Obidala Love in 100 Words

by Daniella Harwood

From time to time Obidala Forums post 100 word challenges. These are an on going collection of my responses to them. Ignores canon, are almost all laced with innuendo and very few follow on from one another.

35. Groaned

Groaned:

As he landed on the back of the Reek, Padmé's hand grazed his thigh, her fingers sliding down the contours of his muscle in a gentle caress. Obi-Wan almost groaned. His gaze landed on her wounds and he put the pleasure he received from the gesture into healing them, trying to ignore the emotions he felt in the touch.

Later, when the battle and duels were over, they would tend to each other, healing the heartache that comes from death, from the old lies, dulce et decorum est pro patria mori,* and there is no death, there is the force.

*: From the Latin; there is no greater honour than to die for one's country; literally; It is sweet and fitting to die for the fatherland.' Also a reference to a poem by Wilfred Owen, a World War II poet, who calls it the old lie in his poem titled by the same phrase. My source is Nil Desperandum by Eugene Ehrlich.