Guarded Desires (Padawan!Qimir x Princess!Reader)

Part 6

Because you're staying at the Jedi Temple, Vernestra as well as your parents thought it unnecessary for Qimir and the other Jedi to be accompanying you during your stay. You found this to be a blessing since you still can't stop thinking about your almost kiss with Qimir.

Staying at the Temple was your family, Orin, Lieutenant Kael, and a few other men from the King's Guard. Just as extra protection while the rest of the King's Guard as well as a few Jedi stayed at the palace to continue working on investigating the attacks.

At first, you were in awe of staying at the Jedi Temple, however, you've been there for a week now and you're growing restless.

You watch Qimir and other Jedi duel in the training area below. You're always in awe of how swift and quick he moves. Each block, dodge, and strike come so easily to him.

You prop your arm up on the parapet and rest your head in your hand. Your eyes are so focused on Qimir, you don't notice Orin coming up behind you until he pokes your side, causing you to yelp. The sound echoes through the dome, causing Qimir to look up. You scurry out of view as Orin's laugh echoes.

You slap his chest, "What is wrong with you, Or?!"

He smirks at you, his brown eyes twinkling with mischief, "You were so focused on your Jedi that you didn't even hear me call your name."

You look away from him and mumble, "He's not my Jedi."

"But you wish he was," he gives you a teasing poke again and you slap his hand away.

"Quit it."

Orin snorts and goes back to the parapet glancing down as Qimir duels another opponent. You join Orin's side and your eyes immediately go back to Qimir.

"I don't blame you for crushing on the Jedi. He's a good fighter." Orin nods to Qimir right as he disarms his opponent, his staff pointed at his fellow Jedi's face.

You shove at Orin as he laughs again, "Stop saying that!" The noise you make, smacking at Orin's arms, cause Qimir to get distracted. He looks up and sees you with Orin and, for some reason, a pit forms in his stomach.

Noticing his distracted state, Qimir's opponent takes his staff, drops down and swipes at his feet. Qimir falls to the ground with a thud, his opponent pointing his own staff back at him, a smirk on his lips.

You immediately turn back to Qimir and give him a sorry look and a small wave. He gives you a small embarrassed smile and waves back.

"I think that's enough for today," Master Eldric, one of the Jedis that runs the Temple. He looks at Qimir as his gets back to his feet, "Qimir, I'm sure you know better than to get distracted during a duel."

He gulps and nods in shame, "Yes, Master Eldric. Won't happen again."

He looks up at the parapet and watches as Orin leads you away, his hand on your lower back. The sight causing Qimir to clench his fists tight.

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At dinner, you and your family eat in silence. There isn't much to share with each other. All of your days have been the same. Wake up, eat, wander, eat, wander more, eat, sleep, then repeat.

"You've been spending more time with Orin, I hear," you father says as he shovels food into his mouth, the image of something very un-kingly.

You shrug, "I suppose. He's been checking on me a lot, your doing, I presume."

"Better him than that young Jedi."

You sigh, placing your utensils down, "Papa, as I've said before, Qimir and I are just friends. I-" you take a moment to let out a deep breath, "Even if I did have feelings for him, I know we can never be together. Jedis don't do attachments."

"And yet he'd been attached to your hip since the moment you met," your father retorts in disdain.

You start to feel pressure on your chest. Your heart pounding hard and you start to hyperventilate. You let out a shaky breath and push your plate away from you, "I'm finished. May I be excused?" you ask your mother.

Sensing your need to distance from your father, she nods, "You're excused."

"Thank you," you murmur and quickly exit the dining area.

You're swift to leave the area and head outside to a balcony. It's night time and the air is cool, but not uncomfortable. There's a slight breeze, but it's refreshing. You stare out to the mountains in the distance. The Jedi Temple hidden within them.

You close your eyes, listening to the trees swaying, the calls of the creatures within them. You take in the smell of the fresh air, inhaling through your nose, and exhaling through your mouth.

You continue this pattern until your pounding heart decreases to its usual beat. You're no longer struggling to breathe. You let out one more deep breath before opening your eyes.

You look up and stare at the stars, the moons of Netharos Prime full this night.

You hear someone clear their throat and you look over your shoulder, "Qimir," you say his name in a whisper.

"I didn't mean to disturb you," he slowly approaches you, "I was coming back from dinner and saw you here. Are you okay?"

You shrug, "As okay anyone can be after having their home attacked."

"You know that's what I meant, Princess."

You look away from him and back up at the stars, "Do you sometimes wish you can live a different life? One without the duties and responsibilities you have?"

"I haven't until recently," he rests his elbows on the parapet and stares up at the sky, "We should talk about that night."

"There isn't much to talk about. We almost kissed, not a big deal."

Qimir straightens up and looks at you, "It is a big deal, Y/N! I'm not supposed to form attachments! I've been training my whole life to be a Jedi and then-" he pauses, "-then I met you and, for the first time in my life, I didn't want to be a Jedi."

You look at Qimir, searching his eyes to see if there's a sliver of jesting. There isn't.

Qimir reaches up and cups your face with his hand. You slowly grip his arm ready to yank it away, "We can't, Qimir."

"I know," he murmurs, "But...just one kiss. Just-Just let me have this one kiss. So I can at least know how it feels to be close to you in that way."

You want to pull away. You should pull away. But you don't. Instead, you lean in closer. Your lips hovering over Qimir's, "Just one," you whisper and press your lips to his.

Qimir gently holds your face in his hands as he kisses you and you kiss him. Your mouths move together with passion and desperation. Your fingers dig into Qimir's arm as you try to ground yourself.

You've kissed people before, but none of those kisses could compare to this. There's passion, fire, desire, and yearning weaving around you and Qimir.

He doesn't want to pull away, but he does anyway. It physically pains him to as he gasps for air and creates distance between you two. His chest is heaving and his lips slightly puckered. You're in a similar state, except your eyes are wide.

You immediately push past him and rush down the hall, desperate to get as far away from Qimir as possible, leaving him a state of further confliction and frustration.