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Telepatía - Part 2

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(Obi-Wan Kenobi/Original Female Character)

Rating: Explicit

Category: F/M

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Summary: Although love is not something that one can control, attachments of any kind are not part of the Jedi way. You can love, but you cannot fear to lose, but how do you not fear losing someone who is the better part of your soul?

Obi-Wan finds himself in a difficult position where he must choose love, the Jedi Order, or perhaps…both, if he can just keep it a secret.

Over the course of the next few weeks, the Master and the Padawan settled into their new intertwined schedule. They trained almost daily unless one of them was called away on assignment, which was usually Obi-Wan since he began serving on the council.

If they weren’t working on her proficiency with her lightsaber, then they were working on her telekinetic abilities or simply on meditation best practices. Some days were easy, some days were hard, but neither of them seemed to falter in their confidence as she continuously improved. Obi-Wan had grown accustomed to a pupil like Anakin whose natural, raw talent made him a quick learner. However, he appreciated how focused and dedicated Verity was. If she didn’t get it the first time, she would try and try again even if it meant she had to do it a hundred times more than Anakin did, she’d reach his level of effortlessness eventually. She reminded Obi-Wan of himself in that way.

The shared many smiles, many laughs, even a few tears as she opened up about some of her struggles. He was slightly more reserved with his own as his guarded heart did not let him open up easily, but he was always a rock for her to do so.

“I feel like I hardly ever see you anymore, Master,” said Anakin. The two were currently in a ship, flying back to the temple from a brief assignment they had in a nearby city. “You’ve been so busy with your new pupil. Have you forgotten already?”

“Aren’t you enjoying all the time you’re getting to spend with your beloved Padmé? At least you don’t have to feel bad for ditching me anymore,” said Obi-Wan, taking his eyes off the course in front of him momentarily to look over at the younger man. Anakin was a better pilot, but his flying made Obi-Wan sick to his stomach, so he preferred to do it himself.

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t,” he said with a smile. “Why don’t you two get together with us? I think Padmé would like having another woman around for once.”

Obi-Wan blinked a couple more times than he normally would as he thought about this proposal. Why did it make him nervous the idea of spending time with her in such a casual, friendly way? They’d be around others, so it’s not like it would only be the two of them. He still found himself tensing up at the idea, mostly because it sounded like it would be a delightful time.

“Are you sure that’s such a good idea? You and Padmé aren’t the best at hiding your affections. She will catch on right away,” said Obi-Wan. It was an excuse, but he wasn’t lying either. Discretion wasn’t part of Anakin’s vocabulary.

Anakin looked at the older man for a moment, trying to read his facial expression and his body language with a raised eyebrow. A smile crept up on his face now.

“That may be true, Master, but I think you’re nervous about bringing her around. Come on, life isn’t all about training. Have a little fun for once,” he said, patting the shorter man on the shoulder a couple times.

Obi-Wan only spared him a momentary glance now. Anakin had a point. Life was about more than just work, he still deserved to have fun every now and again, especially if there were no ongoing missions that demanded his attention. The fun didn’t seem to be the issue this time. She was the thing making him hesitant. If he put anyone else in her place, the anxiety fell severely.

“I will…ask her about it when I see her tomorrow,” he said and for a moment, he questioned the words coming out of his own mouth.

“No, let’s go to her quarters right now. It’s not that late. You have to make grand gestures with these ladies. They like that. Be a little more romantic,” he teased. Anakin was anything if not romantic. Obi-Wan had caught several of the things he’d said to Padmé in the past as he was courting her. As worried as he was about Anakin’s status within the order, he was happy to see the man he considered his own brother to be so happy. He often felt pangs of jealousy at the idea that he would never know that type of happiness in his own life.

“Oh, come on, Anakin. Don’t put that kind of pressure on me. And she’s just my Padawan! Nothing more, nothing less,” he said, and now he wasn’t even believing himself as he spoke. “My Padawan with very beautiful golden brown eyes, the most radiant smile I’ve ever seen, and this gods damn grace about her every movement.”

Obi-Wan smacked the steering wheel of the ship with the base of his palm now. It was like his mouth had a mind of its own. His bond with Anakin tended to bring the truth out of him eventually even when he tried to hide things from him.

