Office hours [afternoon]

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Anakin was in his office with his shirt off and a bucket of white paint in his hand as he attempted--yet again--to get the glitter off of the walls.

You'd think the alien attack that had killed most of his furniture would have budged some of the damn stuff.

You would be wrong.

The door was open if you were interested in learning interesting Huttese curses.

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Anakin chuckled, then flicked his paintbrush at her. The drops weren't really going to get close to hitting her.

"There's a shirt over there if you want to save your clothes," he offered helpfully.

Well, his shirt. Anakin didn't fight fair.

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Rory eyed him. "That's yours. That's probably the one you just took off, isn't it?"

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Anakin gave her a smug little smile. "Maybe."

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Rory glared a little, and went to put it on over her clothes.

She, thankfully, didn't comment on the fact that it smelled alarmingly like him.

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"Now I don't feel so badly doing this," Anakin said, flicking more paint at her.

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Rory stuck her tongue out at him. "Stop that."

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"Make me," he replied maturely.

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"What are you, five?" Rory asked, going to snatch the brush away from him.

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Anakin backed quickly out of the way, still smiling. "I'm not allowed to be in a good mood?" he asked.

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"I'm suspicious," Rory said, smiling and raising her brows.

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"Don't be," Anakin said, then flicked more paint at her.

So...that was really bad advice.

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"I will be," Rory insisted, reaching into the bucket and moving to smear paint on him with her hand.

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Since the entire point of this project was to get her to touch him, Anakin now had a smear of paint across his chest.

He pretended to look very affronted. "Woe, for I am covered in paint."

No he wasn't.

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"Not really," Rory said, smiling a little. "My hands aren't quite big enough."

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"I have more paint on my than you do," Anakin said, then swiped the paint brush down Rory's nose.

"Now we're even," he decided, eyes sparkling.

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Rory crossed her eyes to look at her nose.

"Not really," she said, dipping her fingertip into the paint and reaching up to do the same to him.

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Anakin frowned, then dipped his finger into the paint and drew a matching frowny face on her cheek.

Dork.

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"It isn't orange," Rory noted softly.

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Anakin took another step closer and gave her a smile. "I wouldn't recommended licking this off your finger, either," he said quietly.

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"Probably wouldn't be as good," she agreed quietly, looking up at him.

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His finger traced down her other cheek, leaving a small stripe of white. "Probably not," he echoed. "I always liked the strawberries better anyway."

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"Me too," Rory said softly. She cleared her throat, snapping out of her haze. "Um. I think we're going to need more paint."

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That got his attention. "Really?" he said, blinking. "I got this in a supply closet down the hall."

He gave her a small smile. "I'd let you go by yourself, but you'll come back with purple or something," he teased.

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"Your office could use purple," she said immediately. "Why do you think it got decorated in the first place?"

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Anakin flicked the last of the paint on his fingers at her before setting the paint can down and heading towards the hallway. "The white's a base coat," he said as they walked towards the closet. "I was thinking of painting the walls kind of a brown, maybe? Or a really dark blue."

He'd loved the color of the apartment on Coruscant.