The sweet date of Obi-Wan and Satine during which Obi-Wan suddenly realizes that Satine is a Sith. Of course, his first thought was to take her and went with her on Coruscant to achieve the Jedi court or something like that. However Satine is successful in persuading Obi-Wan that she have nothing against him. It would be simply delightful if it will be nsfw but I have nothing against just very passionate kisses.
It was romantic, decided Obi-Wan. He had been reluctant to sneak out of the palace with the blond duchess, only to watch a couple of stars from under a tree that stood lonely on a small hill. It was risky, especially if someone were to see them. He was a Jedi Master and Satine was the duchess of Mandalore, it was not supposed to be and yet… and yet he had succumbed to the sweet temptation of love and had followed the stubborn female.
Speaking of which, Satine was currently sitting between his legs with her back to his chest, while the Jedi Master himself, leaned against the massive trunk of the tree.
“I love the stars,” said the duchess all of a sudden. A small smile played on the ginger haired man’s lips, it was mostly hidden behind his beard. “Just imagine, all the different planets and suns and moons… think about the different lifeforms and of course the beauty of nature.”
Obi-Wan hummed. “Mandalore is beautiful too.”
Satine turned her head to look at her Jedi, only to freeze at the intensity of the look he was giving her. He may have said ‘Mandalore’, but he had actually been referring to her.
“Yes,” she agreed slowly. She turned her intelligent blue eyes back to the dark sky that was only illuminated by countless stars and one big moon. “Though it would be more beautiful, without the war.”
The arms around her waist tightened just a fraction. It was only a small hint, but it made clear that he was agreeing, on some level. “The war IS terrible,” he agreed slowly. “but we cannot simply stand down and watch while the Separatists and the Sith enslave the whole galaxy.”
A humming thought escaped the female. “But are they? Enslaving the whole galaxy, I mean?”
“Satine,” his tone was hesitant and questioning.
“Think about it, Obi. Why would so many systems and planets join the Separatists? If the Republic were as good and the democracy as fair as the Senate wants us to believe, then why are there so many, who are willing to fight and to die?”
She did not need to look to know that there was a shocked expression on his features. She could read it in his unguarded Force presence. Obi-Wan never guarded his Force presence, not when she was the only one around.
“What are you saying there? This is not something you should joke about.”
“I am not,” she was serious and pulled away from his warm and comfortable embrace, to look him deep into the ever changing blue-green eyes. “The Republic is broken, the democracy is a lie and the Jedi Order,” she scoffed, “They have sent two Jedi, one of them a Padawan, on a mission, despite having been warned that a Sith warrior has been seen. Qui-Gon would not have been killed by Maul’s blade, had that Council of yours seen reason much sooner, my dear Obi-Wan.”
Obi-Wan furrowed his brows. “I never told you the Sith warrior’s name,” he replied slowly and carefully.
Satine blinked, before she let out an humorless chuckle. When she opened her eyes again, they were yellow and Obi-Wan would have pulled back, hadn’t it been for the tree at his back. Instead he found himself pinned by the blonde female, on whose face an evil grin slowly appeared.
“No, you didn’t,” confirmed Satine. “And you have no idea how glad I was, when I heard that you killed that slimy bastard.”
Obi-Wan shook his head in denial. “No… this can’t be. Tell me…. this isn’t true.”
“You know just as well as I that this is the reality, my dear Obi-Wan. Live in the moment and ask the Force for guidance. It will tell you the truth,” she scrawled closer to the ginger haired Jedi.
“Satine,” his voice was broken and there was so much hurt in his voice.
Slowly, so that she would not startle him away, did the female Sith raise her hand, putting it on a bearded cheek. “I am not evil, Obi-Wan. I’m still me,” she said softly, subtly using a Force suggestion to calm him down.
Obi-Wan visibly relaxed. “You are the enemy,” he sounded apologetic and if he regretted having to say that.
Their faces were only inches apart now. “I don’t have to be,” she said.
“I won’t leave the Jedi.”
“I know,” and she sealed the male’s lips with her own, stopping any kind of protest. When Satine pulled back, there was a comical expression on the bearded male’s features and before she could react, was his gloved hand on the back of her head, pressing their mouths together again in an almost feral kiss.
“Promise me that you are not like them,” he pleaded between kissed. “Promise me that you are still the Satine Kryze I’ve gotten to know.”
“I promise,” Satine replied without hesitation. It was the truth. She was still the same, she just did not have to hide anymore. It was not like she wanted to dominate and rule the whole galaxy, but she wanted to make a change, she wanted to cause a reform and a revolution. This was her reason for joining the Sith, the Sith who - under Sidious leadership - were loosing their original goals. If the corrupt man continued this way, she would not hesitate to give his identification to her new lover.
Speaking of which, a small moan that could also have been a whimper, escaped the Jedi Master. The sound was slightly muffled by their tongues battling against each other, but Satine had heard it nevertheless. A smile appeared on her features. This night might turn out to be fun after all.