Elevator

Disclaimer: The characters belong to Lucas. No money is being made off of their shameless exploitation.
Notes: The day after the midnight showing of Episode III, at school, my friend Touma, and I discussed the film.. Very maturely, rest assured. And i quite sensibly stated that you would have to have the IQ of a toaster to miss all the slashy subtext and innuendoes between Anakin and Obi-Wan. We also discussed how much we preferred a clean-shaven Obi-Wan.
Love for the elevator scene, as well as a dominant Anakin led to this...

This is an RP, in progress. The result of squeeing fangirls, with an impressive knowledge of the dark side.. er.. I mean slash fiction.

Touma (Anakin)

Anakin suppressed a smirk, trying in vain to control his emotions. The pale reddish line circling Obi-Wan's face seemed to befuddle him. A man of such great intelligence, and he kept stroking his chin like he couldn't figure out what was missing.
"Come Master, the council calls for us."
'And let's see what Yoda thinks of your new look...'

Ima (Obi-Wan)

"Hmm...?"
Obi-Wan looked up at his blatantly amused apprentice.
"Oh, now really. It is not as though you've never seen me clean shaven." He brought his hand back up to his face, irritating the already sensitive, further.
"Not since I was fifteen." Anakin responded. He then stepped into the lift, and Anakin allowed the doors to close. Unable to stop himself, he raised the other hand to join the first feeling the contours of the now smooth skin.

Touma (Anakin)

Stepping into the lift, Anakin, after the doors shut, shoved the older man towards the wall.
"And remember what happened when I was fifteen." head tilted and lips tickled sensitive skin.
This was just basic fulfilling of adolescent needs. A not often spoken of, but understood, aspect of a padawan/master relationship. No emotional attachment was present. Or so Obi-Wan said..
'Then why, every time the two of us embark on a mission, do I worry more for him than I do for myself...'

Ima (Obi-Wan)

He gasped, softly, at the change in textures, from calloused fingers to smooth lips.. Scalding against his overly warm skin.
Stepping into the role that all saw him as, he became the master of the situation, pulling his apprentice into a kiss not lacking in passion. His hands twined through the younger mans hair, tightening just to the point of pain, before he ran his fingers through the locks, soothing away any discomfort he might have caused. Obi-Wan found that his actions were less repressed this day. Today, Anakin would test to become a Jedi knight. He had every faith in his padawans abilities. He had, after all, outstripped his teacher.

Touma (Anakin)

Sandy-brown wavy hair being tugged, pulled him closer to his master. But he refused to give in, this time. Shifting forward, Anakin pressed a leg in between Obi-Wan's. Hands fumbling, he pressed the stop button. Who knows how long this could take?

Ima (Obi-Wan)

Something had changed. A shift in power that meant so much more than the current situation foretold. His eyes flew open, and stared into the defiantly confidant ones of his padawan. Their impression caused a shiver to run down his spine. Still, tradition, if nothing else, demanded that the master be just that. Intending to reverse their positions, obi-Wan pushed Anakin from him.. to have height and strength forcing him back to the wall, knee parting his thighs even more insistently.
"Anakin, what are you doing?"

Touma (Anakin)

"Testing a theory, my master." He said this, mostly, to console his mentor.
Anakin tested his limits. Exerting even more force, he pressed his master against the wall of the lift more firmly.
'No time for anything lingering. So just a nice blow job, then. Master did look sooo tense this morning.' The last thought made Anakin smile. Though this didn't seem to console the other overly much, if only for the fact that his smile at the moment was not at its most sincere.


Ima (Obi-Wan)

Obi-Wan was not reassured by Anakins' words, or actions. And the smile (that oh so familiar smirk) only made him tense more. He shifted experimentally, or rather, attempted to shift. His padawan had him quite thoroughly pinned. Acting nonchalant, Obi-Wan leaned in to nip lightly at the juncture between Anakin's neck and shoulder. The move also served to hide the look of doubt that passed over his face.
"What, pray tell, is this theory?"
If it was what he guessed, then things could become much more tense before they relaxed, again.

Touma (Anakin)

Fingers trailed down the back of Obi-Wan's neck, playing with the short baby-soft hairs, and in turn making the older man shiver.
"It's very scientific, master. About the mechanical workings... very technical. And as you are not so mechanically inclined..." about that time Anakin gave up trying to formulate a cheap excuse. His master knew what he wanted, and he in turn, knew what his master liked. Bending his knees, evening the distance in height between them, Anakin rolled his hips along the older mans'. Pausing, he shifted the extra folds of fabric up, leaving only their pants to hinder his movements, as he continued to work his mentor.

Ima (Obi-Wan)

Obi-Wan gasped, nails digging into his padawan's shoulders. As if he weren't already having enough trouble concentrating on anything other than the incredibly skilled movements of his apprentice's body.. He arched away from the wall, helplessly, seeking to increase the already maddening friction. In a bold gesture, Obi-Wan dropped his hand to rub through the rough material of Anakin's pants.. Technical business, indeed.
"Tell me, my young padawan.. Are you attempting to seduce me? Or is it your intention to give me a tune-up?"

TBC...

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