[Rimbaud: "First Delerium", from "A Season In Hell"]
I felt inordinate pride as I sensed your oneness with the Force. At that second you were utterly in the moment; almost visually blind, guided by instinct, always ready to block that terrible double-red attack. Thank the Force that you were fond of acrobatic fighting, for this... thing... was carving its body through the air as if this were merely a game. And you matched it, move for move, somersaulting over and back, leaping from its more frenetic slashes.
Single-red. You had cleaved its 'sabre, gathering a swift breath and redoubling your assault; fighting in the manner to which you were more accustomed.
A brief disturbance in the Force shook me as it thrust out a hand, and suddenly you were falling. Instinct made you reach out, grabbing onto the slipperiest and smallest of handholds as above you it sent your lightsabre handle skittering down into oblivion. The red demon then struck the edge of the melting pit with its sole-bladed 'sabre, showering you with tiny, white-hot sparks. Yellow eyes glared fiercely down at you, simply waiting until your fingers would grow numb and lose their grip.
But then you sensed me within you; your fury tamped down in a moment of centering and the thought of me turned your mind away from fear and fury. I felt you gathering the Force to you, heard a faint rattle, and then you surged up from the pit. My own fallen 'sabre flew to your hand, igniting instantly as it swept in a beautiful arc of green fire, cleaving the beast in two.
The bond weakened then. I could feel your tears rousing me back to my pain-racked body. Feebly, I dispersed the worst of it into the Force, but the warmth of salt water on my lips gave me an even greater pain.
The bond of One wrapped itself around us as the Force prepared to tear us apart. It shielded us both in a cocoon of love in those final living moments. I could feel my consciousness streaming into you as the bond joined us irrevocably in one mind: the only remaining, living mind. Yours.
I heard my own final breath, saw my own dying moments through your tear-filled eyes.
Master, don't leave me
I tried to reach out to you, but the bond was blazing with energy; still pouring me into you. Your despair shattered me even as it broke you. Your faith in the bond was destroyed as you watched my body die and sensed nothing of me in your mind.
And then your breath hissed in as a rush of light entered your consciousness. Your body froze, still clutching mine as the bond merged. A tiny, strangled whimper of anguish left your lips and I realised that you thought the bond was being rent asunder.
I know now that I drifted for days...
Darkness. I had no conception of time or place. I could see nothing; hear, taste and smell nothing. I reached out, tentatively along the bond.
It wasn't there.
Panicked, I tried once more; scrabbling for the touch of your mind.
Nothing.
And then, far-distant; almost beyond hearing... faint sobs. Sobs torn from an anguished heart. A sudden roaring sound filled my entire existence - whatever my existence was - and the darkness cleared.
I was in a dimly-lit room that I recognised instantly. My own room, back at the Temple. I was in bed, it was night-time and the only illumination came from the reflected lights of Coruscant's eternal traffic.
Why was my face wet? Why did my head feel so light and cool? And oh... why did my heart ache so much?
The whimpering sound filled the room; low sobs of agony that I realised were being ripped from my own lips. I gulped them down and willed myself to stand. Walking slowly, unsteadily into the 'fresher, my body felt peculiar: light and slightly woozy. Had I not died, then? Had I been found in time and healed?
No. I had no memories of healing; a quick mental search told me. Just those of pain, light and confusion.
I splashed water on my face; and at that precise moment I froze. Slowly, I touched my face; my cheeks and chin...
I hardly dared raise my eyes to the mirror as the intense realisation hit me. I knew what I would see a split second before I saw it, but it still rocked me to the core.
The face I saw reflected was not my own. It was yours. Your beautiful, tender young face, staring back at me with eyes that flickered from green to blue. I felt my lips move but I had no idea what they were about to say.
"Master?"
A tentative whisper, almost fearful. I tried the bond once more.
Padawan
"Oh... Gods!" Relief flooded me; so tangible that I could taste it as it permeated the air and my... your... lips formed the words: "Master, I thought you had left me!"
