Title: Confined (to Quarters)
Author: Kaylie Malinza
Rating: PG-13
Archive: Sure. Yes. I'd be pleased.
Category: First-Time.
Warnings: Teenage "wit" and subsequent embarassment
Summary: Anakin's a bastard, Obi-Wan's a prude.

"Padawan."

"Yes?"

The words hung there, sounding like another other pair would say them. Sounding like the normal interaction that happened everyday in quarters all over the Temple, and in its halls and classrooms. The Master's call of authority; the Padawan's respectful reply.

Obi-Wan Kenobi looked at his apprentice standing in the grey dawn light with one hand on his bedroom door, boots in hand and his shirt misbuttoned, his Padawan braid frizzed and crooked and thought: Respectful, indeed.

Anakin smiled innocently at his master.

"Yes, Master? You told me not to read minds, so you'll have to tell me." Kenobi didn't crack a smile. Anakin tried again.

"Are you rescheduling our sparring session? Because I'd like to get some sleep beforehand. So I can concentrate and do well." Kenobi didn't bat an eye; he continued to stare at Anakin, arms folded and his bearded mouth set in the ubiquitous thin line of disapproval.

"I'm restricting you to quarters for three weeks," he said, and walked away. Please, please obey me....

Anakin sighed and went into his room. It was too late for this sort of thing. He looked at the clock. Or too early, he amended. He was asleep before his body hit the bed.

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Obi-Wan Kenobi sat in his favorite chair, trying to concentrate on the datapad he was holding despite the loud noises emanating from his Padawan's room.

"Master!"

"I'm right in here Padawan," he said evenly. "Do not shout across the quarters like that."

"Ok. Sorry, Master," came the shouted response. Obi-Wan sighed.

Anakin came into the common room with all the pomp and racket of the young. He caught sight of Obi-Wan and cocked his head to the side like a curious dog.

"I didn't know you wore glasses," he said.

"Sometimes. When my eyes are tired," said Obi-Wan. Anakin tilted his head to the other side, squinting his eyes in thought.

"I like them," he pronounced finally. "They make you look bookish but, well, you are. Do we have any food?" he asked brightly.

"Yes, Padawan, in the place where food goes. Which is, surprisingly, in the kitchen and not under your bed," said Obi-Wan. Anakin had the decency to look sheepish.

"Right. Sorry," he said, and went into the kitchen.

Bookish, thought Obi-Wan. Bookish?

Anakin came in with a sandwich and seated himself on the footstool, staring at Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan sighed and put the datapad down.

"Yes, Anakin?"

"Can I go out tonight?"

"No. I restricted you to quarters."

"But that was a week ago!"

"And you're restricted for two weeks more."

Anakin frowned and took a bite of sandwich.

"Master, don't you think.... I mean, the transgression wasn't that bad. I only came home late once."

"Once a night, you mean." Obi-Wan ignored Anakin's indignant, innocent expression. Anakin sputtered for a moment, then decided to try another tack.

"Master, you don't understand!" he said, throwing his arm dramatically across his eyes.

"Of course I understand. I was seventeen once."

"How long ago?"

"What?" Obi-Wan blinked. Anakin was looking at him curiously.

"How long ago were you seventeen? I mean, how old are you now?" asked Anakin. Obi-Wan shifted in the chair.

"Thirty-one," he said, discomfited.

"Huh," said Anakin.

"How old did you think I was?" Obi-Wan asked, not quite apprehensive.

"Well, I don't know. You don't have that much grey hair yet, so.... Whatever." Anakin shrugged. "But anyway, you wouldn't understand. Even if you were seventeen, I bet you didn't have any libido."

If? thought Obi-Wan. Libido?

"The Jedi do not let such things interfere with their training," he said. Anakin snorted.

"Yeah, right," he said. "So, I'll go meditate or something. Then take a cold shower." He went back to his room, still carrying the sandwich.

Obi-Wan stared at his datapad for a little while. Then he took off his glasses and went to bed.

His dreams were vaguely disturbing.

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"You can't possibly keep me here for three weeks, Master."

