Disclaimer:Nope, don't own 'em. Would be very happy (and very rich) if I did, but I don't. However, if Good Ol' Georgie ever feels like selling Obi-Wan/Mr. Ewan McGregor-Sir, he can hand him over to me anytime he feels like it. But, as it is, I am making no money, will never make money from this, and don't particularly care that I don't. The moral of this little tale is two itty-bitty words. Don't sue.
Rating:G. Not much in this one.
Author's NoteWell, here's part four for all my faithful readers. It's not as good as the other three parts because I was watching TV when I wrote it and consequently, the wording at certain points is a bit weak. Well, anyway, I hope I've still left it unclear as to the identity, but I will give you one major hint. The clue I left really has nothing to do with hair color or eye color because I still picture Anakin as Jake Llyod (blond and Blue) and I always thought Ewan McGregor had the blond and blue as well. And if he doesn't, for the sake of the story, just pretend. Enjoy!!!
"Ami, I love you."
Both men, each seated on either side of her, had said this to her. Both men meant it too, she saw that in their eyes.
She sat in idle chat with them and her most trusted handmaiden, Sabe, hours after a meeting with her advisors had gone sour.
Her dress had long since been discarded, her hair hung in a thick braid down her back. And her face was once again devoid of the thick, heavy make-up that had begun to melt in the hot room.
Heat warmed her right side, the side He was on. She could feel his presence like the bright center of the universe. Her side was on fire; she was surprised no one had noticed the flush in her pale cheeks.
The other presence was warming as well. Not the soul-searing heat He caused in her, but a gentle warmth. One that could heat her even in the coldnes of space.
She looked at the two faces, once again noticing the striking similarities between the two. both Jedi had sandy blond hair and light blue eyes. But for some reason, she couls never describe His eyes as being light blue, but rather sky blue. It was odd how she had begun to think about this man.
A year ago, she barely gave him a second thought. She felt she was still too young to have feelings for this man, for any man. But after long hours in talk, the trust that had been fostered between them years ago, had changed. The trust they had built began to alter it's form into love. She wasn't sure when it happened. If it was the talks by the pool, or during meetings, when they would share jokes with their eyes during particularly humorous speeches, or even if it was all the time she spent thinking about him when they were apart. However unsure she was of when it began, she knew without a doubt that this love she felt for Him would never sway. She would love him until the end of time and beyond. Even if they could never be together, she would always love him.
Long after Sabe and the other man had left the chamber, He remained in the Queen's recieving chamber.
They spent a long moment in uncomfortable silence before speaking awkwardly.
Moments into the conversation, He moved closer to her and caressed her crimson cheek. He whispered something softly in her ear, so softly she could barely hear it. But she knew what he had said, she could feel it.
And just before she pressed her lips to his, she responded to the phrase which had so gently escaped his own lips moments before.
"I love you too..."
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Well, well, well, this is Michelle. Hope you liked part four. I think I gave a hint this time. I might do a fifth part, I haven't decided yet. If I do a fifth part, it might give away her true love, but then again it might not. I can always be persuaded to tell you, even though if you read all of the story carefully, you could definately figure out which one it is. You want a big hint, you say? Well, let's just say that I've given the same hint in everyone of these things. That's all I'm saying for now. gnrgirl@hotmail.com