“Aha! I knew it. I knew you’d like her and I knew you’d try to run away from it,” he said with an almost proud grin on his face now as if he had just uncovered the truth regarding an ancient mystery. “The Jedi Code is outdated, Master. Things need to change, and your secret will be safe with me like mine is with you until they do.”

Anakin’s words did little to reassure Obi-Wan in any real way. There were no guarantees that Anakin wouldn’t be caught soon and kicked out of the order as there would be no guarantees that things would change. The Jedi were very stuck in their ways, their traditions even if they were sometimes unreasonable or outdated.

“That’s very sweet of you, Anakin, but I still believe that I should keep my feelings to myself. If I nip them in the bud early enough, perhaps I can forget they’re there,” he said, sounding a bit dejected and resigned by the softness of his voice that wasn’t there earlier. “But I will spare you your own whining and I will go invite her now.”

“Then I’ll say nothing else on the matter,” said Anakin, trying not to push his old friend too far. The younger man knew he was far more rebellious and willing to fight for his own way than his former master was. That was okay. That’s what made them a good team. But he hoped Obi-Wan would someday put himself first in this regard. As someone who had allowed himself to experience the delightful experience of being drowned in love by another, he didn’t know how anyone could deprive themselves of it.

———-

What the hell was he doing right now? Did he seriously allow Anakin to influence him to come to Verity’s quarters after hours. He hoped that for whatever reason she was not there yet, so she wouldn’t come to the door and she’d never know he was there either.

His prayers were answered. Sort of. Just as he was about to touch his knuckles to her door to alert her of his presence, she approached him from behind.

“Master? Are you looking for me? Is everything alright?” she asked, speaking softly as she hoped not to startle him, but Jedi were never really surprised. He knew she was there and had already stopped his knuckles from touching the door before he heard her voice.

He turned to face her now. Her hair was different today. It was up in a high bun with several braids coming out from it, her fringe covering her forehead, but there was a split in the middle this time. She looked a bit tired, but still beautiful in every way possible.

“Please forgive me, Verity. You need not worry,” he said, stepping away from her door just in case she wanted to make her way inside. He tucked his hands behind his back as he stood before her. “I was just wondering…Well, Anakin was wondering-“

Verity crossed her arms in front of her body now, looking at the older man with a curious expression on her face, but also somewhat confused as to what was happening. Why was he here? Why was he so nervous? And what did any of this have to do with Anakin?

“I’m sorry. Let me start over. Anakin suggested that I invite you to a dinner party with him, Padmé, and myself tomorrow night after your training session,” he finally said. He kicked himself a bit for mentioning that it was Anakin’s idea, but it was true. He just wanted the credit for it.

“So does Anakin want me there or do you, Master?” she asked him, trying to suppress the small smirk that was threatening to replace her otherwise neutral expression. It was all an act, though. Something she often did to hide her nervousness or excitement was tease the person who caused her to feel that way. The last thing she had expected when she saw Obi-Wan at her door was this.

“I do, of course. You’ve been lovely to have as my Padawan, so I’d like to show my appreciation to your diligence,” he explained. More lies. Half-truths, really. He did appreciate her as his pupil, but that didn’t stop him from seeing her for the woman she was outside of that. “Anakin would also like you to get acquainted with Padmé. Something about her needing more female friends.”

“Well, I can’t say no to either of you. I’d love to join you tomorrow. Could you meet me here an hour after training? I’d like to make myself presentable, maybe not wear these robes for once,” she said, a shy smile replacing her smirk now. She knew she wanted to take the opportunity to impress him in a different way than she’d been given the chance to before. It would be hard as they weren’t allowed many possessions, but she had a dress or two she could make do with.

“That sounds like a plan, Verity. It is late, however, so I will leave you to rest,” he said, placing a hand on his abdomen as he dipped his body downwards in a slight bow in her direction. “Sweet dreams, young one.”

Almost all the Masters called their Padawan or other students “young one”, but it always felt different coming from Obi-Wan’s mouth to Verity’s ears. It never ceased to make a warm feeling crawl up her neck and onto her cheeks where she prayed he couldn’t see it.

