“Not…a
damn…word.” Obi-Wan gritted out.

Anakin blinked a
bit but couldn’t quite remove his eyes to look at the others face.
He was kind of busy watching the others pale stomach that was painted
with black symbols. Not that Obi-Wan’s bare legs weren’t
distracting.

Long and sculpted
with red hairs along his legs.

Loin cloth and
bronze jewelry did NOT cover much.

“So
you’re…what? Their god?” Anakin heard himself say.

“Yes.” Obi-Wan
let out a frustrated noise. “And I’m suppose to accept you as a
sacrifice and then let myself get murdered. I’d like not to do
that.”

“…So we landed
on a planet with people who think you’re a god.” Anakin felt his
lips twitch.

“…I swear to
the mythical above, if you laugh, I will hit you.” Obi-Wan scowled
angrily.

“Or what, you’re
going to kill me?” Anakin grinned.

“Look, lets just
see about getting out of this.” The archaeologist sighed. “Why
the hell did I hire you?” He muttered.

“Because Qui-Gon
keeps recommending me.” The blond laughed as Obi-Wan finally moved
over to him to untie him, the tight ropes around his wrists and
leaving marks behind. Gentle fingertips lingered ever so slightly.

Anakin instantly
shifted around enough to cup the others cheek. “Beside, leaving
your husband lonesome would be considered rude.” He smiled,
stroking with his thumb.

Obi-Wan pushed
into the hand a bit, eyes closing as some tenseness faded from his
shoulders. “When they pushed you into the tent…I haven’t been
that relieved since Umara.” He whispered quietly. “I thought.”
He swallowed. “When the river swept you away…” Obi-Wan
shuddered.

Anakin leaned in
and pressed a tender kiss to the others brow. “No. No I was fine,
managed to snag a root and pulled myself out.” Best not to mention
how close he was to the waterfall though. Obi-Wan really didn’t
need that already dealt with worry. “Was on my way to find you when
they found me first.”

“Is that how you
got these?” Obi-Wan hand brushed Anakin’s own cheek, brushing
against the cuts on his cheek.

“Yeah. Easy,
they’re sore…think they might be infected.” Anakin hissed.

“They feel warm
and puffy…” Obi-Wan agreed before looking at the tent flap and
then back at his husband. “…Cut through the back?”

“Carefully.”
Anakin nodded in agreement.

()()()

Pressing Obi-Wan
against the shower wall, Anakin pressed several kisses to the others
pale neck while hitching the others leg up around his hip. “I
forget how kriffing good you look sometimes. Damn miracle each time I
get reminded.” He chuckled warmly against the skin as water ran
down their bodies.

“Anakin.”
Obi-Wan hissed. “There’s not enough hot water for tha-” He cut
of with a little whimper.

“Best make this
quick then huh? Damn shame, like having you in the shower.”

“You are a
terrible influence.” Obi-Wan whispered, nails digging into the
others back. He was smiling though.

“Hey, you get
paraded around in a silkyish loin cloth and delicate bronze chain
jewlery and you think I won’t have a reaction to it once we’re
safe?” Anakin nosed into his neck.

“What, nothing
about the coal paint?” Obi-Wan hitched his leg a bit higher,
humming as he tilted his neck.

“Make it edible
instead and we’ll talk about it.” Anakin hummed.

“Anakin…”
Obi-Wan’s voice was soft and the tone made him pull away to watch
the other. “I love you.” He smiled softly, red hair slicked down
against his skin by the shower, eyes lidded and a gentle smile on his
lips.

If there was ever
a more gorgeous being in the galaxy then what Anakin was seeing at
this moment then Anakin had never meet them. “I love you too
Obi-Wan.”