This fic is rated: G
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Obi-Wan(Anakin), Padme/Anakin
Timeline: between AotC and RotS
Summary: Obi-Wan and Padmé are both jealous
For tpm100's prompt: Jealously
Word Count: 100x2
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days, tpm100
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Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.

Obi-Wan

He knows it's wrong.

Jealousy is a sign of attachment. Attachment leads, ultimately, to the Dark Side. But when he sees Anakin's eyes light up at the sight of Padmé's message, he can't help feeling a sick twist deep in the pit of his stomach.

What's worse is that he knows it's completely irrational. Anakin may still be infatuated, but Padmé has enough sense for both of them. His suspicions only point to his own attachment, his own jealousy.

So when Anakin goes into the small cabin to listen to the message in private, he forces himself to say nothing.

Padmé

Anakin may be her husband -- but she only gets him to herself for a night or two every few months. In between visits, she can only wait and worry and hope.

Meanwhile, he spends nearly every waking moment in the field with Obi-Wan. And though she knows that it's irrational to be jealous of them while they're in a battle zone, the feeling keeps sneaking back when she's not looking.

So when Anakin ends his latest message with the traditional "Obi-Wan sends his greetings," is it any wonder that she feels like throwing it the reader across the room?