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

Sex Pollen

• Summary: For a couple of asks on Tumblr: obikin and sex pollen!! and Anakin fantasizing about specific things with Obi-wan (positions, dirty talk etc) and then those things eventually coming true.

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“Don’t touch anything!”

Obi-Wan had never spoken to him like that. Not when he’d put Arcadian itching powder in the Temple laundry detergent because Padawan Lypus had dared him to. Not when he’d argued with Master Windu right in the middle of a Council meeting because he had suggested Anakin’s inability to properly meditate was Obi-Wan’s failing.

Not even when he had snuck out from the Temple after curfew, and Obi-Wan had found him six levels down, trying to find his way to an illegal podrace.

“Anything!”

Obi-Wan repeated, yet more snappish, and though - intellectually - Anakin knew it was because his Master was worried, inside his head, inside his chest, it still sounded like the admonishment of an angry slaver.

It still hurt the same, to hear that tone from the person he admired above all others.

The person in all the galaxy he most wanted to be proud of him.

So it was inevitable, really, that he should disappoint his Master. That his foot should slip in spite of all his best efforts, the breeze picking up the resulting cloud of spores and blanketing Obi-Wan with them.

They were clinging to his robes and his hair. Stuck in his eyelashes, even, and the flash of fear in Obi-Wan’s eyes when their gaze met was worse than the clipped reprimand had been.

Worse than anything Anakin had ever experienced.

“You need to return to the ship,” Obi-Wan said, carefully calm in a way which belied his panic, “You need to enact security procedure 3-beta.”

“I won’t leave you,” Anakin protested. Security procedures were for times of danger. He wouldn’t let Obi-Wan face it alone.

If Obi-Wan was sick, Anakin would look after him.

His Master’s expression softened slightly at that. The touch of their bond in his mind, normally so carefully restrained and neutral, was reassuring.

“I need to rid myself of the spores. If I know you are safe I will be better able to concentrate on it.”

Still Anakin hesitated for a long moment. Wished he knew more about the planet’s fauna.

Anything about the planet’s fauna, really, but galactic botany was so relentlessly boring, and he spent most of his classes mentally planning out upgrades to his (theoretical) podracer’s commlink system.

“I’ll be fine,” Obi-Wan promised, the reassuring brush of his mind now a full fledged push to action.

To leave him to - what? Pick all the little bits out of his hair? Unwrap his outer layers and rinse them off in the stream they had not long passed?

He could do all of that with Anakin there. The Jedi got kind of awkward about washing together, Anakin had found, probably because they always had so much water they just weren’t used to sharing it, but it wasn’t safe to split up for no good reason.

Master Liin was always telling them so.

“If you aren’t back in an hour,” Anakin said at last, in his very best approximation of one of Obi-Wan’s own ultimatums, “I’ll come looking for you.”

Obi-Wan only nodded. Gestured for him to go, to get moving, and Anakin looked back every few moments, only to see Obi-Wan still standing where he had left him, hair loose in the breeze and arms rigid against his sides, the way some of the Knights stood when they were really struggling with their Force manipulation but didn’t want Anakin and his classmates to realize it.