Fourteen Days
Title: Fourteen Days
Characters: Obi-Wan/Siri, Luke, Leia
Rating: PG
Warnings: Implied boinking, excessive cute
Summary: AU. Not even Jedi are above nature...
Siri’s mornings weren’t terribly complicated when she was at the Temple. Wake up, roll over and get out of bed, dress, head down to the cafeteria for breakfast. After that was all entirely variable, but without fail, those four events were what defined her experience post-waking every morning.
Except for the times when there were road bumps.
This morning promised to be much the same. Siri woke up, sprawled across the sleep couch in her quarters with the morning sun shining directly down on her face. Many Jedi, particularly the younger generation of Knights just coming into their titles, preferred to put their beds in a place where they wouldn’t be disturbed by the sun. Siri needed it to get up at all, otherwise she’d just lay here all day long. The occasions she had to be at the Temple were deliberately few these days, and she wanted to be able to accomplish what she was here for without fuss or delay. All part of the routine, and as Siri blinked sleep from her eyes, she decided that, indeed, today seemed much like every other morning.
Until she tried to sit up and stretch, and hissed suddenly as a sharp pain lanced across her abdomen. Wrapping her arms reflexively around herself, Siri turned her focus inward, pushing through the fogginess of sleep. She knew that pain, and grumbled to herself as she carefully slid across the sleep couch, trying not to stretch contracted muscles as she dressed and made her way to the turbolifts, glad that there weren’t any other Jedi moving around the hallway at this hour.
Counting back in her head as she pushed the button for the cafeteria’s level, Siri nodded to herself. It was about midway through her cycle, and while ovulation didn’t always hurt like this, it wasn’t uncommon. A cup of caf and some food in her and things would be better. She’d just have to make sure she didn’t run into--
The turbolift slowed and stopped a floor above the cafeteria, and Siri got herself fully prepared to be mildly irritated at whoever was about to come between her and her cup of blissfully cramp-relieving caf. At least, until she saw who it was, at which point her brain made a sound not unlike that of a failing hyperdrive.
“Morning, Oafy,” she made herself say, suddenly very absorbed in cleaning smudges off her lightsaber with a corner of her cloak. How could she not have noticed how grimy it looked?
“Good morning, Siri,” Obi-Wan replied, pushing the button to close the turbolift doors. “Going down for some breakfast as well?”
She bet Obi-Wan’s lightsaber wasn’t as dirty as hers was. Looking over on the sly, she glared at it as it caught the light in the lift. Not a smudge on it.
“Yeah,” she muttered. “Breakfast.”
Unfortunately, directly to the side of the gleaming, perfect, spotless lightsaber...
Siri scrubbed angrily at the grip of her weapon. Keep a handle on yourself, woman, she mentally scolded. Acting like a bantha cow in heat isn’t very professional, and you’ve long since agreed with Obi-Wan to keep a strictly professional relationship.
Her hormone-addled primitive mind disagreed vehemently. Those were good genes right there, it argued. Millions of years of human evolution simply couldn’t be denied, not even by the strictest of Jedi. It could be acknowledged and set aside, but that took time and concentration and a space away from the object of one’s lustful thoughts.
“Siri? Siri, are you all right?”
A warm touch on her arm made Siri snap her head around. Obi-Wan’s blue-gray eyes were concerned as he looked her over carefully. “I’m fine, just fine.” She reached over and pulled a long brown hair off his tunic, arching a brow. “You, on the other hand, look like you had a rough night. Sleeping with the girls again?”
“Funny,” Obi-Wan replied, shooting her a look in an attempt to hide the flicker of relief that passed through his mind. “The twins have been restless lately--nightmares, the like. I was up for some time last night trying to get them to go back to sleep after one.”
“You think it’s their father?” Siri asked, lowering her voice as they emerged from the turbolift into the foyer area of the cafeteria. There were more Jedi here, Masters and Padawans, Knights, and apprentices all getting ready for their days. “They’re probably Force-bonded to him since they’re his kids.”
“I think it might be. Anakin still has a long way to go before he can be active in the Order again. He has much anger and darkness to work through, and he and Padme need to have this time to sort things out between them.”
“And once again, Obi-Wan Kenobi takes the burden on his shoulders without complaint.” She nudged him aside to grab a tray. “It’s been three years, Kenobi.”
