In•hale

Glamour? Nope Not Today

Obi-Wan and I had just finished watching the suns set. It was dark now, and the temperature had dropped immensely. While he still sat in the cockpit looking out at the sea of nothing, I had decided to venture around the ship and find something interesting to do.

Careful not to disturb the Queen in her quarters, I strolled through the walkways, stepping into rooms whenever I got the chance. One room in particular caught my eye. It contained the Queen's wardrobe or at least her auxiliary one that she carried on the ship when away for long periods of time.

I stepped into the room and took a look around.

Extravagant dresses and headdresses were hung and placed into closets. There were flashing red costumes, modest baby blue, sunset gold, raven black. There was even a rack solemnly reserved for ribbons in every color you could imagine. It was all so beautiful.

An area in the back left corner of the room sparked my interest. It contained a chest of drawers and a tall mirror. I started over and opened one of the drawers, revealing rows and rows of what looked to be some sort of makeup. Curious, I pulled open another drawer which had tubes of lipstick packed inside. I grinned and pulled out one that was shaded light rose red. The seal around the bottle told me that it hadn't been used just yet.

It was tempting, that's for sure. I had never once in my life gotten the opportunity to use or wear makeup, so this could be a first. But then again. This belongs to the Queen so I'd have to ask her permission first, something that would not be appropriate and something I didn't feel like doing.

I glanced down at the small tube, and then back up at my reflection in the tall mirror. I tried to tell myself that I had conflict, but who was I fooling? I already knew what I was going to do. I do enjoy firsts. I thought before popping off the top.

I figured out how to twist the bottom to make the lipstick come up, and then I ran it slowly across my lips. Oops, missed a spot. Nope, nope....oh yeah! Alright go a bit higher...ugh that tastes disgusting! Nope lower, annnnnd Done!

It looked so bad.

I just had to show Obi-Wan!

I nearly ran out the room, but stopped just short of the doorway when I heard voices around the corner.

Blast!

Quickly hurrying backwards, I leapt into the Queen's wardrobe closet and closed the door right before two of her handmaidens walked in with their ombre sunset uniforms. I peeked through the small slit of the door and watched as they headed over to the bureau I was standing in front of seconds ago.

"--how the Queen is handling this." one of them said, continuing her conversation from earlier.

"She is strong, but I doubt that she is internally handling it well. Maybe that's why she left. To take a break from all the stress." the other one answered. She said this while pulling open a drawer and taking out some kind of package. When I could see it clearly, it said 'makeup remover'.

"I just don't see how this dust bowl is the best place to do it." the first one replied with a sigh. What were they talking about? Did the Queen leave without Obi-Wan and I knowing?

"She's got to take whatever opportunity she can. Go get her outfit for tomorrow while I talk to Panaka about security precautions. I just hope the Jedi get the hyperdrive piece soon. They're certainly taking their time."

The first one turned towards the other's leaving figure. "I think you should trust the Jedi, especially the one with the short hair and that braid. He's cute." she giggled.

A pang of jealousy shot through me like a blaster bolt. This was so wrong.

"You and your romantic fantasys." The one at the door said with a knowing smile and a small shake of her head. "Just don't forget to get the Queen's outfit once you're done dreaming about boys." Then she left the room.

The one remaining giggled to herself once more before closing the bureau door the other one had left open. She quickly checked her reflection before surprisingly walking towards my hiding spot.

Wait, she was receiving the Queen's wardrobe? I was in wardrobe!

Blast!

As she came closer, I wracked my brain for what to do, drawing blank after blank. She placed her hand on the handle and jerked the doors open, revealing me squished into the Queen's clothes.

I thought she would scream, but instead, her eyes bulged and she placed her hand over her mouth. I gave an awkward smile before hopping out of the closet and waving a hand in front of her face.

"You never saw me here." I said, slowly backing out of the room.

"I never saw you here." she droned back.

Wow that could have been close! I thought before, quickly hurting out of there and making my way back to the cockpit. I threw my hood over my head just before I reached the entrance, remembering the stuff I had on my lips and how I wanted to surprise Obi-Wan with it.

Once I palmed open the door, I saw that he was still sitting in the pilot's seat, his back to me and his head resting on his hand. "Hey Chal." he mumbled sleepily upon hearing my entrance.

Alright, this is it! I thought giddily as I leaned my arm on the door frame. "Well hello there Obi-Wan." I responded in the most suggestive voice I could muster.

His head shot up from his hand before he whipped his chair around to face me. "What the heck C--?!"

Before he finished, I threw off my hood and puckered my rose coloured lips at him. He gawked at me for a few seconds, then rolled his eyes and turned his chair back around.

I frowned. "I thought you'd be more impressed. It took me a lot to get this stuff."

"Because looking like you make a living at Jabba's palace is impressive." he said sarcastically.

I walked over and placed my elbows on the back of his chair. "Alright, that's enough from you Obi-Sass." I said, poking the back of his neck.

He fidgeted a bit at my touch to his ticklish spot, and then tipped his head back so he could look at me. "You're so beautiful Chal, why wear makeup?" he asked softly.

My whole face heated up. He just called me beautiful. When he saw that I was blushing, he started blushing, and then we were just a blushing mess.

"Well," I said, shyly running my fingers through my curly hair. "Thank you." I pecked my lips on his forehead, leaving a red print in its place.

"Chalset..." he grumbled.

"Huh?" I giggled, stepping around to plant another kiss on his temple.

"Stoooop." he whined, swatting half heartedly at me.

I didn't stop though, and he didn't even try to really stop me. Maybe he was secretly enjoying it? Like I was?

Before long, Obi-Wan was a mess of red splotches, and I grinned at my handi-work. My eyes then found their way down to his lips, and I bit my own, contemplating whether or not I should do something about the space between us there. It would be breaking some codes alright, but it didn't seem wrong. Just right. Extremely right.

I wonder what Obi-Wan thought. He didn't really seem to mind that my face was moving closer to his. In fact, he seemed to be leaning forward as well! He started closing his eyes, and I began doing the same, but the Force must not have had it in it's best interest for anything to happen because Obi-Wan's comlink he left on the ship's dashboard started beeping loudly, stopping us both.

He looked sorry.

The contacter ended up being Qui-Gon asing for a midi-chlorian count from a blood test. Once Obi-Wan had calculated it, the reading turned out to be off the charts, as if the person was made of midi-chlorians themselves! It was even higher than Master Yoda's!

Who in the galaxy could be so intune and sensitive to the Force?