Without The Force ~Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader~

04- Whine & Dine

Master Yoda seemed the slightly odd sort. Apart from his way of speaking which always seemed to catch you off guard, he was just a little off. Obi-Wan never mentioned it, never even raised an eye. You were lucky that Obi-Wan didn't talk like that, for it was sure to ruin the mystery and curiosity surrounding him. He had a presence, one of confidence and grandeur.

Normally that sort of attitude would be off-putting, but he somehow managed to pull it off. He didn't come off as snobby or cocky; rather he made you want to prove yourself to him, for he was certainly somebody worth impressing.

As you sat down at one of the tables in the dining hall, you wondered what life would be like as a Jedi. It seemed quite luxurious, with the grand hall you were sitting in proving your point and then some. It was dim inside, but only because most of the overhead lights were off, leaving the three of you submerged in an amber shadow. The three of you were sat around a small table near the door, and you were opposite Obi-Wan. Sat like this, you could almost ignore the small green figure beside you, but not for long as he would then speak up and you'd be forced to listen.

You wanted Obi-Wan to yourself, to talk to him alone without Yoda, but you daren't ask him to leave you. You wanted to get to know Obi-Wan, surrounded in the luxury of his Temple, basking in his wisdom and daring to invade the bubble of allure around him. What you craved most, however, was to hear him say he cared about you, that he was worried for you. You had only seen it for brief moments, but the idea that somebody had you in mind was enough to make you feel dizzy.

Nobody cared about you back down there, they only cared about themselves and getting drunk to forget their own problems. Everyone was suffering so much that they couldn't bear the burden of you as well. It was selfish to impose your own issues on people, but Obi-Wan seemed almost willing to accept them. You saw it in his eyes, the hope and optimism that you so desperately lacked- he had everything you were void of and it was intoxicating.

Whatever did you do to deserve to meet him? He was made for somebody like you, had to be. Had the Maker been so merciful so as to create this being for you? He met your gaze for the briefest moment and you flushed, almost sure he could hear your every thought. If he could, you wouldn't mind. You would never admit it aloud, but somebody like this was exactly what you needed: strong, brave, courageous, selfless and generous. His eyes were too strong to stare into, they burned with all of his compassion, and they hurt to look into, glowing and sparkling with him.

You forced yourself to look away, ashamed of how much you admired him and so soon. A droid buzzed over and delivered food wordlessly. You thanked them, not knowing what else to do, and they nodded. Master Yoda began to speak before you could even begin to eat,

"A room for tonight, Master Kenobi will give you." He states,

"A room Master?" Obi-Wan looks to him, you were sure he was looking at you first.

"Yes, a room, for our friend."

"That won't be necessary, I can go home."

"Back to your grimy little flat?" Obi-Wan asks, you nod, "That place will make you ill if you sleep there any longer, one night would do you good."

"If you insist, Master Obi-Wan, but I don't want to be any trouble-"

"Trouble you will not be" Yoda interrupts, he nods as if to confirm what is happening before starting his meal.

Truth be told, you were starving. The stuff you did eat down there was greasy and fried, laced with more oil than actual food- not to mention the taste. The Jedi seemed to spare no expense, and that extended to what they ate. It had to be infinitely better than the slop they served back home, and you thanked the Maker you had agreed to come here. If you hadn't, you would be asleep on your mattress by now, cold and hungry and desperately alone. Even the silent presence of Obi-Wan opposite you was more than enough.

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However if you thought that dinner was nice, than the rest of the night was like dying and going to heaven. Master Yoda bid you goodnight after eating and you finally got some spare moments with Obi-Wan.

"I'm afraid you'll be staying in my quarters," He says as you walk down the halls together.

"Really? If it's too much trouble, I can just go home."

"No there's no trouble, you just might want to adjust your expectations." He opens a door and walks in, you just moments behind.

His quarters were beautiful. Not in the intricate, artsy, glamorous way, they were just beautiful. Homely, in shades of brown, beige and cream .The bed was just before you, with a door on the right and a sofa on the wall to your left. Obi-Wan hung his robe on the hook beside the door and put out his hand,

"Your bag?" He asked, and you obliged, giving it to him so he could hang it beside his own robe.

"I'm afraid it isn't much" he continues, "But it's only for the night."

"This is better than any room I've ever slept in!" You exclaim, shocked by the notion that this 'wasn't much' as he put it.

You sat down on the sofa, sighing at the softness when he spoke up again,

"You can have the bed of course, and the refresher is through there," he points to the door, you jump up again,

"Are you sure I can have the bed, I don't mind,"

"You're the guest, it's only polite manners," he says, much to your excitement, "I'll go and shower, make yourself at home."

You did, kicking off your shoes and laying down on his bed. It was soft and comforting and you wanted to cry. Nobody had ever treated you with such kindness before! You grabbed one of the many pillows and hugged it to your chest, inhaling the scent of both him and the unfamiliar smell of cleanliness. It was heaven and it was for you.

When Obi-Wan returned,
dressed in his bed clothes (plain, full-length pyjamas that were cream like everything he wore), you had to get up and hug him. At first, he was shocked, but soon you felt the sensation of his arms wrapping around,

"Master Obi-Wan, thank you." You whispered, holding him tight, scared you were dreaming and he would soon fade from view. He didn't reply, but he squeezed you tighter to let you know he had heard you.