"Prepare the ship, Anakin." Obi-Wan walked into the cockpit and noticed his friend leaning against one of the walls, chatting with his captain. He frowned when he saw his former master walk into the ship, immediately pushing himself off the wall and staring as Obi-Wan settled into one of the chairs and started to press all the buttons, making the ship come to life. He turned back to Rex who seemed just as confused as he was. The commander shrugged, patted Anakin on the shoulder before leaving quietly.

"Obi-Wan, what are you doing here?" Anakin walked towards him, watching in bewilderment. His eyes darted to the outside, watching the fading lights in the distance and the moon that now overpowered them. "I thought we weren't planning on leaving till morning."

"Change of plans." Obi-Wan spoke calmly, starting the engines and watching them get hot as he pushed the corresponding lever up. He'd fallen right back into his usual routine without even having to think about it. There was an aching voice in the back of his head telling him to stop but like all those years before he ignored it completely.

"What?" Anakin's eyes darted between him and the palace in the distance. "No!" He dashed forward the moment the ship was taking off, pulling the lever back down and shutting off the engine.

"Anakin!" Obi-Wan scolded him immediately, piercing eyes darting to him accusingly when the ship rumbled and fell back to the ground with a loud thud. "What are you doing? Are  you trying to crash another ship?!"

"You have one chance at this, Obi-Wan, and I am not going to watch you ruin it." Anakin put up one finger as he felt his frustration flow into his words. He grasped Obi-Wan's hand when it went back to the lever, slapping it away. "You can't leave her like this!" Anakin continued, holding the lever in his own hand and preventing him from trying again.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Anakin and I don't want to know." Obi-Wan's eyes darkened as he leaned back into his chair, watching him with an attentive look. "Now stop your crazy antics and let's get back to Coruscant." He nudged his head into the direction of Anakin's pilot chair.

"She is right there!" Anakin protested, letting out a groan filled with frustration. "I know you care about her. Surely that would affect your decision." He watched as Obi-Wan scoffed and crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes and staring over his shoulders. "This is your last chance to be with her and I'm not going to watch you throw it away like this."

Obi-Wan's eyes narrowed even further as he redirected his gaze towards his former apprentice. "We are not leaving till morning." Anakin straightened his back and looked down at him. "We literally can't. I sent the clones back to join the feast and enjoy themselves until sunrise. What you do with that time is up to you."

"Fine." Obi-Wan bit and stood up abruptly, coming face to face with Anakin as they continued their contest of hard stares. Anakin was unrelenting. Downside was that Obi-Wan possessed that specific character trait too. "Have the ship prepared at sunrise." He growled, walking past Anakin and bumping his shoulder in the process.

"Where are you going?" Hopeful eyes watched his retreating figure.

"I'm going to get a drink."

~

"Oh, you idiot." I groaned, leaning my elbows on the nightstand. Closing my eyes, I could feel the world swirl around me, dizzy and without a vast thing to keep me standing. Looking up in the mirror I saw the smeared make up running down my face, my hair tussled and messy and my eyes completely empty. Gods, I hated myself.

I'd returned back to the feast thinking I could drown my sorrows. Yet all I did was sit there, watching everyone laughing, dancing and drinking and feeling more alone than ever. I was surrounded by people yet at the same time it felt like I was the only person in the world. I couldn't even bring myself to drink the alcohol most of the attendees tried to feed me, or to listen to the men that tried to seduce me and earn the chance to be king.

One hour had I lasted till I couldn't bare it anymore. Hell, if I'd stayed one more moment I would've burst into flames and scurried off in a daze of fire and ash. It was as if Stefan could read my thoughts. 

He didn't even have to ask what had happened; he knew in his heart somehow. All he did was offer his hand for me to take, drag me off the throne and guide me back to my chambers all without uttering a word. Even though he was silent, he said all he needed to say. His company was more than enough. 

Taking one of the damp tissues I cleared the make-up off. I rubbed as hard as I could, frustration building up in me yet not feeling a damn thing. There was this void in my chest. I'd wanted it to hurt, to torture me with anything except this nothingness. The void was scary and lonely and plain dark. I didn't know what to do with myself except sit there, staring into the mirror, trying to feel anything.