"Only one and a half to go."

"But Master—"

Obi-Wan cringed.

"Don't whine, Anakin. I'm not going to change my mind."

"But three weeks!"

"I noticed you're doing much better in Galactic Philosophy in Literature."

"That's because there's nothing else to do!"

"Exactly."

Anakin shut his mouth, glaring at his master. Obi-Wan, studiously eating his fruit, ignored it. Anakin gave a theatrical sigh.

"Master, it's... it's an urge."

"Jedi overcome their urges."

"I'm a teenaged boy! A normal functioning humanoid male! That's not something to overcome, it's something to.... to...."

"Succumb to?"

"No. Satisfy."

Obi-Wan shrugged and buttered a biscuit. Anakin continued.

"Master, if you'd just let me go around the Temple.... I won't go to the rest of Coruscant or anything, I'll just find another Padawan, or something...."

"I doubt another Padawan would be very willing, Anakin. They have the same view I do about these things."

"What, that our dicks are dead?"

Obi-Wan nearly dropped his biscuit. He glared sternly at Anakin.

"That was highly inappropriate, Padawan. I'll thank you not to say it again."

"Sorry, Master."

I'll bet you are, thought Obi-Wan.

"Anakin, I'm not telling you to be celibate. Jedi do have sex, in moderation. I understand that this is a trying time for you, and it's perfectly ok for you to—"

"But you've confined me to quarters!"

"—have sex, as long as it doesn't interfere with your training."

"It wasn't interfering with my training."

"Padawan, you came home at dawn for three weeks straight. Half the time you had a hangover the day afterwards—"

"Which I dispelled through the Force."

"—and you rarely got enough sleep. Once when we were sparring, I told you to do the third kata and you asked me to pass the butter!"

"I was dreaming—"

"Standing up, in the middle of a training salle, with a lightsabre in your hand," he finished. Anakin looked at his plate, not saying anything. Obi-Wan sighed. "I hardly think that counts as not interfering, Padawan."

"Ok, maybe I was wrong."

"Yes."

"I'm wrong a lot."

"Yes."

"But not letting me go out will interfere even more."

"You seem fine to me." Anakin glared at his master. Obi-Wan smiled pleasantly. "I'm not being facetious. Your academics have improved, you have more energy for training, you have been able to meditate more easily.... and you shower daily now."

"You can't bring that up! I was twelve!"

"And thirteen. And fourteen, and fifteen. But anyway, Padawan, I think being confined to quarters has done you a lot of good."

"But it makes me angry." That hung in the air, dripping with portent.

Anakin gave Obi-Wan a hard look. Obi-Wan opened his mouth to speak; his lips fluttered a bit, and he finally said: "You should meditate on that, Padawan." And he left the table.

Anakin stabbed at his breakfast, and broke his fork in half.

Obi-Wan, safe in his room, pretended not to notice.

"Sweet Force, I'm so horny I would do anyone!"

"Anakin!"

"Sorry, Master."

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Obi-Wan stared at his Padawan in shock, the wooden spoon in his hand suddenly still. Anakin grinned.

"Whatcha cooking, Master?" he asked. Obi-Wan blinked and looked down at the pot in front of him.

"Uh... it's linguine with chala root sauce," he said. Anakin came up behind him to peer into the pot. "Don't look over my shoulder, please."

"Can't help it, Master. Your shoulder's right at chest level." Obi-Wan turned and glared. Anakin laughed. "Sorry, Master, that was a cheap shot." Obi-Wan turned back to the pasta a little sulkily. Anakin started rummaging in the cabinets.

"Anakin! We're just about to have dinner."

"I know that. I was going to make tea."

"Oh. Thank you."

They didn't talk for a little while; the steam from the pasta slid upwards into the room and mingled with the scent of tea. The pot bubbled noisily; Anakin reached around his master to put the teapot on the stove.

"You could ask me to move out of the way, Anakin."

"It's ok. My arms are long enough to go around you." Anakin grinned at him again. Obi-Wan decided not to say anything. They sat there for another while, waiting for the pasta to cook and the tea water to boil. Anakin watched Obi-Wan sprinkle more spices into the sauce. "Master...." He trailed off.

