A Star Wars Christmas...

A True Match (According to some shady website)

              Obi Wan felt his entire body roll on to the carpeted floor, his hands dragging helplessly to his side. "Callie" looked down on him with a pout on her face, the metal thing on her teeth twitching as her words slurred. He felt his blood boil as he watched Anakin sitting calmly on the chair, eating whatever type of soup Ahsoka was forcing him to try. By the time he looked up again, Callie was sitting on him once again. He was stuck in two pools of very crazy eyes.

             "Obi...I can call you Obi, can't I?"

"No--"

              "Okay, Obi. I'm sorry...I'm just a very big fan. Not to mention technically your wife and your match." His scowl deepened as she wiggled her eyebrows, throwing him into a tight hug. The air from his lungs slowly wheezed. "I took like, seven quizzes. The first time it said Jar Jar, but that had to be a mistake." Obi Wan looked over to Anakin more frightened as her nose brushed his cheek.

"Anakin, please! How can you not be seeing this?!"

             His former padawan let out a low chuckle, wiping soup from his chin. Ahsoka played with the tinsel on her shirt, completely shut down from the conversation. "I can hear you just fine, actually. I just don't feel like getting up right now." Obi Wan let out a low growl, yelping as Callie gave a sloppy kiss on his forehead.

     "Aww, that's so cute! It's like having a man sized dog. I think you'd be a golden retriever...or maybe a Labrador. Say cheese, ginger!     "

        His hands waved across his face as another bright flash sparked into his eyes. Her thumbs danced across the screen madly. "Maybe I should caption this 'me and my bae.' Or '#obiwanisminetakethat'?" (Oh how I would make that hashtag if I was her) Obi Wan wiggled from her grasp, wiping the spit from his face. 

"I don't really care, right now. Ahsoka, we're leaving."

        Anakin and Ahsoka looked over the couch at him with a sad look.

"Do we have to?"

        Obi Wan jut out his lip, sticking his hands on his hips. He was no longer focused on the crazed fangirl, let alone the fact that she casually slipped bits of flowers in her hair. Ahsoka held back a giggle, Anakin commencing to cough.

         "Yes, we are leaving! I was the one who supported this whole Christmas trip, and now I'm ending it. I did not sign up for this! I did not sign up to be tackled and prodded by a complete stranger, or light up like the sun!" He tried to pull the lights glowing on his sweater, but was too frazzled to be focused to do simple tasks. His face was a deep red. Anakin let out a smirk.

     "Whatever you say, flower queen." Obi Wan rolled his eyes, letting out a pretend hurt scoff.

"I'm not in the mood for your sass right now."

      Ahsoka made eye contact with her Master with a grin. She stood up, performing a lazy curtsy. "But of course, my flora empress. I wouldn't want to do anything that would cause any hurt on your part." Obi Wan stamped his foot in irritation. 

"What are you talking about!? I am not a queen, I--"

       His hands grazed his hair, a giant lilac landing into his gloved palm. Ahsoka rolled on to the floor as his face heated in realization.

"...I really regret teaching you."

              Anakin held both hands to his face, his voice choked. "...I'm sorry, Queen." Callie and Ahsoka sat on the floor, watching the two grown men run around the house and soon out of it, lightsabers glowing the dark of the night.