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emmagrant01Part 4
Author: Emma Grant
Rating: R
Summary: Siri and Obi-Wan talk... sort of
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. No harm is intended. Actually, I think they like it.
Feedback: Please, as always.
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Obi-Wan fell back on the bunk and exhaled, concentrating on releasing the tension from his body. He did not know why Anakin's snide remark had irritated him so much. He'd known Siri all his life. She'd always been beautiful, even when she was a little girl. In his eyes that beauty had just been another feature, like her arrogance and stubbornness, her ability to piss him off in almost any circumstance, her inability to admit when she was wrong, the cute way she wrinkled her nose on those rare occasions when she did... it was just part of what he thought about when he thought about her. Which he had been doing quite a bit of lately.
She certainly had her moments, he reflected. She was a strong Jedi, frequently impatient and unorthodox, almost like... Well, yes, she did remind him of Qui-Gon sometimes. But she reminded him of Anakin sometimes as well.
And in those moments when she was completely immersed in the living Force, she especially reminded him of Qui-Gon. Today in the cargo hold had been one of those moments. At first, that was what had caught his attention -- the expression on her face, the way the eddies of the Force seemed to swirl around her, moving with her as she breathed -- his breath had hitched in his throat at the sight. Then he'd looked a little more.
She really is beautiful, he thought, thinking of the way the black leather had clung to her body as she moved, caressing her sweat-slicked skin. The kata was perfect. She was the only person he'd ever known who could do it so perfectly and make it look so easy. And so... erotic.
Meditate, he thought. I need to meditate.
There was a knock on the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed Anakin's datapad on the desk. He must have realized he'd forgotten it.
"Anakin, you don't have to knock," he called. Did the boy really think he was so wound up about Siri that he would need to jerk off immediately? Maybe when I was his age.
Another knock. He rolled onto his feet and took the two steps across the room to the door. "Anakin, I'm finished masturbating for the day, so you don't have to-"
The door slid open at his touch, revealing a very amused Siri.
"Fuck!" The word left his lips before he could do anything to stop it, and he immediately cringed. This day was only getting worse.
She smiled wryly. "I'll be sure to knock from now on, then."
"Ah, no, it was a joke..." He pressed his palm into his forehead in an attempt to ward off the headache he knew was inevitable. He gestured behind him, motioning for her to come in. "Please. I'm sorry about..."
"No need to apologize, Obi-Wan. It's a perfectly natural-"
He held up his hand to cut her off. "I was apologizing for my language."
"Natural reaction when surprised, I was going to say. Perfectly understandable." She cocked one eyebrow up, clearly amused at his discomfort.
"Yes, well. What did you need to see me about?"
She held up a datapad. "We received an update on the Krisilian situation before we made the jump into hyperspace. I thought you'd like to look over it, and then we can discuss any modifications to the plan."
He nodded and took the datapad, grateful to have something else to think about. He sat on the bunk and began scanning the report. Siri sat next to him quietly.
She took a moment to just look at him as he read. He seemed so much older than he ought to, as if these last eight years, all of his knighthood, had taken the toll of twice that many. He hadn't had any time to adjust to his new station, to grieve for his master, or to continue his own learning before assuming the responsibility of training the most powerful and controversial padawan that the Temple had seen in millennia.
But he didn't look worn down, she thought upon closer inspection. Just... tired. In some ways, he still looked like a boy. Rumpled reddish-blond hair reached his shoulders, a length with which he seemed content. He'd recently grown a beard, and she could tell that it was not yet completely filled in, which had the strange effect of making him appear disheveled, despite his otherwise trim appearance. She wondered briefly if he was trying to look more like Qui-Gon, as if modeling his master's appearance would somehow make up for the wisdom and maturity that he felt he lacked.
His eyes flicked up at hers briefly, noting her unabashed stare, and returned to the datapad. He shifted slightly on the bunk.
This makes him uncomfortable, she thought. She'd seen the way he was watching her earlier. It wasn't that he was not interested in her. That revelation had surprised her somewhat, since she'd always assumed he was only attracted to men. Well, to one man certainly. She'd seen the way he used to look at Qui-Gon, and the Temple gossip when she'd left for her long undercover mission had been that they were lovers. She'd never asked him about it, though, as it was none of her business.
He exhaled softly, whistling slightly as he did. It drew her attention to his lips. She moved a little closer, under the pretense of reading the datapad over his shoulder. He stiffened slightly at her proximity, and turned to look at her curiously.
She smiled slyly. He swallowed and fixed his eyes on the datapad once more.
Hard to get, eh? She leaned closer still, so close that she could feel the heat of his body filling the space between them. He was not reading now, but was stubbornly pretending to do so.
"Obi-Wan," she whispered, her voice soft and low. He turned his head slightly towards her, looking at her from the corners of his eyes.
"What?" His voice trembled slightly.
