#obi-wan: anakin it's 150$ we're not breaking the bank here take the damn sheets

[tideswept]

i may be cheating going for a second word in the wip game! i may be a roguish internet maverick. choose whichever prompt you will, but my second request is "scream"

! darn. The only scream I have in the WIP mines is one I already posted. :( (and of course it was Obi-Wan screaming in agony, of course.)

but as you've been a very brave maverick, I will choose a new word for you. And that word is--(multiple sources whisper urgently in my ear) bath, because I know you got it, and let's--

Oh. Oh.

From the camboy Obikin AU! (aka, 20 year old Anakin tries to do Only Fans)

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It was getting late. Do-or-die time.

Anakin twisted the doorknob, making sure it was locked, and tucked a towel around the door gap to muffle as much noise as possible. Ahsoka walking to her room didn't need to hear what he was up to.

The warm glow of a bedside lamp cast hazy shadows on the walls, illuminating but not revealing everything. He thought it made his skin glow, showing off all the sunbathing he’d done over the summer while working outside.

He tugged his shirt off, throwing it to the side. He lifted the laptop from the desk, bringing it over to the bed.

For a moment, he considered the sheets, then tugged them off, letting them flutter to the floor. They were Egyptian cotton, so pricey that he’d protested to Obi-Wan that they’d get ruined just from the piss-poor quality of the water at school, but Obi-Wan had merely promised to buy another set if that happened.

This was the problem with rich people, Anakin groused. They couldn't appreciate things the way someone growing up with nothing but the clothes on his back did. He was not about to ruin his costly sheets by getting them soaked in lube. And other liquids.

But primarily lube.