Title: A Morning With a View
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Mace Windu
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Obi-Wan and Mace take a relaxing morning on their retreat.
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A Morning With A View:
The terrace is peaceful, but isn’t anything Obi-Wan expects at a Jedi temple. The temple itself is high in the mountains and the view is breathtaking. There are several peaks covered in a lush array of trees. There’s a fog this early in the morning that seems to add to the hush. There are several cushioned rocking chairs and small tables beside each. He settles into one, smiling when he realizes that the chair is large enough that he can sit cross legged in it.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in, letting his shoulders relax.
There are several deliberate steps as Mace joins him. Obi-Wan opens his eyes. “I could feel you coming. You didn’t need to be purposefully loud.”
Mace rests in the doorway holding a steaming cup. “Trying to stay in practice.”
“There’s a story there.”
Mace nods, then takes a sip from the cup. He nods to himself, then steps onto the terrace. He presses a kiss to Obi-Wan’s forehead and then the cup into his hands before he heads back in to grab his own tea, that’s likely still steeping.
“Thank you,” Obi-Wan says before taking a sip and closing his eyes in pleasure. When Mace rejoins him and settles into a chair next to him, he comments, “I didn’t realize there was honey.”
“Compliments of Commander Neyo.”
Obi-Wan raises his eyebrows. “He’s seen you eat toast when you’ve had a horrible day.”
“He finds it amusing that I have a sweet tooth,” Mace agrees.
“Thanks for sharing.”
“You’re welcome.”
They sit in silence for a moment, drinking their tea and enjoying the view.
“I know we agreed to not talk about the war while we were here, but those are the only topics I can think to bring up,” Mace admits.
Obi-Wan hums non-committedly, his hands warm around the cup as he considers this. “Is talking about work going to make you lose a bet with Depa?”
“It’s been longer than twenty-four hours.”
Obi-Wan grins down at his cup for a moment, then he glances at Mace.
“Yes,” Mace answers.
“I didn’t even ask yet,” Obi-Wan protests.
Mace raises his eyebrows playfully and Obi-Wan snorts.
“Are you going to ask?” Mace prods.
“I’m not going to have you think I’m in any way protesting how long we spent in bed,” Obi-Wan objects with faux primness.
Mace smirks. Obi-Wan laughs softly. Mace smiles at him fondly, then shakes his head. “Food. We need to eat first.”
Obi-Wan agrees before taking another sip of his tea. “I think I’m going to get a blanket. Do you want one?”
“We could just go make breakfast.”
“I think I want a few more moments enjoying the view,” Obi-Wan says.
Mace nods. “It’s peaceful.”
Obi-Wan tilts his head. Mace is looking out at the mountains and the trees. The tension from the last few months is finally easing from his shoulders. “It’s beautiful and you’re beautiful enjoying it.”
“Flatterer,” Mace teases.
Obi-Wan hums a protest, but the morning chill has him setting his cup down and heading towards the door. He pauses to share a kiss with Mace. When he pulls away Mace asks for a blanket as well. It doesn’t take long to find the closet that the blankets are stacked in. He grabs two and heads back to the terrace. Mace has moved their cups further down the terrace. The rocker he’s found will hold both of them. Obi-Wan carefully tucks one of the blankets around Mace and then sits down and settles close. He wraps the second blanket over both their laps. Mace hands him his tea and then wraps his free arm around Obi-Wan. It takes them a brief moment to get comfortable, but then they’re pressed against each other and enjoying the view.
“Did you have a bet with Anakin about how long we’d go before talking about work?” Mace asks.
“Rex,” Obi-Wan informs. “And forty-eight hours.”
“We could head back to the bedroom,” Mace offers.
“After breakfast,” Obi-Wan agrees.
Mace hums his agreement.
“Besides if I lost I agreed to teach Cody how to use my lightsaber,” Obi-Wan reasons. “He always manages to find it so I should anyway.”
“You lose your lightsaber that often?”
“My lightsaber likes Cody,” Obi-Wan protests. “And honestly what is there to not like about Cody?”
“Your lightsaber likes Cody better than it likes you?” The tease is mild and Obi-Wan tilts his head so he can smile at Mace. They share another kiss, soft and slow.
When Mace pulls away he asks, “Do you think we need to test him?”
“For Force sensitivity?” Obi-Wan asks. “He’d have to agree.”
“There’s been some reports of clones that might be by Knight Swan and Master Utrila,” Mace clarifies.
“Now we are definitely talking about work,” Obi-Wan observes.
“Rex won his bet or perhaps Cody won,” Mace agrees.
Obi-Wan takes another sip of his tea. “It was something I meant to offer anyway, though Rex deserves to win something too.”
