Guarded Desires (Padawan!Qimir x Princess!Reader)

Part 7

There was no going back now. You and Qimir kissed and now everything is all jumbled up.

It kept you up that night. His hands holding you, his lips against yours, the way he looked at you after. It was too much.

You toss and turn in your bed, trying to find a comfortable position. You think of anything and everything that doesn't relate to Qimir and yet your thoughts still lead back to him.

You sigh as you roll onto your back, staring at the ceiling of your temporary room. You grow annoyed at this guilt eating away at you. Yes, you feel guilty. Guilty for seeing Qimir in such a way. Guilty for causing him to break one of the biggest rules in being a Jedi. Guilty for, despite feeling guilty, you also don't regret kissing him.

It's all so messy.

You roll onto your stomach, burying your head into your pillow and screaming into it. You then hear a knock at your door and you shoot up in surprise.

You sit up, grabbing your robe, and wrapping yourself in it. You quietly rush to the door. It opens to reveal Qimir.

You gulp and immediately step back, "Qimir, wh-"

"Your thoughts are so loud," he murmurs, "I can hear you spiraling. I feel your restlessness."

You feel guilty again, "I'm sorry. I just-"

"Do you regret the kiss?"

You hesitate, but slowly shake your head, "No. I feel guilty for putting you in a difficult position, but...I don't regret the kiss."

He steps into your room, the door closing behind him, "You didn't put me in a difficult position. I was the one that asked for the kiss."

"Why are you here, Qimir?"

He looks down, avoiding your gaze, "Master Vernestra is sending me back to Coruscant."

Your heart drops, "What? Why?"

"She immediately sensed a change in me. She looked into my head, saw the kiss," Qimir's shoulders sag in defeat, "She's sending me away."

"When?"

"Tomorrow morning. A new Jedi will be assigned to you and-and I'll never see you again."

You go to your bed to sit down, your head in your hands, "I'm sorry. I never wanted this to happen!"

He sighs, walking over to you, "Princess-"

"My father warned me to remain professional with you. To stop trying to be your friend and distance myself, but I couldn't. I-There's just something about you that made me want to know you and keep you close."

Qimir kneels at your feet and reaches up, cupping your face, "I know what you mean. Ever since I first saw you, I felt a pull towards you. I tried my best to remember the Jedi code, but...I struggled. I fell for you, Y/N."

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, "I don't want you to go, but I also don't want you to get in trouble even more. Being a Jedi is all you ever wanted-"

"It was...until I met you."

You can't help but feel your heart beat faster at his words, "Qi-"

"Let's just stop talking about. Let's just enjoy this last night together. Please," his words sound desperate, broken, and pleading as he leans in to kiss you, but you lean back.

"Qimir, is that really a good idea? You're already in trouble-"

"Exactly. Why continue staying away when I'm already going to get punished anyway?" He senses your hesitation, "We don't even have to do anything. I just want to spend these last moments for you." He runs his thumbs over your cheek and you melt under his touch.