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Zara was unable to fall back asleep. Having nightmares wasn’t new although they always bothered her. The idea of seeing her men dead on the ground and it being her fault.. it was something she always feared.
That was what made her work so hard. They relied on her, and she would never let a stupid mistake lead to their demise. It was bad enough when they died when she did everything right. But knowing they could just be gone because of a misstep?
Her anxiety stared to get the best of her, so she forced herself to move on from the dream. Which left her with the argument with her captor. She wasn’t sure what made her more upset; being trapped or the fact that he kept bring up love.
Zara convinced herself that he had to be wrong. Anakin would have told her if he legitimately loved her, right? All the nights they spent together and missions they completed would leave more than enough time for him to tell her if he had legitimate feelings.
Sure, he let his hand linger on her shoulder just a little too long. And there were times that he snagged her out of danger and held her close as they both realized just how close to death that had been. But didn’t friends do that?
She leaned forward and let her face rest in her hands. No. Anakin would have told her if he loved her. He would have told her, with no joke in his voice, that it was more.
Zara was sure of it.
Maybe.
She could feel when Obi Wan finally succumbed to his own exhaustion and it set her even more on edge. She looked around quietly, keeping tabs on his signature across the building. There had been hope she could find her saber, but he must have stashed it away somewhere.
Zara sat back down, thinking of Anakin more.
“My dear, pull the right strings and anyone could fall to the dark. He has a weakness, and it is you.”
No. He would never fall to the dark. He is dedicated and strong. Anakin had the strength and determination that Zara always strived to have. He would never leave the order.
Her mind flashed to him asking her if she was running away and leaving. He had been quick to ask that but.. no. He was just kidding. She chuckled to herself but could tell, even to her own ears, that it was forced. She decided to meditate, letting her mind relax and find clarity.
She laid on the ground, looking up at the stars feeling peace.
“Hey Zar?”
She hummed and turned her head, looking at a peaceful looking Anakin. His hair was splayed out around his head and she could see the scar above his eye healing. She had wanted to force heal it, but he had resisted, saying he wanted to let it heal on its own.
“Do you ever think what it would be like without the war?”
“Of course I do. All the time.”
“No.. I..”
She watched as Anakin rolled on his side, tucking his arm under his head. She turned as well, mimicking his movements and giving him a soft smile.
“I mean, away from the order.”
“You mean if we weren’t Jedi?”
“Yeah.”
She thinks to herself and blinks a few times.
“I mean, I remember what it was like. Life was okay.”
“I remember what it was like too. I was a slave remember?”
“Yeah, I remember.”
Anakin looked at her and chewed at his bottom lip.
“I guess, do you ever think about what it would be like to just.. leave?”
“Leave the order?”
“Yeah.”
“No.”
“Oh.”
They fell into a silence and Zara felt her eyes start to close, exhaustion from the day setting in.
“I have.”
“Hmm?”
“I’ve wondered what it would be like for us to just.. go.”
“Us?”
“Yeah. I mean.. we are always together. I can’t.. can’t really see my life without you in it.”
Zara chuckled and smiled again.
“I don’t really think of things like that, Ani. Nothing means more to me than the order. Than becoming a Master.”
Zara thought she saw a flash of heartbreak, but Anakin quickly chucked, rolling onto his back.
“Yeah, you’re right. Just a silly passing thought of what if. Not like we would ever leave the Order.”
Zara snapped out of her meditation and started to panic. No. No the Sith had to be messing with her memories. Messing with her thoughts. She jumped up and started pacing, needing to calm herself down. She was always the calm one.
“Think of something else, Zara. Calm down. Get your shit together. Your men need you to get through this in one piece.”
Zara met Cody the day she was sent on her first mission. Master Windu had walked her down to the shuttles, handing her off to the Commander. She followed him onto the ship and sat at the table, asking him what his input on the mission objectives were.
“No offense, sir, but you are the General.”
“I am aware of my rank designation, Commander. I’m also aware of your extensive training and service record. I would say you are well decorated, but you never accept any awards.”
Cody looked uncomfortable as he shifted his weight to the other leg.
“I’m just doing my job, sir.”
“And I am just doing mine.”
She sighed and closed the holomap in front of her.
“Commander, my combat training outside of the force pales in comparison to yours. It is my job to lead, but leadership to me means using all of my assets. That includes you. I never want to win a battle at the expense of live.”
“Many people don’t see us closes as people.”
She reached over and clasped his arm, holding onto his armor.
“On this ship, and under my command, you all matter. Just as much as I do. You are all my men and no loss is an acceptable one. I feel you all in the force as separate lights just as everyone else. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
Zara groaned in frustration as she worried about Cody and the rest of the troopers. Who would even be commanding them? She thought of different Jedi who could be in charge, and it made her chest tighten.
When she looked down to see her boots by the door, she decided she had no other choice. She couldn’t stay with her captor. There was a lack of clarity she wanted to rip out of her head even if it meant doing something risky. She told herself that Anakin wouldn’t sit around and wait at the mercy of anyone. It wasn’t her normal avenue of actions but hers obviously weren’t working. She shut her eyes and spoke like a mantra that Anakin would want her to fight. He would want her to escape.
Zara quickly pulled on her boots and grabbed a large jacket by the door. She could feel the chill coming through the door but knew that was the only time it was going to happen.
“I am a Jedi knight. I can do this. I can get back and warn the council. I can save Anakin. I can get back to my men.”
She winced when the cold hit her face and she realized then Obi Wan would feel the air change. She pulled the door shut and started running off in the direction she thought they had come from. There were still some footprints, but it was hard to follow. Snow had drifted over part of their journey, so she stopped to look around. Between the cold and running, her chest was heaving trying to pull in air.
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Veth woke up with a start, feeling the cold air hit his face. He had left his door open to make sure that he heard her cry out in her sleep again. He quickly realized that he could no longer feel her signature.
He started to panic, worrying about her. The planet was frigid even during the day, let alone in the dark. He figured that she didn’t have his gear on to fight the cold, so he ran out into the living area to see her gone and the door wide open.
As he started to get his gear on, he wondered if she had ever been on that rough of a planet. He knew that she preferred the warm, just by his own observations of watching her on different missions.
He grabbed both lightsabers from the hidden compartment under the table, and ran out the door, hoping that he would find her quickly.
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Zara continued to run, feeling the sting of the cold start to really affect her lungs. The planet was dark at night, but the singular moon was lighting up the snow-covered ground.
“Zara! Zara you are going to die trying to run off like this!”
She whipped around to her captor having already caught up to her.
“I can’t stay here! I can’t let you manipulate me and hurt Anakin. I won’t!”
“You’re smarter than this!”
“Let me go! If you have one shred of decency in you, let me go!”
“Just a few hours ago you were convinced I was evil incarnate. Now you want me to show decency. My dear, you need to make up your mind.”
“Obi-Wan. Please!”
“How can you ask me for rational thoughts when you ran out here, into the cold, on your own!?”
Zara looked around, hoping she had missed something around. The lack of anything around them kicked up her panic even more.
“I had to go! I had to run. You.. you got in my head! You were making me think of things and twisted up the memories.”
“What? I was asleep.”
“Don’t lie to me!”
“I have not lied to you, Zara. I would like to think that I am a formidable force user and foe, but I am not talented enough to manipulate your thoughts while I am, myself, sleeping. Perhaps I should try though, it could be useful.”
“Let me go! Please. Please just.. let me go.”
He stood up tall and shrugged his jacket off, letting it fall to the ground. He tossed something to Zara, and she caught it quickly, gasping when she realized it was her saber. She looked back up at him as he ignited his blood red blade. The light danced off the snow, illuminating everything around them.
“Fight me. If you can best me, I’ll deliver you back to the temple myself.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then you stay here and stop trying to get yourself killed.”