“We could make him some candy towards the end of our stay. I think we have the right ingredients,” Mace suggests.
“Towards the end or I’ll end up wanting to eat all of it,” Obi-Wan protests.
“We could make a batch to test the recipe,” Mace offers.
“We could,” Obi-Wan agrees.
They lapse into silence again, enjoying each other’s warmth and the view until they’ve finished their tea. Obi-Wan frowns down at his empty cup. “Do you want to tell me what kind of mischief Hawkeye and Trapper have gotten into?”
“They teamed up with WAC-47.”
“Oh no,” Obi-Wan breathes, then he smiles slowly. “I know it was probably more paperwork for you, but I’m going to enjoy this.”
“Over making breakfast?” Mace asks.
Obi-Wan considers this. “One more kiss first?”
Mace smiles softly. He sets his cup on the nearby table, then takes Obi-Wan’s and places it beside his. He starts to turn, but Obi-Wan puts a hand on his shoulder to still him, before taking the blanket from their laps and draping it over his own shoulders as he shifts to straddle Mace’s lap. He adjusts the blanket so that it covers both of them, creating a cocoon above their heads. Mace squeeze’s Obi-Wan’s thighs. Obi-Wan laughs as he presses their foreheads against each other. Mace tilts his head to capture Obi-Wan’s lips. Obi-Wan relaxes into the kiss, cupping Mace’s face. Mace slides his hands up Obi-Wan’s chest, then around his neck and up into his hair, tugging in the way he knows Obi-Wan likes. Obi-Wan hums pleasantly as they deepen the kiss, tongues sliding and exploring for a moment. Mace is reluctant to pull away. Obi-Wan’s eyes are still closed and he presses his lips together.
“Breakfast,” Obi-Wan sighs.
“Breakfast, then more kissing.”
“More than kissing,” Obi-Wan amends.
Mace snorts. “Obviously.”
“And you’re going to tell me why you’re trying to be loud with your steps?” Obi-Wan reminds.
Mace groans. “I startled Neyo.”
“Do you know how quiet you must have been?” Obi-Wan teases as he stands and moves to fold up their blankets.
Mace picks up their cups. “By the end of this war I might have forgotten how.”
“You’ll remember for theater,” Obi-Wan reassures as they head inside to start their day.
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Mace Windu
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Obi-Wan and Mace take a relaxing morning on their retreat.
A/N: Written as a treat fic for
thesecondbatgirl for swrarepairs.A Morning With A View:
The terrace is peaceful, but isn’t anything Obi-Wan expects at a Jedi temple. The temple itself is high in the mountains and the view is breathtaking. There are several peaks covered in a lush array of trees. There’s a fog this early in the morning that seems to add to the hush. There are several cushioned rocking chairs and small tables beside each. He settles into one, smiling when he realizes that the chair is large enough that he can sit cross legged in it.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in, letting his shoulders relax.
There are several deliberate steps as Mace joins him. Obi-Wan opens his eyes. “I could feel you coming. You didn’t need to be purposefully loud.”
Mace rests in the doorway holding a steaming cup. “Trying to stay in practice.”
“There’s a story there.”
Mace nods, then takes a sip from the cup. He nods to himself, then steps onto the terrace. He presses a kiss to Obi-Wan’s forehead and then the cup into his hands before he heads back in to grab his own tea, that’s likely still steeping.
“Thank you,” Obi-Wan says before taking a sip and closing his eyes in pleasure. When Mace rejoins him and settles into a chair next to him, he comments, “I didn’t realize there was honey.”
“Compliments of Commander Neyo.”
Obi-Wan raises his eyebrows. “He’s seen you eat toast when you’ve had a horrible day.”
“He finds it amusing that I have a sweet tooth,” Mace agrees.
“Thanks for sharing.”
“You’re welcome.”
They sit in silence for a moment, drinking their tea and enjoying the view.
“I know we agreed to not talk about the war while we were here, but those are the only topics I can think to bring up,” Mace admits.
Obi-Wan hums non-committedly, his hands warm around the cup as he considers this. “Is talking about work going to make you lose a bet with Depa?”
“It’s been longer than twenty-four hours.”
Obi-Wan grins down at his cup for a moment, then he glances at Mace.
“Yes,” Mace answers.
“I didn’t even ask yet,” Obi-Wan protests.
Mace raises his eyebrows playfully and Obi-Wan snorts.
“Are you going to ask?” Mace prods.
“I’m not going to have you think I’m in any way protesting how long we spent in bed,” Obi-Wan objects with faux primness.
Mace smirks. Obi-Wan laughs softly. Mace smiles at him fondly, then shakes his head. “Food. We need to eat first.”
