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[neverjedi]

If he was going to be accused of showing off and smirking, could he do just a little? Just once? Instead of offering a calm verbal explanation?

...He was going to.

He took off away from Anakin, backward with cross-overs that gained speed and power fast, dug into the ice and launched up into a near perfect triple axle, landed and glided out on one leg toward Anakin.

His other leg came down and he stopped hard enough to actually have the snow created by the sideways blade be visible as a plume. "The point's to dig into the ice as a point to launch or push from. Now I've shown off and am smirking - do you want to go fast, yet?"

[darkforcerising]

Anakin watched Obi-Wan’s demonstrations with admiration. This was something he’d probably never get that good at. And Obi-Wan must have spent more than that magic 10,000 hours of practice to get this far.

But the spray of snow was a bit much.

But tending towards showmanship himself - in other things - he couldn’t fault Obi-Wan.

“I am impressed.” He was also thinking, for the first time, what he’d like to do to that Man’s smirk with his own mouth... to keep the impulse from showing, he hurried on to say, “Yes, I would love to go fast.”

[neverjedi]

It was the natural result of a hard stop.

That he could have softened by not waiting to the last second to stop.

His smirk turned into a grin and laugh.

"Now I have reason to hold onto your arms." He put one hand on top of Anakin's right shoulder, though more distance would have been more ideal, and offered his other arm to Anakin - "Hold onto my forearm and let's give you something to make this worth your while."

[darkforcerising]

Anakin smirked, thinking this already had been worthwhile. But if Obi-Wan insisted on touching him, he’d give him the pretense.

And he’d take the pretense himself, taking hold of Obi-Wan’s arm.

He didn’t know what kind of distance they needed, but he was suddenly very aware of how much - or little - space was between them. And now he was thinking whatever revenge he had planned, it should involve touching.

“I’m ready when you are.”

[neverjedi]

He very, very, sincerely hoped that 'revenge' involved touching, but his primary consideration and hope was that there was revenge.

Meanwhile he was very aware of how close they were, both because it he needed to be. He didn't immediately begin moving, but took a second to be serious -

"Keep your core tight arm rigid. Don't get pulled in to my skates or more than your pride might end up hurt."

With that warning, though, he did take off. Backward, as he had before. Slowly at first, to make sure Anakin had time to figure out where Obi-Wan's takes were moving, what the rhythm was and that he could keep them from getting entangled.

Once he was relatively sure of that, he did begin to gain speed. Those same crossovers he'd used before, in being a show off, because they allowed a lot of power and ground coverage fast, which built speed fast.

He kept his eyes on Anakin's fast, rather than looking over his shoulder this time - since he wasn't about to jump he didn't need the twist for additional power.

[darkforcerising]

“Like dancing.” He meant the comment about keeping his arm rigid. His mother had raised him right, taught him the basics about dancing. So arms locked, core locked. He watched Obi-Wan’s feet and figured out a way to keep up.

When he was sure he had a rhythm down, he looked up and found Obi-Wan looking back. And he gave over to letting Obi-Wan take them wherever he want, because right then he didn’t want to think about or focus on anything but Obi-Wan’s eyes.

[neverjedi]

There it was.

He could feel the second Anakin relaxed and let him have control, trusted that Anakin wasn't going to get in his way and his speed went from fast, to really, really pushing it fast, covering a lot of ground every time he stepped back and over, pulling Anakin with him and giving him some real speed - like enough to get a good breeze on his face.

Ultimately he stopped in a glide, pulling them into a wide, but tightening as they slowed, turn.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin enjoyed the speed, and letting Obi-Wan take control. The emotional feeling was much like standing at the open side door on a plane, ready to jump.

He waited until they'd almost stopped moving when he let his arm holding Obi-Wan's arm go slack, changing the speed at which he slowed, entering Obi-Wan's space.

"You're good," He said lowly, with a smile.

[neverjedi]

When Anakin slid into his space he let that happen, relaxing the arm on Anakin's shoulder and allowing it to slide over and to his upper-back. Allowed him to get closer, right into his space to the degree that his skates were probably close to being inside the space between his own.

He tilted his chin up slightly so he could meet Anakin's eyes with an easy, comfortable, smile and tightened his arm just a little, and reversed the direction of their slow spin - keeping Anakin close.

"I am," he agreed.