She looked down at her saber and considered what he was saying. She had yet to actually see him fight.
“Letting me go would be directly going against your Master.”
“It would.”
“Wouldn’t he punish you?”
He chuckled darkly.
“He would very likely attempt to kill me.”
“Then why offer me this?”
“If I can’t best a new Jedi Knight then I don’t deserve to keep her captive.”
She wondered what the catch was. The Jedi taught a lot about the Sith and their manipulations, but this just seemed straight forward. He was offering to fight her and let her go if she won. There couldn’t be a catch, right?
Resolution washed over her. She ignited her blade and a sick smile spread across the Siths face. He stood up taller, always ready and wanting a fight. His eyes turned a deeper shade of amber and it changed how on edge she was. She carefully pulled off her own jacket and set it down, not taking her eyes off her enemy. He spun his saber a few times easily and fluidly. If she hadn’t been so focused, she would have been impressed by his technique.
“Come on, darling, it’s cold out here. Time to get this over with so we can get back in the warmth of our home.”
Zara wanted to snarl but instead closed her eyes and took a deep steadying breath. She let herself feel everything within the force. She trusted herself and her abilities. When she opened her eyes, she had a new look of determination. She no longer looked at him as Obi Wan, lost Jedi. He was Lord Veth and he needed to be defeated.
She needed to get home to Anakin and stop whatever scheme was going on behind closed doors. Her men needed her and the lack of trust she had with other Jedi leading them would need to be deal with later, but for now she needed to fight. She wanted to figure it out to save everyone, save the entire order she devoted her life to, but right then she needed to defeat Veth.
Veth was the first to move forward, quicker than she expected. She pulled up her own saber at the last moment, steeling herself when their sabers clashed together. He gave her a dangerous smile and broke away, quickly striking again with a fury she was not prepared for.
Over and over, he smashed his saber down, forcing her to keep hers close to stop him from striking her down. She was able to block every swing, but it frustrated her. They all used to watch holovids of fights and different styles but fighting against that type of ferocity was entirely different.
She could tell he was holding back and only pushing forward to keep her unbalanced. There were at least a half dozen times he could have finished her with how damn fast he was, but he didn’t which added to her frustration. He felt her frustration and laughed when they locked their sabers together again.
“Darling, have I told you how stunning you look in my clothes?”
She looked up at him, slightly distracted by the red dancing across his face. He was barely exerting any energy and she felt like she was about to crumble. He looked down at her and felt a twinge of guilt and pity. Her own green saber was making her face look innocent, which was only contributing to the fear in her eyes. She wasn’t ready for a fight with him, and he knew it.
“Just give up, little knight. Your order didn’t train you enough to last in this fight. I can see it written all over your face.”
In frustration, Zara shot her arm out, using the force to push him back. He was able to keep himself on his feet as he immediately moved forward again. With a grin, Zara raised her hand again and a bright light emanated around her. Veth shielded his eyes, temporarily caught off balance as the light reflected off the ground.
“Oh, little knight, you surprise me.”
“Stars, do you ever shut up?”
“How rude, we were having such a good conversation. How long are you going to keep this up? I’m stronger than you are, sweetheart. You aren’t going to best me in battle, not with what little training you have.”
She knew he was right. Between fighting off the cold and trying to use the force so much she was getting exhausted. She stepped forward a few steps, hoping the blinding light would protect her movements just a bit. When she dropped her arm and ceased the blinding light, she quickly brought her saber down. Veth seemed to be expecting it when he easily blocked her blow.
“Oh, aren't you a tricky one.”
“Just shut up!”
“How very rude of you, my dear. I quite appreciate a good conversation. I thought you had a similar thought process.”
She continued swinging a few times, trying to hit hard but any time she thought she could hit a hard blow that would hurt him, she held back at the last moment. His face hardened and he swung hard enough to push her backward, knocking her off balance.
“How insulting. I didn’t give you a chance to escape just to have you hold back.”
Zara huffed and went to blind him with light again mid swing, but stopped short when his arm shot up, using the force to wrap tightly around her throat.
“Now, now. That wasn’t very admirable. You are so much better than cheap tricks.”
He kept the force on her long enough that she dropped her saber and clawed at herself. He watched her struggle until tears welled in her eyes.
“Do you yield, darling?”
She shook her head, and he sighed in annoyance. He let go, letting her crash to the ground with a thud. When she tried to move further than up to her knees, she realized that he was still using the force to keep her in place.
“I’m not killing you. Nice try though.”
He held his saber up to her chest and watched as the red danced off her face.
“Yield.”
“Why? You said you won’t kill me.”
“I can maim you. Maybe cut one of your legs off so you can’t run anymore. You only really need one hand. Hope you get my point.”
She glared up at him in defiance. He sighed and moved the blade forward, pressing it against her shoulder. Zara cried out from the burn, and he shifted his weight, clearly annoyed.
“I’m not really into torture, dear. Please just yield so we can go inside.”
“No.”
“Fine, if you insist.”
He reached forward and touched her head, rendering her unconscious instantly. He caught her and pulled her limp body close to his. Once he made sure he had both sabers he started towards the cabin.
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Once inside, he made a makeshift bed on the floor next to the fire. He laid her on it and gently pulled her now wet clothes off, leaving her in her breastband and underwear. He hoped she wouldn’t panic once she woke but anticipated her assuming he did something terrible to her.
“Guess I am just as foolish as you if I am to assume you aren’t so indoctrinated to think I wouldn’t harm you in the vilest of ways.”
He checked the wound and winced. He really did not want to hurt her in the least. Although she was fighting admirably, especially once she realized that she would not win, her holding back against him wounded his pride. Sure, he held back on her, but he would have killed her the first strike if that weren’t the case.
“It always surprises me how much the Jedi handicap their own. Whatever technique you chose to use does not fit you. Had they gotten to know you at all, they would see that aggressive tactics are not part of who you are. But what do I know, just a stupid Sith, right?”
She winced in her sleep, making him pause for a moment. She looked peaceful laying on the floor, albeit a bit cold. It made him see just how much she was guarding around him, and it made him feel something. He wasn’t sure why it bothered him to know she wasn’t comfortable or at ease in his home, but it did.
“Not that you need to be aggressive to win a fight. The absence of aggression is not the same as holding back. I held back to avoid harming you. I understand that we are destined to fight against each other, but it would be such a waste to snuff out your existence so early.”
He shook his head and placed a bacta patch on the spot, gently pressing the adhesive to her skin. Once he pulled the blanket on her, making sure she was covered completely, he sat back, letting the full effect the cold had on him hit.
“I think, my dear, that you may be the most confusing person I have ever the pleasure to meet. I suppose it’s a good thing that we have all the time to get to know each other. Perhaps you will see the Jedi are a farce and that you can be so much more than they allow you be. Although perhaps I am the fool to think that you would ever allow something like that. Zara Fross, future Jedi Master.”
He chuckled darkly and crossed his arms over his chest, looking at her, trying not to let his frustrations with the order skew too much of who she was in his eyes.
Sith Kenobi and my Jedi OC Kyrhyraeth Scath. Kyra has been fighting her feelings for Obi Wan Kenobi for years. She would never allow herself to give in because her loyalty to the Order is too strong.
Or so she thought.
I am marking this Explicit NSFW 18+ because of smut in later chapters and cussing.
Sith Kenobi is a gentleman, he will never take what he wants from Kyra. Permission is hot. I will beat a mother fucker with another mother fucker who says otherwise. There is a small amount of man handling though so if that is a trigger please keep scrolling.