“I like having Luke and Leia around, actually,” Obi-Wan replied, a little defensively, and Siri turned away and bit her lip. She knew how close Kenobi and his errant apprentice had been, and how much it had hurt him when Anakin had not confided his troubles. And how worried he’d been when Anakin dragged himself up the steps of the Temple, darkness flickering in and out of his mind, and called for more aid for Mace Windu at the Supreme Chancellor’s office.
Since then, many changes had come to the Order, not the least of which was what was done with Anakin’s children. Padme, depressed after what had happened to her husband and what had nearly happened to the Republic, had confessed to Obi-Wan that she wasn’t sure she could care for the newborn Luke and Leia. Without thinking, he’d offered to take them in, raise them until such time as Padme and Anakin were ready to assume their parental roles again.
The Council hadn’t been best pleased, but it was already done and Padme hadn’t trusted anyone else with her children. They allowed Obi-Wan to retain guardianship of Luke and Leia, and granted visitation to the twins’ parents as often as it was requested. It was a unique situation; the children had a living Jedi father, and could sense him through the Force. Unfortunately that meant his moods could easily impact them, and so Obi-Wan stayed with them as much as he could, affording what mental protection he could when Anakin’s mood darkened. It still manifested in them as nightmares and periods of unnatural quietude, but it wasn’t as bad as it had been in the first year.
“It’s nice having such youth around an old man like me,” Obi-Wan was saying, and Siri rolled her eyes.
“Watch it, Oafy,” she cautioned. “We’re almost the same age.”
He chuckled, and Siri felt a very predictable response in her gut. Obi-Wan’s laugh was rich and kind, and one of the more welcome noises in her life. Particularly now.
“I meant no offense, of course,” he said, placing a cup of strong caf and a bowl of cereal on her tray, along with a piece of fruit. She wrinkled her nose.
“Ruining my unhealthy breakfast.”
“Making sure you stay healthy.” A strange look flickered across his face. “I’ve almost lost one person important to me in the last few years, Siri. I wouldn’t want to actually lose one.”
*
Siri rolled her sleeve down, sighing in relief. The hypospray the Emdee droid had just administered would help with the twinges of pain in her abdomen. The emotional and physical urges she would have to deal with by herself.
Her path took her along one of the walled gardens on this level of the Temple. They were near the flat roof of the ziggurat, and light filtered in through plasglas ceilings, sparkling on the gardens below. This one had a more tropical feel to it--big, broad-leaved plants in verdant greens and shocking purples and blues, a waterfall with a stream that ran to a pool filled with brightly colored aquatic creatures that floated lazily just beneath the surface. In the tops of the trees that reached up to the ceiling itself, avians called to each other and flitted from branch to branch.
For a moment, Siri paused, going to lean on the railing of the walkway and breathe in the humid air. In these places, younglings would come and be instructed in the most basic of Jedi lessons--all life was joined by the Force, and all things came from the Force, and that Jedi served life and revered it above all things.
She remembered her own lessons here. One of her earliest memories, actually, was sitting in this very garden, staring wide-eyed around at the plants and the animals in here. She’d been with her creche-group, and even then, her and Obi-Wan and the rest of their group had been sitting together. Obi-Wan had always been the more serious of them, the more attuned to the Force even from that stage.
Siri doubted either of them could pinpoint the moment when they began to have feelings for each other. It just seemed to happen. But she could remember the moment when she’d retreated back into herself and taken that part of herself along and buried it deep. She could remember the exact minute.
A child’s shout of joy brought her out of her thoughts, and Siri looked down onto the little grassy area where the creche groups were brought to listen to their teachers, expecting to see a class coming in. Instead, there were only three figures, and suddenly she was very torn between running away and staying to watch.
Luke, she figured, was going to be the spitting image of his father. He was blond and blue-eyed, with that same cleft chin and an apparent penchant for reckless behavior, as without so much as a thought he skidded right up to the edge of the pool and stuck his hands in, going after the creatures in the water.
Leia, conversely, looked so much like her mother Siri idly wondered if Padme had sent to Kamino for a cloned embryo, then shook her head. That wasn’t the kind of thing to be thinking about this child. Her brown hair was loosely braided, and she walked beside Obi-Wan with her hand clasped tightly to his, big brown eyes serious as she took in the place.
“You can’t catch many fish with your bare hands, Luke,” Obi-Wan said to his young charge. Leaving Leia to stare fixatedly at a bright flower, he went and gently pulled the boy back from the pool. “And I don’t want you falling in.”
“I wouldn’!” Luke insisted, crossing his arms. Obi-Wan just smiled and knelt, using his cloak to dry Luke’s arms off.