“Sweet dreams, Master Obi-Wan…and thank you for the invitation. I’m looking forward to spending time with you- you all, I mean,” she hoped he hadn’t noticed her little slip up, but he was already making his way away from her, presumably back to his own quarters for the night.

Every fiber of her body wanted to ask him to come even just for tea, but she decided to be patient and wait for the next day to spend time with him. She didn’t want to jump the gun, she didn’t want to presume that he had any interest in her in the same way she did in him, and she definitely didn’t know if what she was feeling was even okay or something she should work on meditating away. She didn’t want to do that last one. Not one little bit, especially not until she knew whether her simmering affection was unrequited or not.

They both entered their quarters with much on their minds that night, a confusing mix of elation and anxiety swirling around.

———

Training resumed as it normally would the following day, though, there seemed to be a slight tension in the air. It wasn’t necessarily a bad tension, but as if a spark had ignited between them that was constantly buzzing with energy. It was dull still, but ever present. They each stole a few more glances than they usually would, tripped over more of their words, and were more careful with their touches to one another.

As the afternoon left them, they ended their training for the day. Verity hurriedly made her way back to her quarters when she was out of Obi-Wan sight, trying to give herself as much time as possible to get herself presentable.

She bathed as soon as she got in, dousing her body with her favorite scented perfume which smelled of lavender with a hint of vanilla. She kept her long, dark tresses down, adding some soft curls to the bottom. Her cheeks were given a flush of pinkish rouge and her lips were carefully coated in a matte, dark red lipstick, finishing her makeup by adding a small, wing of black to each and with a coat of mascara to her lashes.

She pulled out her favorite dress for the occasion, but decided it was perhaps too formal. Instead she opted for a pure white silk halter top that left the majority of her back exposed. She paired it with a long black skirt of the same material that tapered down her body. The waistline of it dipped down at the center to reveal her midsection. Verity didn’t have very many options for jewelry so she added a gold cuff to her bicep.

The young woman stood in front of the mirror, turning from side to side to examine her appearance before taking a deep breath. It would have to do regardless of how she felt, so she conjured some confident thoughts about herself.

If she hadn’t already sensed his presence, she would have jumped when she heard the knock at the door. Somehow an hour had already passed. She slipped on her simple black pumps, grabbing a small clutch just so she wasn’t empty-handed, which she placed her lightsaber inside of. You could never be too careful.

Making her way to the door, she gave herself a moment to take another deep breath. She was almost less nervous about him seeing her than about seeing him. She’d never seen him out of his Jedi robes and was almost certain she wouldn’t know what to do when she did.

Pulling the door open, she was greeted by the face of her beloved Master. His reaction to her did not disappoint. His cordial smile dropped a bit as his cerulean eyes fell slowly down her figure before landing back on her face.

“Forgive me, Verity. I forget myself. You look absolutely wonderful,” he finally said. He considered playing off his reaction, but he knew better than to think she was that dense, so he owned up to it instead.

He himself looked absolutely breathtaking just as Verity had expected. He’d chosen a creamy button down with an embroidered high collar that he paired with a dark green jacket, black dress pants, and black boots. His hair was perfectly pushed back, and of course his beard was groomed to perfection.

“This is for you,” he continued, pulling out from behind his back a small bundle of Mysess blossoms that were tied together with a strip of yellow fabric in the shape of a bow. He extended them towards her with the flowers lying across both of his palms.

“Master…that’s so sweet of you. They’re beautiful,” she said, taking them from him and holding them up to her face to give them a smell. She’d never received flowers from a man before, but she couldn’t imagine a more thoughtful gesture if she tried. It painted Obi-Wan in a new light for her. “Could you come inside a moment for me to put them in water?”

She was bold to ask that of him, but he just showed up at her door with flowers in hand. He would be silly to think that was merely a friendly gesture on his part, so she rolled with the idea that it could be more.

“Of course. Take your time. Padmé’s apartments are not too far from here,” he said, waiting for her to step aside before he took a step in. Her room didn’t look that different from his own, but there were small personal touches throughout that let him know exactly who the room belonged to.

