A/N: I'm afraid I am going to have to rate this chapter : T. Nothin vulgar or anything. Just, slightly suggestive stuff in the beginning. Should be fine though. dont worry. I shall most probably not ever do anything over k+ again.
Oh, and tickler2000, I have come close to your request in this chapter, but I guess you'll have to wait for another chapter for the real thing. Oh, and yeah, the name does kinda give it away. Lol.
And to anyone who is wandering, Keira is a human with a British accent. Why I told you that, I don't know. Oh well.
kim1983
Chapter3:
"You okay?" Keira asked after Annakin's tantrum. "Did he hurt you?"
"Not physically." Obi Wan sighed in reply. Keira felt helpless as she watched her friend allow himself to be engulfed in sorrow, trying to think of something to say or do to make him feel better. But suddenly it struck her, why Annakin hated her so much, what the arguement was about. And she realised what she had said earlier didn't help that fact. Annakin was jealous.
"Obi, that arguement...what happened in there...that was cos of me, wasn't it." it was more of a statement than a question. Obi Wan turned to face her with a sad smile.
"It's not your fault. He's just a little...insecure...at the moment. That's all." he replied. But even after that statement, Keira still felt at unease. She was nearly the source of his sadness, although not directly, the whole arguement was over her.
Obi Wan was still feeling horrible. Annakin had never been quite that disrespectful to him. And had never intentionally injured him, or physically abused him in that manner.
Keira, meanwhile, had finally come to a decision. It'd be breaking the jedi code, but she had to do it. Slowly, she reached her hand out and gently turned his face round to face her. For a moment, they just sat there, staring into each others eyes, then, they both leaned in for the kiss...
The next morning, Keira awoke, not being able to remember what had happened the previous night. She turned over to see a stirring Obi Wan.
'Oh, force. What did we do?' she said to herself.. Finally, Obi Wan fully awoke and also turned over. A horrified expression crossed his face as he saw Keira.
"Did we...?" Keira began weakly.
"I don't know..." Obi Wan answered in the same weak way.
"Check." Keira said.
"How?"
"Look down." she said, gesturing to his groinal area. Confused, Obi Wan looked down to see...he was still wearing boxers. He let out a huge sigh of relief and closed his eyes. Keira also looked down to see if she was still presentable. She also sighed in relief as she saw she was wearing a tank top and her knickers.
"I believe we are safe." Keira stated finally. Obi Wan nodded in agreement. For a while they lay there in awkward silence.
"So...who wants breakfast?" Keira asked finally and raced into the kitchen. But came straight out again after realising she had only her knickers on.
"Um...I'll be back." she explained quickly. Obi Wan nodded with an amused smile. A minute later, she went pass Obi Wan's door again, but with pajama bottoms on this time. She stopped outside his door and looked in with a raised eyebrow.
"Are you going to get up or what?" she questioned.
"No, I'm having fun watching you." he replied with a mischievious grin. Keira rolled her eyes and continued into the kitchen.
About half an hour later, she entered the living room with two plates of pancakes, a large jug of maple syrup and two glasses of orange juice. Yet again, she went into Obi Wan's room to see him lying there still.
"You really aren't planning on getting up, are you?"
"No, not really."
"Fine then. You leave me no choice." she said, and made her way over to Obi Wan with an evil grin. Obi Wan watched her approach slightly worried.
"Obi, remember when we were still young padawans?"
"Um...yes."
"I seem to remember you being a little..." she trailed off and began wiggling her fingers at him.
"I'm getting up! I'm getting up!" Obi Wan shrieked and ran out of the bedroom and into the living room.
"Good boy."
After a chatty and slightly messy breakfast, Keira and Obi Wan were interupted in mid-sentence by a buzz at the door. Obi Wan got up to answer it and Keira came followed him, but stood a meter behind him, watching the door carefully. After yesterdays scene, she didn't want to take any chances.
