Portrait of Forbidden Lovers

By Obi's Girl

Time frame: Set preferably during III

Pairing: Obi-Wan/Padmé romance

Padmé Naberrie stared into the firelight, her brown eyes a complete glaze. For several days, Padmé didn't eat, sleep or say anything. Anakin Skywalker, her other half, her soul mate, was dead, or as Obi-Wan had put it, "touched by the Darkside of the Force." Padmé closed her eyes, remembering the night Obi-Wan came to her and told her of the duel between himself and his former Apprentice.

She remembered looking into Obi-Wan's blue eyes, and for a moment, felt the grief and pain behind his words. But she, on the other hand, felt quiet the opposite, except a strong emptiness within her soul. She should have felt something, grief, sadness, betrayal but it was all a void, and she didn't understand why.

Padmé opened her eyes again, biting her lip. All her life, she had been groomed to never show emotion, and now it was killing her. She wanted to cry, wanted to yell or throw a really nasty tantrum. It would have helped, anything would have helped...

She turned briefly, catching a glance of Obi-Wan's dark form in the doorway, his hood over his blue eyes. Padmé looked back to the fire, as the Jedi quietly walked towards her, kneeling down beside her.

"What is this feeling, Obi-Wan?" she asked, staring into the fire. Obi-Wan didn't reply, allowing her to continue. "I should feel something, anything but I don't. I feel so empty inside..." Padmé turned to him, crying for the first time since he told her the news, "Why did he have to leave me? I don't even know what went wrong, or why....?" She drifted off, hiding her face in her hands.

Obi-Wan frowned, stroking her shoulder, "It's not your fault, Padmé. Even I didn't see it, not until it was too late...If I could have saved him, I would have. I loved him too, he was my son..."

Padmé nodded, gazing up at him, her tears subsiding. She leaned forward, embracing him for comfort but pulled away slightly, staring at him again. Obi-Wan stared at her, breathing heavily as she had, feeling the same strong desire…

No, he couldn't do this. She needed ample time to mourn Anakin, but it was too late because she already leaned closer, kissing him passionately. Obi- Wan's arms slithered around her back but stopped, breaking the kiss between them.

"Obi-Wan…" Padmé gasped, breathing heavily again.

"We shouldn't do this, Padmé. You need more time…" He struggled, "Anakin, you loved him…"

She nodded, "I did, but he's dead. I have to accept that; I have accepted it." Obi-Wan stared at her in disbelief again before kissing her passionately again. The lovers clumsily stood up; Obi-Wan guiding Padmé, using the Force towards the bedroom…

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