"Yes, Anakin?"

Anakin put the tea into the water, to let it steep. His brow furrowed as he worked, determining the best way to put it.

"Master, what are the rules... regarding relationships between Masters and Padawans?"

"What do you mean?" asked Obi-Wan, draining the linguine.

"I mean sexual relationships."

Obi-Wan paused, and the pasta slid out of the pot unchecked. It landed sloppily in the colander; Obi-Wan stared at his apprentice.

"You were serious when you said `anyone', weren't you?" he said, only slightly bitter. He slapped the pasta into a bowl, dumped the sauce on it and took it to the table.

"Wait, Master, I didn't mean it like that—"

"Like any other relationship, the Code dictates that all partners should consent. That ends it, Anakin."

Anakin paused at the tone of voice. He carefully poured the tea, brought it to the table.

"So, you don't consent," he said.

"No."

There wasn't much to be said after that.

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Anakin languidly rinsed the dishes; he had been uncharacteristically quiet. Obi-Wan scrubbed them; he had been uncharacteristically tense.

"Master—"

"What."

Anakin turned to his master in surprise.

"That was rude," he said.

"Forgive me, Padawan. I must have learned it from you."

"Master—"

"Keep rinsing, Padawan. We don't have all day."

"I'm sorry, Master." He wasn't talking about the dishes.

"You say that a lot, I've noticed."

"Well, what do you want me to say!" Anakin threw a plate down; Obi-Wan watched it shatter in the sink, and looked up at his apprentice.

"Control your anger, my apprentice."

"Control yours!"

It was an accusation; it drenched the air between them.

"I'm not smashing dishes," said Obi-Wan.

A pause. Anakin took a deep breath; he counted to twenty, breathed out, counted to twenty again.

"I didn't mean to offend you," he said.

"You didn't mean to break the plate, either."

"Master! I'm trying."

A breath.

"I'm sorry, Padawan. Please continue." Obi-Wan did look contrite. Anakin began picking bits of plate out of the sink. It was a little hard to speak.

"When I asked.... I wasn't being..... I mean, I respect you."

"Thank you, Padawan." His voice was a little wondrous. Anakin turned to him in surprise.

"You didn't know that?"

"You're always.... respectful, I just...."

"I do respect you. I think you're the smartest man alive."

"Padawan, that's not—"

"I know, I know. But let me think it. You know a lot more than me, anyway." He glanced at his master; they smiled at each other for the first time in a long while. "So anyway, about sex.... I was just wondering. Because you're always here, and you're attractive—"

"Anakin—"

"I know, that sounds bad too. I don't know how to put this."

"Padawan, I understand. But I don't see the appeal of a casual encounter. I prefer long-term—"

"That's fine."

A pause.

"It is?"

"Yeah. It makes sense enough. I mean, we're always together, we don't have to worry about diseases, it won't interfere with my training— if I have trouble focusing, you could just pop me a quick one, get me back on track."

Obi-Wan flushed bright red. Anakin grinned.

"Sorry," he said. "I forgot you're a prude."

"I'm not—Padawan—" He took a deep breath, and then another, trying not to hyperventilate. "This is something you should work out on your own."

"My left hand isn't going to cut it, Master."

Obi-Wan flushed even more.

"That's not what I meant." Pause. "You should be with people your own age," he said, and left the kitchen.

"But you've confined me to quarters!" yelled Anakin.

There was no answer.

Completely inexplicably, the linguine burst into flame. There goes the leftovers, thought Anakin.

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Obi-Wan parried, lunged, ducked and flipped. The kiss of laser; his flesh sizzled and he spun, sending the other lightsabre across the room.

"Dammit," said Anakin, and sighed.

"Good match," said Obi-Wan, absently healing the blister he'd acquired. "Don't forget to watch your left side, though. You're dropping your guard. And Anakin—" He told him this every time. "Be patient. Do not let your opponent provoke you into attack."