Peace and Chaos Chapt. 1
The heavy rain was falling onto the city streets from the dark Coruscant sky, the drops slamming onto the ground, hitting your ears like echoes of ancient chants from a time long gone. She stood out in the storm letting the rhythm of the water pour onto her cloak, she imagined this is what it felt like having fingers strumming across an instrument. She was used to the cold rain, it always made her feel renewed, it was never a bother, in fact it made her feel powerful. As a child she would crave the storms that would rage outside, it calmed her mind when the water would hit her bedroom window, it was like music to her ears. No, the rain never did bother her, what did though was the dark red tendrils that were weaving their way into her Force signature. The swirling red vortex mixing with hers, it was never unsettling and if she was being honest it felt like home.
Bastard.
She knew who it was, she knew what he wanted and no amount of closing herself off helped. He knew her too well he always knew how to get in, he always could but she would always let him in no matter what. They were just children when they met at the Jedi Temple, both ripped from their homes - or at least that is how they felt at the time – brought in at the age of ten to train to become Jedi. Trained to be peacekeepers only to be thrown into a war neither wanted to fight in. She will never forget the day they met, they were just children, but their bond was instant.
The first day of Jedi training for the young Force Sensitives was with Master Yoda, the Younglings were brought into a big room and told to have a seat on the floor. She held off sitting so she could look around the room at all the Younglings to see who she may want to sit next to and the moment she saw him she knew she wanted to sit next to him. All the other kids were already sitting up front and center talking to each other eager to learn how to become a Jedi. But not him, no, he was alone in the corner as if he was trying to hide, focused looking at his hands folded on his lap. He looked scared and it made her sad, there was something pushing her to meet him, a tugging inside of her soul that told her this was the right thing to do. So, without any more hesitation she walked over and sat down by his side. She felt as if she was home. When she took her place next to him, he looked over at her and just smiled, even back then his smile was warm, and it called to her. Looking at her with those eyes so blue they looked like the storms she loved to watch through her bedroom window back home.
She reached her hand out to him and asked his name, he surprisingly didn’t hesitate he just moved his hand out slowly and shook her hand. It must have taken every ounce of confidence he could gather to respond “I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi” whispered in a shy voice. His face lit up though when she repeated his name back to him “Obi-Wan Kenobi. That’s a neat name.” He didn’t let her hand go he just kept slowly shaking her hand up and down and after what felt like a lifetime he finally sputtered out “W - what’s um, what’s you – your name?” Without missing a beat, she said “I am Kyrhyraeth Scath but you can call me Kyra” followed by a little giggle. From that moment on the two were inseparable.
She liked to tell herself the reason they had bonded so quickly was because she had punched another Youngling across the face for him, but she knew better than that. At lunch that first day a Bantha of a kid came up and stole his dessert right from his tray, Kyra didn’t even think twice, she just walked up to the kid, hauled off and punched him. She came bouncing back with his dessert in hand leaving the Youngling behind her bleeding and crying.
It left Obi-Wan totally speechless.
Looking back though she realized it was the balance between her and Obi-Wan. Where Kyra saw a chaotic storm in his eyes, Obi-Wan saw a calming peace in hers. It was almost tragic but they both found solace in each other.
Kyra was trying to remain strong; she knew it was wrong to go see him but like a moth to the flame...
If the Jedi Council knew she was in contact with him there would be repercussions and she could not allow that to happen. She thought the rain would help drowned him out, but it seemed to only make it worse. The red tendrils wove their way into her head, swirling and mixing with her purple Force signature. Purple. Of all the kyber colors that could have chosen her, she gets purple. Both light and dark power. Rare. Obi-Wan had tried to comfort her the day they built their lightsabers but it was futile, it was supposed to be a day to celebrate but all she could think about was that she would be susceptible to the Dark Side.
In a way, her younger self was right.
You know you are going to come see me you always do.
Maker, Kenobi, why are you doing this?
Last name basis now? I am crushed.
Fuck off.
Only if you’re the one I’m fucking.
Where are you?
You know.
And just as quickly as he had invaded Kyra’s head, he left it just as fast, knowing it would drive her crazy.
And it did.
He knew every kriffing button to push and she fell for it every fucking time. She allowed it, she craved it. She needed his chaos.
Soaking wet, standing outside his door like a lost loth cat, dripping wet and cold. Cursing at herself for always falling for his shit.
If the Council knew…
But she didn’t have a chance to finish her thought, the door abruptly opened cutting it off. Of course, he knew she was out there, kriffing Force bond. He leaned against the door frame in the cockiest fashion looking very much like a Sith Lord. Dressed in all black, black fitted tunic, loose pants and red belt draped around his waist perfectly.
Maker, Why does he have to look so handsome? Those tortured amber eyes that replaced the beautiful cerulean hue, they still sparkled every time they saw her and she wasn’t sure how that was possible.
“It’s because you make me happy.”
“Shut up.”
“Your feelings betray your tone, little one.”
“Don’t fucking call me that, you Sith bastard.”
“Again, your feelings betray you.”
She tried storming past him to get inside and out of the rain, knocking into his arm hard as she tried to push by. Before she could get even a step past him, he had reached out grabbing her arm, slamming her back against the wall. He pinned her hands back with the Force then using his right hand he grabbed her chin making her look up to have direct eye contact with him. Kyra looked at him with defiance, she knew he would never hurt her, so she stood her ground. This only made it worse, he loved when she didn’t take his shit.
“Let me fucking go, Kenobi”
“Say my real name.”
Bending down slightly he brought his lips to her ear and with a low growl he whispered.
“My Sith name.”
Kyra tensed up, he could feel it in his bones, and he relished in it.
“That is NOT your real name Obi-Wan and I would rather you kill me than even whisper that filthy name.”
“You wound me.” Tsking low into her ear. “Do you find me so barbaric that you think I would ever kill you? Besides, Kyrhyraeth if I kill you how would I ever make you…” He took in a deep breath then exhaled right next to her ear. “…scream my name.”
It took all of Kyra’s strength not to collapse, feeling the burn swirling in her stomach and the pooling between her legs that wasn’t rainwater.
“Oooh, you like that thought.”
Obi-Wan pulled back, snaking his calloused hand across Kyra's cheek then gently grabbed a handful of her wet hair. He was mere inches from her face – Stars, why does he have to smell so good? His warm body pressed against hers, amber eyes lit with the flames from the candles he had burning in the room, lips twisted in a sensual smirk. He knew she wasn’t going to budge; she never gave into him when it came to intimacy but that didn’t stop him from trying. He knew she craved him so he was relentless but Kyra never wavered, the Order was too important to her.
He has never met another person like her, she was a perfect storm. Defiant but loyal. Strong but caring. Dedicated but so fucking reckless. She was perfection.
He looked down at her wet, dripping form and he couldn’t help but think how beautiful she was pinned to the wall by him. Her drenched flaming red hair was sticking to her pale, freckled face, those fierce blue eyes staring up at him with all the strength she could conjure yet - there was something else there, there always was.
They were filled with love.
Love for him, a Sith Lord and no matter how hard she tried to hide it; he knew she loved him. Just like he loved her except he would never try and hide that from her. Ever.
Fuck her Jedi Code.
Her lips were closed into a tight perse, eyes narrowed now shooting daggers at him. He loved it, he loved that he caused her to react this way, he thrived off it just as much as she did, but he would never cross a line she didn’t invite him to cross. He was a Sith, yes but he will always respect her, she was his universe, he would never take his anger and hate out on her. She deserved better than that, she deserved better than what the Jedi Council offered her as well.
She saw his eyes soften, and his face relax. As hard as she tried to put on a good act she knew he saw right through her, so many times almost caving, before he became a Sith and after, neither were easy to say no to and right now was proving to be no different. He was so close, his eyes pleading with hers, all she had to do was give him the hint of an approval and his lips would come crashing down on hers. She needed to push those type of thoughts aside though, she was already giving a big fuck you to the Order by forming this kriffing attachment to a Sith she will be damn if she makes it worse.
