Title: Asking the Impossible 1/1
By: Iaga
Rated: G
Category: AU, humor
Summary: And Obi-Wan was having *such* a good day until this point...
Disclaimers: Lucas owns them all, I'm just having a little non-profit
fun.
Archive: any list I send it to can archive it if they like
Feedback: is always a good thing :-)
Notes: The boys have been through such Angst! lately I thought it was
time to give them a break. *G* This is set less than a month after the
events of "Knight Moves" and prior to "Trial By Fire."

Obi-Wan stretched out on the couch with a contented sigh, a cup of hot
tea warming his hand and sending its comforting scent wafting to him. It
was the smell he most associated with his Master since this was the
blend Qui-Gon drank most often, but it was no longer a painful reminder,
just a pleasant memory-trigger.

Thumbing on the datapad in his lap, he settled back against the pillows
and began reading. Some people, Maul included, wouldn't have considered
the treatise on the astrophysics of hyperspace light, off-time reading
material, but Obi-Wan enjoyed the mental stimulation. He shared Maul's
desire to keep learning, just in different areas. Maul preferred history
and philosophy; Obi-Wan preferred math and science.

Releasing another happy little sigh, Obi-Wan let himself be absorbed
into the material--the perfect end to a perfect day.

And it *had* been a perfect day.

He'd gotten up before Maul for once, which was a miracle since Maul was
much more of a morning person than he was, and he had been the one to
prepare the first meal as a surprise. It had been all ready to serve by
the time Maul had woken up, and the pleased smile that had curved his
lover's mouth had made the early rising worthwhile.

After a leisurely meal, they had gone to the practice room and sparred
together as usual; then Maul had gone off to teach his classes while
Obi-Wan had met with Master Yoda to discuss the possibility of going on
missions, preferably with Maul. He'd been ready to argue the issue,
pointing out that he was supposed to be Maul's Master and Masters
generally took their Padawans on missions with them.

But Yoda had surprised him by announcing that the Council was
considering allowing Maul to take his Trials within the next few months.
They wanted to observe him within the boundaries of the Temple for a
while longer, but once all doubts were satisfied, he would be able to
take his Trials, and if he passed, they would be assigned missions
together.

"If interested you are," Yoda had added, a knowing gleam in his wide
green eyes.

Obi-Wan had been elated by the news. The only drawback was that he
wasn't supposed to tell Maul, and he knew that meant he would have to
monitor his thoughts carefully so Maul wouldn't accidentally pick up the
information along their bond.

Then he had gone to the Garden of a Thousand Fountains to meditate, and
he had come away feeling grounded and at peace. Ever since he had
released his anger, grief and fear, his ability to meditate and find his
calm again had been slowly but surely returning. He was growing closely
attuned to the Force again, and he felt confident that he would soon
return to the level he had been before his Master's death. After that,
he would continue to grow.

From there, he had enjoyed a visit with Bant, who had recently returned
from a long mission with her Master, and finally he had stopped by the
library only to find a new series of studies on astrophysics that he had
immediately downloaded to begin reading when he got home.

All in all, he had thought as he returned to their quarters, a very good
day.

And now he was waiting for Maul to come home. They would prepare the
evening meal together, and then... A wicked smile tugged at his lips.
And then who knew what the night would hold.

He was so focused on the treatise that he lost all track of time. It
seemed like he had been there only a few minutes, but suddenly he was
jostled back to reality by the sound of the door opening, and he
realized at least two hours had passed.

Maul slipped off his outer robe and hung it up neatly, then reached for
Obi-Wan's, which had been tossed carelessly over the nearest piece of
furniture, and hung that up too.

Obi-Wan turned off the datapad, put it and his tea aside and smiled a
greeting, waiting for Maul to join him. Nudging him out of the way, Maul
sat down on the end of the couch and allowed Obi-Wan to put his head in
Maul's lap, and he accepted the invitation, closing his eyes and sighing
blissfully at the first touch of his lover's fingers sifting through his
hair.

It was all he could do to keep from purring as Maul gently stroked his
hair, relaxing him even more than he already was. He knew he probably
ought to get up or at least suggest they start thinking about something
to eat, but he was too content to move. If Maul had been starving, he
would have said so by now.

Immersed in warm, fuzzy thoughts of how good life was at the moment,
Obi-Wan was only marginally aware that the soothing caresses had stopped
until Maul spoke.

"Obi-Wan, I must ask you something." His voice was pitched in that low,
seductive tone that always gave Obi-Wan delicious shivers.

"Yes...?" Obi-Wan murmured drowsily, not bothering to open his eyes.

"We have been sharing a bedroom for several weeks now," Maul began
slowly, almost hesitantly, as if he wasn't sure what reaction he would
get. "In that time, I have been respectful of your possessions. I have
not attempted to alter your cleaning habits, or rather, your lack of
them, but..."

He broke off, and Obi-Wan opened his eyes and looked up at him, giving
him a loving, reassuring smile.

"What is it? You can ask me anything, beloved," he said, running his
fingertips along Maul's cheek and jaw. "You know that."

Maul drew in a breath and released it slowly.

"Obi-Wan, I think it is time you allowed me to clean your bedroom."

Obi-Wan bolted upright, his eyes wide and round with shock. There was a
long, stunned silence, and then...

"NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"


-End-