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

The Art of Seduction

• Summary: When Padme calls Anakin the furthest thing from seductive he has no choice but to prove her wrong for this grievous slight on his character. The logical choice obviously being trying to convince his former Master that he possesses such skills when he agrees with Padme. Thus 'Operation make Obi-Wan admit that Anakin was hot shit’ was born and along with it a world of sexual tension.

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5 times Anakin attempts to seduce Obi-Wan to varying results and the one time he succeeds.

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Anakin was so, so disappointed in both his life choices and his friendships.

“You're just not the tall, dark and brooding type, Ani.” Padme was sat on the sofa next to him, bare feet tucked up beneath her as her hands wrapped around a steaming mug of tea. A bemused smirk overtook her face at Anakin's undignified squawk.

“Excuse me….” This was an affront to him, his personality, his hair, his whole goddamn charisma.

“Ani, it's okay some people are just meant to be cute,” her giggles didn't help his case “You’re like my annoying little brother, I can’t even fathom you as an expert on seduction.”

“Padme, with all due respect, shut up.” Her mirthful smile didn’t even begin to falter, while Anakin's scowl reached new depths.

“Oh, come on, Anakin.” She reached over and placed a less than comforting hand on his shoulder, “It’s not a big deal, I'm sure lots of people still…” At Anakin's downtrodden look, she struggled to get out the words without laughing “...want you.”

At this Anakin stood up and began pacing in front of the windows in Padme’s apartment, backlit by the sunset of downtown Coruscant, with his arms spread wide as if to show off his… aura. “Padme, look at me. I’m like six foot, I have long hair and a scar on my face. I’m the epitome of a bad boy, how can I not be seductive?!?!”

His genuine crisis over his apparent lack of sexual prowess only helped further descend Padme into hysterics. “It’s not a competition.” she tried to reassure him. Anakin’s groan rung through the apartment and so too did the sound of his body hitting the carpet as he flopped on the rug between the two sofas.

Anakin, who prides himself on his maverick reputation and roguish charm was being told he wasn’t seductive. Where had these rumours come from and why were they personally victimizing him.

“Anakin, let's be real, who are you trying to seduce?” She looked down upon his form, outstretched arms and closed eyes, waiting for his answer. “It’s not about anyone in particular… I just- y’know- it's the concept of it.” Gesturing vaguely with his hands up at the ceiling, looking properly distraught.

It had been years since their one and only kiss on Naboo, while young hormones did rule their brains, Padme’s commitment to her people overruled her need for teenage love, and Anakin's need to prove himself to his master overruled his. As they grew together Anakin came to value her as a friend and confidant first, realizing that she wasn’t the type of person he could ever hide away. Whoever was lucky enough to gain her interest was someone who could be proud to show her off by their side, and Anakin knew that couldn’t be him.

But when his forlorn heart resigned itself to a tender friendship instead, he didn’t expect blatant disrespect.

Padme’s quiet snickers soon stopped as the com link chirped, alerting her to someone's need for her assistance. As her murmurs carried away to the study, Anakin found himself pondering his meak existence.