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21 March 2010 @ 01:20 pm
Fic: ‘Allayloo ta nuv.’  
Title: Allayloo ta nuv.
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: (MA 15+)
Time Period: Between tPM & AotC.
Summary: Truth is revealed and feelings are indulged.

Author's Note: This is Part IV of V.

Due to content, this story is being rated (MA 15+).

All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Lucas; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by him.


Something thumped on the floor beside them. “Meecho chesl manna manna.”

Padmé gasped and pulled her lips away. Obi-Wan bowed his head and groaned; his forehead rested against hers while he caught his breath. Once caught, he pushed himself up and Padmé remained on the hut floor for a few moments while he sat with his back against a wall. Then she leaned on her elbows and looked at the small creature by the door.

The creature giggled at the sight before his eyes and Obi-Wan ran his fingers through his hair. Padmé looked at the damp lump on the floor beside her. “Th-tank yu,” she breathlessly murmured. “Tank yu.”

“Manna manna!” The spear was pointed at it. “Manna manna.”

Padmé looked at Obi-Wan and finally sat up, her back against the opposite wall. “Does he mean ...?”

“I don’t know,” he slowly replied. “My attention is elsewhere.”

She noticed his breathing still matched her own; he’d not as fully mastered it as she’d thought. “Tank yu,” she repeated in an attempt to catch her breath.

“Meecho entzahee roda sta,” their companion chittered; his amusement could be heard under his words as he dragged the dead thing away. Once they were alone, Padmé and Obi-Wan looked at each other, from opposite sides of the hut, in the bare wisps of moonlight that managed to sneak in. Padmé straightened and sat cross-legged, her hands in her lap.

She swallowed, suddenly nervous and shy. “Shall we talk about what happened?”

“Will you answer my question?”

They looked at each other, then; she looked at his shoulder and then his hands before she finally met his gaze which had wandered from her knee to her hands. She’d noticed his tunic hadn’t been closed. “Will we speak honestly?”

“Why would you assume I would not?” Quiet puzzlement echoed through the question.

“Jedi are known for their diplomacy and mind tricks.”

“You were the most strong-minded person I know,” he smiled faintly. “I don’t think that’s changed in the six years since we met. Nor would you allow me to be diplomatic.”

She ducked her head, to study her hands again, and a slight intake of breath was heard. Courage, perhaps, to face the question. “I was glad Anakin hadn’t accompanied you because I had hoped to see you again.” She finally looked at him. “On your own. You saved my planet, my people, with your former Master, and since then, I’ve thought about you.

“Often,” she finished softly. “Not only did you rescue my planet or, at least,” she added quickly, “help in the rescue, you took a small boy into your care to raise. That stayed with me all these years. You’re also very handsome,” a soft laugh. “So, I hope, you can understand how, to a young Queen, you were alluring.” Her lips quirked, crookedly. “I wanted to see if you resembled the ideal of my dreams and I did not wish to be distracted while I did.”

She couldn’t see his wry smile nor the heat in his cheeks; the light did not allow it. Instead, she heard it. “What happened was the natural chemical after-effects of being chased by beings intent on our death and capture. And,” he quietly reminded, “we are still being sought.”

“Of course,” she replied, subdued. “Of course.” They sat in silence. Padmé looked at him discreetly, a shadow against lighter shadow. “Why would a Jedi react that way?”

“... excuse me?” He glanced back to her; he’d been studying the confines of the hut.

“The after-effects you mentioned. Why would a Jedi react in that manner? Was your reaction typical for a Jedi?”

He couldn’t answer; he knew whatever response he gave would fall flatly between them and she would hear the lie. The quiet stretched between them uncomfortably; outside, the forest was alive and the smell of roasting flesh reached him. “No,” he eventually murmured, keenly aware she was waiting for an answer. “It wasn’t typical.” Despite his hushed tones, it was as though he had spoken aloud.

“Why did you react like that?”

“I reacted because ...” He paused in an attempt to collect his dignity. It fled. “I reacted in that manner because you’re beautiful.” She blushed. “You’ve grown more beautiful during the time since I last saw you.”

“You ... think that?”

“I do,” he admitted. “I’ve always admired what you sacrificed for Naboo. I admired the Handmaiden as well as the Queen. Anakin speaks of you fondly so you are always in my thoughts, especially when I least expect you to be, and my thoughts linger on the promise you were. That you have fulfilled, grown into. I would never have acted but, then, there were those after-effects that prompted me to suddenly react to a chance that was suddenly available.

“It is not love.

“But it could become so,” he finished in an almost-whisper.

“Regardless of affiliation?”

“Regardless of affiliation.”
Armchair DM: Matt's Cats: New Toy!armchairdm on March 21st, 2010 02:58 am (UTC)
Busted! Oh man... I really can't wait for the next installment! This is agonising...
Angel... Dark Wings Descending...: obidalaangel_in_tears on March 22nd, 2010 02:51 am (UTC)
Awww! I can't believe they got interrupted *damn* lol ^^
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on March 22nd, 2010 05:08 am (UTC)
This does come from the mind of the person who gave everyone Through the Window.
Angel... Dark Wings Descending...angel_in_tears on March 22nd, 2010 06:03 am (UTC)
HAH! Point. I'm glad you linked that, I can't stop giggling :)
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on March 22nd, 2010 10:30 am (UTC)
You're very welcome; that one was very fun to write!