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: Considering how my Star Wars fic is always G...
Author's Note: Here's part five. I know thins is getting a bit monotonous, me not telling you who it is and all, but after this one, there's two more things I want to do with this story. But both of those, I think, it'll be obvious who Her Love is. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys this one too!
"Ami, I love you."
She didn't want to believe it, that he loved her. Because she knew it would break his heart when he found out that it wasn't reciprocated in kind. She didn't want to tell him that she couldn't love him, not like that. If he left her, which was likely, it would break her heart too.
It pained her to no end thinking about what his reaction would be. He'd always been a volatile person, her perceived rejection might send him over the edge.
It wasn't that she didn't love him, she did, but not in the way she loved Him, her one true love. It wasn't his fault he didn't inspire the warm and fuzzy feelings in her stomach, he surely had tried hard enough to.
But at the end of the day, after everything was cut away and all that was left was raw...being, she knew she would only ever be truly happy in the arms of one man. The one that would never turn from her, the one that would stand by her no matter what. But just as she knew that He would never do these things, she knew he would cause her heartache and that he would leave her alone.
What made her so confused was that these feelings of despair didn't stop her from falling in love with Him. Consequences be dammed, she wanted to be with him until all the stars in the universe burnt out. Being alone, without hope; just for the slightest sound of his voice, she would endure these emotions for countless millennia.
She looked up from her seat on the large bed to see the outline of a man on her balcony. The first time He'd done that, she had started. But now, ever since that encounter a fortnight ago, she had come to welcome that sight, even expected it.
She jumped up and propelled herself into his open embrace. They kissed quietly, all the while moving into her room where the people of Naboo couldn't see them. They didn't like the idea of their queen and a Jedi.
But that didn't matter to either of them now. Nothing mattered outside the small room that the two lovers were currently occupying. To them, the other was their world, and beyond that was just routines.
He spoke to her then, brushing loose tendrils of hair from her pale visage. And, as always, Queen Amidala replied.
"I love you too..."
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Michele here. Sorry this one wasn't interesting. I think I might end this little thing soon. as I've said before, it's beginning to get a bit stale. But there are a few more things that need done, and then I'll give our dear friends back to Good Ol' Georgie.
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