I still taste you kissing my pain away
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fragmentsofthegalaxySiri hadn’t thought it would be this difficult. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t had to watch women flirt with Obi-Wan before; he was the most attractive man she knew, and it was no surprise that others could see it. But it hadn’t... BOTHERED her. Not in this way. Not this intensely.
Not until they were assigned to Mandalore to protect Duchess Kryze and to investigate who would want to see her dead. She’d known the woman had a history with Obi-Wan, had heard that she’d been attracted to him when he was a Padawan assigned with Master Qui-Gon to protect her from the insurgents threatening her planet... but what she hadn’t known was that that attraction hadn’t faded. And the woman made no kriffing effort to hide it.
The invitation for a tour through the gardens before lunch was, she had no doubt, an invitation intended for Obi-Wan only. But he’d turned, given her that smile that made his blue eyes light up and made some comment about how she could see how it compared to the Room of a Thousand Fountains. And she’d found herself trailing after the two of them, a captive audience to the Duchess’ attempt at seduction.
It wasn’t that she was jealous. Far from it. She didn’t doubt his feelings for her, or the strength of their relationship. They had been through so much, and their relationship wouldn’t falter. And it certainly wouldn’t falter due to the tactless attentions of one woman. But it hurt, to watch another woman so casually and openly touch the man that she loved. The man that she was married to. In a way that she couldn’t. Not if they wanted to remain Jedi and have a better chance to change the future.
So watching the duchess hang on Obi-Wan’s arm, pressing close to him, touching his shoulder... his cheek, broke her heart far more deeply than she could have ever anticipated. But she hid it in the Force, focusing on the mission. On her duty. There would be time enough for stolen moments together on their flight back to Coruscant.
Until then she would simply have to endure Duchess Kryze shamelessly throwing herself at her husband. Did the woman honestly think it would work? That he would leave the Order for her? That was an impossibility.
There was reason enough for her to go off on her own, at least. Gathering information. Listening to whispers. She could blend in well enough with the Mandalorians if she changed out of her unisuit and left her cloak and lightsaber behind. It would involve the proper style of clothing and hair, but that was an easy enough matter to take care of.
She frowned and drew to a halt, head tilted as she listened carefully to the Force. Its warning. Kriff. “Stay with the Duchess!” she shouted, pivoting sharply and drawing on the Force as she raced towards the danger.
Only she wasn’t quick enough.
The force of the explosion flung her across the garden.
Not until they were assigned to Mandalore to protect Duchess Kryze and to investigate who would want to see her dead. She’d known the woman had a history with Obi-Wan, had heard that she’d been attracted to him when he was a Padawan assigned with Master Qui-Gon to protect her from the insurgents threatening her planet... but what she hadn’t known was that that attraction hadn’t faded. And the woman made no kriffing effort to hide it.
The invitation for a tour through the gardens before lunch was, she had no doubt, an invitation intended for Obi-Wan only. But he’d turned, given her that smile that made his blue eyes light up and made some comment about how she could see how it compared to the Room of a Thousand Fountains. And she’d found herself trailing after the two of them, a captive audience to the Duchess’ attempt at seduction.
It wasn’t that she was jealous. Far from it. She didn’t doubt his feelings for her, or the strength of their relationship. They had been through so much, and their relationship wouldn’t falter. And it certainly wouldn’t falter due to the tactless attentions of one woman. But it hurt, to watch another woman so casually and openly touch the man that she loved. The man that she was married to. In a way that she couldn’t. Not if they wanted to remain Jedi and have a better chance to change the future.
So watching the duchess hang on Obi-Wan’s arm, pressing close to him, touching his shoulder... his cheek, broke her heart far more deeply than she could have ever anticipated. But she hid it in the Force, focusing on the mission. On her duty. There would be time enough for stolen moments together on their flight back to Coruscant.
Until then she would simply have to endure Duchess Kryze shamelessly throwing herself at her husband. Did the woman honestly think it would work? That he would leave the Order for her? That was an impossibility.
There was reason enough for her to go off on her own, at least. Gathering information. Listening to whispers. She could blend in well enough with the Mandalorians if she changed out of her unisuit and left her cloak and lightsaber behind. It would involve the proper style of clothing and hair, but that was an easy enough matter to take care of.
She frowned and drew to a halt, head tilted as she listened carefully to the Force. Its warning. Kriff. “Stay with the Duchess!” she shouted, pivoting sharply and drawing on the Force as she raced towards the danger.
Only she wasn’t quick enough.
The force of the explosion flung her across the garden.