[ Obi-Wan isn't unfamiliar with being on the receiving end of Anakin's attentions. When he was little it was mostly one sided. Obi-Wan was literally in charge of caring for this boy's well being, he was the man to decide what ailments warranted a trip to the Healing Halls and what required bedrest and tea. Later came the days when Anakin would nurse him through his nightmares, would be the one changing his bandages and getting exasperated when Obi-Wan's mind healed faster than his body, leaving him cantankerous and immobile.
He doesn't feel sick. He doesn't even feel especially off until Anakin has closed the distance and touched his forehead.
It's like being soaked in warm sunlight, that wonderful scent wrapping around him and clogging his sinuses. Obi-Wan is struck with the desire to turn into Anakin's hand, press his face into his palm and breath him in. He closes his eyes to curb the impulse and inhales, filling his lungs. Normally this would help him find balance. He doesn't even realize his mistake. ]
No... [ He murmurs, lifting his free hand to put his fingers into the crook of Anakin's elbow, as though he were either going to take his arm away or hold it in place, but then does neither and simply holds on. He can feel the throb of the other Jedi's pulse against his fingertips. It makes his teeth ache. ] I... I need your help shaving.
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[ Obi-Wan isn't unfamiliar with being on the receiving end of Anakin's attentions. When he was little it was mostly one sided. Obi-Wan was literally in charge of caring for this boy's well being, he was the man to decide what ailments warranted a trip to the Healing Halls and what required bedrest and tea. Later came the days when Anakin would nurse him through his nightmares, would be the one changing his bandages and getting exasperated when Obi-Wan's mind healed faster than his body, leaving him cantankerous and immobile.
He doesn't feel sick. He doesn't even feel especially off until Anakin has closed the distance and touched his forehead.
It's like being soaked in warm sunlight, that wonderful scent wrapping around him and clogging his sinuses. Obi-Wan is struck with the desire to turn into Anakin's hand, press his face into his palm and breath him in. He closes his eyes to curb the impulse and inhales, filling his lungs. Normally this would help him find balance. He doesn't even realize his mistake. ]
No... [ He murmurs, lifting his free hand to put his fingers into the crook of Anakin's elbow, as though he were either going to take his arm away or hold it in place, but then does neither and simply holds on. He can feel the throb of the other Jedi's pulse against his fingertips. It makes his teeth ache. ] I... I need your help shaving.