“I know you wouldn’t. But there’s nothing wrong with being safe, and I wouldn’t want any harm to come to you.” He reached up and ruffled Luke’s hair. “Come, let’s sit on the grass. I have something to tell you. You are both Jedi; when you’re grown up, your strength will flow from the Force...”
Siri backed away silently, leaving the walkway and continuing back into the Temple proper, a little smile on her face, and a growing ache in her chest.
*
The next night, as she was getting ready for bed, her door chimed. Glancing at the chrono, Siri arched a brow and made her way through the living area of her quarters, probing ahead with her mind to see who would come calling at this hour.
“Little late for the good Jedi boys and girls to be awake, isn’t it, Oafy?” she asked when she opened the door, wishing she wasn’t just in a sleep shirt and the loose pants she wore to bed. She felt far too revealed right now, with her body rebelling against all attempts at control. “What are you doing out of bed?”
Obi-Wan smiled at her in that patient way of his, but his eyes seemed tired and his whole body had a bit of a sag to it. “If we’re talking about good Jedi boys and girls, Siri, I believe neither of us can be included,” he replied. “May I come in?”
She stepped aside. “Sure. I was just about to go lights-out, but you look like you need something.”
He waited until the door had slid shut again before sitting. “I just came back from the creche,” he said.
“More nightmares?”
“Anakin has but a few more hurdles to pass,” he said quietly. “But they are the most difficult of all. And after that, the Council must decide what to do about him.”
“Why? They’ve already put him through the most intense courses of therapy, something no Jedi has needed before, they’ve called in specialists from around the galaxy--”
“It’s not just the trauma and stress from the war, or his long road to redemption from the dark side. They have to decide if they want to expel him from the Order for marrying, for being attached in a way that clearly affected his judgment when performing his duties as a Jedi.”
Siri snorted, bringing over two cups of tea. “I thought we’d worked through all this, but I should know the Council works at the speed of a drugged slug,” she replied. “Change comes but slowly to those who have gotten used to things staying the same.”
“Padme and the children are what’s gotten Anakin this far. Thinking of them, of being a good father and a better husband, have been his motivation. If that’s stripped from him... Siri, I fear he might lose all the progress he’s made.”
“‘A Jedi does not know fear,’” Siri quoted, but sighed, looking worriedly at her friend. “Look, this is out of your hands. You won’t be asked to join in on the Council decision because you’re unable to be neutral about this...”
“I know,” Obi-Wan interrupted, but his voice was gentle and his smile grateful. Something in her chest contracted. “I just needed to hear it, I think. When one spends all of one’s time dealing with either diplomats, stodgy old Masters, or a set of three-year-old twins, one forgets how to talk to one’s equal.”
“Just equal?” Siri asked, narrowing her eyes. That got him to laugh, and they both smiled, and when that subsided the strange look in his eyes from before was back. Siri felt what was coming like a wave running to shore, and thought, Just this once, I’m going to surrender to this. Just this once.
“More than that,” he replied.
*
The morning light streamed in through the window, and Siri grumbled and pulled the pillow over her head.
Or tried to, anyway. It was held down by what seemed to be a fuzzy rock.
Oh wait, that was a face.
Siri twisted around and looked over her shoulder, allowing herself a moment of pure smugness. Obi-Wan looked exhausted still, but more along the lines of a large, content feline. Just because they were old didn’t mean they couldn’t still be satisfying.
And it had been very satisfying. Her body wasn’t yelling at her with the primal urge to mate, but more than that, it felt like a weight was lifted off her chest. She turned onto her stomach and sleepily watched her--lover? friend?--partner wake up.
“Well,” Obi-Wan murmured, voice a delicious rumble that made her shiver from head to toe. “That was interesting.”
“I think this proves conclusively that I am more than your equal, Obi-Wan Kenobi,” Siri said, poking him in the chest. He laughed, but it was subdued, and he quieted until he was simply looking at her, touching a lock of blond hair with fingers calloused and scarred from too much fighting and not enough time to heal.
“I think you are getting ahead of yourself, Master Tachi. Perhaps your mind’s not able to work without an infusion of caf first?”
She snatched the pillow and smacked him with it, then got off the sleep couch before he could retaliate, stretching languidly and collecting their clothes. “My mind works just fine, thank you.”
“Clearly.” He got up, pulling on his pants, tunic, boots in turn. “That doesn’t stop me from wanting a cup of caf.”
“Me either.” She grinned; today was going to be a good day. “Let’s get some breakfast.”
*
It took almost a month more for Siri to no longer be quite so pleased about coming out on top.