All that came to mind were the things I'd wanted to say to him, things I hadn't even tried to muster out of my aching chest. My head swam with words, thoughts and insults I'd wanted to throw to him, to scream at him or plead to him. I wanted to get angry at him for giving me so little time to say goodbye, for not even giving me the chance to try and make him stay. Now, my chance was gone and so was he.

"Stupid." I groaned again, raking my hands through my hair. He was right. We knew from the start that it would end this way, that we wouldn't have a chance to hold on to it. Somewhere I had hoped that I could go with him and save the galaxy with him. Maybe I had ever dared to hope that he would've stayed for another night. That all now seemed a distant dream.

Sometimes though, dreams come true.

A calm presence suddenly pressed against my own consciousness, pushing against the corners. It was enough to awake me fully and make me sit upright. After I heard a knock on the door, just a single one followed by a softer one as if he'd changed his mind after. The air got caught in my throat, preventing me from answering and leaving me a frozen mess, staring into my own reflection and watching all the emotions come crashing down again.

I couldn't believe it. I'd started to blame the alcohol for making me imagine things, but when his voice followed the silence I realized it wasn't the drug affecting me. "Lyanna? Are you there?" Obi-Wan spoke hesitantly after a few seconds.

Slowly I managed to get back on my feet. The world stopped spinning and I found the strength to speak. "Come in." Even my voice was surprisingly even given the thousand thoughts racing through my head. I heard the door open, the soft pounding of his feet connecting with the floor as he walked closer slowly. He'd always had a careful way of walking but this time it felt unsure and cautious.

"Lyanna." Obi's silky voice soon echoed through my chambers. It truly was him. My shoulders tensed instantly and my eyes flew wide open yet I couldn't muster out a response.

"I wanted to..." Obi-Wan sighed deeply after a few moments and watched my back that was still facing him. "Talk to you." He waited for an answer, yet when none came he continued. "I made a mistake by leaving you so suddenly." He confessed. "I'm afraid I can't take back what I said because what I said was true. I may have voiced it entirely wrong but the fact remains that..."

My shoulders slumped, my head slightly turning in his direction. "I have to leave but I don't want to." Obi-Wan stated and I could hear him walking closer hesitantly. "I want to stay." I could hear the sincerity in his voice, melting down the walls I had built up in a daze. "But you and I both know that I can't do that and that you can't come with me. We're both too stubborn and selfless to allow ourselves to give up everything. We knew it from the start. It's a terrible mess we've created and it hurts yet at the same time I don't regret a thing."

He sighed again, casting his eyes downward. "I came here hoping you'd grant me another chance to do it right." Obi-Wan watched as I slowly turned around to face him, my eyes gliding over his figure till I met his eyes. He was dressed in his usual jedi attire. After everything, I knew he still clung onto the jedi ideals. Him being here though was a complete contradiction to them.

He bit his lip when he saw the empty look in my eyes, his eyebrows furrowing together as he stepped closer, stopping just a few inches before me and giving me room to pull back. He had trouble containing his emotions, I noticed through the whirlwind of force that hung around him.

"My darling." Obi-Wan whispered, his fingers gliding over the remains of the black make-up covering my cheeks. "Give me one more chance to make it right."

One more miracle. It almost sounded as desperate as before. I had this urge to wrap my arms around his necks immediately, to soothe the pain in his eyes. Thoughts swirled through my head and I couldn't think clearly. I needed more time to decide but his eyes were keeping me from making a rational decision. I turned my back towards him, gathered my hair into my hand and pulled it over my shoulder. "Unzip me, will you?" My voice was rough and coarse, making me clear my throat soon after.

"Of course." Obi-Wan mumbled under his breath. When his warm fingers glided over my back I stilled and so did he, waiting for me to tell him to stop or to continue. As seconds passed he continued slowly, pulling the zip down to my lower back. When he was done he remained, his fingers ghosting over my skin.

