She had ignored him. Alanae had given absolutely no attention to Obi-Wan
during that entire time. Did she sense what he felt? No. She seemed too
occupied with something else, perhaps how to get them off of this moon. It had
been painful, though, to remain calm. He kept having ideas taunt him; hold her,
kiss her, touch her. She may as well shoot him with that blaster. He wouldn't
blame her. It would be like euthanasia compared to the agony he felt in his
heart at this moment.
Secluding himself in the charting room, he knew he had to get away before he
did something stupid. Before he ran to her and told her everything. He watched
the light fade out as the 4 moon passed to the opposite side of Yavin from the
main star of the system.
* * *
Alanae too watched the sky flare with orange, red and purple. She slipped off
her pants and slid into bed. Tomorrow, she promised herself, she would find the
energy to get out of this place of torment. Her heart was so heavy with emotion
that she didn't feel she could stand it for much longer.
When she was seven years old, she had gone hungry for a week. At that time, she
had thought it to be the most terrible feeling. But now, she'd found something
far worse.
* * *
Obi-Wan couldn't sleep. He'd tried to amuse himself with his comlink, messing
with the parts but he couldn't concentrate. Setting it on his bed, he left the
room. Crimson Storm was eerily silent. He assumed Alanae had gone to sleep.
Without thinking, he walked to the sleeping quarters, willing himself to stay
absolutely silent. He pushed the control and the door slid open with a soft
swishing noise.
There she lay. The one who had him speechless with amazement, with admiration,
with love. He crossed the room without a sound, moving towards her. She slept,
breathing softly. Dim starlight lit her resting figure. Kneeling at her side,
Obi-Wan looked on her. He allowed himself to revel in the feeling of just being
with her. He reached out and gently stroked her hair with a rough hand. She
remained motionless. Growing bolder, he lightly touched the soft skin on her
arm.
Alanae slowly opened her eyes. He froze.
"Obi-?" she began.
He stood and attempted to flee the room. He was dead meat now. His efforts were
too late, she already had a grip on his arm. Obi-Wan turned back and met her
eyes but was surprised to see that instead of being filed with malice, they
were filled with desire, the same kind he felt. Alanae sat upright and stood,
still holding onto him.
Obi-Wan's eyes ran over her figure, outlined by the starlight that shone from
behind. Only a large tunic covered her. Like this she looked more a cultured
girl than a fierce-tempered outlaw. She was so beautiful, his heart filled with
passion.
Alanae observed him as well. She stepped slowly forward. His toned body,
muscular from lightsaber training could be seen because of his worn and now
untidy Jedi clothing. She felt so much that she thought she might burst as she
approached him.
Now they stood, face-to-face. Obi-Wan looked at Alanae. She looked at him.
Nothing needed to be said. At that moment, they knew what the other felt.
Alanae felt Obi-wan lean forward and closed her eyes. He gently pressed his
lips to hers. She kissed back, forcing all the feeling she could behind it.
Obi-Wan put his free arm about her waist, she still unknowingly gripped one. He
felt an unbelievable elation, bliss like nothing he had ever felt before. He
kissed her fiercely, pushing the limits of his emotion. Alanae drew back for
air but when she tried to kiss him again, he backed away.
"What's wrong?' she asked.
"My oaths. I—" he looked at her, torn "I shouldn't be doing this."
"But you can," she said, resting her forehead on his chest.
"No, I can't," he backed away and put her hands to her sides. "When I became a
padawan, I swore to forsake all attachments. That's why they bring only infants
to the Temple, so you don't have time to bond to your family. I don't even
remember my mother."
"Obi-Wan," she said, stepping towards him, "you may have forsaken attachments
but—but what is the purpose of the Jedi?"
"To follow the will of the Force."
"And that will—" she said, bringing him close again and looking him in the eye,
"that will put you here. With me. Tonight."
She leaned in and this time Obi-Wan gave in. He defied all he had been trained
in and kissed her. Alanae returned his passion and wrapped her arms around his
shoulders. The two refused to be parted again.