She took the datapad out of his hand and set it aside. "I think we need to talk."
"Talk?" He was blushing just a little, just enough that she could notice how she was affecting him. "Siri..." He slid away from her and turned his body to face her. He took a calming breath. "I want to apologize for my... for the way I was... looking at you earlier today, in the cargo hold."
"The way you were looking at me? Why do you need to apologize for that?" She smiled wider, shifting her weight forward so that she could lean closer still. His eyes widened and he licked his lips nervously. Force, he's adorable, she thought. Why haven't I noticed this before?
"It was inappropriate," he replied, his voice barely more than a whisper.
"How was it inappropriate?" she whispered back, her smile taking on a sultry glaze.
"I shouldn't think of you that way. I shouldn't look at you like..."
"What if I want you to?" Her fingers brushed against his and he sucked in his breath slightly. He leaned toward her almost unconsciously.
"Do you want me to?"
"I think I do."
His jaw dropped slightly at that, and he forcibly looked away. "Siri, we can't... are you suggesting...?" He couldn't even complete the sentence.
I should just kiss him and get it over with, she thought. He could use a good kiss.
"I'm not suggesting anything, Obi-Wan." He looked back up at her at that, confused and slightly flustered. "I'm simply telling you that I don't mind if you look at me like that."
He swallowed hard. "All right." He still looked frightened, but it was a start. She grinned, and he rewarded her with a small frazzled smile. She slipped her hand into his and squeezed it, sliding her thumb across the back of his hand. He squeezed back, meeting her gaze steadily now, drowning in her eyes.
She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his.
For a moment she was afraid he'd pull away, but he didn't. He let her kiss him softly, almost chastely, though he kept his mouth firmly closed. It was enough for the moment.
A startled sound at the door broke the spell. They pushed away from each other quickly, putting space between them, but not before two padawans had gotten a good view of their masters' shy kiss. Ferus immediately disappeared from the doorway, so quickly that Siri barely glimpsed his face. Anakin remained a moment longer, a small smile flitting across his features, before turning to follow the other boy.
Obi-Wan exhaled and closed his eyes. "Fuck." This time, he didn't apologize.
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Author: Emma Grant
Rating: R
Summary: Siri and Obi-Wan talk... sort of
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. No harm is intended. Actually, I think they like it.
Feedback: Please, as always.
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Obi-Wan fell back on the bunk and exhaled, concentrating on releasing the tension from his body. He did not know why Anakin's snide remark had irritated him so much. He'd known Siri all his life. She'd always been beautiful, even when she was a little girl. In his eyes that beauty had just been another feature, like her arrogance and stubbornness, her ability to piss him off in almost any circumstance, her inability to admit when she was wrong, the cute way she wrinkled her nose on those rare occasions when she did... it was just part of what he thought about when he thought about her. Which he had been doing quite a bit of lately.
She certainly had her moments, he reflected. She was a strong Jedi, frequently impatient and unorthodox, almost like... Well, yes, she did remind him of Qui-Gon sometimes. But she reminded him of Anakin sometimes as well.
And in those moments when she was completely immersed in the living Force, she especially reminded him of Qui-Gon. Today in the cargo hold had been one of those moments. At first, that was what had caught his attention -- the expression on her face, the way the eddies of the Force seemed to swirl around her, moving with her as she breathed -- his breath had hitched in his throat at the sight. Then he'd looked a little more.
She really is beautiful, he thought, thinking of the way the black leather had clung to her body as she moved, caressing her sweat-slicked skin. The kata was perfect. She was the only person he'd ever known who could do it so perfectly and make it look so easy. And so... erotic.
Meditate, he thought. I need to meditate.
There was a knock on the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed Anakin's datapad on the desk. He must have realized he'd forgotten it.
"Anakin, you don't have to knock," he called. Did the boy really think he was so wound up about Siri that he would need to jerk off immediately? Maybe when I was his age.
Another knock. He rolled onto his feet and took the two steps across the room to the door. "Anakin, I'm finished masturbating for the day, so you don't have to-"
The door slid open at his touch, revealing a very amused Siri.
"Fuck!" The word left his lips before he could do anything to stop it, and he immediately cringed. This day was only getting worse.
She smiled wryly. "I'll be sure to knock from now on, then."
"Ah, no, it was a joke..." He pressed his palm into his forehead in an attempt to ward off the headache he knew was inevitable. He gestured behind him, motioning for her to come in. "Please. I'm sorry about..."
"No need to apologize, Obi-Wan. It's a perfectly natural-"
He held up his hand to cut her off. "I was apologizing for my language."
"Natural reaction when surprised, I was going to say. Perfectly understandable." She cocked one eyebrow up, clearly amused at his discomfort.
"Yes, well. What did you need to see me about?"
