[ How Obi-Wan manages to make the same mental leap as Anakin is only a testament to the fourteen years they have spent in one another's pockets, but here he is, doing it all the same. ]

That is not how I remember it.

[ He hums, spreading his knees and pulling his friend between them. This is closer than they were when Anakin was checking his temperature in the kitchen. Obi-Wan's eyes rove his face once he is near. They are of a height this way, and Obi-Wan can look him in the eye without having to tilt his chin up anymore. ]

In fact, I remember much complaining about being used as bait as well as...

[ Having let go of his arm, Obi-Wan had reached between them to tuck the tumble of curls at Anakin's temple behind his ear, and this is when he trails off. His gaze had followed the pathway of his hand, and both of them settle into the cup of Anakin's neck. His thumb strokes a path down the other Jedi's throat and stops in his plunder's gap. The pounding of Anakin's heart is a symphony under his fingertips. He can almost see the flowing of his blood in his jugular.

He swallows, inhales with an opened mouth, lashes hanging low over the liquid dark of his eyes. Everything else is muted to his senses save this man in front of him, but that's just fine. He trusts nobody more. Still, his voice has a dreamlike quality to it when he whispers: ]

I can feel your heartbeat in my teeth.