AL: Splish Splash (Feb-08)
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master_obiwanTitle: Splish Splash
Prompt: 001. Bubble Bath from Hell
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 999
Rating: PG
Warnings None/Un-beta'd
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: See Solomon. See Solomon run. Run, Sol- *meep*
Author's Notes: I blame this one on 7am. Sequel of a sort to When The Fur Flies.
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They stared at each other, one standing tall with his hands tucked in his sleeves and the other sitting at attention with his fluffy tail wagging. They had been frozen like this for what seemed like ages, the sound of the door closing behind Qui-Gon and the City Councilor having finally died out. Obi-Wan seemed to be daring Solomon to run this time, wondering if the furry little creature remembered the last time they had been left alone together. Obi-Wan figured he did, by the way Solomon's panting looked suspiciously like an evil grin.
"It is no secret that I loath you," he said, finally breaking the silence. "And I will not be chasing you around the Upper City again."
"YIP!" Solomon replied, and the way he hunkered down, ready to bolt, implied that the yip was to be understood as Haha! That's what you think!. And, true to intent, Solomon turned with his customary speed and agilty and bounded for the door.
"Oh no you don't," Obi-Wan muttered, pulling a hand out of his sleeve and raising it. Just as Solomon was skidding to a stop to allow the door to open for him, Obi-Wan lifted him off the ground with the Force, causing the animal to cry out in surprise and alarm. Solomon's feet wiggled as he tried to gain purchase on the air, and Obi-Wan grinned as he drew the animal back to him. "I told you. I am not chasing you around the Upper City again. We are going to stay here like we're supposed to." He dangled Solomon at eye-level as he spoke, meeting the animal's gaze. The poor creature whimpered, and the young Jedi sighed.
"Oh, very well," he said, reaching out to grab Solomon. The fur-ball snuggled into Obi-Wan's embrace and licked his cheek. Obi-Wan flinched with a chuckle. "Okay, okay. Stop that." He walked over to the door panel and reset the controls to manual. "There, now you can't get out of the room without someone to open the door for you."
"Yip," Solomon replied, managing to sound sheepish and guilty as Obi-Wan set him back on the floor.
"Maybe now I can meditate without having to worry about you escaping." The young Jedi sat cross-legged on the floor in the sitting area and settled down. Solomon, hot on his heels, promptly jumped into Obi-Wan's lap and curled up. Obi-Wan smiled and closed his eyes, sinking into meditation.
***
Something niggled at him, told him something was wrong. He was totally ready to ignore it and continue meditating, but then he realized that the something wrong that had been trying to poke through his lovely euphoria was the fact that his knees were wet. Why his knees were wet he had no idea, and he peeked open a cautious eye. The thin trickle of water coming from the 'fresher didn't register at first, until a very happy and very sodden Solomon came trotting into the room and sat in front of the young Jedi. Obi-Wan wished the fluff-ball didn't look so smug.
"Yip!" Solomon declared. He managed to sound smug, too. Obi-Wan didn't like it.
The Jedi was on his feet in one fluid motion, eyes never leaving Solomon's triumphant look. Without a word, Solomon bolted for the fresher, and Obi-Wan ran after him. The Force warned him a fraction too late, and as he crossed the threshold he lost his footing and slid several feet on the slick tiles, taking in the sight. The bathtub was overflowing with water, a mound of suds reaching half-way to the cieling. The taps were still on, feeding the tiny waterfall whose river had crept into the sitting room and soaked Obi-Wan's knees.
Obi-Wan managed to regain control of his flailed skid, and he balanced precariously close to the tub. With a deep, slow breath, he eyed the mound of bubbles and turned carefully to face the sodden Solomon. Solomon waggled his tail and leaped up over the edge and into the water, sending a small tidal wave over the rim and almost upsetting the delicately floating bubbles. After a few moments, Solomon emerged, balanced on the edge of the tub, shook most of the moisture off and then dropped to the floor. He turned to Obi-Wan and bounced on all fours as he yipped happily.
"If you think I'm going in there, mate, you're sadly mistaken," Obi-Wan murmured. "We need to get this cleaned up before Qui-Gon and the Councilor return, or we'll be in trouble." He reached over and turned off the taps, not wanting to try and figure out how Solomon had managed to do this. Of course, the movement forced the Jedi to break eye-contact for that brief moment, and Solomon used the momentary blindness to his advantage.
Sensing that his companion was reluctant to take a dip, Solomon decided to help him into the tub; with a wiggle of his butt, the little fluff-ball leaped and bumped into Obi-Wan's backside, upsetting the Jedi's balance and sending him into the water. The suds took flight in a silent poof, floating gracefully around the room, and with a resounding splash, most of the water in the tub ended up on the floor in a much larger tidal wave. Slomon danced back but couldn't avoid getting drenched once more.
Sputtering, Obi-Wan turned over in the tub, wiping his face with one hand and steadying himself with the other. With an ecstatic cry, Solomon jumped over the edge and into Obi-Wan's lap, bouncing happily and swishing the remaining water around with his tail.
Water still dripping into his eyes from the tips of his hair, Obi-Wan glared at Solomon. "I hate you."
Solomon beamed up at the young Jedi. "YIP!" he cried, exuberantly. THen he was reaching up to lick away the moisture on Obi-Wan's face.
The young Jedi sank back against the other side of the tub with a resigned sigh. He was never going to hear the end of this one.
