Obi-Wan is aging surprisingly well (obi1) wrote in valarlogs,
Whether or not his neather regions were being even glanced at failed to register at this point. They were naked, save for a thin layer of either cotton or soapy bubbles, respectively, but the scene lacked any sexual charge. Natural curiosity aside, they were the same as brothers.
Holding another breath, Obi-Wan dipped himself beneath the water. The bubbles detached from his skin and floated to the surface. He gave his head a shake and ran a hand down the stubble of his cheeks. The beard had been trying to make its triumphant return for a few days now. Obi still wasn't sure he would ultimately give in.
Laying both arms across the rim of the tub, he looked not unlike he was regarding Loras from the edge of a swimming pool. He rested his chin atop the spot where his wrists crossed. "Her name is Dani -- actually, you may remember I was working on her roof for a few weeks. She and I hit it off straight away; it really was something unusual. Of course, I pretended it wasn't happening." His smile, in turn, became somewhat self-deprecating, and the way the word *unusual* rolled from his tongue gave every indication that he sincerely meant it, for better or worse. He proceeded to tell Loras about her tribal heritage and of their comparable personalities. He all but swooned over Dani at the fireworks display, not omitting the leather vest she had worn or -- and to Obi-Wan, still far more arresting -- the feathers in her hair. He made sure to leave out anything he felt Dani herself would want kept private: her nightmares, for example; and he only described her recent accident as a hit and run.
His grin had grown even more wide, and every so often he paused while his eyes too on a far-away shimmer. "And this afternoon... I kissed her. We were actually arguing about something, something pertaining to the accident -- and I don't know, but I felt like I was going to lose my mind if I left that house one more time without kissing her. My god, Loras. It was -- bloody fantastic. Better than any sex I can recall, unfortunately." Objectively, this was an exaggeration and therefore not true, but he awaited Loras's response with expectant eyes to see if his point landed. And, for the record, he was thoroughly enjoying every second of gushing over this with Loras, who honestly felt like his oldest chum in the world.