Could it be!? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, its Jedi kay-Kenobi posting a new chapter for her story! Hi everyone! *Smiles and waves innocently* I return with a new chapter for all of you Clone Wars lovers out there. Now, I will tell you now that after the 19th of this month I will have the summer holidays to post more updates for all of my stories including this one... except for the week I got to Tunisia which is the 16th-23rd August. :P Anyway, for you Obitine lovers too this has a helpful dose of it. Enjoy! :D
First sight.
The first thing she felt when she emerged from the fogginess her mind had crafted around her senses was the raw dryness of her throat and itch irritating her still tired eyes. Raising two balled fists to her face she tenderly drove them towards the irritated area and massaged them as she shook her head to erase the alluring embrace sleep had to offer.
Yet a primal awareness of her surroundings invaded when she removed her fists from her cerulean eyes to sight the near uncontrollable traffic that barrelled through the Coruscanti skyline, some like laser blasters and others taking a more sluggish pace. The sky they cut through was a bright sanguine, notifying the young woman in the building that she had awoken in the early hours of the morning.
Drawing her eyes over her surroundings she found that she was in a colourful apartment decorated with an array of expensive furniture such as the purple sofa she lay on now. The walls were a similar colour to the sofa she was on but were a lighter shade that she identified to be lilac. To her right was the door, her way out if necessary, and to the left was the hall leading to other rooms that she imagined were the kitchen, bathroom and bedroom. She stared across at the closed off balcony where she spied the traffic and recognised many other towers in the distance. Recognition smacked her across the cheek as her eyes bulged. She was in 500 Republica; Padme's apartment!
But how did she get here?
Her nostrils flared from the flaming sting that came from the sterile smell that lingered around her. Creasing her golden eyebrows in confusion she tried to rummage through her memories to determine this sudden alteration in state only to be met head on by a black and sturdy wall and grey swirls that clouded any previous memories in which she was conscious.
Placing her hands on the soft surface she lay on, dainty fingers clawing into the sofa's back rest and the other around the bottom edge on which she lay, she began to slowly hoist herself up, ignoring the painful tweaks that coursed up her arms and back. Yet she tensed, ignoring the pain that shot through her as a result of her strained and tired muscles when the hand that was clutching the bottom of the sofa briefly brushed against something hard and cold.
Her chest tightened at the lurching breath of surprise she let out from parted and dry lips. Alarm settled into her body, pushing a small dose of adrenaline through it as her mind swirled with all of the different situations she was in and the probability of what could happen if she should try to rectify it. Could she be prisoner, despite being in a safe and well known environment, or was it all some sick illusion that monster that had her in its clutches earlier could have placed over her? Maybe it had killed her and she was in some state or purgatory, waiting for whatever her fate would be in the last place she ever felt truly comfortable in.
She was ready to spring up and make an attempt of fleeing when the figure shifted against her and she suddenly spied a flash of auburn from out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head fully to her right she indeed saw a mess of auburn. Auburn hair. She trailed her eyes, which were now draining the brief burst of fear from her body and replacing it with a sense of hope, down to find a slumped over figure, whose back was pressed against the edge of the sofa, and over the person's red-clad shoulders and black sleeved arms. Immediately she recognised that the armour was Mandalorian.
Death Watch Mandalorian.
Her immediate instinct was that she was a prisoner and that she needed to run right now, but something kept her rooted to her spot on the sofa as she leaned down cautiously to further inspect the slump figure. Cerulean eyes began to draw slowly over the side of the figures face where a few short auburn strands hung over the figures forehead and closed eyes. Long eye lashes of the same colour were only a few millimetres from brushing against the figures upper cheeks and occasionally flickered. A light ginger beard ran along its jawline from the sideburns in its hair and over the chin and upper lip.
A deep and roaring fire of love scorched from her thrumming heart and coursed through her entire body that she actually winced as the tremendous feeling overpowered her. Obi-Wan! It was real. She was actually here, alive, and with him!
She let out a shaky laugh as her hand unconsciously rose to tenderly brush away the few strands of hair that hung over his face. Her affectionate smile grew into a wide grin as gratitude filled her whilst she examined the man's sleeping position.
The man looked positively haggard, as if he had taken on the whole Separatist army himself. She found her own thoughts amusing. The man, if given the opportunity, likely would take every last droid, cyborg, Sith and enemy of the Republic on if given the chance.
Yet an air of serenity clung onto him. It was only faint and shown through his sleeping figure, but this sense of calm that washed over him looked to be the briefest of forms he ever received now since the war's beginning.
The woman sighed again, shaking her head slightly as she drew her hand down the side of his face slowly and traced her fingertips across his jawline with the lightest touch of a feather. He either wasn't sleeping deeply or his senses were still on high alert after the previous night's events as she watched his eyelids draw slowly up like blinds to reveal to her a stunning pair of storm grey eyes.
The two sat there gazing at one another, oblivious to anything other than the other's intense gaze. Obi-Wan licked his suddenly dry lips and swallowed heavily, as if nervous, before silently mouthing her name.
"Obi…" she started softly only to be interrupted by his earnest gaze once again and the gentle pressure she felt against her left hand. Looking down from his now creased expression to where the soft pressure emanated from her hand she found his own had slipped under hers and that his fingers had gently curled around her own, some softly pressing into the palm of her hand and his thumb running gentle circles over the back of her pale hand.