“Please let me go, Obi-Wan”
Kyra felt his Force grip and hand grip loosen, hands dropping to his sides in mock defeat, but his eyes never left hers. He finally allowed her to walk past him, he had a fire lit so it warm in his apartment and it felt really good. She was freezing in her wet clothes.
Without a word he turned on his heel and walked into his bedroom, returning a few minutes later with one of his long sleeve shirts, a pair of pajama pants and a towel, all of them black.
“Here, as much as I love seeing you disheveled, you’re going to get sick if you stay in those wet rags” He smirked at his jab towards the Order for their choice of robes they made the Jedi wear.
She knew he wasn’t going to let up so she grabbed the dry clothes out of his hands and headed to the refresher. She looked at herself in the mirror, hair tangled, face flush and her robes a wrinkled wet mess. She didn’t understand his attraction to her, he could have any woman he wanted in the galaxy but he always came to her. Then the memories started to flood her brain, it had been the worst fucking year of her life. They had fought the night before he left on his mission to protect the Duchess of Mandalore. He begged her to let her dedication to the Jedi Order go, he was so worried he wouldn’t make it back alive and he wanted to have what could have been their last night together to be special.
But she denied him, he poured his heart out to her, and she fucking denied him. Not only that, she had lied to herself. He was everything to her and she let him leave not knowing if she would ever see him again. She let him leave thinking she didn’t want him. It was the biggest regret of her life because she did love him but she refused to tell him. He loved her but she broke him. Then much to her distain he allowed the Duchess to put him back together. Kyra was all he ever fucking wanted.
Until Satine.
Tears started to roll down her cheeks.
Kyra took a deep breath cursing herself as she removed her lightsaber, focusing on the cold, black metal in her hand. Putting it down on the sink she got undressed and stepped into the shower turning the water on to the hottest setting letting the water pour over her. Get yourself together for fucks sake. She grabbed his soap and it smelled distinctively like Obi-Wan. Gods, why does he have to smell so good? Spicy, woodsy and….Maker, why does he do this to me? Kriff, how the hells am I still a Jedi?
She finished washing her body and hair then she just stayed there letting the hot water run out before she allowed herself to get out. After drying off she slipped into his shirt and pajama pants, throwing her hair up in the towel. When she walked back out to the living room she noticed he had put out some cheeses, meats, crackers and a fresh pot of tea. He was standing facing the fire, fists balled up she could feel his unease. Kyra sat down on his overly plush sofa and poured them both some tea trying to ignore the tension, then he finally spoke.
“She didn’t mean anything to me.”
“Are we really going to do this right now?”
He still wouldn’t face her, she knew it was because he was ashamed.
“It doesn’t matter Obi-Wan, you owe me nothing. You were protecting her and were on the run for a year. Shared trauma. I don’t blame you.”
“I know it still hurts you.”
“A lot still hurts me.”
He finally turned around, eyes solemn.
“You’re a terrible Sith, you know that?” She teased.
“Only when I’m around you.”
Smiling weakly he walked over to taking a seat next to her on the sofa.
“You know, while we are on the subject the same could be said about you, Jedi.”
“I like you better when you’re a dick.” Kyra smiled weakly.
You both sat there in silence, sipping tea, enjoying the delicious treats he had put out for the two of you. Though comfortable there was still the underlining tension of so many things not said. As many times as Kyra had agreed to see him this is the first-time things had escalated this way. It was usually quick meetings to have kaf and catch up and torture each other but this time it was different, and she couldn’t figure out why. Suddenly the silence was deafening. Before she realized what she was doing and before she could stop herself, she blurted out a question that she instantly wished she could take back.
“Did you love her?”
Silence.
Fuck it, I have taken it this far and the damage is done.
“I asked you a question.”
Silence again, he just sat there looking at his hands on his lap, like he did the first day she met him.
“Answer. Me.”
He let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes.
“Yes, but not the way you are thinking. Yes, I cared for her as a friend but that was as far as the love went. I would never allow myself. She was just a pawn to get back at you for hurting me.”
He opened his eyes to look at Kyra who was sitting there with tears streaming down her face. Suddenly there was rage behind her eyes, as many times as he has pushed her, he has never seen her allow that emotion to take over her. Even in the worst of battles she was composed. No, his little Jedi was at her breaking point and it made him tense.
Shit.
The next words she spoke were strangled as she fought to control her emotions.
“Did. You. Fuck. Her?” She stated through gritted teeth.
There it is, she finally allowed herself to let go enough to ask the question that has been plaguing her since you came back alive and stupidly told her about Satine. Obi-Wan had instantly regretted it not realizing she would harbor the pain for so long.
At the time he just wanted her to hurt like he did. Not realizing she had been hurting just as bad choosing the Jedi Code over him.
Maker, Kenobi, you’re a fucking idiot.
He was finally snapped out of his stupor by her yelling, seeing her hands curled into fists, shaking.
“YOU SITH ASSHOLE, ANSWER MY QUESTION!”
Obi-Wan turned to look her in the eyes, relieved he was finally able to tell her the truth. He gripped her shoulders; he could feel how hard she was shaking trying to control her anger and it pained him. So much of her time requires her to remain calm and not show emotions such as fear and anger. She was allowing herself to let go and it was intense. He raised his hands to cup her face using his thumbs to wipe the tears away. Her eyes were pleading with his to just answer the question.
“No, I didn’t.” He exhaled the breath he was holding, raggedly.
Then he saw a change in her eyes, the rage and pain turned to relief and something else he couldn’t identify.
Then she was crashing her lips into his.
All the pain melted away as soon as her lips touched his, she finally felt so free.
Fuck the Jedi Code.
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Pairing: Eventual Jedi!OC x Sith!Obi Wan
Word Count: 7.2 K
Story Rating: E (18+)
Chapter Rating: E due to some sexual themes and I’d rather be safe than sorry.
Warning: Swearing. Threats of violence. Cannon typical violence. They went to a party. There was only one bed. Kissing. Explicitly asking for consent because consent is sexy. Angst. Woo boy is there angst. Talking of unfavorable things that could happen to those kidnapped.
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They sat at the table together, silently eating breakfast. Zara wondered if she should feel bad for sleeping curled up with the Sith. She knew that it was survival but laying together talking for hours wasn’t. The thought of how angry and disgusted Master Windu would be with her actions was making her sick to her stomach.
Anakin often pulled Zara close when it was just the two of them. It felt natural with him since they had been connected since they were children. Nothing about it felt wrong and she told herself doing the same with Obi Wan was different because of who he was.
It didn’t feel different though. Maybe a little more intimate. Anakin didn’t trace the lines on her face or tuck her hair behind her ear. Even when he was physically close to her, there was still a distance. That’s the way it had to be.
That was the Jedi way.
Obi Wan didn’t have any interest in distance. He didn’t have a code telling him that physical closeness or attachment was wrong. There was nothing stopping him from pursuing what he wanted. He didn’t feel guilty because he had nothing to feel guilt over.
Zara almost let herself think that it must be nice. She almost wanted to resent the Jedi order for telling her that something so basic was wrong. She couldn’t let herself think it though. Over and over again, she told herself that the Jedi knew what was best and they were doing good in the galaxy. The light had to prevail. It was just hard to focus on that when the darkness was looking at her so affectionately.
“My master sent word to me today. I am expected at a social function in two days’ time.”
“Oh. How lucky for you. I guess It’s a good thing you have a sizable library. Not much else to do on this frozen tundra of a planet.”
“You could go with me.”
She looked up from her plate and saw he was looking at her intently.
“To a social function? Are you mad?”
“Perhaps a little. Depends on who you ask.”
“I can’t.. aren’t you afraid I’ll escape?”
“Not at all.”
She crossed her arms and sat back, raising her eyebrows at his answer.
“You do think I’m a fool, don’t you?”