Obi-Wan agrees before taking another sip of his tea. “I think I’m going to get a blanket. Do you want one?”
“We could just go make breakfast.”
“I think I want a few more moments enjoying the view,” Obi-Wan says.
Mace nods. “It’s peaceful.”
Obi-Wan tilts his head. Mace is looking out at the mountains and the trees. The tension from the last few months is finally easing from his shoulders. “It’s beautiful and you’re beautiful enjoying it.”
“Flatterer,” Mace teases.
Obi-Wan hums a protest, but the morning chill has him setting his cup down and heading towards the door. He pauses to share a kiss with Mace. When he pulls away Mace asks for a blanket as well. It doesn’t take long to find the closet that the blankets are stacked in. He grabs two and heads back to the terrace. Mace has moved their cups further down the terrace. The rocker he’s found will hold both of them. Obi-Wan carefully tucks one of the blankets around Mace and then sits down and settles close. He wraps the second blanket over both their laps. Mace hands him his tea and then wraps his free arm around Obi-Wan. It takes them a brief moment to get comfortable, but then they’re pressed against each other and enjoying the view.
“Did you have a bet with Anakin about how long we’d go before talking about work?” Mace asks.
“Rex,” Obi-Wan informs. “And forty-eight hours.”
“We could head back to the bedroom,” Mace offers.
“After breakfast,” Obi-Wan agrees.
Mace hums his agreement.
“Besides if I lost I agreed to teach Cody how to use my lightsaber,” Obi-Wan reasons. “He always manages to find it so I should anyway.”
“You lose your lightsaber that often?”
“My lightsaber likes Cody,” Obi-Wan protests. “And honestly what is there to not like about Cody?”
“Your lightsaber likes Cody better than it likes you?” The tease is mild and Obi-Wan tilts his head so he can smile at Mace. They share another kiss, soft and slow.
When Mace pulls away he asks, “Do you think we need to test him?”
“For Force sensitivity?” Obi-Wan asks. “He’d have to agree.”
“There’s been some reports of clones that might be by Knight Swan and Master Utrila,” Mace clarifies.
“Now we are definitely talking about work,” Obi-Wan observes.
“Rex won his bet or perhaps Cody won,” Mace agrees.
Obi-Wan takes another sip of his tea. “It was something I meant to offer anyway, though Rex deserves to win something too.”
“We could make him some candy towards the end of our stay. I think we have the right ingredients,” Mace suggests.
“Towards the end or I’ll end up wanting to eat all of it,” Obi-Wan protests.
“We could make a batch to test the recipe,” Mace offers.
“We could,” Obi-Wan agrees.
They lapse into silence again, enjoying each other’s warmth and the view until they’ve finished their tea. Obi-Wan frowns down at his empty cup. “Do you want to tell me what kind of mischief Hawkeye and Trapper have gotten into?”
“They teamed up with WAC-47.”
“Oh no,” Obi-Wan breathes, then he smiles slowly. “I know it was probably more paperwork for you, but I’m going to enjoy this.”
“Over making breakfast?” Mace asks.
Obi-Wan considers this. “One more kiss first?”
Mace smiles softly. He sets his cup on the nearby table, then takes Obi-Wan’s and places it beside his. He starts to turn, but Obi-Wan puts a hand on his shoulder to still him, before taking the blanket from their laps and draping it over his own shoulders as he shifts to straddle Mace’s lap. He adjusts the blanket so that it covers both of them, creating a cocoon above their heads. Mace squeeze’s Obi-Wan’s thighs. Obi-Wan laughs as he presses their foreheads against each other. Mace tilts his head to capture Obi-Wan’s lips. Obi-Wan relaxes into the kiss, cupping Mace’s face. Mace slides his hands up Obi-Wan’s chest, then around his neck and up into his hair, tugging in the way he knows Obi-Wan likes. Obi-Wan hums pleasantly as they deepen the kiss, tongues sliding and exploring for a moment. Mace is reluctant to pull away. Obi-Wan’s eyes are still closed and he presses his lips together.
“Breakfast,” Obi-Wan sighs.
“Breakfast, then more kissing.”
“More than kissing,” Obi-Wan amends.
Mace snorts. “Obviously.”
“And you’re going to tell me why you’re trying to be loud with your steps?” Obi-Wan reminds.
Mace groans. “I startled Neyo.”
“Do you know how quiet you must have been?” Obi-Wan teases as he stands and moves to fold up their blankets.
Mace picks up their cups. “By the end of this war I might have forgotten how.”
“You’ll remember for theater,” Obi-Wan reassures as they head inside to start their day.