There was nothing in the Jedi Code that said he couldn’t be in her quarters, right? What was the difference between this and him visiting Anakin, right?

She closed the door behind him. There was the buzzing again, that feeling in her chest that was slightly tight and unwavering. He felt it as well, but neither of them mentioned it.

“You look wonderful as well, Master. I didn’t know you could clean up so nicely,” she said to him with a smile as she made her way to her small kitchenette area, opening a couple cabinets until she spotted an empty vase up top. Reaching up, she quickly realized she was too short even in her high heels to get it.

Before she could even use The Force to bring it down to herself, she felt Obi-Wan behind her.

“Thank you, and allow me,” he said, his voice noticeably softer than now. His chest was pressed to her back now and he placed a hand on her hip as he extended the other one upwards to grasp the vase in his hand effortlessly.

They’d been chest to back before during training, but this felt different. There was no reason why he couldn’t have let her use The Force or asked her to simply step aside. However, there was some magnetic pull between the two of them that probably didn’t even let him think that far before doing what felt right instead.

Verity stood terribly still, not daring to turn her face to look back at him because her cheeks were probably twice as red now than when he walked in. It felt somewhat different this time, though. It wasn’t just nervousness, but the proximity of his body to hers caused a chill up her spine as if it was satisfying just a small part of a much larger desire.

He placed the vase down in front of her, lingering for a moment behind her before he busied himself with taking it to the sink to pour water into it. He needed some reason to drag himself away from her. Typically, he would apologize for this kind of behavior, but he decided against it this time.

With almost shaky hands, Verity untied the bow from the flowers, dropping them into the vase once he filled it with water for her. She didn’t want to discard the pretty bow, so she wrapped it around the neck of the vase and tied it back into the bow shape.

“I said this already, but thank you. As you can imagine, I’ve never received flowers before. I’ve seldom been given gifts in general, so it means a lot to me,” she said, finally looking up at Obi-Wan from where she stood next to him. There was an overwhelming desire inside of herself to reach up and give him a simple peck on the cheek, so fuck it. That’s exactly what she did, steadying herself by holding onto his forearm as she leaned up and pressed her lips to his face.

The older man tried to contain the expression on his face that would communicate to her just how much he enjoyed that, just how much he wished it were more. He gave her a bashful smile, clearing his throat.

“I’m honored to be the first, but I find it difficult to believe that someone…like you has never even had one admirer who tried to win your affections,” he said. “Tell me about that as we make our way to the senator’s apartment.”

Offering her his arm for her to hook hers into, he lead them out of her quarters, starting their walk towards where Padmé and Anakin were already waiting for them with a spread of food and drinks. She had taken his arm without hesitance, walking alongside him. She figured he had a way to smooth things over with anyone who saw their body language right now, so she went with it without questioning him. Thankfully, the temple was quiet at the moment as it was later in the day and the sun had already gone down.

“Are you calling yourself an admirer now?” she asked him, a cheeky smile on her face as she did, but she continued before he could answer. “To answer your question, I have had a few men try to court me before, some politicians, some civilians, but probably far less than I would’ve experienced had I not been a Jedi who spends most of their time at a temple. Obviously, nothing ever happened with any of them. I had a slightly rebellious phase around nineteen where I snuck off to go clubbing several times, but men can be gross. They buy you drinks and expect you to give it all up just because they want you to. I’m not that type.”

A pang of jealous hit his heart at the thought of her being pursued by men wherever she went. He knew it was the likely story, but it was annoying to hear. That wasn’t his place to say, though.

“I can see how that would leave a sour taste in your mouth, but I can’t blame a man for respectfully trying. You’re a beautiful young woman. Anyone would be blind not to see that,” he said, exiting the temple with her as they made their way into the city. For once, he felt more like a regular inhabitant of Coruscant rather than a Jedi Master with the weight of the world on his shoulders. He wondered if this was what dating felt like for most people when you removed the bindings Jedi Code placed upon them. It felt nice.

“Master, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you were flirting with me,” she said, stopping them both in their tracks as she looked up at him. The night had barely begun, but he had already given her so many more signals than he had the entire time he’d been training her. Was he letting his guard down for good or would tonight be a blip on his radar? She tilted her head to the side. “If you are, just know that it’s very much welcome.”

