Calm Down

Meditation

When Anakin asked Obi-Wan for help, he should have known he'd suggest meditation. Anakin has been restless for days, the clone wars weighing heavily on him. It's like it's even worse lately. He hasn't eaten much, he can't sleep and whenever he looks at Obi-Wan, he feels... He feels something he shouldn't feel. Attraction. It's so strong he wonders why he even asked to be alone with him. How could he ever believe he could be ever be in one room with Obi-Wan and just meditate?

This is torture.

"You're not meditating, are you?" Obi-Wan asks.

"No, master." Anakin admits. "It just... I can't do it."

"What's bothering you?"

Anakin thinks, first of all: you. He doesn't say so. "I don't know. Everything, I suppose."

"You haven't been sleeping, have you?

"Have you?" Anakin replies.

"Anakin..." His tone is a warning, but Anakin doesn't really feel like listening to it.

"Well? Have you?"

"Not much, I suppose," Obi-Wan replies. "The war has taken its toll on us all. On me too, I suppose. But I assure you, I'm fine. I was asking about you."

"No," Anakin replies. "I haven't been sleeping much, okay? And I know meditation works for you, but it doesn't do anything for me. So... I'll just be going."

He can't be around Obi-Wan much longer or he'll push him against a wall. In whatever way. He's just so annoying and cold and emotionless. How he thinks he can solve anything with meditation? Well, that just isn't working. Not for him. He'll find another way. His own way. He gets up and walks towards the door.

"Wait. Anakin." Obi-Wan rises and follows him. "You sure I can't help?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well," Obi-Wan says, and Anakin is not sure, he can't see too well because of the beard, but he seems a little flustered. "If meditation doesn't work, we should try something else."

Anakin swallows hard. "Like what?"

Obi-Wan blinks. "I've been feeling how tense you've been lately. And maybe we can do something about that. I know what you need."

"Wait," Anakin replies, perplexed. "You do?"

"Yes," Obi-Wan says, steps closer. Anakin doesn't step back. He doesn't want to. He wants to pull him closer, wants to... Oh, he wants to do so many things. But Obi-Wan is patient and careful, and places a hand on his cheek before gently kissing his lips.

Oh Force. Is this really happening?

Anakin kisses back, gently at first, than faster, harder, biting his  master's lips, pulling him closer, moaning into his open mouth. He wants, wants more so badly. Then Obi-Wan pulls back and Anakin gasps.

"What?"

"Calm down."

Anakin doesn't speak for a few heartbeats, staring at Obi-Wan in disbelief. He was the one that kissed him first, he was the one that told him he knew what he need. And he needs this. He needs Obi-Wan.

"That's not fair!" he protests.

Obi-Wan smiles. It's a calm, reassuring smile. "We can go on when you've calmed down a little."

"Calm!" Anakin exclaims. "How can I be calm?"

"Try. For me."

"Okay." He tries. This is not fair. He needs this. He wants this, and he was finally going to get what he wanted and now? Now he needs to calm down. Obi-Wan looks at him, just waiting. He looks irresistible with his short red hair now all messy, his lips red from Anakin's impatient hard kisses...