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In a moment of passion, your lips fitted onto Obi-Wan’s perfectly. For a man who had lived most of his life repressing such emotions for the duty of the Order, he couldn’t help but feel that his feelings had been compromised.
Whether you meant it in good faith or not, Obi-Wan could barely settle or think straight during meetings. Politics be damned, at the end of every thought, his mind returned to that moment when you leaned in with such content and your soft lips enveloped his own. You’d lean back with your eyes closed and a small smile tugging at the end of your lips, blissfully unaware of the foreboding events to occur, yet he couldn’t keep his eyes off of them. It was only when your eyes fluttered open did you realise your mistake and pardoned yourself from the scene.
He wasn’t sure how to return back to normality after your sudden act. At first, he tried sleeping it off, the feeling of affection lingering on his lips as he slipped into a restless slumber. By morning, you immediately filled his head again and with great bewilderment, he couldn’t believe that it actually happened.
Then he tried to avoid you, hoping that the less he saw you the less he thought of you. You had him enamoured all over again when he would catch glimpses of you turning the corner down a hallway for training with others, an endless cycle of infatuation.
In fact, this infatuation had exposed him to thoughts he never thought a gentleman should have. He became so hypnotised that it started to affect his everyday life.
“…Master Kenobi?” A voice pulled him out of his trance. He had been staring at the edge of the battle console without blinking or listening to the others who stood around him.
“Hm, yes?” He returned. Anakin looked at him almost sorrowful as he rested his hand on his Master’s shoulder.
“Is everything alright? You’ve been… absent lately.” Of course, despite Obi-Wan being locked in his own prison of thoughts, he was still forever habitually devoted to his role and showed up for everything, but his mind would constantly return to that moment with you. It was conflicting for him, having such thoughts that would warrant him a straight shot to the dark side if he drifted too far into his own mind.
“You’re right, Anakin. My apologies, let’s go over the plan one last time.”
He thought his actions of avoiding you and keeping his head buried in work so that no intrusive thoughts of you floating back up to meet him, that was until he saw you standing there, on the balcony of the temple and staring out at the landscape of Coruscant at the sun was setting. His moments of peace were suddenly gone from the world and there you were, in his mind and in his eyes. He was smitten.
For the time he was so engrossed in keeping you away, he never considered how you might’ve felt about his sudden withdrawal from you. The air felt shaky and sullen, no doubt from you. Silly little crushes on Jedi are a big mistake, and no doubt you put a certain Jedi in a predicament.
And for that time, when the physical lingering had faded, Obi-Wan could no longer differentiate reality from his imagination, and it consumed him. In his mind, your kiss was longer and deeper than it was, and he had forgotten himself altogether in the process. While you look so contemplative and… Beautiful standing there, he thought that perhaps, just maybe, one more kiss couldn’t hurt?