I Know↠Obikin

Chapter 2

Obi-Wan couldn't bring himself to get out of bed.
He should have been up hours ago, for dawn meditation.
But he just couldn't. He was weak, and fatigued.
He was cold. So cold.
Yet a thin sheen of sweat covered his body.
Obi-Wan had the flu.
The morning sun filtered through the blinds. Obi-Wan heard Anakin moving about in the other room.
That would be the first time that Anakin was up before him, and probably the last.
A gentle knock on the door.
"Master?" Anakin murmurs, opening the door slightly.
"Come in."
Obi-Wan says weakly.
Anakin rushes in.
"Are you alright?"
Anakin couldn't control the concern creeping into his voice.
He truly cared for his Master.
He saw him as a father, a brother, a friend.
Maybe a little something more.
"I've been better."
Anakin gently lays his hand on Obi-Wan's forehead.
"You're burning up!"
Anakin frantically searched for the first aid kit.
"Take this"
He places two pills in Obi's palm.
Obi-Wan swallows the pills with a glass of water, also provided by Anakin.
"So-ssso...cold."
Obi whispers.
He shivers uncontrollably in his bed.
Obi-Wan heard the weakness in his own voice. He hated how old and tired he sounded.
Anakin wraps him in a blanket gently, like a baby.
Anakin enjoyed being allowed to care for his friend.
Obi-Wan slips into a fevered sleep, mumbling incoherently. Still shivering.
"Sleep well, my friend."
Anakin sits down next to him on a chair, content to just look at his Master.
But Anakin cannot resist.
He gently runs his hand down the older mans face.
Obi-Wan looks so peaceful when he is asleep.
The worry lines that are usually etched in his face are gone.
He looks natural, and truly happy.
Obi-Wan tosses in his sleep, still shivering from the cold that only he could feel.
The blankets were not helping.
Anakin rubs Obi-Wan's arm, trying to give him some of his warmth.
Through the Force, Anakin senses Obi-Wans force signature change.
Happiness floods through their connection, possibly because of Anakin's contact with him.
Obi-Wan sighs and shifts into a more restful sleep.
Anakin takes a moment to reflect on Obi-Wan.
His Master.
Brother.
Friend.
His beautiful face.
Obi-Wan still did not stir in his sleep. He lay perfectly still, his only movement was the steady rise and fall of his chest. Anakin sat there, rubbing his masters arm, when he was struck by an idea.
Looking back, Anakin probably shouldn't have acted on his idea so quickly, but it's Anakin.
What do you expect?
Slowly, Anakin leans forward in his seat beside his friend.
Anakin lets his lips brush Obi-Wan's forehead, his breath gently stirring his hair.
Anakin had longed to kiss his Master for as long as he could remember.
Obi-Wan was perfectly angelic, and irresistible to Anakin.
Anakin presses his lips slightly harder to Obi-Wan's lips.
He tasted pure.
Anakin's head is spinning. He was kissing Obi-Wan Kenobi. I like him.
Does he like me??
Anakin then stops dead in his tracks.
There was no way that Obi-Wan, Jedi Master, the Negotiator, the best Jedi Anakin had ever met, liked him.
At least not like that.
And then, of course, at the worst possible time, Obi-Wan's eyes open.
Obi-Wan's eyes open so wide Anakin thinks they will pop out of their sockets.
"Anakin...what are you doing?" Obi-Wan asks, his head spinning.
It was at that moment Anakin knew.

He screwed up.

Anakin felt his face flush scarlet, and he stood up so fast the chair he was sitting on tipped over.
"Sorry." Was all Anakin mumbled as he rushed out the door with a swish of his robes.
"Anakin wait!"
Obi-Wan called out after him, but he was already gone.

{A/N}: So what do you guys think of the first 2 chapters?
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~Alana