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You awoke sometime the next morning, your back settled snugly into the 
cradle of Kenobi's hips.  Sighing almost imperceptibly, you wiggled back 
further into his hips, prompting him to throw his arms around you.  It was 
cold, colder than you ever could have imagined being.  When you were a 
child, you lived on Yavin V, a tropical planet well known for its sweltering 
temperatures.

And then there was Neva.  It was so cold, you could practically carve ice 
sculptures out of your breath.  Kenobi's lips alighted on the back of your 
neck then, and you jumped involuntarily.  Apparently, your motion woke him 
from a deep sleep.  He yawned softly and you turned in his arms, just in 
time to see his oceanic eyes open.  Ok, so you could easily drown in his 
eyes.  You weren't going to fall for him.

"We've got to get up, Love.  We have to make sure all the windows are 
sealed...look, that one was blown out by the storm."  He points to the 
window the two of you stood at the night before, and a large crack running 
along the center of the pane.

"We also have to ensure that we have enough kerosene to run those lamps.  As 
it is, no more reading for you.  We can't afford to waste what light we have 
on something so frivolous...see if you can't get a little light through the 
windows."  Kenobi pulled you up from the "bed" and it was then that you 
realized the full extent of your frostbite.  You could feel your toes loud 
and clear now, and they were definitely letting you know that they weren't 
pleased with your snowcapades yesterday.

"Gods, my feet.  I've never had frostbite before, and it bites the big one.  
Next time I do something for the Republic, I want it to be somewhere warm.  
Like Tatooine."  At your mention of the desert planet, Obi-Wan makes a face 
that you would have KILLED to have gotten on holofilm.

"Well you definitely don't want to be stuck on Tatooine for any extended 
period of time.  I had the extreme misfortune of being marrooned on that 
planet during the Trade Federation crisis on Naboo.  Imagine being stuck on 
a desert planet, cooped up inside a ship with three women who are ALL on 
their monthly cycles.  I did nothing but fetch chocolate and listen to a 
running commentary on who had the most cellulite on her thighs the entire 
time I was there."  You laugh at that, trying to envision a young, padawan 
Kenobi surrounded by a gaggle of hormonal women.

"Well, that doesn't sound like it was very fun.  Sad, I always thought you'd 
got the better end of the deal, a buffet like that."  It takes Kenobi a 
while to get your joke, but soon a light breaks through the clouds in his 
eyes and he throws his head back, laughing heartily.

"It wasn't all it could have been.  For one, Her Royal Highness was only 
fourteen years old.  I'd have been disowned had I engaged in anything 
extracurricular with HER."  This time, it was your turn to laugh.  You 
laughed and laughed, imagining Queen Amidala of Naboo in a naughty 
schoolgirl uniform.

"Don't tell me you're into that whole Ney It'brepars thing..I can arrange a 
singing telegram and a little more..."  You nudge Kenobi's elbow as if you 
were a Corellian pilot with a little too much Whyren's in him.  Ah yes, 
Whyren's.  The cure for everything ailing a man when he's in trouble with 
his woman.
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TBC