Two Halfs of One Warrior • Obikin/Vaderwan One-Shots

Jewel of the Desert

• Summary: Obi-Wan meets the enchanting Jewel of the Desert on a mission from Tatooine.

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When Obi-Wan had stepped into the bordello, he had not expected it to be so…lavish. It seemed the Hutts had high standards for where their slaves took care of their friends and business partners. It was unassuming from the outside, aside from the workers lingering outside with inviting leers and pretty gold collars on their necks. Inside, though; each entryway had an elegant arch and the decor was entirely white and gold, utilizing the natural beauty of the desert planet.

As he made his way in, a Nautolan woman stepped in his path, her greasy smile immediately telling Obi-Wan that she ran this particular house, and that she was incredibly pleased to see a Jedi here. “Welcome, master Jedi,” she greeted, her voice raspy and accent thick. “How can we be of service?”

“I was hoping to buy some time with Skywalker,” Obi-Wan said with his own deliberately charming smile. It was always much easier when an undercover mission didn’t actually require going undercover. Bordellos across the galaxy where eager to welcome in Jedi, knowing they could charge them exaggerated rates for discretion alone.

“Ah, the jewel of the desert,” the Nautolan said knowingly. “I’m afraid he’s occupied with a client. Can I interest you in any of our other fine workers? We have plenty other humans, as well as many Twi’leks, Duros-”

“No longer occupied, Sanne,” a voice called out, almost in a sing-song manner. Obi-Wan turned to see who had to have been Anakin Skywalker and wow, the pictures in the mission file had not done him justice.

The man was leaning against the doorway of a room, tan skin fully on display, save for a white sarong tied at his hip that showed his left leg all the way up to the waist. The sarong – as well as the man’s neck, wrists, ankles, and hair – was draped in ornate golden threads adorned by golden charms and glistening white crystals.

Jewel of the desert, indeed.

“You should be,” the woman – Sanne – snapped, squinting her large black eyes.

Anakin smiled easily, beautifully, jostling his long golden curls with a shrug of his shoulders. As he spoke to Sanne, his bright blue eyes were fixated on Obi-Wan. “It’s not my fault if they finish quickly.”

With a deep sigh, Sanne turned back to Obi-Wan. “We are unable to offer refunds, even in such instances. I’m sure you can understand,” she said, and it took more effort than he’d like to admit for Obi-Wan to realize she was talking to him; it took much greater effort for him to tear his eyes away from the mesmerizing sight of long legs and white teeth.

“Of course,” Obi-Wan nodded easily, handing over more than enough credits.

“Thank you kindly, master Jedi,” Sanne said with a wolf’s smile. “His time is yours.”

Looking over, Obi-Wan was met once again with Anakin’s bright smile, though now it was through long lashes while he walked backwards into the room, crooking his finger so as to beckon Obi-Wan as he went.

As if anything other than putting distance between them was needed to draw Obi-Wan forward.

He was here on a mission. Kark that mission file – he wasn’t supposed to be this pretty.

Entering the room, Anakin turned his back to pour two glasses of what looked to be Bakuran bitters. “Jedi are allowed to drink, right?” he asked, turning back with the two glasses.

“We are,” Obi-Wan nodded, watching intensely as Anakin stalked towards him, holding one glass out.

“Good,” Anakin said, leaning in to whisper conspiratorially. “‘Cause we don’t really have much water around here.”