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“How about,” Obi-wan begins irritably, “we never speak of this again?”
“But Master—” Anakin follows after the older Jedi’s retreating form, catching up quickly with his longer strides.
“No, Anakin.” he stops, turning to fully face his former Padawan, and holds up a hand to stave off any further protest. As far as he’s concerned, if they don’t talk about this incident, it didn’t happen and therefore, since it didn’t happen, it certainly needn’t be mentioned before the Council. Ever.
Anakin’s mouth is set in a stubborn line as he steps closer, forcing the other man to either endure the invasion of his space or back up. “You can insist on never talking about it, Master, but that doesn’t mean I can just forget everything. Why are you denying—?!”
“Because!” Obi-Wan is breathing heavily, his chest brushing against Anakin’s as he takes a deep breath, attempting to compose himself.
His breath fans over Anakin’s neck and he can’t help the way his eyes dart down to his former Master’s lips before reluctantly returning to his eyes and the disapproving look they’re giving him, despite the flush coloring Obi-Wan’s neck and cheeks. “You’re blushing, Master. Obi-Wan. Are you saying that you didn’t feel anything?” he steps closer. “That you don’t feel anything?”
Their bond pulses between them in the Force and Obi-Wan slams up shields before any stray thoughts can escape. He takes another step back…right into something solid. A wall, evidently, that he’d thought was further away than it actually was. “Anakin…” the lie is ready on his lips: yes, he loves Anakin, but not like that, not like how his Padawan—former Padawan—loves him. Obi-Wan has been steadily ignoring the…crush Anakin has on him for the past several years, waiting for the infatuation to fade. The younger man was always frustratingly stubborn. It might be endearing if it wasn’t threatening everything that Obi-Wan stood for. That the Jedi Order stood for.
“Well?”
Obi-Wan’s eyes drop unbidden to Anakin’s mouth and he licks his lips as he considers his answer. How much he is willing to risk. “Anakin. You know that attachment of this nature is not—” Whatever he was about to say is cut off as Anakin’s lips crash into his. Obi-Wan’s head is knocked back into the wall from the force of it and he makes a noise of protest against the younger man’s lips.
Anakin pulls back, a challenge in his heated gaze when his eyes meet Obi-Wan’s again. Daring the older man to deny the bond they both feel between them.
“Ow.” Obi-Wan lowers his eyes, reaching up and ruefully rubbing the back of his head. “I don’t think that amount of force was quite necessary.”
“Master.” his tone is petulant, bordering on exasperation and anger.
Obi-Wan sighs, lifts his head, looks Anakin in the eye, “I never said that I didn’t feel anything, but, Anakin—”
“Kriff the Code, Obi-Wan.”
“Anakin!”
“No. I mean it. Does this feel wrong to you? Does it feel wrong in the Force when I tell you that I love you? Because I do. I’ve loved you for years, Master.”
“Anakin.”
“Does it?!” he can see that Obi-Wan is wavering, taking his time to probe carefully into the Force and he presses his advantage.
“It would be…improper for me to take advantage of you like that. As your former Master—”
“Well, maybe you could stand to be a little improper.” Anakin reaches up, brushes a stray lock of hair that’s fallen over Obi-Wan’s forehead back into place. “And besides, you’re not taking advantage of me if I’m asking for it.”
“…You’re going to be the death of me.” despite the protest, Obi-Wan is leaning in, curling his fingers into Anakin’s hair and guiding him into a second, gentler kiss.
“Not if I have anything to say about it.” Anakin pants softly into the space between them when they break apart.
Obi-Wan sighs in fond exasperation, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Anakin’s mouth as he extracts himself from his position between his former Padawan and the wall. “Of course, darling.”
Anakin’s hand snags the corner of his sleeve before Obi-Wan can get a single step away from him, “Obi-Wan.”
“Alright. It is against my better judgment, but we must be discrete, Anakin, and we—”
“Must never speak of this again?” there’s a teasing lilt in Anakin’s tone now.
That is shockingly close to what Obi-Wan was about to say. He shakes his head, a fond smile on his lips. “Not a word outside of our private quarters.”