That voice? Got to him. So did Anakin being more relaxed, and happier. Right down in the pit of his stomach. "I can't wait to see my revenge."

[darkforcerising]

Anakin bit his lower lip while continuing to smile.

"I'm glad you talked me into this." To be honest, it hadn't taken much. But why point that out?

"Can you pretend to not be an FBI agent for a night?"

[neverjedi]

He kept them in motion, though the motion was slow. It was also for his benefit for than Anakin's. He liked being on ice.

"I suppose that depends on what you mean by pretending not to be an FBI agent. Put on a pair of jeans and not care about minor things? Sure." He did it basically every night.

[darkforcerising]

"Hmm," Anakin said, going back to a smile. "I like the idea of you in jeans. But where does 'the person standing next to me might be on molly' fit on that spectrum?"

[neverjedi]

He blinked at the remark of him in jeans with a bit of confusion, but carried on, after that moment of being thrown.

"Still depends," he said, quirking a smile. "Are they climbing behind the wheel of a car? Are they you?"

[darkforcerising]

Good. Anakin did like throwing Obi-Wan off his stride a bit, so to speak.

"No," he said, he laughed lightly, shaking his head slowly. Which was fun, as they were still turning. "I'm on a different amphetamine salt." There was a fact about him that Obi-Wan was welcome to have. "Maybe someone else will climb behind the wheel of a car. I can't predict what other people do."

[neverjedi]

"Ritalin?" he guessed, putting things together (like Anakin saying he had a short attention span, the music, and the speed at which he played chess).

"I'm not that uptight, Anakin," he said, softly. "I'm not interested in policing the world. I do my job, and I want to see people safe. If the person next to me is choosing to use recreationally using a drug that is illegal, the circumstances under which I care are the ones that require me call an ambulance, or to expect to have to within the next five minutes."

[darkforcerising]

"Adderall."

Anakin stared down at Obi-Wan. Not judging, there was something about the straight lines of Obi-Wan that he very much liked for reasons he didn't quite understand. But did he really need to? He was assessing if taking him to an EDM concert would be an adventure or break his brain.

"Friday there's a Steve Aoki concert, Alan Walker is opening."

[neverjedi]

He didn't stare back so much as he watched Anakin watch him. He wasn't distressed by being watched, actually, but was enjoying watching Anakin doing it a lot more than the act itself.

"I have no idea who those people are, but if that's an invitation, I am yours." A pause: "In jeans."

Time skip to Friday after the concert

[darkforcerising]

it was midnight and Anakin was far from tired. They'd just listened to two and a half hours of EDM music and he was pumped to stay up the rest of the night.

"Thank you for not arresting anyone," he said to Obi-Wan, casting glances at him - he'd been doing that all night, assessing how he was handling the experience.

[neverjedi]

He was wearing jeans, as promised, and they absolutely weren't provocatively tight, they didn't leave much doubt that he was an athlete - the amount of muscling on his thighs and ass in particular was pretty impressive.

How he was handling the experience was by being over-stimulated and out of his comfort zone, but not... drowning in it. Also not wired.

"I'm insulted that you seem to believe that was asking a lot." He smiled slightly though to make sure there was no sting in his words.

[darkforcerising]

"You are a federal agent," Anakin pointed out. "And I am pretty sure we were the only sober people in there tonight."

[neverjedi]

He could use an awful lot of words to explain something that it didn't really need to be explained right now, or he could slip his hands into his pockets, breathe deeply and enjoy walking with Anakin in the cool night air.

"Given the 'music', I can see why people prefer inebriated."

He can also tease Anakin, instead. (Sort of tease, sort of not - really not his style.)

[darkforcerising]

Anakin shot Obi-Wan a look. "And what are you trying to say about me by that?" He dared with a raised eyebrow.

[neverjedi]

He returned the look with a smirk. "I'm saying that your taste in music is awful." Not that - "I had fun, anyway. I'm glad you invited me."

[darkforcerising]

"Well that was rude," Anakin snorted, but he was trying to focus on the silver lining there.

"What music do you prefer?"

[neverjedi]

"You opened the door and invited that remark in." Which wasn't the same as - Okay it probably was the same as being rude, actually, but he'd go with Anakin again. "I hadn't really given thought to what sort of music I gravitate toward in a long time. Classic rock, I think."