“Verity, I can honestly say I do not know what in gods name I’m doing right now. I’m just doing what feels right, but not what is morally right. I am doing what makes me feel like I am being honest to myself and what I want,” he said, and he could feel his palms sweating now. It was like some illogical, infatuated spirit had taken over his mind, allowing him no longer to pretend like he didn’t have the regular feelings that all men have in the presence of a stunning, sweet, and powerful woman.

Verity spent a moment in silence, looking up at him as he spoke. She could feel that despite how vague he was being, it was coming from the same place her feelings for him were developing as well, which was a place of utter contradiction. She felt both a guilt for disobeying her vows, but a desire to be free of them in some ways. She felt an internal battle brewing as she tried to fight off fear of the consequences for following this dangerous path.

“Maybe…let’s just have a great time tonight and we can talk about this all after. I think I just want to know what being next to you as a woman and not just your Padawan feels like even if just for this one evening,” she said, trying her best to use any shred of wisdom she had left and apply it to this situation. She would only know what to do about her feelings if she embraced them for the moment and assessed if this was worth the possible consequences.

“You are wiser than I am at times, Verity,” he said, guiding them to start their walk again. Perhaps giving in for just one night would give him the insight he needed.

The pair arrived at Padmé’s building soon after, getting clearance from security before they were able to ascend to the top floor where her penthouse was. When the woman opened the door, Anakin was right behind her. They looked like any other couple right now and it made Obi-Wan smile to see his chosen brother so content.

“Verity! I believe we haven’t had the pleasure of speaking properly yet, but Anakin has told me all about you,” she said, the pair stepping aside in a fluid motion to allow their guests in.

Padmé was as gorgeous as Verity remembered. She was a small, fit woman with shiny brown hair, an immaculate bone structure, and because of her status, she was dressed in a beautifully ornate gown. Verity felt almost intimidated now, but the senator was too kind for her to dwell on that for long.

“I hope it’s only been good things. Master Obi-Wan has told me much about you as well,” she said, the two women shaking hands as Anakin and Obi-Wan shared an embrace as they always did.

“It’s nice to see you out of those Jedi robes, Master. You almost look handsome,” said the younger Jedi male, a smirk on his face as he eyed the other male.

“You’re kind, Anakin. Really,” he responded sarcastically.

“Would either of you like something to drink? We have many wines and ales,” said Padmé, guiding the small party over to the bar where a bartender was waiting to pour them their libations.

“I’ll take wine,” said Verity, though she would typically prefer ale, wine felt better for the occasion. Obi-Wan agreed. The bartender poured four glasses, and they all took one.

“I’ll make a toast, then, to…long-lasting friendships,” said Anakin, looking down at Padmé when he spoke the last word. Verity caught the glance, but they were too busy tapping glasses for her to make any comment on it.

“We might need to work on your speeches if you’re going to remain so politically involved, Anakin,” joked Obi-Wan who also gave Padmé a look as he spoke. Verity wasn’t stupid. It was obvious what was going on.

“Are you two together? If you’re trying to hide it, you’re not succeeding,” she said, chuckling behind her glass as she took another sip.

Padmé almost choked, but Anakin simply wrapped an arm around her.

“If we can trust you, yes. If we can’t, then forget everything you saw after tonight unless you want to duel it out with me,” he said, looking at Verity with a teasing eyebrow.

“You know I’m not the type to go running to the council, Master, your secret is safe with me…unless you cross me,” she joked back to him.

“Seems we have an agreement, then, and before you ask, yes, I’ve known about this for a while now,” said Obi-Wan. Verity had figured as much.

“How about we chat over dinner? We can all share secrets, but let’s have the delicious food my chefs have prepared for us,” said Padmé, leading them into the dining area where Verity was greeted by a spread of more dishes than she could count and way more than the four of them could possibly eat.

“Wow…thank you, Senator. You’re incredibly kind,” said Verity, smiling graciously as Obi-Wan pulled a chair out for her, which she sat down in, allowing him to tuck her in as well. Anakin did the same for Padmé.