He sighed and pushed his plate away gently before leaning forward onto the table.
“It’s self-serving to bring you. I need people to see that my Master is moving towards his goals. I also need my Master to see that I am moving towards my goals.”
“You aren’t.”
“He doesn’t need to know that. In fact, your survival depends on him not knowing that.”
“I still can’t believe you’re okay with lying to your Master.”
“And you’d go back and tell Windu that you were cuddled up to me all night?”
Zara opened her mouth to answer but shut it quickly. She grabbed a piece of her food and shoved it into her mouth to give her time to recover.
“I didn’t think so. Anyway, even though it is self-serving for me, it can also be an opportunity for you.”
“How so?”
“There may be people there that could get a message back to Anakin. That’s what you want, right? To keep him safe?”
“If they’re there as a Separatist, why would they help me? Wouldn’t they just tell your Master?”
“There are spies on both sides, darling. I happen to know a few. If you play along, I will help you get your message to the Skywalker boy.”
“You would do that? Why?”
He sat back and smirked.
“Because as much as I don’t want to turn you, you’re better off without the Jedi. They’re going to find out you were there regardless of what message gets to your friend. So, I guess the real question is, are you willing to risk your position within the Jedi to save Anakin?”
---
Zara followed Obi Wan into a beautiful building on a planet he refused to name. He didn’t make her wear a blindfold on any part of the trip, but there was no way he was going to give her more information than needed. She was wearing one of his black cloaks pulled down to hide her face and hair. Unless someone saw the bottom of her face, it wasn’t even possible to know she was human.
They walked up to a desk, so she kept herself a few paces behind him. There were a lot of moving parts to the entire trip, enough so that it gave her a headache. Once Obi Wan received his information and key, they head up on the lift to the correct floor.
“The event is here in a day. We will stay here until then.”
“Then we will go back to the planet?”
“Yes. Unless something changes.”
The walked down a long hallway until a door opened when he waved the chipped card in front of it. Zara was blown away by how beautiful it was. The windows allowed the natural light to flow through in a way she had never seen. Once the door was shut, she pulled her hood off and marveled at the beautiful architecture and furniture.
“May want to get used to this now. Can’t have them thinking you grew up in a temple.”
“I did grow up in a temple.”
“They don’t need to know that. They don’t need to know a thing about you. No until it’s beneficial.”
She looked over at him and nodded.
“Only one bed. I would offer to sleep on the floor, but the bed is bigger than the blankets we shared by the fire.”
Her face flushed but she nodded. He was right, the bed was huge. She slipped the cloak off and draped it gently over the chair next to her.
“Well, darling, I need to go meet with my Master. I must ask you to stay here. Do not open the door, not that I’ll leave it unlocked anyway, unless it’s the droid with our outfits for tomorrow.”
“Outfits?”
“Did you think you would be wearing a cloak and my robes to a social function?”
“I uh, I guess I never thought about it.”
He chuckled and walked over, pushing her hair back like he loved to do. He looked down at her with a softer version of the smirk he usually wore.
“Try to enjoy yourself. There is a real bath here. I made sure it had all the extras that your Jedi life has never let you experience.”
“Says the man who lived in a small home on a desolate planet.”
“Is it so bad I want to spoil you, sweetheart?”
“I think you need a lesson on how to treat prisoners.”
“Hmm. Perhaps you are right.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead and turned before she could question him. Once he was gone, she looked around and decided not to indulge in anything. She couldn’t let herself get distracted and forget her mission.
---
Obi Wan returned sometime later and found Zara sleeping peacefully on the bed. She was still wearing the same robes. He sighed, realizing that she didn’t relax short of falling asleep. He moved around quietly until he heard her whimper. When he whipped around, he saw her face twisted up like it had the night he woke her from a nightmare. He knew he should just ask her, but the last time he tried to talk about it, they ended up fighting. Once he reached her, he gently placed his hand on her arm and spoke to her. She jumped awake, grabbing onto his wrist tightly.
“You’re alright, sweetheart. You were just having another nightmare.”
“Stars, you scared me.”
“Sorry. Didn’t want to leave you stuck in whatever is plaguing you.”
“Thanks.”
She sat up and rubbed at her eyes, trying to get the images out of her head.
“How long have you been back?”
“Not very long. It’s just about time to eat. Food should be here shortly. I see you didn’t make use of the luxuries of the room.”
“Didn’t feel right doing so.”
“You can’t show up not looking pampered. You need to care about your appearance for this.”
She sighed and shifted uncomfortably.
“I don’t really know how to do all of that. Up until a few years ago my hair was short. I never cared much about how I looked, just if what I was doing was practical for fighting.”
“That shouldn’t surprise me.”
Obi Wan walked confidently into the bathroom, disappearing behind the wall. Zara watched the doorway listening to the foreign sounds. When he walked back up, he motioned for her to come closer. She stepped into the room and saw a giant tub filled with water and bubbles.
“Have you seen a tub before?”
“Only in books and holovids.”
“Relax for a while. I won’t come in, so you don’t need to worry about being modest. Although once you get in, no one will be able to see any part of you not under the water. Once you are done, there is a robe hanging on the far wall you can use. We don’t have anything to do this evening so take your time and relax. I will let you know when dinner is ready.”
She stood leaning against the counter and looking at everything. The temple wasn’t a slum by any means, but no Jedi that she ever knew had even seen a real bath in person. She looked up when Obi Wan moved directly in front of her, placing his hands on her shoulders.
“I can see your guilt, sweetheart. Calm your mind. This is part of your obligation to pass along a message. I won’t let you go down to the event not looking the part. Don’t make me throw you in there.”
He gave her a soft smile before leaving the room. With a sigh, she pulled her clothes off and slipped into the hot water. Regardless of how she felt, she couldn’t stop the sigh when her body was settled into the heat around her. She slid down to the back of her head was resting on the side.
The water smelled wonderful. It was a far cry from the quick showers she had taken at Obi Wan’s house. Even those made her feel guilty. She didn’t often get to use real water and there she was relaxing in an exuberant amount of it.
“Please don’t feel guilty. Think of it as a form of torture if you must.”
Zara jumped but saw Obi Wans shoulder peeking out from the doorframe.
“Are you sitting by the door?”
“I gave you my word I wouldn’t come in.”
She smiled to herself and relaxed back into the heat.
“It’s hard not to feel guilty.”
“That was one thing I never understood with the Jedi. Why should anyone feel guilt for feeling comfort? Sounds a bit self-righteous to be honest.”
“It isn’t our job to feel comfort. It’s our job to do what we must to protect the galaxy and keep the light strong.”
“How do you know something is light without the darkness?”
“I-“
Not wanting to admit that he was right, Zara fell silent.
“I’m not trying to turn you. I find comfort in the dark especially after everything I’ve been through. Just as much as there is no light without dark, there is no dark without light. I don’t hate the light.”
“Just the Jedi.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me more.”
“What?”
She saw him shift slightly in the doorway out of surprise.
“If I’m going to go with you tomorrow and be around people who don’t like the Jedi or the Republic, I need to know what you think. I doubt a silent meek apprentice is what you would like to present.”
“You wouldn’t.. why don’t you relax for a while and then we can talk?”
“No. How about we talk now. I wouldn’t what?”
He sighed and turned so he was more in the doorway but still had himself facing away from the tub. She sat up, leaning forward so her chest was still covered. She could feel him worried and trying to shove his emotions down.
“Obi Wan, what aren’t you telling me?”
“No one thinks that you are my apprentice. Nor would you be my apprentice were you to come to the dark side. You likely would become a conduit for Anakins passion.”
Zara narrowed her eyes at him as her rage started to build.
“They think that you’re corrupting me so I can become Anakin’s concubine?”
“I think that word is a bit harsh. I’m sure he would call you.. wife or something of the sort.”
