disclaimers in the beginning
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"You know, reading people's minds without their knowledge is extremely 
rude."  You placed your hands on your hips and tried to give Kenobi a 
wilting stare.  He turned an interesting shade of magenta and you decided 
promptly that purplish-red really isn't his color.

"Well, given the circumstances, I should be a little rude.  You made an 
assumption about me that was completely untrue.  I am not a celibate priest, 
nor am I an innocent child.  I know the ways of the world."  Kenobi worked 
on making a sleep pallet for the both of you on the floor while you stared 
down your nose at him.

When he finished with the pallet, it was your turn wilt under someone's 
gaze.  Kenobi pulled you down to join him, you having changed into your 
pajamas after coming in from the snow.  He had left his leggings on, but 
stripped off his tunics, revealing a muscular chest.

Sighing loudly, you made a fuss about sleeping next to the Jedi and tried to 
get as far to the edge as you could without being on the floor.  Kenobi was 
out like a light as soon as his head his the pillow, but you found yourself 
staying awake and listening to him breathe.

In and out, in and out.  The man was completely relaxed.  You turned over 
and studied his face, the sharp angles and hard lines of his face softened 
by sleep.  He looked almost innocent, his eyes closed and lips slightly 
parted.  Before you could stop yourself, you trailed a finger across those 
perfect lips and were rewarded when he drew your finger into his mouth.

"Oh.."  You sighed loudly, unaware that your vocalizations had awoken the 
sleeping Jedi.

"Oh gods...I'm so sorry!"  With that, Kenobi rolled over and went back to 
sleep, leaving you very confused.