She held up a datapad. "We received an update on the Krisilian situation before we made the jump into hyperspace. I thought you'd like to look over it, and then we can discuss any modifications to the plan."
He nodded and took the datapad, grateful to have something else to think about. He sat on the bunk and began scanning the report. Siri sat next to him quietly.
She took a moment to just look at him as he read. He seemed so much older than he ought to, as if these last eight years, all of his knighthood, had taken the toll of twice that many. He hadn't had any time to adjust to his new station, to grieve for his master, or to continue his own learning before assuming the responsibility of training the most powerful and controversial padawan that the Temple had seen in millennia.
But he didn't look worn down, she thought upon closer inspection. Just... tired. In some ways, he still looked like a boy. Rumpled reddish-blond hair reached his shoulders, a length with which he seemed content. He'd recently grown a beard, and she could tell that it was not yet completely filled in, which had the strange effect of making him appear disheveled, despite his otherwise trim appearance. She wondered briefly if he was trying to look more like Qui-Gon, as if modeling his master's appearance would somehow make up for the wisdom and maturity that he felt he lacked.
His eyes flicked up at hers briefly, noting her unabashed stare, and returned to the datapad. He shifted slightly on the bunk.
This makes him uncomfortable, she thought. She'd seen the way he was watching her earlier. It wasn't that he was not interested in her. That revelation had surprised her somewhat, since she'd always assumed he was only attracted to men. Well, to one man certainly. She'd seen the way he used to look at Qui-Gon, and the Temple gossip when she'd left for her long undercover mission had been that they were lovers. She'd never asked him about it, though, as it was none of her business.
He exhaled softly, whistling slightly as he did. It drew her attention to his lips. She moved a little closer, under the pretense of reading the datapad over his shoulder. He stiffened slightly at her proximity, and turned to look at her curiously.
She smiled slyly. He swallowed and fixed his eyes on the datapad once more.
Hard to get, eh? She leaned closer still, so close that she could feel the heat of his body filling the space between them. He was not reading now, but was stubbornly pretending to do so.
"Obi-Wan," she whispered, her voice soft and low. He turned his head slightly towards her, looking at her from the corners of his eyes.
"What?" His voice trembled slightly.
She took the datapad out of his hand and set it aside. "I think we need to talk."
"Talk?" He was blushing just a little, just enough that she could notice how she was affecting him. "Siri..." He slid away from her and turned his body to face her. He took a calming breath. "I want to apologize for my... for the way I was... looking at you earlier today, in the cargo hold."
"The way you were looking at me? Why do you need to apologize for that?" She smiled wider, shifting her weight forward so that she could lean closer still. His eyes widened and he licked his lips nervously. Force, he's adorable, she thought. Why haven't I noticed this before?
"It was inappropriate," he replied, his voice barely more than a whisper.
"How was it inappropriate?" she whispered back, her smile taking on a sultry glaze.
"I shouldn't think of you that way. I shouldn't look at you like..."
"What if I want you to?" Her fingers brushed against his and he sucked in his breath slightly. He leaned toward her almost unconsciously.
"Do you want me to?"
"I think I do."
His jaw dropped slightly at that, and he forcibly looked away. "Siri, we can't... are you suggesting...?" He couldn't even complete the sentence.
I should just kiss him and get it over with, she thought. He could use a good kiss.
"I'm not suggesting anything, Obi-Wan." He looked back up at her at that, confused and slightly flustered. "I'm simply telling you that I don't mind if you look at me like that."
He swallowed hard. "All right." He still looked frightened, but it was a start. She grinned, and he rewarded her with a small frazzled smile. She slipped her hand into his and squeezed it, sliding her thumb across the back of his hand. He squeezed back, meeting her gaze steadily now, drowning in her eyes.
She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his.
For a moment she was afraid he'd pull away, but he didn't. He let her kiss him softly, almost chastely, though he kept his mouth firmly closed. It was enough for the moment.
A startled sound at the door broke the spell. They pushed away from each other quickly, putting space between them, but not before two padawans had gotten a good view of their masters' shy kiss. Ferus immediately disappeared from the doorway, so quickly that Siri barely glimpsed his face. Anakin remained a moment longer, a small smile flitting across his features, before turning to follow the other boy.
Obi-Wan exhaled and closed his eyes. "Fuck." This time, he didn't apologize.
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Date: 2003-01-23 06:08 am (UTC)Hehehehe... yes, he could, couldn't he? *grins*
Of course, this is my favorite bit:
"Anakin, you don't have to knock," he called. Did the boy really think he was so wound up about Siri that he would need to jerk off immediately? Maybe when I was his age.
Another knock. He rolled onto his feet and took the two steps across the room to the door. "Anakin, I'm finished masturbating for the day, so you don't have to-"
The door slid open at his touch, revealing a very amused Siri.
Hehehehe... *ahem*.
