With Ahsoka away on a training mission with Barriss Offee, the small apartment was empty save for Obi-Wan. After walking around the gardens, it became clear to both of them that although Asajj had been offered the mercy of life, she would never truly be part of the Jedi Temple. The best she could perhaps hope for was a position in the Agricorps, and even then, that would only be after years of effort. She would never be knighted. She would never take a padawan - or be formally assigned a master. She would merely be stuck in limbo, kept close just in case. It was a purgatory she felt she deserved, but purgatory nonetheless.
"In a few years, when the war dies down, I'd be happy to bring the matter up with the council. If Master Quinlan Vos can work so closely as a double-agent - well, plenty of other Jedi have fallen to the dark side and found their way back..."
"Plenty of other Jedi didn't slaughter thousands." Asajj sighed, slowly walking around the small apartment's common room. "Besides, I'm not even sure they would accept my training under Master Narec."
"I helped talk them into letting me train Anakin, despite both my youth and his age."
"I think I missed my chance to use kath-puppy-eyes on the council. ...and I doubt that would work on Mace Windu, anyway." Asajj laughed softly, giving a crooked smile. It was an expression that Obi-Wan still cherished every time it crossed her face.
The wide bay window opened up into a beautiful view of the city skyline, and Obi-Wan slowly moved to stand beside her, looking out. "I'm not so sure it would be a bad life, if I could stay here. Surely they wouldn't object to one Jedi talking with another. Knighthood is... only a ritual at heart." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "I'm sure the... interim government on Rattatak will be fine without me. They have been for years, after all. If I could stay here with you..."
"I could find an empty apartment somewhere in the Temple. Perhaps with a roommate to start out with, but -" Obi-Wan turned his head, and was promptly cut off.
The first kiss Asajj pressed to his lips was somewhat shy. But she pulled away, pausing for a long moment, both of them feeling the heat of each others' breath on their faces. The second kiss was much deeper, Obi-Wan opening his mouth willingly to let her tongue explore. The third kiss made a needy, keening whine escape from Asajj's nose. By the time they finally pulled away again, Obi-Wan gasped, panting as if his head had been held underwater, stumbling back to lean against the bay window seat. Asajj wasted no time pursuing him, kissing his cheek; as she worked her way down, he leaned his head back, exposing his neck to her in a powerfully primal gesture of trust.
"We shouldn't be doing this," Obi-Wan sighed in a tone that suggested he felt obligated to say as such but wasn't going to want to stop anytime soon. His roaming hands just confirmed this.
"You know I'm bad at following rules," Asajj murmured before letting her teeth graze against the tender skin of his neck again.
A long sigh rolled out of him along with the last of his misgivings, and he reached out to pull her closer with a distinct rough tenderness. They had fallen into another long kiss when the door to the apartment slid open.
"Master Kenobi, we're back from Felucia early, and -" Ahsoka's voice started out cheerful before she stopped with a choke, eyes going wide. Asajj hastily pulled away from Obi-Wan, stepping back but unwilling to let go of Obi-Wan, her hand still at his waist. Ahsoka stared, eyelids fluttering, her breaths growing deeper in anger before a scream exploded from her. "WHAT THE KRIFFING HELL IS SHE DOING HERE?"
"Ahsoka, I - I can explain -"
"Is THIS what you've been doing? Sneaking out and - and being with her in the middle of the night? I'm supposed to be your padawan, and you're - you're choosing this sith WHORE instead!" Her voice rose in strangled anger. "I trusted you, Obi-Wan! I trusted you!"
"Ahsoka, wait -"
Fortunately, she turned and walked back out the door, slamming it as best she could. The silence she left behind was deafening.
Asajj was the first to break it. "Well. That went better than I expected," she whispered.
"Better?"
"She didn't actually try to kill me."
"...Ah."
Her hand was still on his waist, though their expressions had both sobered somewhat. "She's right, you know," she said softly.
"I know." After a long moment he turned to pull her into a tight embrace which she returned. When he next spoke, his voice was very soft, tender in a wounded sort of way. "Just... just tonight, together. Then we'll go our separate ways, and do what we must."
"You know that even after tonight, I won't stop loving you."
"I know." He squeezed her a little more tightly before confessing: "And I'll still love you."
But at least they had one night.