I waited in anticipation, partly expecting him to place those firm hands on me and break this silence. His breath tickled my shoulder blades as he leaned down, his lips ghosting over the skin of my neck, making goosebumps appear on my whole body. Part of me wanted him to do so, but another part wanted to turn around and push him away. I was locked in the moment, battling with my own thoughts, until he pulled back.

"If you want me to go..." Obi sighed and I could hear the pain and regret through his voice. "Say the word and I'll leave."

"Answer one question." I whispered, my face still void of any emotion as I turned back to face him. Obi-Wan nodded, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully as he looked down on me.

"If it hadn't been for those millions of lives, would you have stayed? Would I have been enough?" Finally, the emotions broke through, tears welling up in my eyes as desperation was laced through my words, my hands clenching into fists at my side to stop myself from crying out loud. The nails dug into the skin of my palms but it was nothing compared to the feeling of having him so close, yet so far away.

"Princess." Obi-Wan chuckled sadly, both his hands rising immediately to caress my cheeks. I let myself enjoy their warmth and tenderness, leaning the weight of my head onto them and closing my eyes.

"You are more than I could have ever hoped for. Sometimes it can even get a bit... overwhelming." He whispered, his thumbs tracing patterns on my cheeks as his eyes stared right into my own. Obi-Wan saw the hesitation still lingering in them. "I would have dropped everything for you."

A combination of a chuckle and a sob wrecked through me as I did my best to keep standing. My legs were weak and trembling but I finally allowed myself to hold onto his arms. He smiled, relieved, leaning his head down and placing his forehead against mine. It wasn't close enough, I decided, so I lifted myself up on my toes, placing my lips against his after I'd regained the ability to breathe again. He didn't hesitate even for a second to pull me closer against him, his hands going beneath the loose dress and grasping my waist tightly to keep me standing.

As he deepened the kiss, tongues touching, he backed us up till my back hit the low cabinet behind me. In a daze of kisses, he lifted me up, placing me on it and holding my thighs in place as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Obi-Wan drew back for a moment, cupping my face in his one hand as his eyes darted between mine.

He sighed in what seemed like guilt, wiping away the few tears that had streamed down my cheeks. "I wish I could give you everything you deserve, my queen." Obi-Wan said, taking in every single detail of my features, memorizing it all so he would never forget a thing.

"You being here now, my love, is already more than I could have ever hoped for." I whispered against his lips, my hand waving through his soft hair. "Even if it is but for one night."

"What do you need me to do?" Obi-Wan asked, his hand holding my face in place, waiting patiently for me to tell him. He seemed to give himself over to me entirely, placing himself in the palm of my hand. I was used to having power yet this was the most valuable thing I had ever had the privilege to possess.

"I need this." Our eyes were locked as I grasped his hand, placing it on the left side of my chest. He felt the thumping of my heart against the tip of his fingers, a satisfied glint flashing through his eyes as his own hand grasped for mine, repeating the gesture.

Sha'hani, a bargain with the devil, Arthas called it. It made me think he had never experienced it himself, for no one could ever speak ill of it after. It was true that when the one you're bonded to dies, a part of you dies with it. Yet in the end, it would all be worth it. I would die a thousand deaths if it meant I got to be with him one last time.

As he placed my hand against his skin everything came washing over me. Our feelings, our thoughts, our every memory whirling together and morphing into one being. I felt his calming waves crashing with my fire, transforming into a beautiful mist that surrounded us. The air was thick, warm, falling over us like a veil. It was almost overwhelming.

Every part of him I somehow felt and recognized, every single thing he had ever had to live through. Combined our lives were chaotic and blazing yet at the same time it was the most beautiful mess I had ever witnessed. It was an universe, filled with countless wonders to explore, a galaxy of which I knew I could never get enough of.

Obi-Wan chuckled lightly in amazement, pushing himself closer against me and feeling the sparks that it ignited within me. "This will never get old." He smiled, opening his eyes again and looking into mine. The pure wonder in his eyes was enough to make me weak in the knees, if his proximity wasn't cause enough.