Lots of fun! More! Please? :)
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Date: 2003-01-23 12:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-23 02:08 pm (UTC)So yeah, I can see it!
And, re: a later comment -- I'll let you know if I see any inconsistencies with your Canon!Obi vs. QAJ!Obi. This is actually something I'm having trouble with myself, since Ben=Canon!Obi in my head -- wrestling Ben away from QAJ!Obi has not been easy, and I am *not* making it sometimes.
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Date: 2003-01-23 03:18 pm (UTC)True -- good point. He over-reacted a bit with Anakin earlier, so it makes sense that he'd make light of it after that. Heck, that's probably what I'd do!
(he gives in to this mortification here, and Anakin has him over a barrel on this subject forever)
What exactly does that expression mean anyway? I mean, I can think of a rather obscene interpretation, but that's probably not the original one. Hmmmm. *washing brain off*
or b.) thinking masturbation is completely taboo, right? Because if you can't have sex, you've gotta do something, and if masturbation is taboo too, well, the Jedi are just going to be growling masses of sexual frustration.
Yeah, that too. It's hard to imagine that people would deny themselves even that. Well, at least not enlightened, in-touch-with-their-inner-selves-Jedi.
I'll let you know if I see any inconsistencies with your Canon!Obi vs. QAJ!Obi.
Thank you! It's been harder than I thought to write 3 different things at the same time, and they're all quite different versions of Obi.
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Date: 2003-01-23 05:38 pm (UTC)Ah, but what an interpretation! *lascivious grin*
Thank you! It's been harder than I thought to write 3 different things at the same time, and they're all quite different versions of Obi.
Wait, wait -- three?? QAJ!Obi, Siri!Obi, and... Am I really dense and forgetting something, or is there a third one here I don't know about??
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Date: 2003-01-23 07:05 pm (UTC)"The Bodyguard" -- thought I'd told you about that. It's long... not as long as TMF, but long. I think I'm about 2/3 done with it. You'll probably be getting a beta request from me on that in another month. *grin*
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Date: 2003-01-23 06:28 am (UTC)That agonizing wait for the kiss.... somehow I was reminded of Moonlighting before it went to shit.
:D
But I'm entirely too tired to be making coherent remarks right now. Suffice to say "good job! keep it up!"
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Date: 2003-01-23 12:07 pm (UTC)It was so hard to keep Siri from throwing him down on the bed and just taking him in this scene. Sirimuse and I were wrestling on the floor over that one. Guess who won? *grin*
Canon!Obi is going to be a challenge for me, especially with QAJ!Obi looking over my shoulder. I'm trying really hard to keep a balance there between innocence and self-control. I'm not sure if it's working, but it will become quickly apparent if it's not.
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Date: 2003-01-23 02:44 pm (UTC)You showed remarkable restraint, and your story is better for it. So there. :P There's room for throwing the boy down later...(well, there had better be!)
Sirimuse and I were wrestling on the floor over that one. Guess who won? *grin*
The mental picture you just provided is doing things to my brain. I'll leave it at that.
And is that you on the icon? Or a Breck girl? <grin>
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Date: 2003-01-23 03:25 pm (UTC)Oh, you'd better believe it! That was the whole point here -- to write het that wasn't overly romantic with a stereotypical female character. Yes, there will be sex... but maybe not for a while. I'm a tease! (This is the author of "The Moonflower Festival" talking here... 80-odd pages of slow build-up.)
Sirimuse and I were wrestling on the floor over that one. Guess who won? *grin*
The mental picture you just provided is doing things to my brain. I'll leave it at that.
*grin* I was waiting for Helens to say something about that, but you beat her to it! Siri's not a Mary Sue, I swear. She's something else entirely!
And is that you on the icon? Or a Breck girl?
LOL! Yes, that's me, circa 1993. I don't look so different now. In fact, I have the same hairstyle, which is actually kind of sad...
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Date: 2003-01-23 05:40 pm (UTC)*grin* I was waiting for Helens to say something about that, but you beat her to it!
*makes little incoherent noises* *keels over*
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Date: 2003-01-23 07:07 pm (UTC)What was that? I didn't catch it...
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Ah, but he comes home tomorrow. *squee*
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Oooh, that's BS on a level even Palpatine doesn't approach!
Seriously, if you can handle me having the crush, I can handle you teasing the hell out of me. ;) Not a problem.
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Date: 2003-01-23 10:12 am (UTC)Mayree
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Date: 2003-01-23 12:12 pm (UTC)I am enjoying your interpretations of Ani, Obi-Wan and Siri!
I'm getting worried about my ability to keep these consistent, so I'd appreciate it if you (or anyone else, for that matter) keep me honest.
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Date: 2003-01-23 02:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-23 03:27 pm (UTC)This Obi feels like Canon!Obi in my mind.
That's good to hear. I'm really hoping that I can maintain that...