Illicit Affairs | Obi-Wan Kenobi

Six

My body is tangled with his as dawn comes, neither of us having slept very much at all, not when the very experience of being with one another is so much more joyful. Spending the night asking question after question, kiss after kiss, sharing our lives and our hearts and our bodies. Being held in the arms of another, being held so tenderly... it is enough to make the thought of being without it unimaginable.

And it's as we lay there together, gazing upon the soft smile in his eyes that I know it is far too late to not fall in love with him. Lying here now I don't know what changed between the flight co Coruscant and now, but I know the answer is everything. Everything has changed.

There is not a part of me that has been untouched by him, and I am afraid his touch will haunt me for years to come. Neither of us dare speak of the impossibility of this, letting ourselves relish in blissful ignorance for as long as we possibly can.

Our bodies are bare beneath the covers, before I met him I had never given any of myself to anyone, and now I have given all of me to him, heart and body, and yet despite what may come I regret none of it. Hands and lips begin to wander and we're making love in the early hours of the morning light, with each touch dangerously forging something that cannot be undone and yet we only search for it within each other, for that blinding beautiful light that binds us.

And oh it is beautiful.

I'm wrapped in his robe as I run us a bath and he can't keep his hands off me even then, kissing every inch of me he can reach and we're both laughing as we slip getting into the water because of it and I'm assuring him I'm fine even as he kisses where I hit my elbow. The two of us a giddy mess filled with such blinding joy that I never knew it was possible to feel.

When dress one another we slowly begin to accept this bliss is about to end, and it's in the way he takes such care in braiding my hair that the love in my heart overwhelms all else and I begin to wonder what a life where this was every day could look like. We come to the open window and look out at the rising sun over the city, and only then it occurs to me that this could be the last time we ever watch a sunrise together.

He peppers kisses along my shoulder, arms wrapped around my waist as we watch the city preparing for the victory march, his heart is so full of hope and yet mine, mine is tensing with pain at the thoughts that cloud my mind. 

"The city, it's almost as beautiful as you," he tells me and I can't help but smile despite it all.

"I don't know, I happen to be looking at a handsome Jedi knight," I say as I turn to look back at him and touch his padawan braid. "When does this get cut off?"

He looks at the braid, as if only just remembering that fact. "Well- considering I was knighted by Master Yoda instead of in a ceremony I better cut it off before we see the council."

"An unconventional start to your knightship," I tease and touch the braid remembering "I had yellow beads woven into mine to symbolise my lightsaber training. Thankfully they only tore those out when I was expelled instead of taking a saber to my hair."

He frowns at those words and tries to remain optimistic. "Well, I'm not sure how it will work when they except you back into the order," he says as he goes to get his saber and there's a pang in my heart at his faith, when not if. "I say you'll be returned to Master Depa to finish your training and knighted later, they've requested to see you after the victory march."

"They have?"

"They have," he confirms and it's then the anxiousness returns and I hide it as he comes back and presses his saber in my hand. "Will you do the honours?"

"Of course," I say and ignite it, watching the pride in his eyes as I take it in my hand and sever it and announce "You Obi-Wan Kenobi are a true Jedi knight now."