disclaimers in the beginning
**Sorry, only a half cause I'm sooooooo sleepy....
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After making sure Kenobi was asleep again, you resumed your study of his 
face.  The low fire bathed his face with a golden glow and you blushed, 
thinking about how you'd like to see the rest of his skin painted with gilt.

He rolled over towards you, his lips still in an easy-curved smile and his 
lashes lying preciously against his slightly-flushed cheeks.  You 
tentatively reached out a finger to trace the soft skin beneath his eyes and 
were rewarded with a fluttery butterfly kiss for your efforts.  Suddenly, 
Kenobi started to toss and turn in his sleep, almost as if he were trying to 
escape a bad dream.

"Qui-Gon!!!!  NOOO!!"  You roughly shook his shoulder, glad that he didn't 
punch you for being awakened so abruptly.  Instead, Kenobi greeted you with 
one lazy, jewel-toned eye and you almost laughed at his cockiness.  You were 
trying to comfort him and he was acting BORED!  Of course,you decided to 
give him the benefit of a doubt and let the so-called snub fly right by.

"Qui-Gon.  Was he your Master, Obi-Wan?"  Kenobi looked startled, but you 
couldn't tell whether it was about your calling him Obi-Wan or you guessing 
that Qui-Gon was his Master.

"A little of both, actually.  But mostly about my name.  Tell me, Medic 
Extraordinare, why you haven't called me Obi-Wan before now."  You could 
tell that Obi-Wan was becoming more relaxed in your company, something you 
knew didn't happen often.  The poor man was too busy to make friends, and 
for him to be shy?  Well, Obi-Wan may have been coming out of his shell, but 
he still preferred to use his lightsaber and ask questions later.  The 
galaxy would be a much better place if everyone just did what they were 
supposed to without complaining.  There was nothing Obi-Wan hated to listen 
to more than squabbling delegates.