Title: Untitled Snippets.
Author: Erin Maloney
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em.
Distribution: The Archive, if they want it. Force Haven.
Warnings: None. One happens during RotS, but I'm sure everyone remembers that particular scene with fondness.
Summary: just two ideas that popped into my head and I wrote them down, a few of you may recognize them.
"Master Kenobi!" Mace shouted, face going dangerously red with ire. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like, Mace?" he asked, not looking bothered by this interuption at all. "I'm just taking your orders and 'discipling' Anakin. He's been behaving himself for quite some time now. Doing his duty like a good Jedi should, has he not?"
Mace spluttered for words, not able to find anything to say. He watched, in disbelief as Anakin Skywalker-self-proclaimed hero of several Clone Wars battles-snuggled closer into Obi-Wan. If that boy got any closer, he thought resentfully, he'd be inside of Obi-Wan.
"Then why are you complaining about my methods?" Obi-Wan innocently finished his statement, patting Anakin's head where it rested against his chest. "Anakin?"
"Yes, Master?" he asked, raising his head to look at him in an indecently seductive manner.
"Apologize to Master Windu for your creative redecorating of the High Jedi Council Chambers," he said sternly, though his hand had not ceased its motions.
Disgraceful, Mace thought, noting the way Anakin turned to face him. The blue eyes were at half-mast, sending an illicit thrill of something down his spine. Mace didn't like it.
Not one bit.
"I am most sorry for what I did to the Council Chambers, Master Windu. I see now that it was...wrong of me. I shall endevor to do better."
Grinding his teeth, Mace nodded. He could find no fault in the apology. "I'm sure you will. Obi-Wan, a word with you, if I may?"
And here's #2:
Obi-Wan finally drew himself out of his preoccupation with Anakin's butt and used what little Force sense he had available to him to search for the Chancellor. Upon not finding him, he asked, somewhat confusedly. "Anakin, where's the Chancellor?"
He almost shrugged but didn't want to lose his precious burden, so he settled for an, "Uhm, oops?"
"Oops, Anakin?" he repeated. "What happened to the Chancellor?"
"He fell?" For a moment, Obi-Wan contemplated trying to straighten up, but since that would mean putting his hands on Anakin's butt, he figured it might not be a good idea. His hands going there always lead to trouble.
Fun. But trouble. "Why didn't you try to save him?"
"Because I had you to worry over?" Anakin said, hoping that would work.
"Oh." There had to be a more appropriate answer but Obi-Wan couldn't think of one. He was flattered that Anakin valued him over the Chancellor, though he figured that he shouldn't be in this situation.
"You all right there?" This rather stunning response worried Anakin. But he wouldn't push him. Obi-Wan might decide to lecture him and he'd rather not listen to that.
"Sure. I always like this view." Obi-Wan figured he shouldn't have said that. But for the life of him, he could not think of a good reason why not.
Anakin figured he'd better get Obi-Wan out of the elevator shaft and onto steady ground, though he was enjoying the rather cute responses of his beffudled Master. He'd often wondered what his Master thought when he looked at him. But all the blood rushing to his head couldn't be good for him.
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