The First Kiss
By: A Day Without Rain (a.k.a. Sammy)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: No, no, no I don't own Obi (which is a shame). *G* But I do own Adamé however. Thank you Father George for letting me play Cupid with your character and mine. No infringement intended.
Summary: The title pretty much says it all. Obi-Wan and Adamé lock lips for the first time after dancing together at a ball. Minor SONG FIC alert! BEEP BEEP! This is meant for Enya's Only Time from her new CD. (It's really great you should buy it!) Also, this was written off of Scatter's suggestion.
Author's Note #1: For my "virgin" readers out there, virgin meaning anyone who has never read any of my fics before, Adamé is the princess of a planet called Rimald. Obi-Wan has been summoned to act as her bodyguard for the time being. (For more info check out my Fight For Rimald chapters and other fics) My saga takes, place three weeks after TPM. Oh, and Adamé is supposed to look like Katie Holmes...Yes, Katie Holmes.
Author's Note #2: I shout out to: Scatter, PJ, Steffie, Suzette, Becca, Becky, Brittnee, and John. I love you all, and I've been gone, but now I'M BACK! Muhahahahahaha. (If I have forgotten anyone, please let me know by reviewing this piece of writing. *G*
~*~Who can say
Why your heart sighs
As your love flies
-only time
And who can say
If your love grows
As your heart chose
-only time~*~
Only Time/Enya/A Day Without Rain
The room was extremely crowded, and yet he never lost sight of her throughout the whole evening. She was so beautiful in her elegant white dress, which flowed from her body like water trickled every so slowly from a stream. He was drawn to her, her presence filling him with uncontrollable emotion.
Since they had danced earlier in the evening, he had been transported into a world where only she mattered, only she existed. As they turned in circles around the floor, all he could see was her face, all he could feel was her body, her petite hand intertwined with his. His body trembled as he thought of the intense look in her eyes as she stared into him, through him, into his soul, as they danced.
He watched her now, as she interacted with the other guests, which were mostly sovereigns from other planets in the surrounding rims. Rimald was hosting a "Ball of the Royals" to welcome themselves into the Republic, and place themselves highly amongst the other Royalty.
Adamé had spoken to him of how she hated such events, having to wear a "mask" which concealed her true being, to be proper in the midst of the crowd. She did not like the corrupt nature of the other princesses, most of them being around her age, who spent their days squabbling about what the other was wearing, who they had relations with, and any other gossip they fancied to talk about.
She had such a perfect stance, how she laughed with the other girls, and they pointed towards other people in the room. Adamé had whispered that he had been the topic of conversation previously in the evening, and had been described as a "perfect gentleman" and "extremely well bred for a Jedi". He was grateful he had not brought Anakin to tag along, as this was no place for children.
Adamé's eyes peeked around the groups of people to find Obi-Wan, as she was worried he might have retired for the evening. Then suddenly she saw him, standing alone in the corner, looking right back at her. There was a delicate inner fire that was ignited when their eyes locked. That perplexed gray meeting with her dark green. She had to turn away from him to find some other low, more tolerable key.
He couldn't stand it any longer. He made his way through the crowd and approached the small circle of women. Some giggled as he walked toward them. Adamé turned around in surprise.
Obi-Wan bowed. "Pardon me," he said and reached for Adamé's arm. "I need to borrow Princess Adamé for a short time."
"Obi....," she said under her breath. "What do you think you are doing?!"
He dragged her. "Follow me."
She turned back to the princesses who all stood in awe. "Excuse me ladies. I will be back momentarily!"
Adamé followed him out of the exit and into the fifth of seven gardens in and around the palace. It was a humid, but relaxing night. The faint sounds of the creatures that inhabited the rain forest floated mildly through the air. He led her into a row where passionflowers grew high on either side. The scent was indescribable.
She stopped him angrily. "Obi-Wan this is insane! I have never been so insulted nor embarrassed in all of my life! I was right in the middle of speaking with those women! This is extremely insulting to me! I can't believe this."
Obi-Wan turned around to face her.
"They will now find me rude and uncouth. They will never speak to me again! I am so angry. How dare you do this to me! I should---"
He swept Adamé up and kissed her. At first she resisted, but as he released all of his passion and love for her against her lips, she loosened and accepted his tender kiss. There was nothing but them now. Nothing but them sharing each other's feelings, their open hearts. He felt free and unbound.
As their lips parted, he saw that her eyes had been closed. She fluttered them open and looked at him. "Obi....."
He looked down. "Forgive me your highness."
Her finger slid down to cradle his chin and brought his face up to again look into her green eyes. "You are forgiven, but I would like it very much if you did it again."
Obi-Wan gently caressed her lips with his own. Adamé could see everything that had lead up to this moment flash into her mind. When they had first met, when she had brought him the basket of fruits and refused to share them with him, when they had sparred with staffs and she had won, when he had comforted her when she was grieving over the loss of her people, the many arguments they had gotten into, the dance. She was submersed completely into him, and she felt as if she were floating.
"Adamé, I love you," he murmured as his sweetly placed kisses on her neck, which smelled of cherry blossoms.
"Obi-Wan....," she paused. She knew that ever since they had shared that single dance, she was desperately in love with him. She had never wanted anything, let alone anyone, so bad in her life. "I--I--I love--you too."
He looked up at her and smiled, a smile that warmed her heart. Again he kissed her, and remained kissing her, for the majority of the night.
