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Obi-Wan slowly awoke blinking his eyes, Anakin stirred beside him. He could tell he’d overslept by a lot, there was a lethargic heaviness to his body. He reached a hand out blindly for his datapad, feeling for it on the nightstand. Anakin rolled over moaning and pressed up tight against him.
“Mmmm you're still here,” Anakin mumbled sleepily as he snaked an arm under Obi-Wan’s shirt and nuzzled closer.
Anakin was used to waking up alone, Obi-Wan always woke before him and would either walk, meditate or brew some tea. This was nice waking up together on vacation, no set plans or obligations.
Obi-Wan squinted at the screen.
10:37 am.
He hadn’t slept that late since he was a teenager. Sure they had stayed up pretty late last night at the fire and had made love for a while after, but that normally wouldn’t disrupt his routine so drastically.
The drapes were open, but it was dark and overcast. He was now attuned to the heavy drizzle of rain battering the window and roof. Of course. He was always up with the sun, but today being gloomy and dark in addition to last night's exertions had lent him the proper conditions to actually sleep in on his vacation.
Obi-Wan rolled over to face Anakin, who was mostly buried under blankets.
“Good morning,” he sang, “how about a leisurely stroll in the rain?”
“How about we cuddle in bed all day?” Anakin countered.
“That is tempting,” Obi-Wan smiled as he watched Anakin struggle to open his eyes, an adorable pout on his handsome face. “Do you need me to help wake you up baby?” he ran his hand suggestively down Anakin’s torso, smoothing the warm skin.
Anakin bit his lip sighing, “Yes Master,”
Obi-Wan lifted his hand from the flat position on Anakin’s stomach and it took the position not dissimilar to an attacking tarantula, he delved his fingertips into the soft skin and mercilessly prodded and tickled.
Anakin shrieked, contorting and flailing. Obi-Wan smirked, dodging elbows and knees as Anakin choked and laughed.
“Had enough?” he asked stilling his fingers, not wanting to go overboard like last time.
“I just wanted some relaxing cuddles,” Anakin pouted, “now you’ve turned this bed into a warzone,”
“Have I?” Obi-Wan cocked a brow, “Well I call a truce ,”
He pulled Anakin into a hug and rolled on top of him, admiring Anakin’s disheveled and flustered appearance beneath him.
Anakin reached up and grabbed a pillow before soundly walloping Obi-Wan.
“Ok now truce,” Anakin said sweetly, angling his face up for a kiss.