"Yes Master." It was barely mumbled. Anakin watched his master, eyes hooded. Obi-Wan caught spare drifts of emotion in the air; his breath quickened.

"Concentrate on the here and now, Padawan."

Anakin laughed; the laugh could only be described as wicked.

Obi-Wan dispelled his fear.

"Now, Padawan." He said, almost authoritatively. Anakin went to get his lightsabre, insouciant and lazy. It snapped to life; its acrid hum echoed and danced with random loose tendrils of the Force. Obi-Wan saw lust sparkle at the tip of it.

Anakin began the dance again. He had paid attention, and Obi- Wan could not get through his left side. But he struck too quickly and too often; soon he was tired, and his master dealt him a stinging blow to the neck.

"Anakin," said the master.

"I know, I know. I'm working on it. I do listen to you."

"Yes, well...." Obi-Wan trailed off, wiping his neck and hair with a towel. Anakin joined him at the bench, clipping his `sabre to his sweatstained clothes.

"We going to go again?" he asked.

"No, I don't think so. We've done enough for today."

Anakin nodded, wiped himself with the towel.

"Master, do you think you could help me with my coursework later? Galactic Lit's really got me confused, and I know you're better at that stuff."

"Of course Padawan. But I need to talk to you about something, first."

Anakin glanced up curiously.

"What?" he said. Obi-Wan sighed, looked around.

"Let's wait until we are in our quarters," he said. Anakin nodded, wrinkling his brow in thought. Suddenly, his face cleared and he looked up anxiously.

"Master, if it's about that— Are you going to ground me here for even longer? Because I really think—"

"In our quarters, Padawan. Patience."

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Obi-Wan got to shower first because he was the master; Anakin waited around and stank until Obi-Wan came out.

"This is a bad system," he said, watching Obi-Wan towel his hair. "If we were lovers, we could've taken a shower at the same time."

Obi-Wan pointed at the `fresher door.

"Go," he said.

"Yes, Master," said Anakin, and went.

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Obi-Wan was standing in the common room when Anakin came out. He gestured towards the couch, and told Anakin to sit. Anakin did.

Obi-Wan stood in front of him and took a deep breath.

"Anakin.... Padawan."

"Yes Master?" Anakin looked innocently at Obi-Wan, who gave him a sideways glare and took another deep breath.

"You need to control your feelings."

"Yes, Master."

"Hate, suffering, anger.... these lead to the Dark Side."

"Yes, Master."

"Fear leads to the Dark Side."

"Yes, Master."



"Uh... Greed is the way to the Dark Side. " "Yes, Master."

"Force dammit, unrestrained lust is the way to the Dark Side!"

"Yes, Master."

Obi-Wan glared at his apprentice.

"That's all you've got to say? `Yes Master'? All those times you've mouthed off to me, and now that's all you can say?"

"Yes, Master. I mean, no Master. I'm sorry, Master." Perfectly innocent.

Anakin was hiding a smirk, Obi-Wan just knew it. He sighed.

"Anakin, you know what I'm talking about."

"Yes, Master."

"And you've tried to control it."

"Yes, Master."

"And...?"

Anakin let out a huff of breath and started counting items out on his fingers.

"Ignoring the problem didn't work. Mast—uh, personal gratification worked, but not for very long. Going out worked, the clubs worked, other people worked, but you stopped that. Cold showers don't work. Expending energy in sabre training doesn't work. Reading bad poetry doesn't work, likewise for philosophy. Thinking of Master Yoda doesn't work. And meditation—how the hell could that work?"

Obi-Wan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"When you meditate, you release these negative energies into the Force—"

"Master, these aren't `negative energies'. It's physical urges. It's completely natural. I don't understand why you're so uptight about it."

"I'm uptight because—no, I'm not uptight. I'm concerned because it's interfering with your training."

"Well, keeping me here isn't going to help."

Obi-Wan flopped down into the armchair, heaving a sigh. He rubbed his temple.

"Is there any way you could go out and get back before dawn?" he asked. Anakin grinned.

"Sure. How does four sound?"

Obi-Wan glared at him, then threw his hands up in defeat.

