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A Pointless Little Naked Obi-Wan Story

By: Syntyche

Part Two

He couldn't believe how filthy he was.

General Kenobi, you are a dirty, dirty Jedi, he thought with some amusement. Obi-Wan pulled off his boots, tossing them over near the sink, and swiftly stripped out of his remaining clothing, adding it to the pile already discarded on the shower floor – if he needed a shower this badly, how much more so did his abandoned clothing? He may as well just leave them where they sat. He plucked his belt from the pile and tossed it toward the sink; everything else stayed where it was.

Obi-Wan sighed and closed his eyes, willing himself to relax. It was difficult to do after so much time spent watching his back, watching out for Anakin, watching out for everyone who crossed his path. The chill against his bare flesh contributed heavily to his uneasy feeling of exposure, but if it wasn't safe here in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, well, where was it?

His right hand twitched reflexively, long fingers fumbling for the water controls. If he didn't start the shower soon, he'd fall asleep where he stood, or Anakin would come barging in awkwardly with some news he felt Obi-Wan needed to know right now or something would demand his attention and pull him away. He stabbed at the panel, encouraging the hottest water he could possibly stand.

The shower was more wonderful than he could have imagined. The warm, steady onslaught of water felt amazing on his naked skin, digging into him, washing away aches, strains, and a multitude of hurts from their encounter with Grievous. The twinge in his shoulder? Gone. The blackening bruising along his ribs from having a staircase pulled down on top of him – what the actual hell? A staircase? – well, definitely not gone, but eased somewhat as he forced himself to let his guard down, to will the rigid set of his shoulders away.

He hadn't wasted this much water or time in a long, long while.

Obi-Wan watched the grimy water pool at his bare feet, swirling down into the drain. Maybe the war would end soon. Maybe life could resume some sense of normality. Maybe he would again be able to shower every single day and not be forced to ignore layers of caked-on dirt and mud-encrusted fingernails.

His hair was absolutely sodden and he ran his fingers through its short strands, relieved yet again he had chosen to forgo the longer hair he'd worn at the beginning of the war. How Qui-Gon had managed to keep his hair so perfectly groomed in nearly every situation was completely beyond him. Obi-Wan had chopped his hair off after the first mission.

Water sluiced across his neck, tiny droplets caressing his skin as they slid down his back, releasing tension he had carried for a long, long time. He turned around tiredly and let the water dig into his chest, his belly, running rivulets that raced across his groin, his thighs, his calves and spattered onto his feet. Obi-Wan dropped his head to his chest, arms hanging loosely at his sides.

I think I will just stay here forever.

Near the sink, tucked safely away in his belt, Obi-Wan's comlink started chirping.

Damn it.

Obi-Wan flicked off the water, immediately feeling a gentle wave of drowsiness steal over him. Suddenly he was too tired to care about much of anything, remembering that he had originally come to his quarters just to sleep and had been distracted by the overwhelming lure of a hot shower. He stood still for a moment, dripping and sighing, and grabbed for his towel … which wasn't hanging neatly nearby as it always was. How odd. Obi-Wan ran his fingers through his hair, squeezing excess moisture out, and then slid his hands quickly down his arms, across his stomach, over his thighs, brushing away what water he could. He stepped out of the shower, heading for his bedroom.

Obi-Wan eyed his bed longingly as the reminder beep from his comlink chimed for his attention but in the end the temptation was just too much. Still naked, still damp, Obi-Wan climbed under the blankets, sighing as he rested his head against the softness of his pillow.

Within seconds, he was asleep.

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the end. :)

It's a little hard to write a T-rated story because I had to leave out all the naughty bits I would have wanted to see. I was thinking this wouldn't make a bad little series, though: random naked Obi-Wan moments. Mud, chocolate … hmmm. Any ideas?