BEP ficlet - Angsty
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salixbabylonTitle/Prompt: "Angsty" from the 28-fics-meme (30 actually)
Pairing: Obi-Wan/Anakin for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Author:salixbabylon
Rating: R
Word Count: 350
Disclaimer: The boys actually belong to George. I'm just making them do naughty things he would never approve of. Probably.
His master infuriated him unbelievably. Fury and humor were so close to each other whenever they interacted, and Anakin never knew which one was going to burst forth out of his chest. Would he be amused by his master's calm rationality or incensed by it? Day by day, his moods swung like living organisms jumped up on too many stims.
And it wasn't just the clash of personalities, either. No, after so many years, Anakin was used to that. What really set his teeth on edge were his master's boots.
Sleek, polished leather. Wholesome brown, sturdy and strong and earthy. Well-worn, only replaced at utmost need, Obi-Wan's boots reflected all the effort and care he put into prolonging the life and health of all the people and things around him. And it was practical, effortless care - every being and item valued for its contribution, never any waste that could be avoided. Obi-Wan worked hard, rarely rested, and was on his feet striving to serve the galaxy day after day after day. In these same boots, supporting and protecting him at every step.
When he polished them at night, Anakin always took a secret moment to let his nose dip into the supple leather, wafting in the scent of animal hide mixed with the scent of Obi-Wan. The musky odors made his nose tingle and his eyes burn with the slight hint of wood smoke and memory.
Anakin resented polishing his master's boots because of the erection it gave him, not because he despised the menial task. It was just easier to let Obi-Wan think the latter than to explain.
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Obi-Wan paused outside Anakin's door, stopped from entering by the sounds of labored breathing and rustling bedding. He felt a tumult in the Force that was saturated with the deep red of sexual passion. He cringed as he heard his padawan gasp his name, then withdrew hastily, before Anakin could gather his wits enough to sense him.
As he entered his own bedroom, Obi-Wan sighed. There was no way in the universe this wasn't going to turn out badly.
~end~
Pairing: Obi-Wan/Anakin for
heartofslashAuthor:
salixbabylonRating: R
Word Count: 350
Disclaimer: The boys actually belong to George. I'm just making them do naughty things he would never approve of. Probably.
His master infuriated him unbelievably. Fury and humor were so close to each other whenever they interacted, and Anakin never knew which one was going to burst forth out of his chest. Would he be amused by his master's calm rationality or incensed by it? Day by day, his moods swung like living organisms jumped up on too many stims.
And it wasn't just the clash of personalities, either. No, after so many years, Anakin was used to that. What really set his teeth on edge were his master's boots.
Sleek, polished leather. Wholesome brown, sturdy and strong and earthy. Well-worn, only replaced at utmost need, Obi-Wan's boots reflected all the effort and care he put into prolonging the life and health of all the people and things around him. And it was practical, effortless care - every being and item valued for its contribution, never any waste that could be avoided. Obi-Wan worked hard, rarely rested, and was on his feet striving to serve the galaxy day after day after day. In these same boots, supporting and protecting him at every step.
When he polished them at night, Anakin always took a secret moment to let his nose dip into the supple leather, wafting in the scent of animal hide mixed with the scent of Obi-Wan. The musky odors made his nose tingle and his eyes burn with the slight hint of wood smoke and memory.
Anakin resented polishing his master's boots because of the erection it gave him, not because he despised the menial task. It was just easier to let Obi-Wan think the latter than to explain.
Obi-Wan paused outside Anakin's door, stopped from entering by the sounds of labored breathing and rustling bedding. He felt a tumult in the Force that was saturated with the deep red of sexual passion. He cringed as he heard his padawan gasp his name, then withdrew hastily, before Anakin could gather his wits enough to sense him.
As he entered his own bedroom, Obi-Wan sighed. There was no way in the universe this wasn't going to turn out badly.
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Date: 2006-11-01 03:11 am (UTC)*sigh*
Badly badly badly.
*burns*
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Date: 2006-11-01 03:53 pm (UTC)This was a lot mroe fun to write once I gave up on pretending I knew where it was going to go and just peeked into what was in Anakin's head around age 15.
Poor Obi-Wan. Come here, I'll comfort you...
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Date: 2006-11-01 04:13 pm (UTC)Wow, that's one scratchy beard! But I don't mind, Obi-Wan. No one's ever going to see the rash there. You go ahead, dear. Do whatever you need to make you feel better... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
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Date: 2006-11-01 04:18 pm (UTC)Fine then.
*steals Qui-Gon*
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Date: 2006-11-01 05:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-02 01:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-02 04:08 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it! *hug*