Portrait of Forbidden Lovers (CH9)
1 By Obi's Girl
Padmé lowered her collar as she exited the ship, glancing around the murky- muddy swamp that was to hers and Obi-Wan's temporary home until the children were born. Theoretically, at the time she decided to come to Dagobah she wasn't thinking clearly, or maybe she was. Padmé didn't want to be in the public's eye when she gave birth to her children. Even having Bail and his wife around when the children were born was unbearable because she knew she wouldn't be able to give her daughter to another woman.
She turned briefly, hearing another pair of foot steps come down the ramp. Obi-Wan scratched his beard, scrutinizing their new home. This was the only option; the safest place to be, besides Alderaan. If they were any other planet they would be arrested within minutes of their arrival. Padmé moaned, walking back to the shuttle ramp and sitting down on the edge. "Obi- Wan, the next time I ramble on about a crazy idea, you have my permission to use that Jedi power of yours to dissuade me."
He laughed, scanning the swamp and trees. "Granted, m'lady." Obi-Wan huffed, scratching his beard again, "I suppose I could shave; this beard is getting to be a nescience." He turned, looking at Padmé, who was basically in the same condition he was. "Maybe we both better get cleaned up."
Padmé nodded in agreement, slowly standing up as Obi-Wan rushed to her side, helping her to her feet. She squinted, scrutinizing his scruffy beard, "You're right. This thing is a mess."
"Well, thank you, m'lady." He retorted playfully, helping her back into the shuttle.
~~
Obi-Wan's hands scurried through the supplies drawer, searching for a shaver as Padmé sat back, watching him. He smiled, feeling the small shaver at the back of the drawer, pulling it out. Padmé smiled, standing up carefully, taking the saver from him. He frowned, clearing his throat, "Excuse me, m'lady, but I need the shaver."
She nodded, pulling up another chair, "I know, Obi-Wan. Now, sit down. Sit." The Jedi rolled his eyes, sitting down on the chair as Padmé pulled out a bowl with some water, a wet towel and some crème. "I maybe a pregnant woman, but I can still be of some assistance. Now, stay still."
Obi-Wan huffed, as Padmé let the blade glide over Obi-Wan's cheeks and around his chin. She removed the razor a minute, rinsing it in water, then wiping it, continuing her trek around his face. Padmé turned, bending down, then squatting, scraping the last of the beard under Obi-Wan's nose. She grabbed the towel again, soaking it in water, then squeezing it before resting it on Obi-Wan's face, patting it slowly.
"There. All done." Padmé concluded, grabbing a mirror and holding it before him.
As Padmé held the mirror, Obi-Wan looked at him, feeling his smooth skin. Not a scratch on him. He turned, smiling at Padmé, "You did a good job, love."
"I did, now about that hair…" she drifted off, as Obi-Wan frowned, glaring at her.
TBC
1 By Obi's Girl
Padmé lowered her collar as she exited the ship, glancing around the murky- muddy swamp that was to hers and Obi-Wan's temporary home until the children were born. Theoretically, at the time she decided to come to Dagobah she wasn't thinking clearly, or maybe she was. Padmé didn't want to be in the public's eye when she gave birth to her children. Even having Bail and his wife around when the children were born was unbearable because she knew she wouldn't be able to give her daughter to another woman.
She turned briefly, hearing another pair of foot steps come down the ramp. Obi-Wan scratched his beard, scrutinizing their new home. This was the only option; the safest place to be, besides Alderaan. If they were any other planet they would be arrested within minutes of their arrival. Padmé moaned, walking back to the shuttle ramp and sitting down on the edge. "Obi- Wan, the next time I ramble on about a crazy idea, you have my permission to use that Jedi power of yours to dissuade me."
He laughed, scanning the swamp and trees. "Granted, m'lady." Obi-Wan huffed, scratching his beard again, "I suppose I could shave; this beard is getting to be a nescience." He turned, looking at Padmé, who was basically in the same condition he was. "Maybe we both better get cleaned up."
Padmé nodded in agreement, slowly standing up as Obi-Wan rushed to her side, helping her to her feet. She squinted, scrutinizing his scruffy beard, "You're right. This thing is a mess."
"Well, thank you, m'lady." He retorted playfully, helping her back into the shuttle.
~~
Obi-Wan's hands scurried through the supplies drawer, searching for a shaver as Padmé sat back, watching him. He smiled, feeling the small shaver at the back of the drawer, pulling it out. Padmé smiled, standing up carefully, taking the saver from him. He frowned, clearing his throat, "Excuse me, m'lady, but I need the shaver."
She nodded, pulling up another chair, "I know, Obi-Wan. Now, sit down. Sit." The Jedi rolled his eyes, sitting down on the chair as Padmé pulled out a bowl with some water, a wet towel and some crème. "I maybe a pregnant woman, but I can still be of some assistance. Now, stay still."
Obi-Wan huffed, as Padmé let the blade glide over Obi-Wan's cheeks and around his chin. She removed the razor a minute, rinsing it in water, then wiping it, continuing her trek around his face. Padmé turned, bending down, then squatting, scraping the last of the beard under Obi-Wan's nose. She grabbed the towel again, soaking it in water, then squeezing it before resting it on Obi-Wan's face, patting it slowly.
"There. All done." Padmé concluded, grabbing a mirror and holding it before him.
As Padmé held the mirror, Obi-Wan looked at him, feeling his smooth skin. Not a scratch on him. He turned, smiling at Padmé, "You did a good job, love."
"I did, now about that hair…" she drifted off, as Obi-Wan frowned, glaring at her.
TBC