“Just call me Padmé, please. Any friend of Anakin and Obi-Wan’s is my friend as well. Plus, it’s nice to have some female company for once,” said the older woman.

Servants came around to begin serving everyone. Verity felt both so normal and so unlike herself in this moment, but it was such a welcome departure from reality.

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Telepatía - Part 1

(Obi-Wan Kenobi/Original Female Character)

Rating: Explicit

Category: F/M

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Obi-Wan finds himself in a difficult position where he must choose love, the Jedi Order, or perhaps…both, if he can just keep it a secret.

“Quién lo diría

Que se podría hacer el amor por telepatía

La luna está llena, mi cama vacía

Lo que yo te haría

Si te tuviera de frente, la mente te la volaría

De noche y de día, de noche y de día

You know I'm just a flight away

If you want it, you can take a private plane

A kilómetros estamos conectando

Y me prendes aunque no me estés tocando

You know I got a lot to say

All these voices in the background of my brain

Y me dicen todo lo que estás pensando

Me imagino lo que ya estás maquinando”

- Telepatía by Kali Uchis

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Consequences. There would certainly be plenty of those considering how firmly the Jedi Code had been drilled into the minds of every being at the temple from a young, young age.

Attachments were forbidden for Jedi Knights, even those who were Masters and those of them who served on the council. There were no exceptions made for anyone regardless of how many lives they saved, disasters they prevented, or how spotless their record had been beforehand. If you are caught breaking the code, you leave. Simple.

Romantic attachments seemed to be hardest to avoid. Many of them did not have familial ones since they had left their families behind from such a young age. As they grew into young adults, though, many Jedi found it difficult to abstain from falling for another, sometimes with each other and sometimes with outsiders.

Sex itself was not forbidden, however, many still chose to abstain from it entirely. Obi-Wan Kenobi had given it a go at that type of devotion, but it proved to be incredibly difficult, especially considering the immense amount of stress he was often under from the work he had to do. Sometimes he just needed a release to forget about the undesirables.

He witnessed many disturbing events unfold before him often, including the deaths of several of his friends during difficult battles. He’d witnessed darkest in its deepest abysses many times and he’d never succumbed to it for the light lived deep within him and his connection to The Force, but the light often revealed horrible truths that made being a Jedi not for the faint of heart.

After Anakin went on to become a Master as well, Obi-Wan took on another Padawan. She was much older than Anakin had been when he first began training him, but that was because she wasn’t new to this. She had already trained for many years under Master Yoda until the centuries old Jedi one day decided she would be a better fit for Obi-Wan. It was uncommon to pass along Padawan, typically only reserved for times when their Masters had fallen, but there were no rules against it. Obi-Wan had spoken to her a handful of times in passing and he figured continuing to teach would keep him at the top of his game as he had been in recent years as he fought alongside Anakin.

“Do you know much of Verity Keene?” he asked the younger man as they sat across from one another as they typically did around this time of day if they were both in the temple.

It was the late afternoon and the sun was setting just below the horizon. He could see it in the distance from where they were sat in the garden outside the temple. The weather was warmer at this time of year, so their robes were less layered.

Anakin set down his cup of tea, raising an eyebrow at the man. He wasn’t sure why he would ask him about her. He wasn’t even entirely aware that he knew who she was. He racked his brain for any information regarding the girl.

“Not much. She’s a bit younger than I am, but we have talked a few times, sparred a couple as well. She’s good, she’s skilled and training under Master Yoda, she wields The Force well,” he explained with what little knowledge he possessed. Having been Obi-Wan’s apprentice from a young age meant that he spent a considerable amount of time away from the temple in comparison to the other young Jedi in training. “Why do you ask, Master?”

“Master Yoda has asked me to take her as my Padawan and help her complete her training. She is not far off, but he believes I will serve her better. Perhaps it is simply her personality, but knowing him, I feel as though it is something deeper than that,” he said, finishing off his cup of tea. He rested his hands atop one another on his lap, looking off in the distance. He was much less present today than he usually was and Anakin could see it.

