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Anakin found the idea of Obi-Wan allergic to something absolutely charming, in some weird way. It was information he'd never known before - so it meant it was something he had the privilege of learning now, not information he had from his memories.

He quickly capped the bottle and, using the Force, set it far away from them on a counter.

"You alright?" he asked, making sure Obi-Wan wasn't going to go into anaphylaxis.

He was somewhat charmed and somewhat confused by the concern and looked over his shoulder at Anakin, one eyebrow tilting up just a bit. "Besides wanting to rub my nose and mildly embarrassed and amused.... I'm fine."

"The last thing I want is you dying from smelling bath soaps," Anakin said, pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan's temple. "I don't want to lose you. And it would be very hard to explain to the authorities here. But, death by flame-lily sounds epic."

"I don't think my blood pressure is anywhere near enough to have anything explode from sneezing." He absolutely melted at the kiss against his temple though and did so kind of abruptly and excessively completely given the simple nature of the affection. Between that and the words and his own ... rawness, it made him love Anakin so much it made his throat tight.

Anakin closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment, letting Obi-Wan's feelings wash over him. His boyfriend was maddening, but in a good way, a way that Anakin welcomed.

"You need to get your hair wet," he mumbled in Obi-Wan's ear.

Anakin's what now?

...He wouldn't really protest Anakin's, anyway, or even be overly disturbed by it. The boyfriend might throw him.

He tilted his head around and leaned back.

"Are we done picking a ...flavor?"

And he was Obi-Wan's boyfriend, he'd like to see how Obi-Wan reacted to someone pointing that out to him.

For now, he'd settle for just washing the man's hair.

"Fruit or the stuff you put in my hair?"

He twisted around just enough to be able to graze his teeth across Anakin's jaw, in a totally impulsive move. If he'd thought about it, he'd have tripped.

"Whichever you want to smell more. Pick one."

Anakin laughed. He'd let this man bite him wherever, just about whenever, if Obi-Wan wanted to.

"Get your hair wet," he reminded Obi-Wan as he reached for the fruit smelling shampoo.

He stretched his legs out toward the opposite side of the massive tub, then bent his knees and used that motion to give him plenty of room to slide under the water. He actually stayed there for a few seconds, enjoying the more enveloping heat.

Then of course came up, pushing water and hair back away from his face and returning to leaning against Anakin's chest.

Anakin spilled a good portion of shampoo into his left hand, which he then directly applied to Obi-Wan's head. It would take him longer to work up a lather, but he was only working with one hand. The last thing he wanted to do was to snag Obi-Wan's hair in the joints of his metal hand.

But he found that it was nice to take his time, dragging his fingers through Obi-Wan's hair, with a bit of sharp nails here and there.

"I'm tempted to lick you now, this smells delicious... I might be hungry."

"Just don't ask me to watch a sunrise and make remarks about wanting to lick me and expect the result to be breakfast."

He leaned back a little with a soft groan, then realized how much he was enjoying himself and second-guessed whether he should be. Then thought for a third time and decided, nope, it was still early enough in the morning that he was going to.

"Is that an invitation to lick you?" Anakin asked playfully as his hand did the same thing Obi-Wan's did and traveled down the man's neck and shoulders, massaging the soap into whatever skin it could reach.

"An open one." He smiled and dropped his head down a little, then sort of used Anakin's hands as leverage and forced himself to stretch past tension he was carrying in his neck.

He did remember to close his eyes against the possibility of getting lather in them. "I wouldn't while I'm covered in soap, though."

Anakin stopped gently rubbing the soap in and where he found tight muscles switch between using his thumb and the heel of hand to knead out those tight spots. There was something about trying to address Obi-Wan's underlying muscle aches that Anakin found touchingly intimate. He wished he could do this with both hands, but his metal hand was really not good for massaging bodies.

"You should rinse your hair," he said. "So I can lick you."

"I don't know, I'm kind of enjoying the alternative...." He was, but it was also a little physically and emotionally uncomfortable, because he couldn't really even pretend he wasn't tense when it was happening under Anakin's hands.

He didn't elaborate, just slid down under the water and got one hand up so rake through his hair to work the soap out.

"C'mon here," Anakin said when Obi-Wan popped back up. He slipped his arms around Obi-Wan to pull him back in close.

"I could take a nap in here with you." They'd only been awake for a short period of time, but it was still true. He couldn't get more relaxed. The water was still hot. And despite the hard material the tub was made off, it was built so perfectly it was as comfortable as the bed.

He settled back against Anakin's chest without too much protest - or, rather, without any beyond a vague feeling that he should. He had no desire to turn that vague feeling into any sort of action, though.

"Then why don't we?" It felt good, he was more relaxed and the hot water (and Anakin) felt wonderful. "It'll pass time to get to Leia more quickly, too."

With Obi-Wan leaning against him again, Anakin just sank more into the heady feeling of comfort.

"I don't need anymore convincing." He settled so that he could rest his head back against the tup and closed his eyes.

It was a wonderful nap.

He wasn't sure how long they stayed like that as he couldn't see any time piece, but he didn't care. And the water didn't lose its heat the whole time - there must have been some kind of heating element built into the tub. He loved advanced technology.

But Anakin woke up and then waited for Obi-Wan to do the same, though his stomach protested waiting for food.

Now dressed and in the kitchen, he was looking at the cupboards.

"Do you care what we eat?"

He didn't sleep deeply, but he did sleep and he didn't wake up with his heart racing out of his chest, so it was all around a win.

He got dried off and dressed, combed his hair and followed Anakin into the kitchen, feeling just a bit bemused at how much he was doing the following right now. He didn't think he minded - at all, really. It might even be a little bit of a... relief? Something like it, anyway.

He shook his head and sat down to watch Anakin. "I'm not particularly hungry, but will eat with you so long as it isn't some meat based meal."

"I miss waffles," Anakin said wistfully. "Maybe I'll figure out how to make a waffle iron someday." Actually, that was not a bad side project. Then he'd have to figure out the recipe.

"Um, looks like there's fresh fruit, oats of some kind. There are eggs and, oh! Blue milk."

"What's a waffle and why does it need an iron?" There was a definite culture and language problem happening there.

He got up and went to explore the options and then - "Put that together and it's a meal. Do you want to cook the oats or slice the fruit?"

"Fruit," Anakin said, and he grabbed the bowl and knife.

"Okay, iron- So that word..." Anakin had to think about why people on Earth called a waffle iron an iron. "I think the first waffle irons were actually made out of iron. But... a waffle iron, there are two hot irons, cast in a grid-like shape, and you pour batter between them, then press them together until the batter is cooked. Trust me, it's really good. You put butter - lots of butter - and syrup on it. Sometimes you put fruit. Oh, and whipped cream."

"So it's... bread?" He got a pretty good mental image from Anakin's description. How it worked, much less so.

He handed Anakin a knife and went to find a pot and to grab the oats.

"No," Anakin said, and he sounded slightly offended. "It's not bread. It's got flour in it, yes. But Cake isn't bread. It's like crispy cake."

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