“And just how do they think you are corrupting me?”
He carded his hand down his face, stopping to hold onto his well-kept beard.
“Zara, there are people on both sides of the force that have done and will do terrible things. There are others that I know that would not have been so kind or considerate of a beautiful woman being at their mercy. They wouldn’t have taken your feelings or worth as a powerful force user into consideration. You would have been an assignment and one that they would have taken what they wanted from. They certainly wouldn’t be sitting so they couldn’t even look at you to ensure you felt more secure in your surroundings.”
Zara took a few calming breaths, willing herself to focus. The Jedi never spoke much of how women would be treated differently were they to be taken, but she knew the truth of the matter.
“Your Master doesn’t want me as a force user. He wants me as a way to control Anakin.”
“He wanted you dead. I convinced him this would be a better choice.”
“You decided this!?”
“I already told you, I didn’t want to kill you.”
Zara stood up and stepped out of the tub, yanking a towel off the counter. Once she was covered, she stomped over to Obi Wan, who was now standing.
“What exactly about me screams that I will fall victim to any of that? I won’t let your Master hurt Anakin and I sure as hell won’t be part of that manipulation. I am more than being a woman. I am not a body to use or take. I was never insulted when you took me or used my compassion for my men against me. That was smart. However, for any of you to think that I will just parade myself around and let anyone use me for their personal gain is the most insulting thing I have ever heard.”
Obi Wan grabbed her arms tightly, careful not to hurt her, and pressed her up against the wall quickly. He moved so fast she hadn’t even realized it was happening. He caged her in like he had at the house, radiating anger and pain.
“How dare you accuse me of such. Everything I have done thus far has been done to protect you. I brought you to this kriffing event to give you a chance to talk to your precious Anakin.”
“You brought me here to show your master you’re a good boy. Let’s parade around the pretty little Jedi thinking I would fall for a handsome smile and a shred of decency.”
“Even though you are incredibly lucky it is me pinning you to this wall, you’re still pushing your luck sweetheart.”
“You don’t scare me, Veth.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, Jedi. You see, I know your weaknesses. You wouldn’t be swayed by fear. You’re swayed by emotion. If I wanted to hurt you, I’d just make you feel something with your cold little heart.”
“You could never make me feel anything, Sith!”
He laughed darkly and bent forward, staring directly into her eyes.
“You underestimate me. I’m not your little boy toy Skywalker that would fawn over you and accept when you shut yourself off. You are capable of feeling; of loving. It would just destroy you. You pretend like you’re such a good little Jedi by staying shut off and cold. Just like your Master. Oh, but what better way to break the little knight than to have her on her knees begging for my love.”
“I’d never beg for anything from you. Never. If Anakin, my best friend in the entire galaxy, couldn’t get me to feel that kind of love then how the hell do you think it would be possible for you to accomplish that? I don’t know what happened to you, Veth. I don’t know why your heart is so broken that you fell to the darkness, but don’t presume that I am that weak.”
“Weak? Oh, darling, no. Weakness is clinging to false sentiments of superiority for the sake of seeming infallible. Weakness is pretending like you aren’t human when you very much so are.”
“I will never fall for you, Veth. I will never feel anything for you but contempt and pity.”
His hand snapped up to grab her chin, grinning at her ferally.
“Only a Sith deals in absolutes, darling. Looks like you’re already halfway there.”
Zara snarled and ripped away from him, shoving him back far enough to escape back into the bathroom.
“Hurry up and pull yourself together. It’s almost time to eat. You’ll need your strength if you’re going to keep pretending that you’re better than everyone else.”
---
After begrudgingly eating with Obi Wan, Zara took to sitting on the balcony. She was frustrated and wanting nothing more than to bolt. She knew it wouldn’t end well. The Sith still had her saber and from what she had seen he was incredibly powerful.
She was torn somewhere between hating him and finding comfort in his presence. He was right that most wouldn’t have been as considerate or kind towards her. Not that the bar was very high, not trying to assault her was definitely a plus.
No, there had been times when he was kind to her. He wasn’t just taking from her. He was giving her a chance at accomplishing something that not only meant a lot to her but put him at great risk. There was no denying his darkness, but he was making her question, again, if darkness meant bad.
“I can hear your thoughts all the way in there. You aren’t very good at shielding.”
She jumped slightly when she heard him behind her but quickly calmed.
“Not even trying. No point in it. Why waste the energy.”
“I have not tried to dig into your mind.”
“I know you haven’t. I’m not accusing you of such.”
“Do you shield around Anakin?”
“Yes.”
He hummed and moved forward, sitting in the chair next to hers.
“Why is that?”
“Any time he sees me feeling a certain way he just wants to fix it. It’s easier if he doesn’t know what I’m feeling most of the time.”
“Protecting him even from yourself. Interesting. You do an awful lot for a man you swear you don’t love.”
“I do love him. Just not in the way you’re inferring.”
“Why not? Why can’t you just let yourself feel Zara? I would think letting yourself love someone that is already so dear to you would be safe.”
“There is nothing safe about loving Anakin.”
“Do you mean that? Or is it there is nothing safe about loving in general. You love your men. You love your Jedi. Why can’t you let it go further than that?”
“I’d never be a Master. That is my goal. It’s everything that I want. Nothing is more important to me. Call me foolish all you want; that is what matters to me.”
“Come here.”
Zara looked at him with confusion until he pat his leg. She raised her eyebrows and he laughed motioning for her to move to him. She stood and tentatively walked to him until she was close enough for him to pull her onto his lap.
“In a cycle we will need to act like we are physically close to each other. May as well get used to it now. Treat it like a mission. Let them all think you’re safe to speak to. That’s the only way you’ll get to Anakin.”
She nodded and let herself relax into him. His arm was wrapped tightly around her waist and the other hand was resting lightly on her thigh.
“I don’t say this to hurt you. Keep that in mind, yes?”
She nodded again and watched him carefully.
“Do you really think the Jedi will understand why you came with me? Of all the master’s they have, I can only name one that may accept that the clones are more than an expendable resource. Not only that, but they also can’t be happy about how close you are to Anakin.”
“They aren’t. The only Master that shares my sentiment about the clones to the extent that I do is Master Koon. He sees them as his family.”
“As do you.”
She nodded again giving him a small smile.
“They all mean the world to me. I feel every loss deep in my soul.”
“Do you feel all of them in the force?”
“Yes. Obviously, I can feel force users much more strongly. I feel them though. They’re all so different even though outwardly they look the same. The other Jedi have admitted as much but they’re more concerned with the war.”
“See? You do feel love. You don’t let yourself feel it in a romantic way, but you risked everything for your men and Anakin. You truly think they would let you be a Jedi Master feeling that much compassion?”
“Plo Koon is a Jedi Master.”
“And how serious do they take him? Is he the one making decisions or is he the one sent out on missions?”
“He.. They respect him. He has earned his place within the order. It doesn't matter if he's different than the rest of them.”
“Oh, sweetheart, you truly believe that. Forget being naïve about the Jedi, you’re naïve to even the way the galaxy works. People who are soft don’t make it without being hurt.”
“Is that what happened to you?”
She snapped at him, hoping her words would hurt him. Instead, his face fell as he looked deep into her eyes.
“Yes. That is exactly what happened to me. I loved too deeply and trusted too easily. Now I’m here. Ironically, that’s what brought you to this exact place as well.”
---
“Alright Zara, are you almost ready? We need to make our entrance.”
Zara stepped forward having just finished getting ready. Obi Wan stood in front of her in crisp black clothes that seemed much more suiting for a formal event. His hair was pushed back perfectly, and he had cleaned up his beard. She gave him a soft smile and nodded, running her hands down the skirt of the extravagant dress he had given her to put on.
“I feel rather silly wearing this if I’m being honest.”
