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fragmentsofthegalaxy2015-05-16 07:37 am
neverlosemyfocus) wrote in fragmentsofthegalaxy2015-05-16 07:37 am
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I was desperate to hold you again
Back pressed against the wall of an unused and untraveled alcove in the Temple, Obi-Wan’s body warm against her, with her hands tangled in his hair and his lips on hers, Siri was, for the first time since returning from her last mission, at ease. It was kriffing dangerous, a risk they knew they shouldn’t take, but the longer the war went on, the longer they fought, watching – SENSING – combatants and innocents alike hurt and dying, the more difficult it was to keep their distance. To suffer the physical and mental toll alone.
After experiencing so much death and sorrow... they NEEDED the few painfully brief moments’ of solace in each other’s arms that they could steal. She let herself get lost in the warmth of him, the taste of him, his presence surrounding her in the Force.
He was still alive, and so was she.
But the weight of the war, of what they knew of the future, was wearing on them both, and she missed him. Missed this. Missed his embrace, his company. Her quarters were too empty without him.
She deepened the kiss, pulling him closer.
After experiencing so much death and sorrow... they NEEDED the few painfully brief moments’ of solace in each other’s arms that they could steal. She let herself get lost in the warmth of him, the taste of him, his presence surrounding her in the Force.
He was still alive, and so was she.
But the weight of the war, of what they knew of the future, was wearing on them both, and she missed him. Missed this. Missed his embrace, his company. Her quarters were too empty without him.
She deepened the kiss, pulling him closer.