Chapter 4: Trials of Separation

A week passed and Naita was feeling much better. Most of her bruises had vanished and her cuts had faded. The night of the seventh day Obi-Wan took her back to the nightclub where they could say their goodbyes and Naita could go back to Ginfor's.

Obi-Wan sat his speeder down around the back of the building and watched Naita get off and circle around him.

"Are you coming inside?"

He shook his head but smiled up at her. "I think I should be getting back soon."

"Oh Ben, please. The suns haven't even set yet. Just one drink, I promise." She insisted grabbing his hand with a playful pull.

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and gave in, letting her lead him in by the hand. The club was packed, even busier than usual. Naita examined the situation and turned back to Obi-Wan with a reluctant expression. It seemed to her that trying to speak, and have a good time over this crowd would be nothing but a hassle.

"What is it?" Obi-Wan tilted his head slightly to the side

"Lets go somewhere else. There are too many people here." Naita insisted leading him away from the front door. Obi-Wan was getting quite annoyed with being pulled around like a small child, but didn't complain as they went to the other side of the building. She took him down an ally in the back door of the club.

There was a small storeroom with boxes and crates scattered about everywhere, and in the far corner was a small cot.

"Is this where you've stayed before?" Obi-Wan pressed his free hand against a near crate and Naita nodded slowly.
"I like it back here. Its quiet." She justified to him, taking a seat on the cot leaning against the wall. Her eyes closed and she released a deep sigh with the simple pleasure of the cool stone against her back. The past week had been the best one of her entire life. There was no comparison. She had been so happy ever since she had summoned the courage to talk to him that first night. He was kindhearted, pure, and everything she could ever want.

Naita opened her eyes and looked up at him reading one of the crates. He had an attractive profile. She particularly admired his facial features above all. He had a strong chin, and beautiful cerulean eyes she would stare into absent-mindedly. She sighed again leaning her head back against the wall as a reality check hit her hard.

I'm a slave. She thought. Ben could never have a relationship with me even if we wanted to. It would be impossible.

Obi-Wan leaned against one of the crates trying to gather his thoughts. He had sensed in Naita, that she had feelings of love for him. He rubbed his temple and turned away from where she was sitting. There were two sides to his feelings on this issue. The first side was flattered and wanted to free her from Ginfor whereas the other side felt ashamed he had even come to Mos Eisley and met her.

There is no emotion; there is peace. He felt himself start to repeat within his mind. And then he stopped and opened his eyes wide at a realization. He didn't want her to go. She had been the only reason that he had continued to come to the bar and the very thought of her plagued him. He had succumbed to love, and there was no way to change it. NO. It went against the code. It was wrong. He couldn't fall in love with this woman. Every shred of principal he ever had diminished!

"It's getting late." Obi-Wan sighed with impatience, looking at the door nervously. He needed to leave before he made the biggest mistake of his life. It was so tempting. Just to touch her, and run his hands through her hair. Her existence choked him with lust.

"But, we just got here" Naita objected rising from her seat. Obi-Wan pushed past her for the door.

"No Naita. I really have to go now. " He stated firmly, his hand resting on the latch. Naita felt her voice tighten and her eyes swell with tears as his cold mono-toned voice pierced through her.

"Ben wait!" She grabbed the middle-aged man and spun him round against the wall. It all happened so quickly all Obi-Wan could think of was how strong she was for a woman. Her dark eyes bore up into his, tears staining her cheeks as she summoned the will to speak.

"I've never met anyone like you before Ben. You've been so kind to me, these past months even though Im clearly not on your level of human. And…Even though this maybe out of line totally but I cant help it. I can't control my feelings anymore!" The woman stood on her toes and locked her lips into Obi-Wan's. He thought that she was going to slap him hard across the face for being so cold, for which he couldn't blame her, but this was definitely surprising.

The heat from their bodies rose up and consumed him, and all he could do was wrap his arms around her. He cradled her small skull in his hands feeling her satin hair entangle in between his fingers. She was so perfect. She was the epitome of anything good in being. They broke a moment to breathe.

"Oh Ben…" She whispered, still recovering from the intensity, and the shock that he hadn't told her no. That he hadn't turned away from her.

"I have to go now Naita." He whispered back. "And you have to too, before they start looking for you. We both know, that there will be a far more severe punishment if they think you've attempted to run away." Naita nodded, holding back more tears. She broke away from his grasp, and with no more words being said, walked into the bar and out the main entrance.