made Jango jealous. He’d seen Obi-Wan flirt with untold number of people without so much of a twinge of jealousy, often more amused than anything else. He had dealt with Obi-Wan’s close relationships with Jango’s own clones with… all right, there had been some jealousy there, but Jango had worked through it before it had caused problems. He had gotten over the fact that Obi-Wan would never prioritize Jango, not really, not when his duty to the Republic and the Galaxy still existed.
Obi-Wan sat on the bridge of the deck meditating with Vos of all people and Jango… he was practically seething with jealousy.
Not that there was anything romantic about the situation. Obi-Wan considered Vos a good friend, trusted him beyond all doubt while simultaneously declaring him the most annoying man of his acquaintance.
And Obi-Wan shared a bond with him. A bond that Jango, as force sensitive as a particularly boring rock, could never share with Obi-Wan.
It had been one thing to deal with with Skywalker, but there was a parental element to that relationship that made it easy to deal with. And the other Jedi all seemed to have slight bonds, but Jango could deal with that as an organizational factor.
Obi-Wan had called it a pair bond. Jango hadn’t been particularly bothered. So, Obi-Wan had a psychic friend. And then Skywalker had gone on a rant about how he didn’t get why Obi-Wan would let Vos in so intimately and…
Well, that was about when Jango had started getting jealous.
Obi-Wan and Vos stirred on the deck of the ship and Jango startled. The two stood, talking to each other in low tones as they headed in his direction.
”—heading out tomorrow,” Vos said. “There’s some whispers in the outer rim about potential Sith involvement. Someone needs to check it out.”
“Be careful, Quin,” Obi-Wan said.
Vos smirked. “When am I ever?” He passed by Jango, turning his smirk on Jango for a moment in a way that looked all too knowing.
“Obi-Wan,” Jango interrupted. “We got some intel in. I thought we should take a look.”
Obi-Wan turned towards him. “Of course, priorities.” He looked at Quin. “Come see me before you leave,” Obi-Wan told him.
Vos sent a sloppy salute Obi-Wan’s direction before sauntering away.
Obi-Wan turned back to Jango. “All right, what do we—”
Jango leaned forward, tugging on Obi-Wan to manage a bruising kiss. Vos didn’t get to do this. Jango was the one who got to do this.
Obi-Wan sighed when he pulled back. ”Jango—“
“I know,” Jango said. “Just… Let me?”
Obi-Wan examined him. “Quinlan is dear to me.”
“I know,” Jango repeated. “I’ll work through it. But… but please, let me do this.”
A pause. Finally, Obi-Wan nodded. He leaned in, kissing Jango back. It was softer, gentler. “I love you, Jango Fett,” Obi-Wan told him. “Please… let that be enough.”