I am here, Obi-Wan; as I always was
"Damn it all..." You frowned. "This feels... it feels crazy! Where is the bond? I can't find it. I've been trying all week, but___"
It has changed. We have no need for it as it was. Gone I may be, but I am still within you, deeper than ever. I see through your beautiful eyes... beloved boy, I am within you as I could never have dreamed. I am you; every essence of you
And it was wonderful.
Huge eyes gazed back at me in the mirror, welling up with tears as you grappled to sort out the mental aspect of this; separating my mind-voice from your own.
But, Master you finally managed I cannot touch you
Touch yourself and I feel you
A brief, crazy grin lit your face. It looked more than a little hysterical.
Master, I want to touch you. Your body. Your strength. Your body is gone; I watched it burn
I could feel the bond rippling around me, nudging me like an excited puppy wanting to play; like a small child with a secret it is desperate to tell. I opened myself to it, and suddenly I knew.
Back to bed, Obi-Wan
Master?
As you love me, so trust me. Back to bed
These powerful young legs that were now mine - oh, the bliss of healthy knees! - carried us both back to my bed. My bed, I realised with a breathtaking rush of love. Old sheets, old pillow; still holding my faint scent. You could not bear to lose me totally...
You settled down and waited with closed eyes and complete faith in me. I touched the bond and it flared up, gathering the Force, binding it and making it tangible.
Think of me, my love. Think of your master; of how he looked
Images of myself flitted across my mind, accompanied by emotions that made me alternately gasp and whimper. The tendrils of Force grew and wound, becoming solid, taking form.
Master, what is happening?
Hush. Trust me
You acquiesced without a murmur. With your eyes closed I could not see what was taking shape, but I could sense it building beside your now trembling body. Suddenly, the surge died down and the bond nudged me once more.
Now, reach out
This hand moved, shaking; stretching across the bed to touch warm flesh. The eyes I waited patiently behind flew open and the cry that left these lips was both yours and mine.
"Master..." One broken word left this mouth as you rolled over against... against me.
A Force Form; easy to control by thought and utterly real to you. I reached out to it mentally, slipping my mind into it and suddenly I was there. Still in your head, but also in this strange, shifting Force-whirlwind that had given me a body once more, however temporary.
My new arms enfolded you, nerve ends tingling as I touched your quivering warmth. My fingertips skittered over your face and suddenly I could hold back no more. I kissed you with an urgency I had never experienced before; rejoicing in the feel of your lips trembling and then opening beneath my onslaught.
Your mouth... your beautiful, sweet mouth... tasting it again was the most wonderful thing. Feeling your hands on me again as we locked together was just... indescribable. You were shaking violently, your face wet with tears of grief and joy, your hands pulling me into the closest of contact; unable to relinquish what you thought you had lost forever.
Master... Master... Master...
I needed no more than a few tendrils of the Force; touching you intimately, feeling your body opening like a flower to me as your thighs slid around my hips. Enfolded in heat and urgency I thrust gently into your mind even as I took your body.
Your pleasure blasted me as I watched through the eyes I had been gifted for this night. Every sensation that I should have felt from this act still shuddered through me, even though this body was nothing but Force. Every shiver of your body, every flicker of muscle, every flip of your stomach, every yelp, every ounce of urgency... I felt them all as you moved sweetly against me; your hips matching my every move with all the strength that you possessed.
It was pure, primal Force, and it was incredible.
Holding onto the thread of sanity that I still clutched amid this unreal passion, I watched ecstasy wash your face like a wave. You arched up off the bed and I enfolded you in my arms, cradling you to me; my eyes drinking in your pleasure. Your mental howl of release shot me through and this Force-formed body came deep into you, melting against you like hot steel.
Sinking back slowly, I felt the bond nudging me once more.
Give me the remainder of this night I begged it Let me keep this body, let him rest in my arms, just this one night...
Your eyes opened; pale and luminous in the dim light.
"Every night," you whispered, even as the realisation found me as well. Thanks to the bond, we would have this gift always.
Together, as one.