Characters: Obi-Wan/Siri, Luke, Leia
Rating: PG
Warnings: Implied boinking, excessive cute
Summary: AU. Not even Jedi are above nature...
Siri’s mornings weren’t terribly complicated when she was at the Temple. Wake up, roll over and get out of bed, dress, head down to the cafeteria for breakfast. After that was all entirely variable, but without fail, those four events were what defined her experience post-waking every morning.
Except for the times when there were road bumps.
This morning promised to be much the same. Siri woke up, sprawled across the sleep couch in her quarters with the morning sun shining directly down on her face. Many Jedi, particularly the younger generation of Knights just coming into their titles, preferred to put their beds in a place where they wouldn’t be disturbed by the sun. Siri needed it to get up at all, otherwise she’d just lay here all day long. The occasions she had to be at the Temple were deliberately few these days, and she wanted to be able to accomplish what she was here for without fuss or delay. All part of the routine, and as Siri blinked sleep from her eyes, she decided that, indeed, today seemed much like every other morning.
Until she tried to sit up and stretch, and hissed suddenly as a sharp pain lanced across her abdomen. Wrapping her arms reflexively around herself, Siri turned her focus inward, pushing through the fogginess of sleep. She knew that pain, and grumbled to herself as she carefully slid across the sleep couch, trying not to stretch contracted muscles as she dressed and made her way to the turbolifts, glad that there weren’t any other Jedi moving around the hallway at this hour.
Counting back in her head as she pushed the button for the cafeteria’s level, Siri nodded to herself. It was about midway through her cycle, and while ovulation didn’t always hurt like this, it wasn’t uncommon. A cup of caf and some food in her and things would be better. She’d just have to make sure she didn’t run into--
The turbolift slowed and stopped a floor above the cafeteria, and Siri got herself fully prepared to be mildly irritated at whoever was about to come between her and her cup of blissfully cramp-relieving caf. At least, until she saw who it was, at which point her brain made a sound not unlike that of a failing hyperdrive.
“Morning, Oafy,” she made herself say, suddenly very absorbed in cleaning smudges off her lightsaber with a corner of her cloak. How could she not have noticed how grimy it looked?
“Good morning, Siri,” Obi-Wan replied, pushing the button to close the turbolift doors. “Going down for some breakfast as well?”
She bet Obi-Wan’s lightsaber wasn’t as dirty as hers was. Looking over on the sly, she glared at it as it caught the light in the lift. Not a smudge on it.
“Yeah,” she muttered. “Breakfast.”
Unfortunately, directly to the side of the gleaming, perfect, spotless lightsaber...
Siri scrubbed angrily at the grip of her weapon. Keep a handle on yourself, woman, she mentally scolded. Acting like a bantha cow in heat isn’t very professional, and you’ve long since agreed with Obi-Wan to keep a strictly professional relationship.
Her hormone-addled primitive mind disagreed vehemently. Those were good genes right there, it argued. Millions of years of human evolution simply couldn’t be denied, not even by the strictest of Jedi. It could be acknowledged and set aside, but that took time and concentration and a space away from the object of one’s lustful thoughts.
“Siri? Siri, are you all right?”
A warm touch on her arm made Siri snap her head around. Obi-Wan’s blue-gray eyes were concerned as he looked her over carefully. “I’m fine, just fine.” She reached over and pulled a long brown hair off his tunic, arching a brow. “You, on the other hand, look like you had a rough night. Sleeping with the girls again?”
“Funny,” Obi-Wan replied, shooting her a look in an attempt to hide the flicker of relief that passed through his mind. “The twins have been restless lately--nightmares, the like. I was up for some time last night trying to get them to go back to sleep after one.”
“You think it’s their father?” Siri asked, lowering her voice as they emerged from the turbolift into the foyer area of the cafeteria. There were more Jedi here, Masters and Padawans, Knights, and apprentices all getting ready for their days. “They’re probably Force-bonded to him since they’re his kids.”
“I think it might be. Anakin still has a long way to go before he can be active in the Order again. He has much anger and darkness to work through, and he and Padme need to have this time to sort things out between them.”
“And once again, Obi-Wan Kenobi takes the burden on his shoulders without complaint.” She nudged him aside to grab a tray. “It’s been three years, Kenobi.”
“I like having Luke and Leia around, actually,” Obi-Wan replied, a little defensively, and Siri turned away and bit her lip. She knew how close Kenobi and his errant apprentice had been, and how much it had hurt him when Anakin had not confided his troubles. And how worried he’d been when Anakin dragged himself up the steps of the Temple, darkness flickering in and out of his mind, and called for more aid for Mace Windu at the Supreme Chancellor’s office.
