Disclaimer:Nope, don't own 'em. Would be very happy (and very rich) if I did, but I don't. However, if Good Ol' Georgie ever feels like selling Obi-Wan/Mr. Ewan McGregor-Sir, he can hand him over to me anytime he feels like it. But, as it is, I am making no money, will never make money from this, and don't particularly care that I don't. The moral of this little tale is two itty-bitty words. Don't sue.
Rating:Kinda PG, but kinda PG-13 because of a little inuendo and all that good stuff.
Author's Note:I liked writing this one. It was cool. I know it's a bit open-ended, but. . .
"Ami, I love you."
She looked at the face in front of her, once so cold and distant, now with eyes filled with a new hope. The sandy blond hair, blue eyes, features so similar to the other man in her life it was uncanny. The pair could have been brothers. And in essence, they were. Which made her feelings for this man not so difficult to understand.
The breeze went through his hair, ruffling it, and lending more to the illusion of his youth. To hear those words from this man had been all she wanted to hear for so long.
She smiled up at the beloved face of her companion. As she did so, he gently touched her face, caressing it.
Amidala couldn't control herself any longer, and threw herself into his embrace. He was shocked by her actions, and jumped a little at the first touch of her lips. Then he returned it without hesitation.
She was shocking herself, really. Here she was, Queen Amidala of the Naboo, barely out of childhood herself, always so calm and unmovable, kissing the man she loved with all of her heart and soul.
It was unlike any kiss she had ever experienced. Warm sensations coursed through her stomach, making her feel a little queasy, but in a good way. She felt light headed and completely out of control of her body as she pressed closer to his warmth.
When he drew back for air, Ami was grateful. Had he kissed her like that much longer, she would have lost all control of her senses.
Then she looked up into his sky-blue eyes and felt her heart twist at the sheer beauty of the man.
"I love you too, . . ."
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Ha-ha!!! This is Michelle speaking now. I was going to have her talk to one specific guy, and really she still is, but I decided that I would just leave it as it is, with the single clue to his identity. I think most of you can figure out who it is anyway, but I felt if I let it a bit open-ended, than fewer people would flame me, and more people could enjoy the story.