I'm back! *Waves* So here's another update. We're coming to the end of this fic. Only a few more chapters left, possibly two or three, providing my mind doesn't decide to drag it out or create another sort of story line. This chapter is entirely Obitine loving; Not all the way to the M rating, because I'm still too chicken to go there yet despite my age, but it's definitely within the T area.

I wrote this chapter whilst listening to a song called 'Cut' by Plumb. Great song which is from my favourite TV show ever, 'The Vampire Diaries'. I'll leave you all a link if you want to hear it. My advice would be to listen to it whilst reading this chapter. Its easy to find on Yotube but I'll give you the link here:

watch?v=xjEGBoZNg34

It really gave me the inspiration to write this out.

Okay, hope you enjoy! :D

To the Brink: Recovery: Love of a Jedi and a Pacifist.

Safety and security wrapped itself like a blanket around him, providing him warmth as Satine's arms enveloped him, assuring him with comfort as they stood now in the hallway to her room.

After their conversation in the communications room Satine had offered him refuge with her yet again, due to his discomfort. He hated being, as he saw it coddled like an insecure child, but he knew, from Qui-Gon's words, that the key to his recovery was through her. He was still petrified of ever hurting her, but he couldn't forever treat her as if she were a china doll.

He was willing to overcome this fear.

He was ready.

He nuzzled his face lovingly into the side of Satine's neck, as he earnestly tightened his own strong arms around her thin waist in return, as if afraid that if he loosened his grip on her in the slightest she would dissolve and slip through his fingers like grains of sand.

He hated the position he was in emotionally. Twisted and disoriented. Staying true to the light after everything he had done left him distraught, and the only comfort he could gain from such things was from Anakin and Ahsoka in their quest to bring Vizsla to justice once and for all, and the woman in his arms right now.

Electricity tingled all over his skin as the tips of Satine's dainty fingers delicately traced his jaw, right hand snaking to lock her arm tenderly around the back of his neck and sending chills down his spine as he felt her fingers softly run through the short strands of his copper hair and pull his head down towards her own.

His eyes were mesmerised by the blissful expression that had already taken over her facial expression as he felt the tranquillity within her attempt to penetrate him. He allowed it to enter him as he watched her eyelids slide shut, long golden lashes flickering against her cheeks softly.

His breath hitched in his throat, and he nearly pulled back as her soft, full lips brushed against his slightly chapped, but the sense of calm she sent him clung on to him.

'Let her guide you, padawan... Choose your heart over your mind. If I must, Padawan I will kick you up the backside into that direction.'

At his old mentor's words the Jedi Master smiled against her lips as she pressed them to his for a second time and stepped closer to him, their bodies flush and the heat of her warmth merging with his own as he returned her kiss, one hand rising and lovingly running his calloused fingers through her ash blonde hair.

Pulling away, to his chagrin, she sauntered backwards into her room, smiling softly as she carefully dragged him with her.

Butterflies fluttered in his stomach and blossomed all the way up to his chest. He felt his skin warming rapidly as he realised that the emotion running through him and making him almost weak at the knees as his lips sought hers once more was love.

Pure complete love.

He hadn't even realised that they were moving backwards and falling as his senses were dominated by this feeling that he had never allowed himself to feel with such intensity before as they both hit something soft. His right hand shot out from its position at her waist to the bed beneath them as he broke their fall and to remove his weight from Satine's.

The young duchess was all too eager for his hand to resume its previous position as her fingers wrapped themselves around his and slowly drew his hand back to her waist.

He pulled back in shock at the emotions rolling off of Satine in waves, clashing with his own and much more cautious feelings. Azure eyes sparkled in surprise to find her own serene and inviting. She was, simply to put it, aroused from his tender touches.

He'd be lying to himself if he said that she wasn't making him feel the same way as he felt her fingers trail down his back, tracing every strong muscle beneath his tunic, as she reached around for his belt.

The tunic slipped off like silk under the unbuckled belt causing a shiver to shoot up his spine and make him tremble as the cool air around them breezed past him.

The heat of his skin began to feel like fire to him as she ran her right hand from the back of his neck along his back, tracing his spine, and back up again. Already filled with a euphoric sense, he lowered his head with a muffled sigh to lie on the soft bed beside her head, his nose pressing into her golden locks as he inhaled slowly at the way his body was responding to her loving touches.

The chaste kiss she placed against the side of his neck indicated to her that she was awaiting for him to follow her example.

Like a child unknowing of what to do, he tentatively reached out with his left hand and let his fingers glide down and over the side of her body and back upwards as he turned his head to place his own set of open-mouthed kisses against her neck.

He continued his gentle assault as Satine's hands interlocked around the back of his head, fingers tenderly raking through his thick, copper locks as she held him there. He felt her now erratic heartbeat against his lips as they pressed chastely against her pulse point, her sighs of pleasure alluring and enticing him to continue his loving actions.

Obi-Wan gasped with surprise as Satine suddenly, and with impressive strength, rolled them over so that she was straddling him. With passion now beginning to blind them both, she swiftly bent her head down to his and claimed his lips again in a more heated kiss.

Her felt her tongue slide along his bottom lip, inviting him to allow her entry. He could only comply to her desire as he allowed her to run her tongue over his teeth and touch his own. Her taste only made him hungry for more as their lips moved in a silent song that they could not speak in words so publically as he clasped his hands on her hips and pushed them back up into a sitting position.

Pulling back, he began to remove her blossom pink coat with fumbling fingers. She helped him remove the garment as she began to push him back down, pulling the covers over them up to their necks.

Excitement danced in her cerulean eyes which he was sure matched his own that was bubbling inside of his every fibre.

Extending a hand, just as her lips hungrily claimed his again, he used the Force to switch off the light, purging them in darkness that was only softly illuminated by streaks of pink light through one covered window, as he finally let the passion and desire he had felt for her for over a decade allow dominance.

There we go! Some Obitine loving that hopefully left some feelings. The summer holidays are here now, so that means I can finally get this fic completed as well as move on to other projects. Hope you enjoyed! :)