disclaimers in the beginning
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You propped on one elbow and looked Kenobi in the face, not quite sure how 
to answer his question.  Really, you did feel closer to him, sharing a 
nightmare is an experience that brings people together whether they like it 
or not.  Although, on the other hand, you didn't really want to admit to the 
"stodgy" Jedi that you were warming up to him.

"I don't know, just like a change of pace.  'Sides, I COULD have called you 
Scruffy."  You pull at his neatly-trimmed beard playfully, surprised to 
discover that it was soft to the touch, the hairs tickling across the pads 
of your fingers.  Normally you weren't a fan of facial hair on men, but this 
was a welcome diversion.  You leaned back, appraising the Jedi with an 
objective approach.  He was very, very handsome.

In fact, you wouldn't have minded if you were stuck in this cabin forever, 
provided he didn't open his mouth.  Sure, every woman in the Temple swore up 
and down that Obi-Wan Kenobi was so shy he couldn't breathe without 
blushing, but you knew this wasn't true.  You had an inkling of a feeling 
that Obi-Wan chose his words carefully, and avoided any unnecessary 
expenditures of energy.  Yes, he wasn't one to waste his breath with yelling 
and screaming.  It was almost if he were the epitome of a proverb you once 
read: The boiling pot dries up fastest, while the pot that simmers lasts 
many nights.

Yes, Obi-Wan WOULD last many nights.  *Oops,* you think, *I shouldn't have 
thought that around Mr. I-Can-Read-Minds.*  You shoot Obi-Wan a glance, glad 
to see that he didn't catch your thought.  Instead he seems to be doing much 
of the same thing you're doing: appraising.

You grab your glasses off the small table above your head and nonchalantly 
clean them, secretly peering at Kenobi through your eyelashes.  Bet he 
didn't know you could actually SEE without your glasses on.

Ok, so the word "see" was debatable.  You could tell that he was a fuzzy 
brown lump roughly two feet from you.  You could tell that he was moving, 
probably readjusting the blankets.  Wait..he was coming closer.  Damn!  And 
you didn't have your glasses on!  You could feel one of his hands brush your 
eyelids closed while the other hand clasped over yours and took your 
glasses.  He leaned in closer, you think, and whispered against your lips.

"You're prettier without them, love."  With that, he closed his mouth over 
yours, surprising you.  However, it wasn't a BAD surprise, really, it was 
rather nice.  He was a good kisser.  Ok, so you were lying.  He was the best 
kisser you'd ever met, and he stole your breath away in this one simple 
kiss.  And it wasn't even a DEEP kiss.  You were falling for him, and hard.

Sighing loudly, you tried to regain your acidic tongue.  "How much longer 
are we stuck here?"  You tried to make it sound whiny, but it came out all 
breathless and sexy.  Damn that man all the way to the bottom of Sith hell.

"Another two weeks."  Oh well, something's to be said for a man that is 
brutally honest.
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