"Fine. Anakin, you'll just have to stay here and mas—uh... personally—" His eyebrow quirked. " —gratify yourself."

"Master, that doesn't work."

"How could it not work? You have hands, don't you?"

Anakin blinked at his master, shocked by the words. Obi-Wan seemed even more shocked; his expression remained disturbed long after Anakin burst into laughter.

Anakin finally calmed himself down, and managed to look at Obi-Wan's bright red face without laughing again.

"Master, what happens, is.... I mean, the sex, it's more than just physical touch. I mean, it's the....psychology? of the thing. So masturbation doesn't really help. It puts the physical urges down, but there's more to it than that. It's got to be with a person, and the situation has to be right."

Obi-Wan nodded, trying very hard to understand.

"So, that's why it takes all night at clubs," he ventured.

"Exactly."

A long pause. Finally, Obi-Wan shook his head.

"I'm afraid I still don't understand," he said.

"I guess you wouldn't."

"Padawan—"

"No, no, it's ok. I didn't expect you to understand anything about it. Master, don't worry about. It really isn't interfering with my training, except to make you uncomfortable. And I apologize for that. But it's not like I've shoved you into a wall and kissed you."

Obi-Wan twitched.

"Unless you'd like that sort of thing," said Anakin.

And Obi-Wan, for the life of him, could not wrap his brain around the fact that his padawan had winked at him.

"Master? Would you like me to do that?"

And Obi-Wan blinked, because surely his padawan was not standing up, was not walking towards him with that cocky strut, and was not grinning lavisciously at him? And of course, his padawan was not kneeling down, touching his face with two gentle fingers, and leaning in closely, his breath just warming his master's skin?

"Anakin," said Obi-Wan.

"Yes?" of course, it was breathless. Husky. A little damned irritating.

"Go to your room, please. You need to meditate on this."

And ah, lo and behold, reality came back. And it didn't bother to knock, cheeky bastard.

"Yes, Master." And it was a little sadly spoken. But Anakin stood up and walked away.

Obi-Wan let out a whoosh of air, and collapsed into the chair.

Why me? he thought.

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"Good morning, Anakin."

"Die."

Obi-Wan glanced up and quickly back down again, hoping his eyeballs had not been seared. Anakin sat down at the table, lean body curved forward for food; his eyes were dark.

"That's uh.... not very polite, Padawan."

"Bite me. Please."

Obi-Wan forced a chuckle.

"You know, on some planets that would be considered a legitimate request."

"Oh yeah? Like, on planets where they have sex?"

"Uh...."

"Hot, sweaty, afternoon sex? Sex at dawn? Sex outdoors, with dust gathering on your sweaty skin, and rocks dig into your back as you thrust into someone over and over, feeling their juices—"

"Padawan!"

A pause. Sugar sweet:

"Yes, Master?"

"I'm trying to eat."

"Have you ever given a blowjob before?"

Obi-Wan gagged, and ran for the fresher. Dark laughter followed him.

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"Good morning, Master."

Silence. He continued.

"We didn't finish our conversation, Master."

"That wasn't a conversation, Anakin. That was disgusting."

Anakin laughed, crouched down beside his master.

"You didn't even vomit, did you? You couldn't. It wasn't that disgusting. Didn't your master teach you that sex is a natural way of life?"

"Padawan—" Obi-Wan clambered up, left the fresher. Anakin followed him to his bedroom. "Anakin, just leave me alone. I'm not going to be around you if you're going to do this."

"Can't control me?"

Silence.

"No."

"You could. If you tried."

Silence. Obi-Wan closed the door, and locked it.

Anakin waited outside.

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Obi-Wan decided to face his fears.

"Good afternoon, Anakin."

"Good afternoon, Master. I've built a vibrator."

Obi-Wan decided to unface his fears and ran for his bedroom; Anakin grabbed him, stilled him, and sat him in a chair.

"Now, Master, don't panic. I'm not going to use it on you."

That didn't seem to calm him very much. Anakin patted his Master's head. "Relax, now. I'm not trying to torment you."

"Well, much success..... is inadvertent...."