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"Kiss me, please." I pleaded, needing more. Obi-Wan pulled on the loose fabric of my dress without a second of doubt, lifting me from the cabinet slightly just so I could reach his lips. The moment they touched I almost broke at the seams. The sensation was more powerful than ever before. I felt not only my own love but his as well. It was magnified a thousandfold, giving me the idea I would explode from within.

Even Obi-Wan Kenobi, the master of resolve, felt his control slipping. He didn't even try to catch it as it floated away, giving in to the feeling for the first time in his life, allowing every emotion to crash down on him and savouring the sensations he finally permitted himself to experience. Now that he had finally released himself from his invisible strings, his hand wandered down my bare back, exploring every patch of skin with his fingers and freeing me from the burden of clothing.

"I liked blue on you better, anyways." Obi-Wan whispered against my lips as he slid the straps off my shoulders, baring my chest to him. My chuckles filled the tiny space between our lips before I connected them again and pressed myself against him, savouring the soft groan that fell off his later. I spared little time to rid him of his own clothing, my hands soon discovering the planes of his chest and massaging his huge muscles as I sank ever deeper into his embrace.

Gods, he was sweet. Even his scent overwhelmed me, the smell of vanilla and mint flooding my senses. The rough scratch of his beard contrasted to his passioned lips as they explored every part of my own. His hands were gentle yet firm at the same time as they scoured over my body, pulling the dress off my legs in a daze of cloth and bare skin.

As my hands ventured down and undid his belt his lips travelled, kissing down to my pulse point and softly nibbling the sensitive skin. Through the countless sensations that it started I somehow came up with a sassy comment. "Master jedi, are you-" The moment I said the first word he bit down, his teeth crazing the sensitive skin and evoking a loud groan from my lips.

My eyes widened instantly. I knew how he loved control yet this revelation was still mind blowing and exciting, making a toothy grin appear on my face. Obi-Wan kissed his way back up after softening the bruise with his tongue, ghosting his lips over my own and preventing me from attaching them when I tried. "Say it again." He almost seemed to plead.

"Say what?" I searched his orbs, trying my hardest to seem innocent.

He scoffed softly, his grip on me tightening and pulling on my hair just a little harder. He lowered himself, ghosting his lips over my ear tentatively. The careful way he handled himself, the utter concentration he seemed to put into everything he did made me weak, trembling beneath his firm touch. "You know what." It was barely above a whisper, the air fanning out over my neck, sending goosebumps all over my body.

Obi-Wan pulled back again so he could watch me carefully, awaiting my reaction. My eyes narrowed as a mischievous smirk played on my lips. "Make me."

At first he seemed at a loss of words, his mouth hanging slightly agape until his eyes filled with a dark glint, his hands dropping to my thighs and holding them tightly as he lifted me from the wood. He threw me up in the air, positioning my legs around his waist and making his way to the bed in the corner of the room. I had no choice but to hold onto him tightly and wait for what he had planned.

He didn't even try to look where he was going, no, he was way too busy smothering my lips with his own. This was our last night together, he remembered, and he would be damned if he didn't make the best of it.

Obi-Wan threw me on the bed and ridded himself of his boots, his eyes never leaving mine as I crawled towards the back of the bed. Before I could get away he grasped my ankles and pulled me back to the edge in one swift move. "Obi!" I tried to push him away again but he grasped my hands, laughing.

"Now, now, princess." He enjoyed the giggles that fell off my lips as he lowered himself to me, kissing just below my ear and lifting both my legs up along his hips. I could feel the grin that was playing around his lips as they continued to tease the skin lightly between whispers. "I don't remember telling you you could go."

A gasp fell off my lips when he pushed his lower body against mine, pinning me down to the mattress while his hands ran up my sides and to my own, entangling our fingers and pushing them down to either side of my body. I could feel the growing need in my abdomen, my mind getting foggy with each and every move he made against me.

"Obi, you do realise I am-" I couldn't even finish my sentence until he made me groan loudly again as his lips attached to my breast, sucking lightly and driving me crazy. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin and I couldn't help but moan again, addicted to the feeling.

