Chapter 13

The next few days they spent enjoying themselves. They tried some new restaurants, and went to a holomovie. They did some shopping and ordered supplies to be delivered to Anchorhead for the new addition Obi-Wan had decided to build, and they took full advantage of their time alone together in the beautiful hotel.

Before they knew it, their final night in Mos Eisley had arrived. Obi-Wan decided he wanted to try and recreate their first date, and after asking Dudley a few questions, he found out that the Modal Nodes were still playing at a Cantina nearby. So, while Luna was taking a nap that afternoon, he snuck out to get tickets.

When they arrived, there was already a long line waiting to get into the Cantina. They joined the queue and stood patiently.

"This isn't the same club we went to last time, is it?" Luna asked, looking at the shady looking characters walking down the other side of the street.

"No, I passed that one this afternoon on the way back to the hotel." Apparently it is now specializing in entertainment of a more uh…adult nature."

Just then, a very beautiful female Zeltron with dark pink skin and blue hair rounded the corner. She was dressed in a skin-tight leather skirt, high healed sandals, and a halter top with several cut-outs that left very little to the imagination. She walked down the line for the club carefully sizing up everyone she passed. Occasionally she would stop and talk to someone, but always continued walking. When she finally reached Obi-Wan she stopped and raked her eyes over his body in a way that made him feel positively naked. He shifted on his feet uncomfortably, checking to see that his tunic was securely buttoned and hoped she would keep moving. She didn't.

"Hi there. You're just the man I've been looking for." She purred and wiggled her eyebrows at him as she continued to appraise him like a piece of raw meat.

"Is there something I can do for you?" he asked with annoyance, hoping against hope that she would take the hint and leave him alone.

"Oh, no baby…it's what I can do for you." She stepped closer. "I'm Starla. Why don't we forget about this band and go back to my place. You'll have a much better time with me, I promise."

He sighed. Not this again. During his time as a Jedi, he had been sent to many locations where crime was rampant and vice was common. For some reason, whenever he found himself in these places, he always was accosted by prostitutes. They seemed to flock to him. He didn't understand it, but Anakin had found it hilarious and teased him mercilessly. While he had absolutely no desire to take them up on their offers, he did feel sorry for the women who were forced to make a living that way, so he tried to be kind in his dealings with them. He glanced at Luna and could instantly tell by the stormy expression on her face that she was upset. Jealousy snapped across their bond with an intensity that physically stung.

"Thanks, but no. We just got married and are on our honeymoon so…"

The Zeltron looked at Luna as if noticing her for the first time and nodded with approval. "Well, bring her along! I'm having a one day only honeymoon special. Two for the price of one if you catch my drift." She winked and blew a kiss at Luna.

Oh, dear. That wasn't at all what he had expected her to say. He opened his mouth to refuse again when suddenly Luna stepped in front of him.

"You will go away and never bother my husband again." she said with a slight wave of her hand.

"I will go away and never bother your husband again." said Starla who then turned and walked away without a backward glance.

Obi-Wan turned to Luna with surprise. They had practiced mind tricks a few times, but she had never tried one on a real person before. "Well done! Most people are not successful their first time."

She glared after Starla and slid her arm possessively around his waist. "Thanks. I was highly motivated." He laughed and pulled her closer.

….

Much as they tried, it was impossible to recapture the magic of their first date together. The air in the small cantina was heavy with smoke and the crowd was larger and much rowdier than they expected. After a few songs a fight broke out near the bar and since storm troopers were being called in to break it up, they quickly slipped out a side door and went back to the hotel.

Now he was laying in bed waiting for Luna to join him. She came out of the refresher in a bathrobe and quickly slipped between the sheets, while he switched off the bright overhead lights. Only one small lamp on the table next to the bed remained on.

Obi-Wan pulled Luna into an embrace and soon his hands began to wander. Before long, he realized she was wearing one of his tunics. It was a bit of a surprise since she'd taken the beautiful silk negligee into the refresher with her a few minutes ago. He had been looking forward to seeing her in it again.

"Mmm…not that I'm complaining, but what happened to the green nightgown? I thought you were going to wear that tonight." he said as he peppered the side of her neck with soft, gentle kisses.

Luna froze and pulled away slightly. It startled him, and he stopped.

"Luna, what's wrong?"

She wouldn't meet his eyes and bit her lip. Her forehead creased with a frown. "It doesn't fit anymore. I can't get it on."

"Oh. Well, that's alright." he dismissed it immediately, but could sense that she was still upset about something. He couldn't understand why. "Isn't it?"

"No!" she exclaimed. Tears began to spill down her cheeks.

"Darling, it's only a nightgown. I don't understand why you're so upset."

"Because, what if I can't ever get it on again? What if I gain a ton of weight with this baby and can't loose it? What if…you don't think I'm attractive anymore?" she said in a small voice.

Obi-Wan was dumbfounded. Not find her attractive? It was positively ludicrous, but he could tell she wasn't joking. It actually was worrying her.

"Luna, in my eyes you are the most beautiful woman in the galaxy. No one else even begins to compare to you! The fact that you are carrying my child only makes you more desirable."

She looked at him skeptically, but allowed him to pull her back into his arms. "You say that now, but we still have several months to go. I might end up looking like Jabba the Hutt."

He shook his head and laughed. "I seriously doubt that." he kissed her forehead, held her close. "But even if you do, I would still think you were beautiful. I will love you until the day I die. Maybe even longer if Qui-Gon's teachings are effective!"

"I'm sorry." she sniffed, wiping her eyes. "I know I'm being overly emotional. It's just…that woman at the club…"

"That woman at the club was only interested in my credits. Besides, you took care of her quite handily I thought. I've never seen you act so possessive before. It was…" he began nibbling on the shell of her ear and whispered hotly, "..quite arousing."

"I'm glad you think so, because now that we're married, the only person who gets to proposition you is me!"

"So, what are you waiting for?" he growled suggestively. "I've been waiting for a good proposition all night."

….

The next morning they checked out of the hotel. It had been an eventful and exciting trip, but both were glad to be headed home. Obi-Wan packed their bags into the speeder, and then ran back into the lobby to drop off their room keys.

When he returned to the parking lot a few moments later he noticed a young man walking away from Luna's side of the speeder.

He hurried back and jumped behind the controls. "Who was that?" he asked as he started the engine.

"Nobody important. Unless you would like to buy some death sticks. Or giggledust. Or glitterstim."

"Good heavens!" Obi-Wan exclaimed with disgust. "He was trying to sell you spice? Here? In broad daylight?" Luna nodded.

He shook his head and turned the speeder onto the main road. "I certainly am glad to be going home. This place is nothing but a wretched hive of scum and villainy!"