one night in coruscant || obikin

07.

A week passed, and I did my best to avoid Anakin. He had taken over a piece of my brain, and I found myself thinking about him constantly. At night, I lay awake with his image in my head, feeling things that would break the entire code at once.

Anakin, it seemed, was fine avoiding me, and although I was grateful, it hurt a bit. I contemplated this as I perused the shelves of the archives, searching for something light to read.

Did he not at least want to spend time with his old master? We had been friends for 11 years- it was unlike him not to want to at least see me. Maybe he felt the same way? This thought made me excited, then horrified, and then once again I was calm. He couldn't feel that way- I would be kidding myself if I thought he did.

Another thought popped up- more startling than the first. Had he caught onto my feelings? This made my stomach sour and my head spin. I furrowed my brow. I had been all flustered that morning, and I was so quick to assume we had slept together, and I kept blushing at the smallest things...

kriffing HELL. I had been so obvious!

I was so lost in my thoughts that I jumped a foot when I felt a leather hand on my shoulder. I spun, drawing my saber and nearly missing Anakin's head.

"Obi-! Its only me, Master. I didn't mean to scare you; I am terribly sorry. Is everything all right? I sense your stress. you can tell me." A smile from him. I sheathed my saber, my neck heating in embarrassment as I clipped it onto my belt.

He's so force-damned nice. Why can't he be more of a dirtbag?

I gave him my 'annoyed master' face and tried to remedy the situation with a lecture. "Anakin, how many times have I told you to speak first?" He tilted his head at me, peering at me with his code-breaking smirk. Something stirred in my abdomen and my lips parted a bit.

Force. Why does he do this to me?

My ex-padawan snickered. "Master, I called your name three times. 'Obi-Wan? Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan!' and when you didn't respond to me, I tapped you and-" I cut him off. "Yes, we know what I did. Do you need something?" I tried to sound annoyed with him, but it was difficult, for in reality I was glad to be near him again.

I was very aware of him touching my shoulder, still, and brushed it off with a hand; this earned a blush from him? "Oh, sorry... I er" he refilled his lungs and fiddled with his saber at his side- a nervous habit for him.

"I uh, need to ask you something?" He looked at me again, and for the hundredth time I got all caught up in the caerulean navy mix of his eyes. "You can ask me anything, Anakin." He smiled a little, and then seemed to hesitate. "Never mind. Hope you find what you're looking for."

And he pivoted, walking away through the bookshelves. What a strange person. My gaze, with a mind of its own, lowered down, watching him as he walked away.

Kark me. This is torture.