Anakin laughed at that.

"Well, I see. But don't worry. Would you like some tea? I've got some ready. Your favorite brew." And he did. He returned with it shortly, set it at his master's elbow. Obi-Wan stared in shock at the homemade sex-toy on the coffee table. "Do you like it?"

"What?"

"I could use it on you after all."

"Um... No, thank you. That's fine."

Another dark chuckle. Anakin sat on the sofa, hands stretched behind his head.

"Now, Master, can I ask you a few questions? Now don't worry, I'm all the way over here. You're in your chair, with your nice, concealing robes and a cup of tea. Your modesty's intact, and it'll stay that way. I just want to ask a few questions."

"No."

"Master, you can't stop me from asking."

"I won't answer."

Anakin sighed.

"Please, Master? As much for your education as for mine."

"You'll be off confinement in three days, Anakin. Can't you wait that long? Why do you have to do this?"

"Have you ever had sex?"

"I'm sure you can make it home early enough to sleep. I have great faith in you, Padawan."

"Sex. Yes or no?"

"You've turned to the Dark Side. I can feel the darkness within you."

"Sex?"

"No, darkness."

"Have you ever had sex."

Pause.

"Yes."

"That wasn't hard, was it?"

Obi-Wan sighed, shook his head.

"Padawan, please don't do this to me."

"Do this? Do what? I'm not doing a damn thing to you. There's nothing to stop you from getting out of that chair and leaving." Obi- Wan made to stand up. "Sit." He sat. "See? It's only you. There's no invisible bonds holding you there. And this is not torture. It's only because you're a prude—"

"I am not—"

"And horribly repressed that this is a problem. Man or woman?"

"Pardon?"

"Did you have sex with a man, or a woman?"

"Both."

"Goodness. You must have been drunk."

"Not at the same time!"

Anakin laughed.

"No, I wouldn't think so," he said. "So who did you have sex with first?"

Obi-Wan looked down at his hands.

"I don't know why I'm telling you this," he mumbled.

"Because I love you. Answer the question."

"You love me?"

"Force, yes. Get on with it."

"I love you, too."

"Yes, that's nice. I know that. Who did you have sex with first?"

"As a master to a padawan, of course."

"I don't fucking care. Who the hell did you have sex with?"

"I'm not going to give you their names!"

"Master, you're being incredibly dense."

"It's a survival tactic. I learned it from you."

And a tiny worm of levity squirmed its way into the whole situation. Master and padawan smiled at each other for the second time in a long while.

"You used to be such a nice boy," said Obi-Wan. Anakin laughed out loud, moved closer to his master.

"And this happened. Sex makes people weird. And lack of sex is even worse. You should have sex, Master."

"Padawan, I hardly think—"

"No, that's the problem. You think too much, and with the wrong head. You do know it's used for something besides peeing, don't you?" Pause. "Oh, cute. You're blushing. So those two people.... was that it?"

"What?"

"Did you have sex besides those two times?"

"It was more than two times."

"So you had sex with each person more than once."

"Well... I had sex with her more than once...."

"Oh, goody. When?"

"I don't—"

"How old were you?"

"Fourteen."

Pause.

"Wow. That's young."

"Yes, it is."

Pause.

"How'd that happen?"

"It just did."

"Oh." Anakin looked at his feet, lost in thought. Obi-Wan stood up. "Wait, don't leave." Obi-Wan ignored him, walking back to his room. "Master, wait!" Anakin caught him just outside the door, and plucked at his sleeve. Obi-Wan sighed and turned to face him.

"Yes, Anakin?"

"I wasn't done asking."

"I'm done answering."

"Wait—" He ducked inside as Obi-Wan closed the door. "I just want to know. I mean, I think it explains a lot. I've always thought you had a stick up your ass—"

"Padawan!"

"But you don't and that's the whole problem."

"Please leave my room, at once."

"Sex is relaxing, Master. It's fun. I just want you to be happy."

"If you wanted me to be happy, you would leave me in peace."

"So the woman was another padawan at the Temple?"

"Yes."

