His Guiding Star (Obi-Wan Kenobi)

Chapter Twenty One

A/N: Credit for the drawing goes to Izzy, a friend of mine!

Obi-Wan and Zoe returned to the condo to find Anakin and Talia sitting on the rooftop, drinking whiskey together. Talia had one knee up, her right arm resting on top, and a whiskey glass in her left hand: apparently, she was ambidextrous. Force, Obi-Wan was pretty sure he was obsessed with her muscles now. He wanted to touch them, wanted to know everything about her. All the little intimacies, like her favourite season, or how she took her tea or coffee. The silver moonlight played gently over her golden skin, illuminating the scars that lined her arms. Anakin looked equally comfortable in his skin, for once, his head resting gently on Talia's shoulder.

Obi-Wan blinked. Was this a fever dream?

"We know you're there." Talia calmly took a sip of her whiskey. How she knew that, Obi-Wan had no idea.

"Um, excuse me, how is he not dead?" Zoe asked, just as bewildered as Obi-Wan.

"We came to a mutual understanding."

And in just over a week. A record for Talia. Usually, she hated people for much longer.

"Damn it!" Zoe huffed, throwing her hands in the air. "You just foiled our bet."

Obi-Wan and Zoe had made a bet on who most likely be the survivor by the time they'd got back. Zoe had bet on Talia, Obi-Wan had gone for Anakin.

"Then you both owe us," Anakin held his hand out to them. "Come on, pay up."

"Is that how it works?" Talia frowned.

"If it doesn't, they don't need to know."

Talia shrugged and sipped her whiskey.

"Fair enough."

Obi-Wan and Zoe reluctantly handed the credits over, which Anakin shared with Talia. Surreal.

"Why are you so surprised? I'm a very likeable person."

"You're as likeable as a cactus." Zoe told her.

"People like cactuses," Anakin pointed out. "Catuses? Cacti?"

"It's cacti." Obi-Wan interjected, sitting down to the right of Talia.

"Thank you for your wisdom, Master. That was very helpful."

"Thank you, Anakin. I always am."

Zoe rolled her eyes at Obi-Wan, and Talia bit back a smirk, drinking deeply from her glass.

"Successful shopping trip?"

"Very," Zoe beamed at her, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "I found a pink dress with pockets!" Talia's eyes widened.

"It has pockets?"

"Yeah, and not the stupid fake ones, but real, deep pockets!"

"There should be a law against fake pockets." Talia said firmly.

"Ah, the eternal struggle of women and their pockets," Obi-Wan shook his head. "A galaxy in turmoil, and yet the true injustice lies in the absence of functional pockets in their garments."

"Fuck you, Kenobi." 

"If you insist."

Anakin shared a knowing look with Zoe and sipped his whiskey. Talia took it in stride, staring down at the amber liquid in her glass. She tipped it back, looking at him from out of the corner of her eye.

"Well, I've never made love to a Jedi before. Any good?"

Had Obi-Wan been drinking, he would have spilled alcohol onto his lap. Flirting with Talia was different than flirting with women in general. She was calling his bluff and he wasn't used to it. Anakin nearly choked on his whiskey, his face turning bright red. Zoe patted him on the back.