* * * * * * * * * *
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to all who have found love.
during that entire time. Did she sense what he felt? No. She seemed too
occupied with something else, perhaps how to get them off of this moon. It had
been painful, though, to remain calm. He kept having ideas taunt him; hold her,
kiss her, touch her. She may as well shoot him with that blaster. He wouldn't
blame her. It would be like euthanasia compared to the agony he felt in his
heart at this moment.
Secluding himself in the charting room, he knew he had to get away before he
did something stupid. Before he ran to her and told her everything. He watched
the light fade out as the 4 moon passed to the opposite side of Yavin from the
main star of the system.
* * *
Alanae too watched the sky flare with orange, red and purple. She slipped off
her pants and slid into bed. Tomorrow, she promised herself, she would find the
energy to get out of this place of torment. Her heart was so heavy with emotion
that she didn't feel she could stand it for much longer.
When she was seven years old, she had gone hungry for a week. At that time, she
had thought it to be the most terrible feeling. But now, she'd found something
far worse.
* * *
Obi-Wan couldn't sleep. He'd tried to amuse himself with his comlink, messing
with the parts but he couldn't concentrate. Setting it on his bed, he left the
room. Crimson Storm was eerily silent. He assumed Alanae had gone to sleep.
Without thinking, he walked to the sleeping quarters, willing himself to stay
absolutely silent. He pushed the control and the door slid open with a soft
swishing noise.
There she lay. The one who had him speechless with amazement, with admiration,
with love. He crossed the room without a sound, moving towards her. She slept,
breathing softly. Dim starlight lit her resting figure. Kneeling at her side,
Obi-Wan looked on her. He allowed himself to revel in the feeling of just being
with her. He reached out and gently stroked her hair with a rough hand. She
remained motionless. Growing bolder, he lightly touched the soft skin on her
arm.
Alanae slowly opened her eyes. He froze.
"Obi-?" she began.
He stood and attempted to flee the room. He was dead meat now. His efforts were
too late, she already had a grip on his arm. Obi-Wan turned back and met her
eyes but was surprised to see that instead of being filed with malice, they
were filled with desire, the same kind he felt. Alanae sat upright and stood,
still holding onto him.
Obi-Wan's eyes ran over her figure, outlined by the starlight that shone from
behind. Only a large tunic covered her. Like this she looked more a cultured
girl than a fierce-tempered outlaw. She was so beautiful, his heart filled with
passion.
Alanae observed him as well. She stepped slowly forward. His toned body,
muscular from lightsaber training could be seen because of his worn and now
untidy Jedi clothing. She felt so much that she thought she might burst as she
approached him.
Now they stood, face-to-face. Obi-Wan looked at Alanae. She looked at him.
Nothing needed to be said. At that moment, they knew what the other felt.
Alanae felt Obi-wan lean forward and closed her eyes. He gently pressed his
lips to hers. She kissed back, forcing all the feeling she could behind it.
Obi-Wan put his free arm about her waist, she still unknowingly gripped one. He
felt an unbelievable elation, bliss like nothing he had ever felt before. He
kissed her fiercely, pushing the limits of his emotion. Alanae drew back for
air but when she tried to kiss him again, he backed away.
"What's wrong?' she asked.
"My oaths. I—" he looked at her, torn "I shouldn't be doing this."
"But you can," she said, resting her forehead on his chest.
"No, I can't," he backed away and put her hands to her sides. "When I became a
padawan, I swore to forsake all attachments. That's why they bring only infants
to the Temple, so you don't have time to bond to your family. I don't even
remember my mother."
"Obi-Wan," she said, stepping towards him, "you may have forsaken attachments
but—but what is the purpose of the Jedi?"
"To follow the will of the Force."
"And that will—" she said, bringing him close again and looking him in the eye,
"that will put you here. With me. Tonight."
She leaned in and this time Obi-Wan gave in. He defied all he had been trained
in and kissed her. Alanae returned his passion and wrapped her arms around his
shoulders. The two refused to be parted again.
* * * * * * * * * *
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to all who have found love.