I Know↠Obikin

Chapter 1

"But Master!"
Anakin complained, furiously storming into the small apartment they shared.
"You have to let me look at it!"
"My shoulder is fine Anakin." Obi wan grumbles in a tired tone.
"I just need rest."
Anakin stands, arms crossed, blocking the door to Obi-wan's room.
"Not so fast. I know you, and you need medical attention. Now!" Anakin almost yells.
Obi-Wan wondered why Anakin was so concerned all of a sudden.
Obi-wan sighs.
He enjoys the attention from his Padawan, which is becoming increasingly less as he gets older, but Anakin is being absolutely ridiculous.
The blaster bolt barely grazed his shoulder.
Obi-wan flops defeatedly onto the hard sofa.
"Fine, but only if you leave me alone afterwards."
Obi-wan's eyelids are heavy with the lack of sleep.
Another mission to another desolate planet on the outer rim. The usual. To scout out a Separatist base. Turns out there wasn't even one there!
He couldn't even remember the name of the cursed planet.
However, the constant snow and ice them had chilled them both to the core.
"I don't know if I will ever be warm again." Anakin sighs, reaching into the medical cabinet for bandages and antiseptic.
"You and me both."
Obi-Wan peels off his warm robes and shirt to examine the half-healed wound.
Maybe it was worse then he thought.
Those damn pirates.
If the Separatists don't get you, they certainly will.
Anakin observes the wound.
A red gash, about 5 inches long, runs diagonally across Obi-Wans shoulder blade.
Anakin takes this moment to admire obi's back.
The contour of the spine.
The faded scars.
The freckles.
Anakin has to stop himself from running his hand across his back.
His fingers ghosted along Obi-Wan's spine.
He soaks a rag in the antiseptic and presses on the wound.
Obi-Wan winces in pain, and inhales sharply.
"Watch it Anakin. You're no med-droid."
"Well at least you will get a wicked scar!"
Anakin says, with a smirk.
"Like I don't have enough of those already."
Obi-Wan enjoys being this close to Anakin.
His feelings for Anakin had slowly changed over time.
Some time ago, Obi-Wan had realized that Anakin was no longer the little boy he had befriended on Tatooine.
He was a man.
A tall, extremely handsome man, if Obi-Wan said so himself.
Obi-Wan was certainly not the only one who noticed that however.
Female Padawans always seemed to be asking Obi-Wan where Anakin was.
On missions, people, men and women, always took notice of the handsome boy.
He feels him through the Force, warm, young, and full of life.
But there is also a darker sadness that has been there since Anakin lost his mother.
Obi-Wan knew that Masters and Padawans should have a close relationship, but Anakin would be knighted soon.
He would move out.
Romantic relationships between Padawans and Masters were forbidden.
Obi-Wan shakes his thoughts of his Padawan out of his head.
"Something on your mind, Master?"
Anakin asks, filling the silence.
Anakin sensed the his Masters mind was somewhere else.
"I just... need sleep."
Anakin wondered what his Master was really thinking about, but decides not to push it.
Anakin finishes wrapping his shoulder, his fingers gently brushing Obi-Wan's skin.
Obi-Wan shivered at the sensation.
He abruptly stood up, severing the contact.
"Thank you, Anakin. May I suggest you hit the 'fresher? I can smell you from here."
Obi-Wan says with a smile.
Anakin rolls his eyes.
"You don't smell much better, Master."
Anakin says with a shrug.
"Good night Anakin."
"Good night Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan closes the door to his room softly.
He walks to the small bathroom to brush his teeth.
In the mirror, Obi-Wan looks tired.
The stress of worrying about another person on the battlefield all these years has definitely gotten to him.
His scruffy beard looks particularly unruly, and he has a yellowing bruise above his eye.
He changes into his sleep pants, peeling off his tattered Jedi robes and tossing them into a corner. 
He lays gingerly on the bed, his shoulder throbbing.
Obi-Wan shivers, and pulls the blanket closer.
The damned snow planet has frozen him to the core.
He coughs softly, and lays awake for awhile, listening.
He can almost hear the gentle breathing of his Padawan through the paper-thin walls of the Temple.
Obi-Wan smiles.
At least Anakin is alright.
Obi-Wan closes his eyes, and drifts into a restless, shivering, sleep.