I love these two dorks so much, your honor (a little sneak peak of a QuinObi week fic I'm working on):
“The point being,” Obi-Wan replies, “Bail and Padme have both been insisting on meeting you. Do I wish it wasn’t at this horrid senate dinner? Yes. But you’re home. I’m home. We may as well take advantage of the opportunity. If you truly don’t want to go, I will make your excuses.” Â
“You are a good liar.” Â
“Only outdone by you, darling.”Â
“I’m going I’m going,” Quin grumbles. He throws his arms out to the side. “Do I look okay? If nothing else, I’m at least good arm candy. It’s not nothing at these kinds of things.” Â
“You’re good for a great many things,” Obi-Wan chides, “but you do, in fact, look good enough to end up on the front page of only the best tabloids tomorrow. You’ll be having an affair you weren’t aware of with a senator before you know it.”Â
“Master Kenobi,” Quin breathes, leaning in for a grinning kiss. “That is the highest compliment you could have given me. Now come here.” Â