“It couldn’t be for any bad reasons, though, Master. You know Master Yoda would tell you if he sensed any kind of disturbance,” said the taller, leaner male across from him. His words were somewhat reassuring, but there was still something that didn’t quite sit right with Obi-Wan. He decided he would wave it away for the time being. He would need to meditate before meeting her tomorrow for her first training session with him so that he could clear his mind. She would likely pick up on any apprehension from him.

“Maybe you should consider it as a gift, Master. She is quite beautiful, if you recall. I’ve heard a few others say so in passing as well,” said Anakin, somewhat of a mischievous smile on his face now. He was always far less serious about life than Obi-Wan, he lived with less fear. Sometimes that led him to make naive mistakes, but he always made up for it with his sheer power.

“I do not know what to do with that information, Anakin. She will be my student. I will treat her exactly as I have treated you,” said the bearded man. Anakin liked the walk the line when it came to the rules, but Obi-Wan was more careful. “Though…if she’s anything like you, beauty may make the headaches slightly more tolerable,” he continued. There was the slight joke, the slight banter that Anakin always pulled out of him to lighten the mood.

“Just try not to get too distracted, Master. You know how that goes,” said Anakin, chuckling softly as he thought about his own situation that he was currently concealing from the Jedi Council with the exception of Obi-Wan who had sworn not to intervene after almost having lost Anakin in a particularly gruesome battle that led the boy asking him to promise to take care of the babies.

“I have a little bit more willpower than you do.”

————-

For her first training session with Master Obi-Wan, Verity arrived a couple minutes earlier than she was required to be there. She was somewhat nervous. Padawan didn’t often get passed off and she wondered if she was doing something wrong, if Master Yoda had found something off about her. Yet, that wouldn’t make sense with how many responsibilities he had assigned her to in the past, the information he had trusted her with.

She sat down at the center of the platform where she could see the outside world from all sides except the one that lead her back into the temple. She straightened out her back, taking a deep breath in to clear her mind and body of stress as she began to meditate.

Verity had met Obi-Wan several times in the past, sparred with his own Padawan a couple times as well before he also became a master. Obi-Wan was the type of Jedi she had an immense amount of respect for. He was levelheaded and devoted, always looking to do the right thing, always striving to be better. She felt like she held a similar ambition.

Training with Master Yoda had left her with little to be distracted by. He was a small, green old man after all, but the Jedi Master she could now hear coming down the hallway in her direction was a sight for sore eyes, at least the yellow-ish brown ones that belonged to her. She tried not to think about his reddish brown hair and the few lighter streaks that highlighted throughout it or his blueish-green eyes of wisdom and sincerity. Shit.

Verity quickly pushed those thoughts away from her mind, hoping he hadn’t sensed them in any way as she heard his voice behind her.

“Hello, young Verity. How are you today?” he asked her as he stepped onto the platform. He was wearing his usual garments today, beige tunics and dark brown robe.

She usually opted for darker colors, wearing a similar set to his, but hers was mostly black and dark brown.

Quickly she rose to her feet, turning around to face him as she bowed with her hands tucked behind her back.

“Good afternoon, Master. I’m doing quite well today. How are you?” she asked him, watching as he settled on standing a few paces away, his hands on his hips.

“I’m well. Thank you for asking,” he said, a smile on his face now, which she somewhat nervously returned. She swore he could hear the way her heart was racing from where he stood. “Before we begin, do you have any questions for me? I’m sure we will get acquainted with one another as time passes, but I’m sure you might also have some curiosities.”

“Well, Master Yoda was a bit…vague, as he tends to be, when I asked him why I was being handed off to you. Not that- Not that I mind, but did I do something wrong?” she asked him, and he could see in her expression that she was worried about her standing amongst the Jedi and at the temple. It made him somewhat sad to see that she was clearly undergoing a great deal of stress. “I was just so close to completing my training…”

“Do not be worried about that, young one. He made absolutely no mention of anything negative surrounding you,” he responded, shaking his head side to side slightly as he did. “I believe he simply thinks we are…a better match based on your relationship with The Force. Master Yoda just wants to give you the best chance at success. I’m no Master Yoda, but I think you’ll find that I’m quite good at this.”

