Thank you all for reading this for this long. I appreciate it. Keep the reviews coming, as I've said before, they feed me. Feel free to leave any ideas for the story as well, I'm always up for some good ideas. And now,without further adieu, Chapter 4!
Chatper 4-Shall we dance?
"What kind of a movie did you choose?" Azah asked in a whisper, her nose slightly wrinkled in disgust.
"Oh no, you are not dumping the blame entirely on me this time. I don't recall you disagreeing with the film choice fifteen minutes ago."
She sighed, he was right but Azah wasn't about to let him win the argument.
"All right, but it was your idea to see a film in the first place." She pointed out.
Obi-Wan laughed lightly, shaking his head. She always had to come out on top, that was part of what he liked about her.
After a few moments of silence Obi-Wan looked to Azah. She felt his gaze and matched his blue eyes with her own.
"You...are so beautiful." He stated breathlessly. Obi-Wan had spoken his heart but his mind screamed out at him to stop.
Azah blushed, unseen in the dark theater, and quickly turned away. Obi-Wan immediately wondered it he'd offended her.
When she turned back she was more composed but her eyes sparkled in a way that told Obi-Wan she had accepted the compliment.
"Thank you." That was all she could think to say. She'd been called a great many things in her teenage life, but never beautiful. Well, at least not how Obi-Wan had said it.
He smiled softly, leaning in a little closer. Obi-Wan told himself it was because it made it easier to hear her but in all reality, he only wanted to be as close to her as possible.
As he moved closer, Azah could smell his cologne. It smelled vaguely familiar, then she remembered.
"You're wearing the cologne I gave you for your birthday!"
Her comment shocked Obi-Wan, why wouldn't he wear it?
"Of course. That is generally what you do with cologne." He teased.
Azah gave him a rebuking look then turned her gaze to the theaters other inhabitants. The theater seemed to be crawling with couples. All were either engaged in some sort of kissing or simply holding each other.
Obi-Wan had settled back into his seat, not noticing the rest of the audience. Azah took this time to gently rest her head on his shoulder. He smiled lightly, moving closer.
They endured the movie a while longer but finally Obi-Wan couldn't take it any more. He buried his face in Azah's blonde hair, letting out a groan. Then he noticed how intoxicating her hair smelt.
"I can't take any more of this." He whispered.
"Azah raised her head, nodding in accord.
"Lets go."
The two padawans made a quick exit, being greeted at the door by the lobby's bright lights. They squinted a little, moving out onto the street again.
"Where to now?" Azah inquired.
"I was thinking..." Obi-Wan began, pausing.
"Never a good sign." She teased.
"Do you like dancing?" He continued, ignoring her joke.
"Yes, but the real question is...can you dance?"
"You will just have to wait and see." Obi-Wan smiled. "Shall we dance?" He offered her his arm.
They moved through Coruscant, seeking a good place to go dancing. Azah smiled, she realized that she felt different. She was happy, genuinely happy for the first time in a long time.
'Thank you.' She thought, looking at Obi-Wan. Azah was falling in love, but the worst part wasn't what she thought of the council. The worst part was that she didn't mind.
