#just obikin being the cutest and hottest as usual

[sopherfly]

One more small fic before I return to my bigger WIPs ☺️

This is another one for @temple-mistress, who adores these goobers at least as much as I do (a Very Normal Amount).

an excerpt—the full fic has more sweetness (and also some 🌶🌶🌶)

The light outside creeps further into the sky, becoming more visible through the blinds as the minutes pass. Anakin studies Obi-Wan’s face, his gaze tracing and retracing the lines he already knows by heart. Finally, Obi-Wan stirs.

“Hmm.” Obi-Wan cracks one eye open. His presence in the Force is still soft, thick with a calm, drowsy haze. “Are you watching me sleep?” he asks slowly.

“Maybe,” Anakin replies, skimming gold-tipped fingers along the line of his beard.

Obi-Wan’s mouth curves with a lazy smile. “Why?”

Because Obi-Wan is the most handsome man Anakin has ever met. Because he looks so serene, so unburdened while he sleeps. Because Anakin needs to commit the image to memory—he needs to remind himself that this is real.

“A lot of reasons,” Anakin answers. “But you’re awake now, so.” He shifts closer, pressing a lingering kiss to Obi-Wan’s lips. “Good morning.”

Obi-Wan tilts his head up, brushing their noses together. “Hello there.”