His smile widened at his own joke, which earned him a laugh from Verity who visibly relaxed now as her squared shoulders dropped slightly. Unfortunately, she caught herself distracted by the way the corners of his eyes wrinkled so handsomely.

“Thank you, Master. That’s quite reassuring. I could give you an assessment once my training is complete. You know, let you know how well you did,” she made a joke of her own now, softly testing the waters of how casual she could be with him. She knew him to be quite serious and thoughtful at times, so this was a side of him she was only now getting to know.

“Let’s focus on you for now, young Padawan. Shall we?” he asked, but she could tell by his expression that he wasn’t annoyed by her in the least bit.

They spent a bit of time sparring as he tried to familiarize himself with her style and study her flaws. The two of them danced around one another with their lightsabers clashing again and again, his blue one making contact with her own. He took note of the fact that she chose the same color as his for her primary flame blade. Not that the color blue was uncommon, but there were several options these days. Each color had its meaning, which young Jedi were taught early on, so he wondered if the history of the color spoke to her the way it did to him.

Other than when he sparred with the others such as Anakin, Obi-Wan almost exclusively drew his blade only when he absolutely had to. As all Jedi were supposed to, he only ignited the flame to strike down an opponent when he was in danger. This meant that typically he didn’t find himself thinking of how the blue light reflected off her long, midnight black hair or how it mixed with the amber tones of her eyes.

While he was distracted by his thoughts, she was able to finally land what should have been a critical blow had she followed it through to the end. She was holding her lightsaber dangerously close to his neck now, her face and her body only inches away from his own. They stared at one another for a couple seconds longer than they should have before he surrendered.

Her face lit up then, a big smile spreading across it as she made the blade disappear once again, stepping back from him.

“I finally got you!” she said, tucking it away on her side where it normally was. “I guess even the great Obi-Wan Kenobi is not completely invincible.”

Retracting his own blade, the older man cleared his throat, trying to recollect himself from the strange moment he had just experienced. He chalked it up to Anakin’s comments earlier having invaded his mind, pushing the thoughts away from himself as she had done earlier about him.

“I have to say I am impressed by your skills, Verity. I have a few criticisms, but I believe you will soon be able to correct your errors and be even better than you are,” he said kindly.

Even with the criticisms he had, she was happy to know he thought even somewhat highly of her skills. How you fought with your lightsaber was only a small part of a Jedi’s connection to The Force, however, so she figured they would be ruining through several lessons of different aspects soon. She hoped to impress him at all of them.

They spent the next several hours correcting her form. He would often demonstrate to her the difference between how he moved and how she did, then ask her to copy him. At times, he would even use his own hands to position her body differently, down to hold she held her lightsaber. There wasn’t much exposed skin to touch, but whenever his fingertips made contact with hers, she swore a bolt of electricity ran up her entire arm, though, she did her best to ignore it as he did.

When they were finished, she was slightly more breathless than he was as she had been doing much more movement than him since they stopped sparring. Her hair had gone up into a ponytail some time ago, allowing him to see more of her facial features of slightly plump cheeks with high cheekbones, lips that were fuller at the center and elegantly tapered off at the corners, and dark, softly arched eyebrows that typically disappeared behind her fringe. She showed little signs of aging on her youthful face as she was only twenty-one years old. He thought back to himself at the age and was even more impressed by how skilled she already was.

“Thank you for this lesson, Master. I quite enjoyed it,” she said, softly wiping at her face with a cloth she pulled from inside her tunic. Her face was flushed in the most adorable of ways now. “I appreciate your attention to detail.”

“I enjoyed it as well, Verity. I hope you are not too angry with Master Yoda anymore,” he said, pulling his robe back on as he figured they would both be heading back to their respective quarters now. It was late.

“I was never angry with him, Master, but now I think I’m actually grateful for his decision even if I was worried at first,” she said, her face dry now as she pulled on her own robe and hoped she didn’t look too messy. Despite his slightly damp hair, he still looked as alluring as he had when he walked in. It was unfair.

“S-shall I walk you to your quarters? We are in the same direction, I believe,” he replied. He cursed himself on the inside for his stutter, but the admiration on her face and the sweetness of her words had caught him off guard again.

“I would like that, Master. Very much.”

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