Chapter 6: The Chemicals Between Us.
Unified thoughts were the only things that existed in the dusk. Every movement was something poetic. The eye would weep and the mouth would gape at such simple beauty that the galaxy lacked. And for a split second everything in existence was at peace. Every hate was at rest and the joint of two souls commenced.
The warm air whistled through the bedroom window of Obi-Wan's home as he and Naita laid atop the bed inches from each other. The darkness intensified the mood and the only thing that could be heard was the rapid exhalation of each other's breath.
Naita's small, callused hands rested upon his belt, slowly undoing it with nervous tension flowing through her fingers. Obi-Wan smiled at her, pulling his tunic off placing it over the back of a nearby chair. A blush crossed her face as she stared at his well-defined torso. She approached him with caution wrapping her arms around his neck and staring up into his eyes totally captured by him. They swayed for a moment listening to the wind, before Obi-Wan bent down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
Her scent was intoxicating. Her kiss was mesmerizing. Obi-Wan's desire began to grown and overpower his composure. Her body pressing against his own was torture in itself. His hands trailed over the curve of her hips up over her breasts and on her shoulders. Naita shivered nervously as he explored her body, trying to hide her excitement.
"Ben…" She suddenly spoke with a worried tone.
"Hmm?"
"What if something happens and we're pulled apart? I don't know what I'll do without you." She sighed with a wide-eyed expression.
Obi-Wan interlaced their fingers giving her the most reassuring look possible.
"Even if we were pulled apart physically, we would always be together. There is a bond between us that cannot be severed by other people. Even in death, my darling we will always be together. " He kissed her forehead and she smiled up at him.
"I love you Ben." She whispered.
"Call me by my real name."
"What's that?"
"Obi-Wan"
Naita smiled letting the name roll off her tongue. He grinned as she said it bending over her speaking with great ardor.
"What do you suppose we do now dear?"
"I…I…" She stuttered, her face growing hot.
Obi-Wan leaned over her and engulfed her with a hot passionate kiss filling her with the lust of concupiscence. And as he pulled away, the flame danced on her lips as she attempted to pull him down for another. Obi-Wan laughed lowly with a sense of pride that he could make her want him so.
"Don't be mean to me Obi-Wan." She tittered, her knee brushing his crotch. Naita's face curved into a wicked smile as she watched his confident expression turn to a blush.
"Two can play that game Naita." He said, his hands gliding down over her naval. Her hands shot down and grabbed his and she giggled enjoying their little game. Finally she pulled him down into another kiss and her body convinced his of another game.
The heat rose in her stomach, and she shook with eagerness feeling the weight of his body. And then he lasciviously grabbed her hips looking for consent. Naita smiled up at him with a nod, and the two of them ceased to exist. Instead, they were now one being with a completed bond.
The next weeks that followed were the best in Obi-Wan's life. He felt so…whole. Every day they would spend doing whatever chores needed to be done, and laughing telling each other stories of their lives. Obi-Wan tried his best to not have so many prurient thoughts about Naita, yet still found himself seducing her in their bed almost each night, to which she didn't argue. She always left him thirsty with a carnal desire.
One evening as they were eating their meal, Obi-Wan could not help but notice the amount of food she was eating and how she wouldn't look up at him. He could feel that something was uneasy with her and gave her a concerned look.
"Is something wrong Naita?" Obi-Wan said.
"No. Im…fine." She answered shakily
"You haven't looked at me all night Naita, and you've been eating to avoid conversation. Please tell me what's wrong." He urged touching her hand. The light caught the tearstains on her cheeks and Obi-Wan got up immediately kneeling at her side.
He could read her feeling and expression flawlessly and smiled when he came to the conclusion of what was bothering her.
"You want to get married, don't you?" Obi-Wan said quietly, kissing her knuckles. She blinked down at him in surprise. It was almost like he had read her mind. But Naita slowly nodded holding her breath as to how he would respond.
"Well, I think that's a wonderful idea. Naita, will you marry me? "
Such a feeling cannot be described when a man asks a woman to marry him. It is as if no other two people exist, because they are each other's world. She feels wanted, and complete. She feels that this binding means something and that she is secure to him. Naita was consumed with joy and squealed tackling Obi-Wan to the floor.
"Oh yes of course I will! Of course I will!"