All too sudden for her she found herself lurching towards him as he pulled her into a gentle yet secure hug as his arms wrapped themselves around her waist and pressed her to him. "Satine…"
Satine closed her eyes to the sound of his soft voice. It was so gentle and quiet, if not slightly forced, as if his tongue tasted it for the first time experimentally. Acting further she bowed her head, the side of it ghosting over and brushing his own neatly combed and slightly wavy hair, so that her face was gently pressing against his neck, regardless of the chilling cool his armour was penetrating her warm skin with.
She smiled tenderly at the thought that he was her first living sight since awakening.
Drawing back, yet keeping her arms around his shoulders so that they were still close – she noted that their noses were nearly touching – she asked him, "What are we doing here? Why aren't you with the Jedi in the temple?"
He blinked slowly and frowned once again. Satine read his frustration instantly, not from being a senator in the Republic, but because she knew him so well and on one of the highest levels. What had he gone through since his return to Coruscant?
His hands, still resting on her back, tightened ever so slightly as he replied to her question that the council had summoned him and, after a slight reprimand, had ultimately made him her protector until they had discovered Maul's location and dealt with him.
"Maul?" Satine asked startled, looking at him questioningly. "Isn't that the man you told me about after he…" She trailed off short, not wanting to remind Obi-Wan of any painful memories.
Unfortunately for her, her tactic hadn't worked as she had hoped, for a brief flash of pain surged across his eyes. His voice, although calm, was laced with a slight hint of urgency and contempt. "He is hardly a man, Satine."
"Of course not." Satine shook her head sadly, casting her eyes to the floor briefly. "I'm sorry."
She felt him move against her as she drew her vision back up to him to find his expression stern yet again. "Don't be," he said shortly. "He is just... a victim of the Sith."
She stared at him, her face contorted in pain, love and concern.
"As I stated before, I'm assigned to be your protector. The council, although they haven't stated it, clearly don't want me to go on the hunt for Maul, likely because they believe that I am too filled with anger at what he has done… what he nearly did.
"And we're here because it was the safest place that I could think of at the moment. I know of your distaste towards the Jedi." At this he looked away, emotionally shamed.
She drew his face back to the opposite side he had turned away from to come face to face with her. "Not towards you though," she whispered softly, her eyes blazing with truth and love.
Whether or not he had seen the second emotion dancing in her cerulean orbs, his open-mouthed response was interrupted as a worried yet highly jubilant voice rang throughout the living area the two had rested in, shattering whatever spell had surrounded them like glass and swiftly separating the two tangled people from each other.
"Satine!" Padme's cry brought Satine to attention. She briefly caught Obi-Wan's bewildered expression, no doubt a result of the powerful moment that just went on between them, directed towards her until he slowly turned his face upon the brunette senator who by now was marching towards her. "I'm so happy you're okay!"
Satine returned her friend's warm and hungry embrace as she expressed the mutual feeling.
"You both must be in a terrible state!" the brunette senator and former queen continued, scanning both Satine and Obi-Wan with her mahogany eyes. "I'll get my handmaidens to find some change of clothes for you and attend to any needs you have. Obi-Wan, I called Anakin and told him that you took Satine here. He's on his way with a change of your Jedi robes."
Padme was relieved that Anakin didn't sound hostile when she informed him that Obi-Wan was at hers. She deduced that this was because of the emotional state that he had witnessed the older man in upon his return to the temple with a passed out former duchess. Her loving husband also couldn't resist slightly teasing his best friend about his "girlfriend" to which she laughed and lightly chastised him for. He had ended the transmission after telling her that he would be over to hand Obi-Wan some change of clothes before heading back to the temple to train with Ahsoka, and finally offering her a final declaration of love.
She smiled and nodded at Obi-Wan's soft regard of thanks before bidding them a temporary farewell and finding her handmaidens.
Once the young senator had disappeared Obi-Wan's hand enclosed itself around Satine's arm as he gently spun her around to face him and locked her in place with a hand on each arm, just above her wrists. "How are you?" he spoke softly.
Satine resisted the urge to shrug and bite a witty remark. Obi-Wan didn't deserve that kind of treatment from her. His askance of her condition was just plain, simple, caring and compassionate Obi-Wan. Such was his nature.
"I – I can't remember anything after the ship when we were in hyperspace." She was clouded in disarray and confusion, her memories a jumbled mess. She didn't know how she truly felt, yet she couldn't ignore the butterflies in her stomach and how Obi-Wan's hands were holding her wrists now in such a light and tender way.
She couldn't resist the thought that if he drew them just a bit lower their fingers would become intertwined.
He nodded in understanding, yet his storm eyes glistened with concern. "That doesn't matter now. The Jedi council are now focusing on passing a vote for an occupation of Mandalore and I will remain here with you as your protector."
The resolution and sincerity his tone had taken and the steely determination glazed over his eyes warmed Satine's heart.
Despite the Jedi barriers he had put up around himself he couldn't hide all of his feelings from her this time.
His experience at nearly losing her to Maul had chipped his sturdy walls.
It had changed him.
Okay, so let me get my lightsaber and shield up just in case any of you throw rottom tomato's and all for being such a tease in the Obitine moment. *Raises them both* I'm trying to keep them in character, especially since I can get carried away with the mush! Anyway that was chapter 4! I hope you liked! :D