Since then, many changes had come to the Order, not the least of which was what was done with Anakin’s children. Padme, depressed after what had happened to her husband and what had nearly happened to the Republic, had confessed to Obi-Wan that she wasn’t sure she could care for the newborn Luke and Leia. Without thinking, he’d offered to take them in, raise them until such time as Padme and Anakin were ready to assume their parental roles again.
The Council hadn’t been best pleased, but it was already done and Padme hadn’t trusted anyone else with her children. They allowed Obi-Wan to retain guardianship of Luke and Leia, and granted visitation to the twins’ parents as often as it was requested. It was a unique situation; the children had a living Jedi father, and could sense him through the Force. Unfortunately that meant his moods could easily impact them, and so Obi-Wan stayed with them as much as he could, affording what mental protection he could when Anakin’s mood darkened. It still manifested in them as nightmares and periods of unnatural quietude, but it wasn’t as bad as it had been in the first year.
“It’s nice having such youth around an old man like me,” Obi-Wan was saying, and Siri rolled her eyes.
“Watch it, Oafy,” she cautioned. “We’re almost the same age.”
He chuckled, and Siri felt a very predictable response in her gut. Obi-Wan’s laugh was rich and kind, and one of the more welcome noises in her life. Particularly now.
“I meant no offense, of course,” he said, placing a cup of strong caf and a bowl of cereal on her tray, along with a piece of fruit. She wrinkled her nose.
“Ruining my unhealthy breakfast.”
“Making sure you stay healthy.” A strange look flickered across his face. “I’ve almost lost one person important to me in the last few years, Siri. I wouldn’t want to actually lose one.”
*
Siri rolled her sleeve down, sighing in relief. The hypospray the Emdee droid had just administered would help with the twinges of pain in her abdomen. The emotional and physical urges she would have to deal with by herself.
Her path took her along one of the walled gardens on this level of the Temple. They were near the flat roof of the ziggurat, and light filtered in through plasglas ceilings, sparkling on the gardens below. This one had a more tropical feel to it--big, broad-leaved plants in verdant greens and shocking purples and blues, a waterfall with a stream that ran to a pool filled with brightly colored aquatic creatures that floated lazily just beneath the surface. In the tops of the trees that reached up to the ceiling itself, avians called to each other and flitted from branch to branch.
For a moment, Siri paused, going to lean on the railing of the walkway and breathe in the humid air. In these places, younglings would come and be instructed in the most basic of Jedi lessons--all life was joined by the Force, and all things came from the Force, and that Jedi served life and revered it above all things.
She remembered her own lessons here. One of her earliest memories, actually, was sitting in this very garden, staring wide-eyed around at the plants and the animals in here. She’d been with her creche-group, and even then, her and Obi-Wan and the rest of their group had been sitting together. Obi-Wan had always been the more serious of them, the more attuned to the Force even from that stage.
Siri doubted either of them could pinpoint the moment when they began to have feelings for each other. It just seemed to happen. But she could remember the moment when she’d retreated back into herself and taken that part of herself along and buried it deep. She could remember the exact minute.
A child’s shout of joy brought her out of her thoughts, and Siri looked down onto the little grassy area where the creche groups were brought to listen to their teachers, expecting to see a class coming in. Instead, there were only three figures, and suddenly she was very torn between running away and staying to watch.
Luke, she figured, was going to be the spitting image of his father. He was blond and blue-eyed, with that same cleft chin and an apparent penchant for reckless behavior, as without so much as a thought he skidded right up to the edge of the pool and stuck his hands in, going after the creatures in the water.
Leia, conversely, looked so much like her mother Siri idly wondered if Padme had sent to Kamino for a cloned embryo, then shook her head. That wasn’t the kind of thing to be thinking about this child. Her brown hair was loosely braided, and she walked beside Obi-Wan with her hand clasped tightly to his, big brown eyes serious as she took in the place.
“You can’t catch many fish with your bare hands, Luke,” Obi-Wan said to his young charge. Leaving Leia to stare fixatedly at a bright flower, he went and gently pulled the boy back from the pool. “And I don’t want you falling in.”
“I wouldn’!” Luke insisted, crossing his arms. Obi-Wan just smiled and knelt, using his cloak to dry Luke’s arms off.