"And the man? Who was he?"

"Qui Gon Jinn."

Silence. Obi-Wan left his padawan gaping in the door, and settled into meditation posture at the foot of his bed. Anakin spoke quietly, sounding lost.

"What happened?"

"He died, Anakin. I thought you knew that part."

Silence. Obi-Wan fell into the eddies of the Force.

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Obi-Wan returned to consciousness with a sigh. Anakin lay on the bed, looking at him.

"I'm sorry, Master."

Obi-Wan rubbed tiredly at his forehead.

"Is that your standard answer for everything, Anakin?" There was a contrite, miserable silence. Obi-Wan pulled his legs from under himself, and arranged them indian-style. Then he looked at Anakin and opened his arms.

Anakin was there in a second.

Kenobi closed his arms around the boy, pressing a kiss to the spiky hair that quivered against his chest.

"I'm sorry, Master," came muffled from his chest, suspiciously thick. Obi-Wan shook his head, rocked the boy a little.

"Don't say that anymore, Anakin. Just learn from it."

"I shouldn't have asked you anything. It wasn't my business."

"No, it wasn't," he said gently. His tunics began to feel damp.

"I just thought.... I wanted to help you. I thought that—"

"Shhh. It's alright. It was a mistake, Padawan."

"I make mistakes a lot."

"That's alright, too."

A pause. There were a few sniffling sounds; Kenobi politely ignored them. A pathetic voice floated up to him.

"You didn't really think I'd turned to the Dark Side.... did you?"

He almost laughed.

"No, Anakin. I didn't think that at all."

"I need to control my emotions more."

"You need to be more aware of them, yes."

Another pause.

"....Master?"

"Yes, Padawan?"

"I don't mean to be a bastard."

"That's alright. I don't mean to be a prude."

Anakin began to laugh at that; it was a weak, abortive laugh, but it grew a little. Obi-Wan smiled and held him closer, and Anakin laughed a little more. They stayed there for some time; eventually, Anakin raised his head and smiled shyly.

"Master, I think if you held me like this every day, I'd never turn to the Dark Side."

Obi-Wan laughed.

"I'll see what I can do about that, then."

"Good."

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Obi-Wan sat in his favorite chair, reading a datapad. The door opened, and Anakin came in, carrying his boots.

"You're still up," he said. Obi-Wan nodded, adjusting his glasses. Anakin sighed.

"I've had a horrible day," he said, and put his boots down.

He came over; Obi-Wan held the datapad to the side, and Anakin curled up, taking up as little space as a large newly eighteen year old boy could. Obi-Wan curled his free arm around his padawan and stroked his head. Anakin gave a sigh and snuggled closer. "Clubs are boring," he said.

"Mmhmm."

"Master.... will you have sex with me?"

"Sure."

Anakin twisted in surprise, staring at Obi-Wan.

"Did you say yes?"

"I said sure. Yes, I said yes."

"Really?"

"Yes. I think it's a good idea."

"Just like that? A good idea?"

"Yes, Anakin. It makes sense. We are usually in close proximity with each other. This would help to relieve some of your, um, problems. And there's less risk of sexually transmitted diseases."

"I said all of that months ago," Anakin pointed out. Obi-Wan looked faintly exasperated.

"I needed time to get used to the idea."

Anakin nodded, accepting the explanation. He glanced curiously up at Obi-Wan.

"So, is this just a casual thing? Because it's convenient?" he asked, forcing a wry grin. Obi-Wan thought a moment; Anakin admired the crease between his brows, and shifted to get more comfortable. Obi-Wan adjusted his glasses again.

"Well, Padawan.... While I suppose we are not... romantically inclined, we are certainly uh.... affectionate enough. We know each other well enough."

"But will it be casual," pushed Anakin.

"Let's just see how it goes, Padawan. Let me finish this chapter," said Obi-Wan.

"Ok," said Anakin, and left it at that. He settled back down again, slipping into the space where his breathing matched his master's. He smiled into the warm cloth beneath his head. "You know...." he said. "I've still got that vibrator."

Obi-Wan flushed bright red.


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