Obi Wan appraised her with a small smirk playing on his lips. The dress had been a custom ask of his, ensured that the black would be the exact shade of his own clothes. It plunged down showing off the soft skin between her breasts and just the top of her abdomen. It was tight enough up top she didn’t need to worry about moving and the long sleeves clung to her like it was made for her.
He laughed to himself that it had been made for her.
The dress clung to her hips then flared out, flowing out into multiple layers. He motioned for her to spin so she did slowly, letting him see the way the back was open save of some pieces of fabric that wove together to keep the dress tightly against her. When she faced him again, he reached forward and toyed with her hair that was now curled flowing around her.
“You look stunning, darling. I have one more thing for you though.”
He picked up a box off the small stand near them and opened it, showing the intricate necklace to her. She looked at it and gently touched the stone, pulling her hand back when she felt how strong the force was within in.
“It’s a kyber crystal. I stumbled upon it and thought it would look stunning resting on your chest.”
He pulled it from the box and motioned for her to turn around. When she did, she pulled her hair to the side, allowing him access to the back of her neck. He gently clipped it as it rests against her skin. She inhaled sharply at the power emanating from it as it began to glow.
“It looks.. it looks like..”
He moved closer, pressing himself to her back. He wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her closer as the other toyed with the crystal on her chest.
“Like what, sweetheart?”
She shut her eyes, desperately trying to calm herself down.
“Oh, darling, don’t act so coy with me. We’ve been together for quite some time now. Do I still take your breath away?”
It occurred to her that he was acting the way that he would need to around everyone else. She told herself that was the only reason he was so close to her. There was no way he would actually want to be. With a deep breath, she willed herself to calm down and melt into him.
“It looks just like your eyes, Lord Veth.”
He hummed and leaned forward, letting his lips graze across her pulse point.
“That’s a good girl. You catch on quickly.”
“Let’s go. We’re already late enough.”
He chuckled and pulled himself from her, putting his arm out for her to take. She placed her hand on his elbow and walked confidently, hoping that there was some way that Anakin could be warned.
---
It was almost too easy for her to act the way she needed to. When they walked into the ballroom, mostly everyone turned to look at them. Obi Wan smirked down at her before turning forward to walk inside. She let her hips sway just a little more and ignored everyone but him.
At least that’s what everyone else thought. Secretly she was looking at everyone around them. It was hard to figure out who was who, but she held tight onto the idea that someone would help her get a message out.
“Lord Veth! It is so good to see you again!”
“The pleasure is mine, I assure you. When Lord Sideous let me know that I would be coming in his stead, I was pleased to know you were running this event.”
“We are happy to have you as our guest of honor. And who is this? This can’t be the pretty little thing Lord Sideous has been telling us about. No wonder why you’ve kept her squirreled away!”
“This is my darling Zara. I have begrudgingly brought her into the public eye. I’ve been so selfish getting to keep her all to myself.”
He hooked his finger playfully under her chin, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. She fluttered her lashes at him and leaned against his arm.
“I don’t blame you! I would keep a woman of her beauty and grace locked away too! Please do let me know if need anything.”
Obi Wan nodded and let Zara towards the focal point of the room. She inwardly grimaced when she noticed that it looked like a throne.
“Just play the game, darling.”
Once he sat down, he took her hand and pulled her closer, helping her sit on his lap sideways. He sat with his legs spread, commanding the room in a way she never could fully understand. Once she was seated on him, she was able to hear him talk without anyone else listening in. His words didn’t exactly match his body language, but she understood what he was doing. She felt clinical in the way she melted into him with his arm wrapped around her waist.
“There is a certain image they expect of me. Play the game and things go correctly.”
“I understand. I guess I know that feeling.”
“Yes, you do. That’s why you’re at ease now. Different game, same moves.”
She noticed that people were looking at the two of them, so she gave him a smile and started toying with the front of his shirt. He focused his attention on her and smirked.
“Hmm, perhaps not though. Unless you often sit on Jedi laps like this. If so, I missed that part of the training.”
“Just doing what I have to, Lord Veth. Tell me, who should I be trying to get a message to?”
“Well, the man who greeted us to begin with I’m sure has already spoken with not only my Master but at least one Jedi Master.”
“Really? Why?”
“He’s wealthy. He wants to ensure that no matter who wins, he stays that way. That is why I used your real name instead of an alias.”
“Wait but.. so, they will know that I am here with you.”
“Sitting on my lap looking rather stricken. A Sith’s arm wrapped around your waist as you toy with the front of his shirt. Oh, how the rumors will spread about you, especially once word gets out that you’re a Jedi Knight. How scandalous.”
She glared at him before plastering a fake smile on her face again.
“As long as I end up getting a message to Anakin, it will be worth it. I know the truth and the counsel will see that.”
“If you say so, darling.”
He pulled her closer and chuckled at the annoyed huff she gave him in return. He toyed with the necklace resting on her skin while he looked out at the crowd. Zara wanted to look at everyone but didn’t want to show how eager she was to find someone else.
“Lord Veth, I am so glad to see you here tonight.”
Zara focused in on the woman standing in front of them. She was pretty and absolutely knew it. She felt Obi Wans thumb rub against her a few times where the mystery woman couldn’t see, and she instantly got the hint.
“Well, hello there. What can I do for you?”
She grinned at him and shot Zara a quick fake smile.
“I was hoping that I would be able to garner your attention for a little while. Unless you’re too busy?”
“Of course not!”
He gently pushed Zara to her feet and stood up, brushing past her. She watched the two of them walk away, the woman instantly all over him. She wasn’t sure what to say or do but she couldn’t imagine that in a genuine situation she would be happy. She caught herself feeling something about the woman being all over him but pushed it away quickly.
Go to the balcony. Make it dramatic. Your contact will find you out there easily.
Zara set her jaw and stormed away from the throne like chair, causing a bit of a scene. Everyone moved out of her way, watching as she flew out of the room. She could feel Obi Wans amusement as she went to the balcony and waited.
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“Zara? Zara Fross?”
She turned to see a young woman walking towards her. Her dress was on the extravagant side, but it seemed to suit her.
“Yes.”
“I thought that was you. My name is Padme, though you may know me as Senator Amidala.”
“What is a fierce proponent for the Republic doing at a Separatist sympathizers party?”
“I am from Naboo. We tend to have the luxury of being trusted by many. It allows me to get information others may not have access to.”
Zara turned back towards the balcony, looking out at the nature around them. Padme joined her, allowing both of them to speak without anyone seeing their faces.
“You don’t need to dance around me, Senator. I didn’t betray the council.”
“I was rather surprised when I saw you here. Everyone is on high alert with you being gone.”
“Would it be safe to send you with a message?”
“Of course. I can go directly to the Jedi Council.”
“Lord Veth took me when he threatened killing my entire team. Whoever his master is, he wants Anakin Skywalker. They must keep him on the straight path and in the light. I need him to understand that I didn’t leave him. I didn’t take off. I’m doing this to keep him safe and the moment I can get back I will.”
“Is he hurting you?”
“No. He’s.. surprisingly fair. Right now, Anakin is in much more danger than I am.”
Zara looked down when Padme placed her hand on hers.
“Are you sure there isn’t more I can do? Have you gotten any information that could help?”
Zara hesitated but shook her head.
“No. You’re doing more than enough. Thank you.”
“Please stay safe, General Fross.”
They both turned when footsteps rang out. Obi Wan was giving Zara a feral smile and Padme visibly tensed.
“Senator Amidala! Thank you so much for keeping my little dove company.”
“Lord Veth. If you’ll excuse me.”
He watched Padme walk past him before stepping forward, tracing his fingers across her jawline.
“Did you accomplish your mission, sweetheart?
“Surprised to see you out here so soon. Figured you would have made use of the room.”
“Oh, dear are you jealous?”