"Try again." He lifted his head to look at me, smiling in victory and watching the red appear on my cheeks as I tumbled over my words. I couldn't even think coherently, let alone figure out how to speak with his hands leaving a path of burning skin in their wake. Mumbling I grasped the sheets, making my knuckles turn white as he ventured down my belly. His fingers hooked around my underwear, pulling them off in one swift move and lifting my legs over his shoulders.

Lips connected with the inside of my thighs and my back arched to the soft touch of it. "I'm still not hearing it, darling." Obi-Wan purred, pressing a wet kiss just below my navel as I whimpered and pleaded. "Say it." He glanced up, blue connecting with green. I needed extra incentive, he decided, so he let his fingers wander down, softly gliding over my folds and then pressing down all at once while watching me closely.

I could do nothing but whimper. The stubbornness inside me, the part of me that wanted to taunt him still and get more of this side of him wavered due to the overwhelming sensations. He knew exactly which buttons to push to drive me wild, especially now that our minds were connected still. He felt how it excited me and it drove him mad with lust, his eyes focused on mine as his lips inched ever closer to where I needed him most.

My hands tried to push him down as my fingers knotted in his hair but he wouldn't have it. An invisible force grasped my wrists and pinned them down to the mattress. "Princess." He sighed in disappointment as one finger travelled and slowly pushed inside, making my eyes go wide and my back arch off the surface. "Patience." Obi-Wan spoke velvety, his thumb drawing circles in what seemed like every nerve of my body.

"Obi." I whined, scrunching my eyes shut and trying to press myself against him. Even that he wouldn't allow, invincible hands grasping my hips and holding them in place. I was trapped in that position, not able to move even an inch. He had me pinned, completely under his control, and I loved every part of it.

"Not quite it." He hummed against the skin and added a second finger, only adding to the growing knot in my stomach. It was already overwhelming, yet there wasn't enough pressure to force me over the edge entirely, dangling between torture and complete bliss. When only whimpers ensued he glanced up entirely, lifting his head and drawing his brows together.

"Have you lost your voice, darling?" Obi-Wan cocked his head to the side slightly, smiling knowingly and watching my chest rising and falling rapidly. "Here, I'll help you find it." He suddenly dived down, pressing his lips against the bundle of nerves without remorse and forcing all the air out of my lungs.

"Master!" I blurted out without restraint, my muscles tensing and my body protesting against the overwhelming sensation of his tongue accompanied by the rough scratch of his beard.

"Good girl." He continued relentlessly, pushing me over the edge with ease. Stars covered my vision as I tried my hardest to stay connected to the surface, my mind floating in space. He was good before, but now that he could feel every spark that he ignited within me he knew exactly what to do.

Continuing his ministrations, he intertwined our hands and moaned softly with me. As I closed my eyes I dove deeper into our connection, feeling his energy push against mine and enveloping me, pulling me back to reality.

"Obi." It was more a question than demand, my hand tugging on his hair. He wasn't close enough. I wanted to hold him, bury my head in his chest and wrap him into my arms, never let him go. Obi-Wan felt that exact need and didn't hesitate to climb back over me, stopping this teasing battle we had started, connecting our lips and driving me wild when I tasted myself on his.

The moment I felt the hold of the force slipping from my wrists I flipped us over, catching his hands before he could protest and holding them in front of me, watching him closely as I brought them to my lips. My hastened breath fanned over his fingers. "What I wanted to say, before you interrupted me so rudely, -"

A grin appeared on his lips the moment I pulled away, his eyes narrowing playfully. Yet again he didn't give me time to finish my sentence, sitting up and connecting our lips before I could even speak the words. His hands were freed the moment I softened my grip in surprise and then ventured down, grasping my hips and pulling me closer against him. 

"Yes, darling?" It was a game to him, that much was certain. 

"Obi!" I giggled as he showered me with kisses, his hands discovering every part of my body. My fingers whirled through his hair, pulling on the ends to bring him back to me. His blue eyes were glossed over, his hair a mess and falling before his face. A deep red glint covered his cheeks and his mouth was pulled into a loving smirk.