“I know you wouldn’t. But there’s nothing wrong with being safe, and I wouldn’t want any harm to come to you.” He reached up and ruffled Luke’s hair. “Come, let’s sit on the grass. I have something to tell you. You are both Jedi; when you’re grown up, your strength will flow from the Force...”
Siri backed away silently, leaving the walkway and continuing back into the Temple proper, a little smile on her face, and a growing ache in her chest.
*
The next night, as she was getting ready for bed, her door chimed. Glancing at the chrono, Siri arched a brow and made her way through the living area of her quarters, probing ahead with her mind to see who would come calling at this hour.
“Little late for the good Jedi boys and girls to be awake, isn’t it, Oafy?” she asked when she opened the door, wishing she wasn’t just in a sleep shirt and the loose pants she wore to bed. She felt far too revealed right now, with her body rebelling against all attempts at control. “What are you doing out of bed?”
Obi-Wan smiled at her in that patient way of his, but his eyes seemed tired and his whole body had a bit of a sag to it. “If we’re talking about good Jedi boys and girls, Siri, I believe neither of us can be included,” he replied. “May I come in?”
She stepped aside. “Sure. I was just about to go lights-out, but you look like you need something.”
He waited until the door had slid shut again before sitting. “I just came back from the creche,” he said.
“More nightmares?”
“Anakin has but a few more hurdles to pass,” he said quietly. “But they are the most difficult of all. And after that, the Council must decide what to do about him.”
“Why? They’ve already put him through the most intense courses of therapy, something no Jedi has needed before, they’ve called in specialists from around the galaxy--”
“It’s not just the trauma and stress from the war, or his long road to redemption from the dark side. They have to decide if they want to expel him from the Order for marrying, for being attached in a way that clearly affected his judgment when performing his duties as a Jedi.”
Siri snorted, bringing over two cups of tea. “I thought we’d worked through all this, but I should know the Council works at the speed of a drugged slug,” she replied. “Change comes but slowly to those who have gotten used to things staying the same.”
“Padme and the children are what’s gotten Anakin this far. Thinking of them, of being a good father and a better husband, have been his motivation. If that’s stripped from him... Siri, I fear he might lose all the progress he’s made.”
“‘A Jedi does not know fear,’” Siri quoted, but sighed, looking worriedly at her friend. “Look, this is out of your hands. You won’t be asked to join in on the Council decision because you’re unable to be neutral about this...”
“I know,” Obi-Wan interrupted, but his voice was gentle and his smile grateful. Something in her chest contracted. “I just needed to hear it, I think. When one spends all of one’s time dealing with either diplomats, stodgy old Masters, or a set of three-year-old twins, one forgets how to talk to one’s equal.”
“Just equal?” Siri asked, narrowing her eyes. That got him to laugh, and they both smiled, and when that subsided the strange look in his eyes from before was back. Siri felt what was coming like a wave running to shore, and thought, Just this once, I’m going to surrender to this. Just this once.
“More than that,” he replied.
*
The morning light streamed in through the window, and Siri grumbled and pulled the pillow over her head.
Or tried to, anyway. It was held down by what seemed to be a fuzzy rock.
Oh wait, that was a face.
Siri twisted around and looked over her shoulder, allowing herself a moment of pure smugness. Obi-Wan looked exhausted still, but more along the lines of a large, content feline. Just because they were old didn’t mean they couldn’t still be satisfying.
And it had been very satisfying. Her body wasn’t yelling at her with the primal urge to mate, but more than that, it felt like a weight was lifted off her chest. She turned onto her stomach and sleepily watched her--lover? friend?--partner wake up.
“Well,” Obi-Wan murmured, voice a delicious rumble that made her shiver from head to toe. “That was interesting.”
“I think this proves conclusively that I am more than your equal, Obi-Wan Kenobi,” Siri said, poking him in the chest. He laughed, but it was subdued, and he quieted until he was simply looking at her, touching a lock of blond hair with fingers calloused and scarred from too much fighting and not enough time to heal.
“I think you are getting ahead of yourself, Master Tachi. Perhaps your mind’s not able to work without an infusion of caf first?”
She snatched the pillow and smacked him with it, then got off the sleep couch before he could retaliate, stretching languidly and collecting their clothes. “My mind works just fine, thank you.”
“Clearly.” He got up, pulling on his pants, tunic, boots in turn. “That doesn’t stop me from wanting a cup of caf.”
“Me either.” She grinned; today was going to be a good day. “Let’s get some breakfast.”
*
It took almost a month more for Siri to no longer be quite so pleased about coming out on top.