She scoffed and crossed her arms.
“What in the makers name would I have to be jealous over? You’re the one who told me to come out here.”
“I did. I didn’t expect you to be so vexed when I left with her though.”
“Vexed? I was just standing there. Who you spend your time with hardly concerns me. I’ve accomplished what I came here to do. Nothing else matters.”
“You’re so cute when you lie to yourself.”
“Stars you’re insufferable sometimes, Obi Wan.”
“I’m not the one calling you by a different name when we’re alone.”
“What?”
“You could have called me Obi Wan. You very easily could have alerted the council as to who I am. Yet you didn’t. You didn’t correct her when she called me Lord Veth.”
“That’s who you are.”
“Yet you know the council wants to know my true identity. I had already prepared for you telling them. You can lie to yourself all you want, Zara. I see right through all of it.”
“There is nothing to see through.”
“Look me right in the eyes and tell me that you feel absolutely nothing for me.”
She stepped forward and glared.
“I feel nothing for you.”
“Liar.”
“Go find someone else to bother. I won’t fawn over you like the other women will. Actually, why don’t I just go now? You can have the room all to yourself and do whatever and whoever you want.”
“You aren’t going anywhere without me.”
Zara started walking past him to head back inside. Obi Wan grabbed her arm and spun her back to him. She gasped when she crashed into him and his arms wrapped around her.
“How rude you are, little Jedi. I risk myself for you and this is how you repay me? What are you so afraid of, little dove?”
“I’m afraid of nothing.”
Zara shrugged out of his arms and took a step back, trying to get distance between the two of them. Obi Wan didn’t let it happen. With every step back, he took one forward. Zara gasped when her back met the wall and Obi Wan pressed himself against her. Her ran his finger across her jaw and looked into her eyes.
“You are afraid of me, darling. You’re terrified of me. You’re terrified of how my kindness makes you feel. You’re so afraid you’re unable to admit how much your body sings when I touch you. I can see your wall being thrown up the moment I get close. Why is that?”
“Y-you’re vile.”
“Perhaps. At least I’m not a liar.”
“I’m not a liar, Veth.”
“No? Prove it to me.”
“How the hell can I prove that to you?”
“Let me kiss you. If you feel absolutely nothing when I do, I’ll leave you alone. If you can truthfully look me in the eyes and tell me that you felt nothing, I’ll believe you. Your honor is important to you. Let’s see how strong that conviction is.”
Zara set her jaw and forced her breath to stay steady. She chanted over and over that he meant nothing and there was no way she could ever feel anything but contempt towards him. He was the enemy. A Sith! She finally nodded once, and he chuckled deeply.
“Do I have your consent, Zara?”
She nodded and he shook his head.
“Use your words, love.”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Stars, Obi Wan. Yes, you have my consent to kiss me.”
“Good girl.”
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. She had heard of the idea of sparks but thought it was all bullshit. It had to be bullshit. There was no way that this Sith pressing his lips to hers was stealing her breath. She refused to admit that when he cupped the side of her face and deepened the kiss, her body melted into his. It couldn’t be possible that the smallest airiest moan was swallowed up by his all-consuming presence and touch.
He was right though. Her honor and pride couldn’t let her lie. She could lie to herself and hold herself back all day any day. But looking him in the eyes and telling him that she felt nothing would have been a lie. When he pulled his mouth away, he kept it close to hers. His breath fanned out across her face and he was breathing just as hard as she was.
“Tell me you feel nothing. Tell me that not even one part of you enjoyed that. Tell me you don’t feel a damn thing, Zara.”
“I.. I can’t do that. Even if I wanted to lie to you.. I respect you, Obi Wan. I respect you enough that I barely even hate you.”
“There is a very thin line between love and hate, Zara. And either mean that you feel something.”
“Do you ever shut up?”
“Yes.”
He crashed his lips against hers again with much more enthusiasm. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and ran her fingers through his hair. She inhaled sharply when his hands tightened on her hips as he pressed himself against her. Right when she was beginning to forget who she was kissing and whose hands were holding her so tightly, she heard her name.
“Zara?”
Obi Wan kept himself pressed against her but broke the kiss to look over his shoulder with a feral smirk.
“Seems like we have an audience, darling.”
He shifted his body just enough that Zara could see a very confused Anakin looking at her.
“What the hell are you doing to her? Get away from her!”
“I can assure you, Anakin, I had consent. What is it with Jedi and thinking I’m that uncivilized?”
He turned so he was facing Anakin but still partially shielding Zara. She wanted to push him aside, but she saw what he was looking at. Her best friend was clutching his saber so tightly he was shaking. She wouldn’t trust any enemy that tense either.
“Anakin, how did you find me?”
“I’ve been searching for you for days! I was told that this Veth would be here.”
“Does the counsel know you’re here?”
“Of course not. They told me to stand down.”
Zara stepped forward and Obi Wan grabbed her wrist, stopping her.
“It’s okay. He isn’t going to hurt me.”
“Remember our agreement, Jedi.”
She nodded so he let her go. She took another step forward and Anakin scowled at them.
“Agreement? What the hell is this. Do you know how hard it was to get this information? Then I show up and he’s.. what were you doing!?”
“Anakin, listen to me. You are in danger. I need you to-“
“Answer me!”
Zara took another step forward, only for Anakin to step backwards.
“Anakin. I came here to get a message to you. I told Senator Amidala what is going on so she could tell the counsel. You are in danger. You must listen to counsel. Please.”
“Why should I listen to a word you have to say? I’ve been sick with worry for you. Did he even take you or are you here because you want to be?”
“Of course, he took me! He threatened to kill my men.”
“You’re more valuable than a bunch of-“
“Don’t you dare say it, Anakin. Don’t you dare say that their lives don’t matter. You know how much it hurts me when they hurt. You know me.”
“Do I? Do I actually know you? You gave yourself over to this filth to save clones. Then I show up and you’re dressed like some escort to this Sith? You hardly look like you’re captive to me.”
“How dare you. You’ve known me since I was a child. How could you think so low of me?”
“What am I supposed to think! He just had his tongue shoved down your throat!”
“How crass.”
Zara glanced over at Obi Wan who had his arms crossed, looking bored.
“What? It was. Hardly a way to talk to a woman let alone his friend. You deserve better than him, darling.”
“Shut up! What right do you have to say anything to her or me?”
“Don’t be rude, Ani. You’ve always been quite the little shit.”
“You don’t know me.”
“Oh, but I do. I know how you cried for your mum instead of being grateful for the chance to be more than a slave. I know how you whined every time you had to do anything. You’ve always been an insufferable little brat and that has not changed.”
“Who the hell-“
“Obi Wan, stop. You aren’t making anything better.”
Anakin had a look of horror wash over his face as he stared at the Sith.
“Obi Wan? No. No you died.”
“I obviously did not. Not that it mattered. The Jedi got their chosen one. I hardly mattered after that.”
He stood up taller and reached his hand out for Zara.
“I’ve grown bored of this uncivilized arguing. We are needed inside. Let’s go, darling.”
“She isn’t going anywhere with you!”
“Oh, she is. She gave me her word. Isn’t that right, Zara?”
She looked between the two and finally settled on Anakin.
“He’s right. I gave him my word. I am only here because I knew I’d be able to get a message to you. That was my mission. Go back to the counsel, Anakin. I can’t go with you. Not.. not right now.”
“Unbelievable. You’re choosing him over me?”
“I’m doing all of this for you, Ani. Listen to Padme. Listen to the counsel. Please.”
“I’ll never forgive you for this, Zara. You’ve betrayed everything you stand for.”
She turned and heard Anakin jump from the balcony. She gritted her teeth and waited for Obi Wan to lead her back inside.
“Do you need a minute?”
“No. You kept your word. Now I will keep mine.”
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