"Yes, my queen?" He spoke hazily, finally halting his actions.

I took a moment to look at him, to really see him. The usual controlled, cold force around him was now warm and loving, enveloping me like a thick cloak that could protect me from the deepest frosts. The pure safety that he radiated made something slip from my lips that I would've otherwise never said so easily. "I love you." It was barely above a whisper but his eyes widened all the same.

Obi-Wan blinked a few times as if he was waking up, his brows knotting together. He raised his hand, softly letting it glide down my cheek and watching me closely all the while with thoughts racing through his head.

"My darling, -" He whispered, pulling my face closer and placing soft kisses around my lips. There was pain in his voice yet also the greatest amount of love I had heard from him. "always remember, -" He stilled, our lips ghosting over each other and our eyes connecting. "my love for you is eternal."

My heart exploded. Smiling, I connected our lips again greedily and felt his arms wrapping around me soon after. In the safety of his embrace I drifted away with him, floating through the skies. We were endless, without borders or rules. It was just us, united in our infinite love for one another. Time seemed to last forever but also slip from our grasp too rapidly. All I know is that we didn't waste a second of that which we still had left with each other, not even a second wasted in mourning that which was to come. We were there in that moment and that was enough.

Before the sun could slip through the curtains we were lying down, catching our breaths as our bodies remained in pure ecstasy. It was a mess of sheets, bare limbs, sweet words and loving hands. I sighed deeply, watching his closed eyes after hours of loving each other. He was drifting on the edge of sleep, a smile playing on his lips and his arms wrapped around me tightly. His fingers still played with my hair, our legs tangled together.

"I can feel your thoughts racing." Obi-Wan whispered, his voice heavy with sleep.

"Mmh." I hummed, playing with his beard and watching his eyelashes flutter at the soft sensations. They opened slightly, gazing back into my own eyes.

"What is it, darling?" He whispered, pulling me closer against him and placing a kiss on the top of my forehead before laying his head back down, his eyes closing, fighting against the sleep that threatened to pull him from the moment.

"When you go tomorrow, -" His muscles tensed momentarily beneath my fingers as I sprawled them out on his chest. "don't wake me." I mumbled, laying my head on his arm and closing my eyes. "I want to live in this dream just a little longer."

Obi-Wan didn't answer. All he did was hold me against him, whispering soothing words in my ear until my eyes drifted closed and my mind floated away. I dreamt only of him, of his arms embracing me, of his soft kisses soothing my greedy lips and his velvet voice humming through the night. It was the best night's rest I had had in more than a month, the exhaustion of the war finally drifting away till all I could feel was peace.

Before I knew it they opened again only to be met with bright morning light, shining down on me through the thin curtains. My mind was foggy, as if high up in the clouds, still lost in a dream. When my arms reached out behind me, searching for the familiar warmth I discovered something I wish I hadn't so soon. The space where he first lay was empty, his warmth long gone from the silk sheets.

I sat up straight, wiping my eyes, trying to figure out if it had all been a dream. Had my mind been playing tricks on me, clouded by the toxic drug I let myself drown in the moment he left? Had he flown away after saying goodbye, leaving me without those sweet words he whispered in the deep of the night?

I wasn't sure, not until I noticed his wrist guards on the nightstand. The sturdy material shone brightly in the morning light, a few lights flickering and tinting the white blue. Eyebrows scrunched together as my fingers reached out to the small note attached to it, covered with words written in haste.

In case you ever find yourself in need of our aid again, call, and I'll be there.
Yours truly, Obi-Wan.

My gaze went back outside, noticing the empty space where once his ship was docked. This time he was truly gone, I realized, but not gone forever. Life would go on here on Valeria. I would do my duty as queen and rule as best I could but my heart would always go with him. Until he returned, which I somehow knew he would, I would be waiting.

Obi-Wan. Holding the letter to my chest I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes, letting myself get lost in dreams of sweet mint, velvet words and ocean eyes.