Ewan McGregor imagines and one-shots

Imagine #64 (Obi-Wan Kenobi)

I walked into the cave and found Obi-Wan talking to two Jawas. I was not familiar with their language, so I had to rely on his responses in order to know what was going on. He was quiet and held-back, however, making it harder for me to understand their conversation.

Eventually, the Jawas left after bargaining for a few parts, and I asked, "What did they want?"

Obi-Wan glanced over at me and said, "They found our ship down in the Dune Sea and suspected that the parts were made from the Jedi. I don't think they knew it was us, though, so be thankful for that."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good, at least."

He stepped forward and kissed my brow gently. "You look tired, my dear," he observed as he pulled away. "What's going on?"

"It's called 'stress', Obi," I chuckled without any humor. "I try to maintain a positive outlook, but most days, I'm scared that the Empire will find you and take you away from me."

Obi-Wan pulled me into his arms and held me close. "I'm not going anywhere," he muttered into my brown hair. "Nothing could ever separate me from you, milady. That's a promise."

I slightly smiled against his chest and rubbed my slender hands along his back. He pressed multiple kisses on my head and didn't let go until I pulled away the slightest bit. His blue eyes locked onto mine for a moment, and then we leaned our foreheads together, enjoying the rare, quiet moment between us.