Ewan McGregor imagines and one-shots

Imagine #53 (Obi-Wan Kenobi)

Obi-Wan anxiously waited outside while I was in the bacta tank, recovering from my grievous injuries after being tortured by the Empire. We had barely escaped, and he was worried that I had somehow gotten another injury during the chaotic breakaway from the Fortress.

After a few minutes, Tala came out and said, "You can see her now. She is still pretty weak, but I think she'll be alright."

"Thank you, Tala," he nodded. "I am in your debt."

She rested a hand on his shoulder. "There's no need for that, Ben," she replied. "I know how much Lyra means to you, and I would do anything to help a fellow rebel."

Obi-Wan smiled a bit and left to check on me. 

When he stepped into the small room, I was laying down nearby the bacta tank, my delicate body covered in bruises and scars. I was obviously in pain, and he wanted nothing more than to somehow take it all away from me.

He quietly sighed and said, "Hello, darling."

I rolled my head over to the side and glanced at him with bloodshot eyes. My usually pale skin was stark-white, and I had large bags under my eyes. My voice was merely a whisper as I got out one word: "Obi."

He quickly walked over and kneeled down beside me. His large hand came to caress my hair, and he pressed a kiss to my head. "What can I do to help you?" he asked softly.

"Be here with me," I simply replied.

"I can do that." Obi-Wan stood up and slid onto the small mattress beside me so that we were facing each other. Once he made sure I was comfortable, he began to lay gentle kisses on my visible injuries, taking care to not hurt me at all.

I sighed at his loving touch and moved a bit closer to him. He wrapped his arms around me as gently as possible and pushed my head into his chest. "I love you," he whispered in my hair.

"I love you, too."