A few weeks passed of me healing slowly. Obi-Wan visited twice inbetween missions, but other than that he mainly stayed in the Jedi Temple or offworld.

Padmé also visited. Her and Dormé had come baring gifts, namely food. They were just as busy with the war as the Jedi, just behind the front lines. I wish I could spend more time with them, but I can't. At least not until I'm fully healed. I would hate to not be able to do much for myself when I'm trying to be strong in front of others.

I tried not to drink too much alcohol, but on a lonely night with aching limbs, the liquid depressant was too good to resist. I kept it put away when others came around, though. The look on Obi-Wan's face when a showed a slight reliance on it made me not want to drink it around him. He was very helpful though. He helped me clean my apartment everytime he visited me.

The more time we spend together, the closer we get, both physically and emotionally. I care for him in ways I have never felt with anyone else. And it seems like the feeling is mutual, but I don't know for certain. He's a jedi, so it's forbidden for us to be together, for him to even have such feelings. It doesn't seem to hinder Padmé and Anakin much, but I can't ask that of Obi-Wan, especially not when his life is so revolved around the Jedi Order.

As I cooked dinner for myself, I began to hum a lullaby my mom used to sing to me as a child while she would cook. She always had the best spirit in the whole neighborhood. She was incredibly kind and loving. I was always told that I looked exactly like her. I wonder what my family would say if they saw me now.

Then I hear a knock on the door. I look up from the food, hopeful that it's Obi-Wan or Padmé. I wipe my hands with a towel and go open the door. Standing right outside was Obi-Wan Kenobi in all his glory. "Hey, war hero," I say sarcastically.

He snorts and replies, "Hey, handmaiden." He then reveals a small bouquet from behind his back.

I gasp a little as he walks into the room and hands me the flowers. "What are these for?" I inquire while inhaling the subtle auroma.

Obi presses the button to close the door as I still focus on the colorful petals. "Well, I got them for two reasons. The first being because I thought you would enjoy them. The second is to soften bad news."

My eyebrows furrow in confusion as I look up into his beautiful eyes. "What?"

"Padmé was almost used as a hostage for General Grievous."

The Jedi Master squinted his eyes as I blew up. "What?" I exclaim. "Do you know if she's alright? When is she being rescued? How did she get kidnapped by Grievous in the first place?"

"Hey, hey, don't worry," Obi-Wan says reassuringly, rubbing my arms. "Padmé is safe now. She had gone to a medical center and was intercepted by General Grievous who had attempted to wipe out the facility. Anakin and I got Padmé and C-3PO out safe. Although she did want us to continue our attack on the ship regardless of her own safety."

"Of course she did. I shouldn't be surprised," I remark. "Anakin wasn't having it, huh?" Leave it to Anakin to always make sure she was safe.

Obi-Wan chuckles. "Exactly."

"Wow." I let out a long breath. "That's deep fodder." Obi nods and shrugs in agreement. "I should probably put these in water."

"Of course." He follows me into the kitchen where I grab the tallest glass I have to use as a makeshift vase. I never expected to get flowers. If I did, I'd have a vase. Using a knife, I cut off the ends of the flower stems, place the flowers in the glass, and fill it with water from the sink before putting the glass down on the counter.

I turn around to see Obi-Wan leaning against the counter with a content grin. His hair fell perfectly on top of his head and his beard was neatly trimmed, nothing looking out of place. "Your robe," I point out. "You know, you can hang it up and relax."

"Oh, right." Obi-Wan straightens up and takes off his outer robe, draping it over his arm. "I guess my mind was elsewhere." He hung it on a hook right outside the kitchen next to one of my cloaks.

"I got a new holodrama. It was just released," I inform him as he follows me to the living room.

"What's it called?"

He takes a seat on the couch as I go to my small collection of holovids. "SuperKnight: The Awakening. It has Harlan Ottekvar."

"Well, let's see it." I switched holodics in the holoprojector and then joined Obi-Wan on the couch, leaning into his side. "So how have you been feeling?"

I gaze up into his eyes. "I'm feeling better. A lot better, thank you."

His expression then displayed confusion. "For what?"

"Everything. You just being here, checking up on me, making sure I'm okay, bringing me flowers. Thank you, I'm very grateful. I can't thank you enough."

Obi-Wan laces his fingers through mine while smiling. "You're welcome. Seeing you happy brings me joy. I don't know what I would do if I never got to see you smile again."

I open my mouth to say something, but I can't make myself speak. We were incredibly close, our faces almost touching. I would be easy to move the short distance closer and kiss him. It would be far from acceptable, though. I'm a former handmaiden and he's a Jedi Master. Nothing about that is acceptable.

Yet it seems so right. It was as though someone flipped a switch, everything changed. Our lips collide in an unchecked affection. I can't be sure who initiated the kiss, it could have been both of us at once, but I had never been more content. His lips were soft and warm, like a Naboo breeze. Obi-Wan's power and strength is obvious in his kiss, but he's still no forceful.

I'll admit it was little awkward at first. Though, as the kiss went on, we found a rhythym. And it was amazing. I never wanted it to end.

An hour later we were sprawled out on my couch. We weren't moving. We weren't talking. We were relishing in each other's company. With Obi's arms wrapped around me, I wasn't sure I ever wanted to move.

"I could lay like this forever," Obi-Wan murmurs. His arms subtley tighten around my body.

I shift my head to look at him. "I feel the same way," I reply. Silence consumes us as I try and think of what to say next. Should I tell him exactly how I feel? How will he react to that? I ignore the butterflies in my stomach and take a deep breath. I then ask the only question I can. "What are we?"

"I-I don't know," Obi stutters. "The Jedi Code forbids attachment. I've already broken that. All I know is I don't want to live without you, but I also can't leave the Order right now."

"They need you. I wouldn't let you leave it. Does that mean we'll have a secret relationship? I'm not the best at lying."

Obi-Wan ran his hand through my hair. "It's either that or none at all. I'd be willing to risk it." The look of complete determination ran through his eyes as they gazed into mine. "And if this is still what we want by the end of the war, I'll leave the Order."

His last statement made me both happy and disappointed. "All you've ever known is being a jedi."

"And all you've ever known is being a handmaiden," he interrupts. "We could start a new life, together."

I shake my head at him and sit up. "I like this life," I tell him sternly. "I actually like the rush of danger when Padmé and I travel. I like seeing your soft gaze as you talk about being a jedi. I like listening to you and Anakin bicker. I like seeing Padmé and Anakin pretened they aren't in love or them trying to pretend they aren't together. I like seeing you visit after a long day and relaxing with you on my couch. Sure, I would enjoy seeing you more often and spending more time together, or Padmé not being almost killed all the time, but that's our life. Sitting in my own house with a nice yard and a steady life is not what I'll enjoy. If being with you will mean a secret relationship while also living productively and not leaving our friends behind, then I'll do it. I don't care."

Obi-Wan's grin stretches from ear to ear. "I will gladly try to live up to your expectations."

I wrap my arms tightly around him, pulling him closer to me."Good because you haven't left my mind since we met."

"Jedi don't always like every assignment we get sent on," he repeats from that first day. "But I'm glad I was sent on that one. I think Qui-Gon would actually be happy I'm breaking a rule."

I giggle a little at his comment. "Wow, who knew you could be so bad. I can hardly even recognize you. Who are you and what have you done with Obi-Wan Kenobi?"

He simply laughs at my sarcasm. "You know, we never actually did watch the holodrama."

"We should probably fix that before you disappear again."