Disclaimer: I do not own anything created by or owned by George Lucas. I would never presume to own such great creations.
Note: Just since I didn't actually use any names, the male character is Obi-wan Kenobi and the woman is just a random actress who doesn't actually exist in the Star Wars galaxy, just in my imagination.
Too Hard to Say Good-bye
By Writer-Girl91
My bare feet pad silently on the richly carpeted floor as I cross the room to the bed. His naked, muscular form lies half covered by a white silk sheet. Light from the ever bustling city planet of Coruscant manages to sneak in through the heavily curtained windows and casts shadows upon the dips and rises of his body. Silently, I climb onto the bed, lean over him, and place a tender kiss on his forehead. Sitting back, I observe his sleeping countenance and take to memory every detailed contour. There are a few lines of worry creasing his brow, for he is not as young as he once was, but there is a general air of calm settled on his face which I suppose comes from a lifetime of Jedi training. Tenderly caressing his face, I slowly run my fingers through his beard admiring the tickle of its fullness against my skin. His eyes slowly open as he stares back at me through those heaven blue orbs and smiles. I smile back though I'm slightly torn between wishing to watch him sleep longer and being completely captivated by his serene gaze.
"I thought you were asleep," he murmured. Effortlessly, he pulls me on top of him, entraps my lips, and kisses me deeply. I can feel every part of him pressing against me through the thin sheet, but he is surprisingly calm compared to how passionate we had been earlier that night. His kiss makes me sigh with pleasure and I collapse onto him nuzzling my face against his neck.
"I was," I whisper, "but how can I stay asleep when I'd rather be admiring the marvelous man sleeping in my bed?" He chuckles slightly and slips off the bed from under me.
"If it pleases you so much, my dear, then admire all you want," he says standing at the end of the bed, hands on his hips and a huge grin on his face. I giggle and crawl to the end of the bed. Staring down at me, he cups my face with his calloused hand and rubs his thumb slowly across my cheek. I close my eyes and smile.
If I could use my wealth to freeze this moment, I would stay here with him, quiet and calm, forever. Unfortunately, no amount of money can stop the passing of time, and so I enjoy these fleeting moments for as long as I can. There's no point in asking him to stay. We both understand how important it is for him to remain a Jedi Master, especially in these delicate times with war on the brink of eruption.
Slowly, I open my eyes and meet his gaze. On his face is the sad smile I have grown so accustomed to, and I know he is thinking about the same things as I. With a slight tug, I bring him back to the bed. He pulls the sheet up to cover us, and I curl up against him. The warmth of our bodies mingles as the fringe of dawn's blushing hues begins to paint the horizon, and we fall asleep encompassed in each others arms. He'll be gone when I wake, but it's a blessing because it's just too hard to say good-bye.
