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Anakin stomps his feet, snow falling from the tread of his boots in wet clumps.“Don’t let all the heat out, Anakin!” His Master calls over his shoulder from where he’s crouched in front of the little wood burner.“It’s only getting worse.” Anakin warns, the door falling shut behind him with a thud, muffling the howling of the wind outside. “I couldn’t get a signal either.”He drops the firewood onto their dwindling pile. Anakin will have to go get more from the stockpile in a moment, but his fingers are burning with cold after the delicate work he’d been doing with the comms array behind the cabin.“We’ll have to wait it out then.” Obi-Wan says.Anakin contemplates the broad line of his Master’s shoulders as he blows into his fists.“What about the drop?”“If a comm isn’t getting through this storm, I doubt the supplies are either.” Obi-Wan leaves the burner’s door cracked for air as he stands, brushing ash from his pant leg. He casts a thoughtful look out at the snow falling beyond the cabin’s window. “I wouldn’t be surprised if we get snowed-in at this rate.”“Really?” Anakin can’t smother the childish excitement in his voice at the idea. He flushes, but the fondness that suffuses their bondspace from Obi-Wan’s end helps to soothe some of his embarrassment.Obi-Wan hums a pleased note, eyes sparkling playfully as he finally looks Anakin’s way.“I suppose you’re happy that we’ll have to share a bed then, padawan mine?” He asks, lips twitching with the beginnings of a grin when Anakin starts, head whipping around. He hadn’t noticed before, but now the small bed is all he can see. It’ll be a tight fit…“Don’t you have something you need to be doing?” His Master prompts, suddenly beside him, dragging Anakin abruptly out of his daydream.“Yes?” He says slowly, caught off-guard by the gleam in his Master’s eyes.Obi-Wan hums thoughtfully, straightening the fur-lined collar of Anakin’s jacket, looking up at Anakin through his lashes. “We’ll need more wood for the fire, don’t you think?”“I’ll.. go get more?” Anakin replies, throat dry, any protests that he’d already planned to do as much dying on his tongue when faced with the full weight of his Master’s attention.“Good boy.” Obi-Wan’s fingers are light on his utility belt, but Anakin feels the touch against his hip like a brand. “Don’t forget your gloves, darling.”Anakin swallows roughly. It takes him a moment for his brain to catch up when his Master takes his hands in his own, sliding on his gloves with a tug. It should make him feel like a little kid. Instead, all Anakin feels is warm. Cared for. Cherished. “Go on then.” His Master nudges him out the door with an enigmatic smile. Anakin nearly trips over his own feet in his rush to comply.~Later, after Anakin has stacked the last log, Obi-Wan pulls him close, his Master’s earlier teasing grin having made way for a heavy, intent gaze that leaves Anakin breathless with anticipation. Obi-Wan slowly strips them both out of their snow-crusted clothes and boots, and guides Anakin down, right there in front of the fire, hands and lips burning blissfully warm against his chilled skin.He spreads Anakin out, takes his time with him, worships him with his body until he’s trembling, until he’s unspooling into Obi-Wan’s arms and the Force both. Tears pool in the corners of Anakin’s eyes as he’s taken to the edge, again and again, the popping of the fire’s embers and the muted howl of the wind outside a hushed counterpoint to the cries Obi-Wan drags from deep within his chest. And all the while his Master whispers praises, against his temple, the corner of his mouth, the thundering pulse at his neck and breastbone – That’s it, darling. Perfect, Anakin, just like that. Good boy, oh, very good boy. The snow continues to fall deep into the night, though Anakin barely notices. Tomorrow, there will be supplies to deliver; their new lives on the frontlines of the galaxy to get back to. But for now, Anakin is content to linger in Obi-Wan’s warm embrace.