OK FOLKS! THATS THE END. NOW R/R!! Come on, its not that hard to type in that little box. :)
By: A Day Without Rain (a.k.a. Sammy)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: No, no, no I don't own Obi (which is a shame). *G* But I do own Adamé however. Thank you Father George for letting me play Cupid with your character and mine. No infringement intended.
Summary: The title pretty much says it all. Obi-Wan and Adamé lock lips for the first time after dancing together at a ball. Minor SONG FIC alert! BEEP BEEP! This is meant for Enya's Only Time from her new CD. (It's really great you should buy it!) Also, this was written off of Scatter's suggestion.
Author's Note #1: For my "virgin" readers out there, virgin meaning anyone who has never read any of my fics before, Adamé is the princess of a planet called Rimald. Obi-Wan has been summoned to act as her bodyguard for the time being. (For more info check out my Fight For Rimald chapters and other fics) My saga takes, place three weeks after TPM. Oh, and Adamé is supposed to look like Katie Holmes...Yes, Katie Holmes.
Author's Note #2: I shout out to: Scatter, PJ, Steffie, Suzette, Becca, Becky, Brittnee, and John. I love you all, and I've been gone, but now I'M BACK! Muhahahahahaha. (If I have forgotten anyone, please let me know by reviewing this piece of writing. *G*
~*~Who can say
Why your heart sighs
As your love flies
-only time
And who can say
If your love grows
As your heart chose
-only time~*~
Only Time/Enya/A Day Without Rain
The room was extremely crowded, and yet he never lost sight of her throughout the whole evening. She was so beautiful in her elegant white dress, which flowed from her body like water trickled every so slowly from a stream. He was drawn to her, her presence filling him with uncontrollable emotion.
Since they had danced earlier in the evening, he had been transported into a world where only she mattered, only she existed. As they turned in circles around the floor, all he could see was her face, all he could feel was her body, her petite hand intertwined with his. His body trembled as he thought of the intense look in her eyes as she stared into him, through him, into his soul, as they danced.
He watched her now, as she interacted with the other guests, which were mostly sovereigns from other planets in the surrounding rims. Rimald was hosting a "Ball of the Royals" to welcome themselves into the Republic, and place themselves highly amongst the other Royalty.
Adamé had spoken to him of how she hated such events, having to wear a "mask" which concealed her true being, to be proper in the midst of the crowd. She did not like the corrupt nature of the other princesses, most of them being around her age, who spent their days squabbling about what the other was wearing, who they had relations with, and any other gossip they fancied to talk about.
She had such a perfect stance, how she laughed with the other girls, and they pointed towards other people in the room. Adamé had whispered that he had been the topic of conversation previously in the evening, and had been described as a "perfect gentleman" and "extremely well bred for a Jedi". He was grateful he had not brought Anakin to tag along, as this was no place for children.
Adamé's eyes peeked around the groups of people to find Obi-Wan, as she was worried he might have retired for the evening. Then suddenly she saw him, standing alone in the corner, looking right back at her. There was a delicate inner fire that was ignited when their eyes locked. That perplexed gray meeting with her dark green. She had to turn away from him to find some other low, more tolerable key.
He couldn't stand it any longer. He made his way through the crowd and approached the small circle of women. Some giggled as he walked toward them. Adamé turned around in surprise.
Obi-Wan bowed. "Pardon me," he said and reached for Adamé's arm. "I need to borrow Princess Adamé for a short time."
"Obi....," she said under her breath. "What do you think you are doing?!"
He dragged her. "Follow me."
She turned back to the princesses who all stood in awe. "Excuse me ladies. I will be back momentarily!"
Adamé followed him out of the exit and into the fifth of seven gardens in and around the palace. It was a humid, but relaxing night. The faint sounds of the creatures that inhabited the rain forest floated mildly through the air. He led her into a row where passionflowers grew high on either side. The scent was indescribable.
She stopped him angrily. "Obi-Wan this is insane! I have never been so insulted nor embarrassed in all of my life! I was right in the middle of speaking with those women! This is extremely insulting to me! I can't believe this."
Obi-Wan turned around to face her.
"They will now find me rude and uncouth. They will never speak to me again! I am so angry. How dare you do this to me! I should---"
He swept Adamé up and kissed her. At first she resisted, but as he released all of his passion and love for her against her lips, she loosened and accepted his tender kiss. There was nothing but them now. Nothing but them sharing each other's feelings, their open hearts. He felt free and unbound.
As their lips parted, he saw that her eyes had been closed. She fluttered them open and looked at him. "Obi....."
He looked down. "Forgive me your highness."
Her finger slid down to cradle his chin and brought his face up to again look into her green eyes. "You are forgiven, but I would like it very much if you did it again."
Obi-Wan gently caressed her lips with his own. Adamé could see everything that had lead up to this moment flash into her mind. When they had first met, when she had brought him the basket of fruits and refused to share them with him, when they had sparred with staffs and she had won, when he had comforted her when she was grieving over the loss of her people, the many arguments they had gotten into, the dance. She was submersed completely into him, and she felt as if she were floating.
"Adamé, I love you," he murmured as his sweetly placed kisses on her neck, which smelled of cherry blossoms.
"Obi-Wan....," she paused. She knew that ever since they had shared that single dance, she was desperately in love with him. She had never wanted anything, let alone anyone, so bad in her life. "I--I--I love--you too."
He looked up at her and smiled, a smile that warmed her heart. Again he kissed her, and remained kissing her, for the majority of the night.
OK FOLKS! THATS THE END. NOW R/R!! Come on, its not that hard to type in that little box. :)