Yet again, Annakin was at the door, but this time he just stood there, looking sad and guilty. For a few moments, everybody stood there, Keira's hand edging ever closer to her lightsaber, which she had temporarily clipped onto the back of her shorts. And Annakin to his in it's rightful place. Sensing the the tension building between Keira and Annakin, Obi Wan stepped aside and invited Annakin in. Keira made her way to the sofa, followed by Obi Wan and then Annakin. She was about to sit down on the only two seater, but remembered yesterdays arguements and went over to the single armchair. Obi Wan and Annakin looked at her quizzically, but just shrugged it off. After a few awkward moments, Annakin decided to make the first move.
"Um...Masters, I've come to apologise about my behaviour yesterday. It was immature and foolish. I'm sorry." he said. Keira and Obi Wan exchanged glances, and for a moment, Annakin thought his apology would be rejected.
"It's...okay, Annakin. It...happens to the best of us." Keira replied uncertainly, even though it was the most appauling behaviour she'd ever seen. But she didn't really want to unleash the rage locked inside him on Obi Wan's living room. 'Not the greatest idea.' she said to herself.
"Yes. Things have been rather...difficult for everyone lately. You are forgiven." Obi Wan added. A wave of relief swept over Annakin after hearing his masters words. He then turned to see the other masters expression. Keira gave him a lukewarm smile and Annakin replied by rising one side of his mouth into a half smile. Keira watched this with slightly furrowed eyebrowsand a half amused and half exasperated smile. 'Well, it's an improvement.' she sighed to herself.
Suddenly, Annakin noticed Keira was still in her pajamas. As she saw his stare at her clothing, she realised that she wasn't in the most appropriate attire and blushed.
"Um...I'm going to go and make myself...you know." she said quickly and excused herself. She disappeared round her door frame, but came back as she realised she'd left the door open and pulled a face before closing the door.
"Strange friend you have their, Master." Annakin said with a smirk.
"Yes, she is rather odd, isn't she?" Obi Wan answered, glancing at the door she had just disappeared through.
"I heard that." came Keira's slightly muffled voice from her room. She re-entered the room, wearing black, three-quarter length trousers and a white tube top.
She gave Obi Wan a poke in the shoulder and Annakin a fake scowl before regaining her seat, getting two silly smirks in reply.
"So...how's Padme?" Keira questioned. A shocked look crossed Annakin's face. Obi Wan turned to her with a confused look.
"Um...um...I-i-i wouldn't know." he stuttered. Keira looked him with a sly and doubtful look.
"Right." she replied, the same look still plastered on her face. Annakin's face turned red as Keira continued her unmerciful stare, and he looked at Obi Wan, begging for help.
"So, Annakin. Have you...had any new missions from the council lately?" Obi Wan asked.
"Have you?"
"No..."
"Why would I then?"
"That doesn't neccessarily mean you wouldn't have one. Plus, I'm on leave."
"You can do that?"
"Well, yes. Unless there is something very important."
"Nothing yet, luckily." Keira added. "Or I'd be all alone. Sniff...sniff..."
"You could always hang out with Padme." Annakin suggested. "She could use the company."
"Sounds good. But just one question, how would you know?" Keira questioned again, the sly grin appearing yet again.
"Uh...Well we...I...She...Um...we're...pretty good friends." he stammered. Keira raised an eyebrow.
"Uh-huh. Well moving on. Does anyone want a drink?" Keira asked, deciding she would spare Annakin the pain this time.
"Coffee, please." Obi Wan said. Keira stared at him in shock.
"What?" he questioned.
"In Plutimaria, that means 'a prostitute'!" Keira replied.
"Oh..." Obi Wan trailed off. A smile began tugging at the corners of Keira's mouth, then she began laughing.
"Force, Obi Wan! I can't believe you fell for that!" Keira said. Annakin also began to snigger slightly.
"Oh, come on. You can't say you didn't fall for that aswell."
"Well...I guess I kinda fell for it..." Annakin admitted.
"Your face, Obi. Anyway, what do you want, Annakin?" Keira asked, a grin still plastered across her face.
"Um, same as Obi Wan please." Keira nodded and went into the kitchen. Obi Wan turned to Annakin, who was grinning at him and was about to open his mouth.
"Don't-say-anything."