Prompt: 001. Bubble Bath from Hell
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 999
Rating: PG
Warnings None/Un-beta'd
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: See Solomon. See Solomon run. Run, Sol- *meep*
Author's Notes: I blame this one on 7am. Sequel of a sort to When The Fur Flies.
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They stared at each other, one standing tall with his hands tucked in his sleeves and the other sitting at attention with his fluffy tail wagging. They had been frozen like this for what seemed like ages, the sound of the door closing behind Qui-Gon and the City Councilor having finally died out. Obi-Wan seemed to be daring Solomon to run this time, wondering if the furry little creature remembered the last time they had been left alone together. Obi-Wan figured he did, by the way Solomon's panting looked suspiciously like an evil grin.
"It is no secret that I loath you," he said, finally breaking the silence. "And I will not be chasing you around the Upper City again."
"YIP!" Solomon replied, and the way he hunkered down, ready to bolt, implied that the yip was to be understood as Haha! That's what you think!. And, true to intent, Solomon turned with his customary speed and agilty and bounded for the door.
"Oh no you don't," Obi-Wan muttered, pulling a hand out of his sleeve and raising it. Just as Solomon was skidding to a stop to allow the door to open for him, Obi-Wan lifted him off the ground with the Force, causing the animal to cry out in surprise and alarm. Solomon's feet wiggled as he tried to gain purchase on the air, and Obi-Wan grinned as he drew the animal back to him. "I told you. I am not chasing you around the Upper City again. We are going to stay here like we're supposed to." He dangled Solomon at eye-level as he spoke, meeting the animal's gaze. The poor creature whimpered, and the young Jedi sighed.
"Oh, very well," he said, reaching out to grab Solomon. The fur-ball snuggled into Obi-Wan's embrace and licked his cheek. Obi-Wan flinched with a chuckle. "Okay, okay. Stop that." He walked over to the door panel and reset the controls to manual. "There, now you can't get out of the room without someone to open the door for you."
"Yip," Solomon replied, managing to sound sheepish and guilty as Obi-Wan set him back on the floor.
"Maybe now I can meditate without having to worry about you escaping." The young Jedi sat cross-legged on the floor in the sitting area and settled down. Solomon, hot on his heels, promptly jumped into Obi-Wan's lap and curled up. Obi-Wan smiled and closed his eyes, sinking into meditation.
***
Something niggled at him, told him something was wrong. He was totally ready to ignore it and continue meditating, but then he realized that the something wrong that had been trying to poke through his lovely euphoria was the fact that his knees were wet. Why his knees were wet he had no idea, and he peeked open a cautious eye. The thin trickle of water coming from the 'fresher didn't register at first, until a very happy and very sodden Solomon came trotting into the room and sat in front of the young Jedi. Obi-Wan wished the fluff-ball didn't look so smug.
"Yip!" Solomon declared. He managed to sound smug, too. Obi-Wan didn't like it.
The Jedi was on his feet in one fluid motion, eyes never leaving Solomon's triumphant look. Without a word, Solomon bolted for the fresher, and Obi-Wan ran after him. The Force warned him a fraction too late, and as he crossed the threshold he lost his footing and slid several feet on the slick tiles, taking in the sight. The bathtub was overflowing with water, a mound of suds reaching half-way to the cieling. The taps were still on, feeding the tiny waterfall whose river had crept into the sitting room and soaked Obi-Wan's knees.
Obi-Wan managed to regain control of his flailed skid, and he balanced precariously close to the tub. With a deep, slow breath, he eyed the mound of bubbles and turned carefully to face the sodden Solomon. Solomon waggled his tail and leaped up over the edge and into the water, sending a small tidal wave over the rim and almost upsetting the delicately floating bubbles. After a few moments, Solomon emerged, balanced on the edge of the tub, shook most of the moisture off and then dropped to the floor. He turned to Obi-Wan and bounced on all fours as he yipped happily.
"If you think I'm going in there, mate, you're sadly mistaken," Obi-Wan murmured. "We need to get this cleaned up before Qui-Gon and the Councilor return, or we'll be in trouble." He reached over and turned off the taps, not wanting to try and figure out how Solomon had managed to do this. Of course, the movement forced the Jedi to break eye-contact for that brief moment, and Solomon used the momentary blindness to his advantage.
Sensing that his companion was reluctant to take a dip, Solomon decided to help him into the tub; with a wiggle of his butt, the little fluff-ball leaped and bumped into Obi-Wan's backside, upsetting the Jedi's balance and sending him into the water. The suds took flight in a silent poof, floating gracefully around the room, and with a resounding splash, most of the water in the tub ended up on the floor in a much larger tidal wave. Slomon danced back but couldn't avoid getting drenched once more.
Sputtering, Obi-Wan turned over in the tub, wiping his face with one hand and steadying himself with the other. With an ecstatic cry, Solomon jumped over the edge and into Obi-Wan's lap, bouncing happily and swishing the remaining water around with his tail.
Water still dripping into his eyes from the tips of his hair, Obi-Wan glared at Solomon. "I hate you."
Solomon beamed up at the young Jedi. "YIP!" he cried, exuberantly. THen he was reaching up to lick away the moisture on Obi-Wan's face.
The young Jedi sank back against the other side of the tub with a resigned sigh. He was never going to hear the end of this one.
