Redemption

CHAPTER FOURTEEN:

Pre Revenge of the Sith- Post Attack of the Clones.

When Padme and Anakin received the news of Obi Wan's proposal to Opal, the two of them immediately retrieved the same priest who had done their wedding and took the couple to the back country of Naboo where they were to be married.

Sunshine fell from a cloudless sky into the tall, emerald grasses where Obi Wan and Opal stood together with their hands laced together. The wedding scene was one of true serenity. Twin waterfalls stood against the cliffs in the distance. Not another soul was around albeit themselves, the Skywalkers, and their priest.

"Do you, Opaline Harmony Stone, take Obi Wan Kenobi to be your husband? In sickness, In health, until death do you part?"

Opals eyes, which were decorated in an intricate mixture of silver and white eyeshadow, shifted over to Obi Wan who was staring at her with pure devotion in his gaze. She ran her thumbs over the bridge of his knuckles and nodded. "I do." She replied.

Anakin couldn't help but snicker when he noticed how red Obi Wans face became when the Jedi had realized it was his turn to confirm his vows. Padme gently nudged her husband and crossed her arms over her chest, doe eyes scanning the wedding dress she had given to Opal. It was low cut with gold embroidered at the seams, the delicate lace train ending six or seven feet behind her. The veil was short, fixed with pearls around Opal's face and pinned back with several silver bobby pins.

She was gorgeous.

"Do you, Ben Kenobi, take Opal Stone to be your wife? In sickness and in health, until death do you part?" Opal leaned forward and tilted Obi Wan's chin up with her finger, his eyes searching her own with a flicker of nerves lurking in them.

"I do." Obi Wan replied, his heart swelling as they detached their hands so Opal could slide his wedding band onto his finger. His hands fell to the swell of her hips, as they always did, when he was searching for an anchor. Opal tilted her head as her hands ran up his chest and sank into Obi Wan's hair.

"May I introduce to you, Mr. and Mrs. Kenobi. You may kiss your bride." Eyes fluttering, Opal pulled hard on the fabric of his robes and pulled her husband down to her level, slanting her lips against his own. Anakin and Padme were cheering in the background as Obi Wan gently pulled on her bottom lip with his teeth, eliciting a moan from deep within the back of her throat that gave him the opportunity to push himself deeper. He would've let Opal swallow him whole if it meant he could do this with her forever.

The two of them were eventually forced to pull apart due to lack of breath, and Opal rested their hands together over his chest. He was smiling. That stupidly breathtaking smile he reserved only for her. "Breathe, husband." Opal whispered, struggling to keep her eyes away from his lips. Obi Wan chuckled at his wife as he opened his mouth to reply, but was stopped when Padme and Anakin began dumping rose petals on them.

The rest of the day was spent gamboling in the fields, two couples head over heels in love, laughter piercing the air and screams of joy bursting past their lips. When Anakin and Padme left that night, Opal entered the house they'd been given for the next three days in the back country to find Obi Wan exploring the cottage.

She didn't speak even as she watched him. Blue eyes followed his form in the loose clothes Padme had left for him. The curve of his muscles, the shape of his legs, the pierce of his gaze and the fullness of his lips. Opal could remember spending so much time yearning for him, wishing upon a star every night like a princess waiting for her prince to come. It had been so long of waiting, and now she was here. Eager to memorize that body. "I can sense you standing there." He mused, lifting his head to look at her.

Dear God, let me thank Padme for the loose clothing later.

"I hate being a Jedi sometimes." She muttered. Her eyes flashed a questioning look as she watched his muscles ripple underneath his white teeshirt as he walked towards her. "Are you going to kiss me, Obi Wan Kenobi?"

He had much faster reflexes then she did, so when her hands were pinned against the wall and his body was against hers, she wasn't surprised. "Do you have a problem with that, Opal Kenobi?" She shivered at her new name, but would never get tired of hearing it leave his mouth. It was a purer name then Opal Stone.

"Not when I'm married to such a honorable man I don't." She breathed, arching her back as he began to lay tender kisses on her neck. Her eyes fluttered shut as she gripped his shirt, allowing Obi Wan to lay his mark on the exposed parts of her body. Nimble fingers raced underneath his teeshirt, tracing the outlines of hard muscles of his abdomen as he kissed every exposed inch of her. "Why are you scared sweetheart?"

It hadn't gone unnoticed how afraid Obi Wan was at reaching such levels of intimacy. For months he'd contemplated the feelings building up in him for the woman he adored, and he had no clue what he was doing. He didn't know how to woo her like Anakin did with Padme. "I don't know what I'm doing Opal." He murmured, brushing her long blonde curls behind her shoulders and sliding the sleeve of her dress down. "I don't know how to impress you. I'm scared that I won't-"

"Be as romantic as Anakin is? Know how to please me?" She replied lowly, chest heaving as he pulled away to look at her. "You don't have to be like Anakin when it comes to this, Obi Wan. I can feel your anxiety, how afraid you are to touch me. It's because we're Jedi. We're not supposed to do this and that's what we've spent our entire lives believing. You've always kept to The Code better then I did. It's okay."

He tucked his head to his chest and pulled away from his wife, tears burning his eyes. "I messed this up- I-I'm so sorry." Opal shook her head and grabbed his hand, her white sundress billowing in the breeze flowing through the house as she led him to the master bedroom that overlooked the fields and the waterfalls.

"I don't expect a Master. I don't want a Master." She whispered. Obi Wan watched as she rolled her fingers against his hips and lifted his shirt up and over his head. "I want you as you are. All married couples learn things together. I want to learn with you, to live a life and grow old with you. Not by myself."

"I've never-"

There was no denying they were both virgins. When had there been time to even think about sex, let alone pursue it? He hadn't even thought about the possibility of falling in love until they'd been reunited. Now vulnerable and open in the sight of his new wife, Obi Wan found he wished that he'd never become a Jedi in the first place.

"I know." Opal reassured. "I am too, Obi Wan. Here's what I want you to understand." She traced the outline of his brow with a single finger. "I want to know you, to memorize you. Every crack, the ridge of every scar, that broken thing you call a heart." A smile crept onto her lips as she stepped away from him and pulled on her own sleepwear. "I love you."

Obi Wan was in nothing but a loose air of pants when she lead him over to the bed, crawling up his body until she was settled in the cradle of his hips. When she led him over to the bed, he was in nothing but loose sweatpants. When she ghosted a fingertip over a scar on his chest, Obi Wan finally took the opportunity and spoke. "Bar fight when I was 19. One of the drunk men was taking advantage of a girl."

Opal leaned down and pressed the ghost of a kiss upon the raised ridge of the scar. "I think what really drew me to you was your eyes." She marveled, smiling as she kissed his eyelids. And then he laughed, "They're like pools of crystal, so easy to drown in. I remember one night whenever we were teenagers at the Temple and you took me star gazing... The most beautiful thing in the Universe was the reflection of the stars in your eyes."

He couldn't talk as she continued, whispering stories of love and wonder as Opal Kenobi memorized every part of her husband. When she had finished, Opal found herself curled up in his arms with her hair brushing Obi Wans nose, her head resting in the space between his arm and his chest. "I love you." He murmured, brushing his fingers through her hair as they both inhaled the smell of honeysuckle on the breeze.

"I love you more."

When the two of them woke up the next morning and spent their day in the back country of Naboo, laughing and grinning at each other, they couldn't have chosen for a better way to spend their honeymoon with each other.

However, no matter how unfortunate, happiness is only temporarily.