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

I Want To Be Everything You Need

• Summary: Anakin hangs on to every word Obi-Wan says. Always.

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It was just a simple statement said out of fun. Another night of Obi-Wan coming off as the cool Jedi, the one everyone wanted at parties, the one everyone trusted and loved. He meant nothing of it. There was no way a Jedi Master would suggest something so salacious in front of other Jedi. Including his former padawan. His padawan he was also having a secret affair with. 

To put it simply, Anakin is a fool. He really is. He gets too excited, too eager to please, and then he’s in an embarrassing situation like this:

Standing in the bathroom, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Looking at himself in a stupid little piece of fabric that’s supposed to be sexy.

The soft material is cool against his flesh. The red color of the shift brings out the green in his eyes. The black lace stands out strong along the edges at his thigh, across his chest.

Anakin bites his lip at seeing his own blush. There’s no way Obi-Wan would find this at all attractive. But also, Anakin had a different relationship with his sexuality than his master. His infatuation with Padme and Obi-Wan from the start had left Anakin so confused in his youth, unsure how to battle the feelings he was told day after day were inappropriate for reasons he wasn’t used to. Coming into the order when he did, and becoming a young teen when he did, all lined up terribly for Anakin. It had been a constant struggle to not think about sexual things, not wonder, not experiment.

It’s not because he is being controlled by someone else, but it’s because of a code of ethics he’s been thrust into. It isn’t supposed to mean anything. There aren’t attachments allowed. He reminds himself of that daily.

As much as Anakin acts like none of this matters, that he can stop at any time, that he wouldn’t care if Obi-Wan had other…lovers…

His thoughts go back to the bar the night before.

You know, I find that sort of thing to be quite simple, Obi-Wan had said with a smirk and a wink, why doesn't anyone try anything new? Like oh I don't know, wearing that in the shower? Anyone can throw on some nice lingerie, but doing something new in it? That ups the game quite nicely.

Everyone surrounding Obi-Wan at the high table in the bar had laughed. Hard. Slapped his master on the back. Toasted him with their drinks. It had been halfway through the night and by that time a group of Jedi as well as regular patrons had gathered around. Anakin had stepped back, feeling crammed and stifled. And well, jealous. Something Obi-Wan would of course sense if he let it get away from him.

But it was the look Obi-Wan had given Anakin from across the table while everyone laughed, that got him thinking. A flick of Obi-Wan’s eyes betrayed him when he tracked up and down Anakin’s body before taking a long sip of his drink.

No, Anakin thinks, focusing back to the present moment where he stands, forced to look at his reflection once more. This is silly.

Why would Obi-Wan want to see Anakin in this? This is what those with more feminine features wear, not someone like him. Anakin is a warrior. A knight. Obi-Wan would laugh to see him like this.

Anakin huffs. Then he senses a shift in the Force; Obi-Wan is nearing home.

Anakin has to decide quickly, and finds himself still unsure of what to do. 

To delay making any decision Anakin turns on the shower, but doesn't stay in. He fiddles with the hem of the little dress, hears the front door open through the crack in the bathroom door. Feels his master's uncertainty.