HEY! IT'S THE 5 YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF VOYAGE OF TEMPTATION!

5 years since Satine first admitted she loved Obi-Wan! 5 YEARS 'O LOVE EVERYONE!

This is set during Voyage of Temptation, between the parts where Anakin defeats Merrick and when they disembark. Enjoy, my loverlies!

"Your glass slipper, Milady?" Obi-Wan sported a small smirk as he ducked into Satine's room. He held out her headdress, offering it to the crumpled figure on the bed.

Satine sat up with great effort, turning towards Obi-Wan with a weak smile. "Thanks."

Obi-Wan's face fell with every step he took towards her, Satine's expression troubling him as he hoisted himself onto the bed. "You okay?"

Satine's gaze sank from him. "Not really."

Obi-Wan inched towards her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Go on."

"Merrick was willing to kill everyone on this ship just to kill me." Satine's shoulders heaved. "Do they really hate me that much?"

Obi-Wan pursed his lips, carefully planning his tread on this subject. "I think... that Death Watch, alike many radical groups, really doesn't hate you as much as your beliefs, and what you symbolize.."

"But what am I if not what I believe in?" Satine interrupted, her tear-stricken visage ascending to his level as she sat up.

Obi-Wan sighed heavily. "Alright. There's really no safe way to say this, but yes. Yes they do hate you that much. The best thing you can do, however, is remain strong, and not give up!" Obi-Wan clasped her shoulders warmly. "If you crumble, they win."

"But I can't even defend myself without becoming a hypocrite." Satine's hand swept across her forehead wearily.

Obi-Wan's smile returned. "That's where I come in. I'll try to minimize the damage here. And I definitely will not let them hurt you."

Satine breathed slowly, restoring some of her composure as she looked back into his eyes. "Thanks, Obi."

"All in a day's work, my dear. That reminds me," Obi-Wan picked the headdress back up. "We're landing soon."

Satine's face dissolved into a muddle of bewilderment. "But I thought Merrick killed the bridge crew."

Obi-Wan grinned at her. "When I told you Anakin was a great pilot, it was a full truth with no hyperbole involved. Now how exactly does this thing work?" He held up the headdress.

Satine blushed, her hands curling around his wrists. "So you put it on the top of my head- a bit to the left- alright. Good start. Then you take the ends, and you overlap them, there should be a place to fasten them at the top of my dress-There. Good. You're a natural hairdresser, Kenobi." Satine laughed.

Obi-Wan helped her off the bed in a gentlemanly fashion, stepping back to admire his handiwork with an exaggerated stroke of his beard. "Indeed I am, if I do say so myself."

He turned on his heel, starting toward the door when Satine shattered the silence. "Wait!"

Satine nervously kneaded her hands. "What I said back there... It wasn't just a distraction. It was the truth, Obi-Wan. That's how I feel about you."

Obi-Wan's grin swelled. "How incredible. I told the truth too." He offered her his arm. "Shall we?"

What is up with me and clothing? Ok, this'll be the last one that is based off of clothing in some way.

I think.

Anyways, I'm going to be busy this weekend, so don't expect any updates until probably Monday. Sorry!

Thanks for reading!
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