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The apartment was empty when Ewan returned to it. Which honestly was showcasing a bit of a trend that he didn’t really care for.
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TITLE: Between Space & Time
RATING: R - because Ewan likes to cuss
PAIRING: nothing yet, will end up (eventually) Ewan/Anakin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: Heh, I own nothing. Ewan owns himself as does anybody else that is a real person in real life. George Lucas owns everyone that that is property of Star Wars. I make no money off of them. Don’t sue.
Between Space & Time – Part 12
The apartment was empty when Ewan returned to it. Which honestly was showcasing a bit of a trend that he didn’t really care for.
At least this time he hadn’t had to have someone walk him back to it. It had taken him four trips down wrong hallways (and really had anyone thought of numbering the fucking doors?) before he’d found the one that his palm worked on.
He shrugged out of the cloak that Anakin had forced around him that morning, even though he wasn’t going outside and it really hadn’t been that cold even if he had planned on it and unclipped the lightsaber that he still didn’t know how to use from his belt and tossed everything into a pile on the couch.
Then thought better of it and hung the cloak up on what he assumed were the little hooks for exactly that purpose and placed the lightsaber on the metal table right next to the couch.
He sat, decided that he’d rather lay and made himself as comfortable as he could considering his legs hung over the arm of the one side. He closed his eyes and tried to force his body to relax.
He hadn’t thought that working on just keeping somebody out of his mind would make him so tired. And there had been moments when he hadn’t even felt Ki-Adi Mundi breach his pathetic defenses which left him to wonder exactly what the Jedi knew about him.
What Anakin knew about him.
He did the deep breathing exercises that Yoda had recommended and let his mind drift.
It worked for maybe ten minutes before he heard the door ‘swish’ open and Anakin’s low amused laugh.
He smiled in response and it was a few seconds at most before he felt gentle lips pressed against his own and the weight of Anakin’s body settling down on his.
Fingers combed through his hair and if he’d been a cat he would have been purring and arching (well he was kind of arching but he was definitely not purring).
They laid there for long minutes, lips moving lazily against each other, neither moving to deepen the kiss.
Maybe Anakin could sense the same thing Ewan could. That it was to soon, things were still to uncertain.
And while Ewan was okay with the kissing thing, the sex thing was another issue. He thought he should exhaust all his options of getting home first, and if (when) they all failed then he could move into another relationship.
There was also the fact that he thought they should at least have an official date before sex commenced, he didn’t want Anakin to think him easy or something.
Their lips parted and Ewan remembered that breathing was mandatory while Anakin laid his head on his shoulder. As the bigger person Ewan thought Anakin should be on the bottom so he could lay his head down. But it seemed comforting and Anakin’s weight grounded him in the here and now.
He wrapped his arms loosely around Anakin’s shoulders and laid his cheek against Anakin’s hair and once more closed his eyes.
“So what did you do today?” he asked suddenly. Then flushed. Because wow, that was very domestic and a little to ‘50’s housewife for his liking.
Anakin snickered and Ewan was suddenly glad that Anakin’s head was lying down and he couldn’t see his face, the fact that Anakin could probably sense his embarrassment was bad enough.
But he’d thought Anakin was going to return for him once Ki-Adi Mundi was done torturing him. He’d never said that he would but Ewan had thought that since they’d made up and Anakin wasn’t avoiding him anymore that he would have been waiting on the other side of the door.
He wondered what had been more important to Anakin then him.
“I met with Padmé again at Master Yoda’s behest,” Anakin lifted his head to look at him, Ewan was going for indifference (because really what did it matter that Anakin was meeting with Padmé when he was quite obviously in love with Obi-Wan) but wasn’t sure if he was pulling it off.
“She still wants to meet with you.”
“Why?” And Ewan was genuinely curious, because he couldn’t remember Padmé and Obi-Wan being all that close of friends.
“Because she’s your friend and she cares about you.”
Right, not in the movie adaptation, the fact that the two male leads were very obviously gay and in a romantic relationship should have been a dead giveaway.
And either Ewan was imagining things or Anakin sounded just a tad bit jealous of Obi-Wan’s friendship with Padmé.
Of course if he mentioned that to Anakin it would be vehemently denied.
“You don’t like her,” he finally said.
“She monopolizes your time when she’s here with issues that any diplomat could handle. She certainly doesn’t need to utilize the Jedi and especially you every single time,” Anakin sounded huffy and annoyed.
“She does know about the whole memory thing right?” Because honestly Ewan couldn’t see any reason with missing memories for him to have to sit with her.
“Yes she knows,” Anakin rolled his eyes and his hands tightened on Ewan’s arms.
“She thinks that maybe seeing her will trigger memories to return.”
“Why would seeing her cause that when you didn’t?” Ewan frowned.
Because it wasn’t like there were any actual memories to be found but why would the person that he was living with, sleeping with and seeing on a quite regular basis not cause them to return but someone that had been gone for months by Anakin’s own admission do so.
Was there something going on here that he didn’t know about?
“Because she’s a queen, former. And as such she has special skills that allow her to do things like this,” Ewan stared at him with wide eyes.
Because that was amazingly bitchy even for Anakin. Sarcastic and annoyed and it seemed that whatever the relationship had been between Obi-Wan and Padmé… Anakin really hadn’t liked it and was making no attempt to hide the fact.
“You don’t have anything to worry about,” he said softly. Because he really didn’t. Obi-Wan had at times when he’d talked about Anakin looked as if the younger man was his entire world and then some.
And Ewan himself seemed to have grown almost impossibly attached to him in a just a few short days.
“Of course I don’t,” Anakin smirked, and with a movement that Ewan didn’t think quite took into account the law of physics managed to flip them so that Ewan was resting on top of him. Anakin’s legs spread and Ewan was lying right in the V they created staring down at him with just a bit of shock.
Anakin was hard and pressed right up against him, hands linked on Ewan’s back, holding him place. And he was only human after all, he could feel his body responding to the heat under him.
Fuck, they might be having the sex discussion a bit sooner than he’d planned, and he might not even get the first date either.
“Because you’re mine.”
They were really going to have to talk about this thinking of people as possessions thing that Anakin was currently doing.
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Ewan wasn’t sure this was a good idea. He sure as hell didn’t want to be doing this alone.
But Yoda had been very firm, ‘you may not accompany Master Kenobi’, Anakin had been told. Anakin had looked infuriated and Ewan had let one of Padmé’s guards lead him away before he could blow up.
He thought Yoda could more than handle himself.
And now he stood outside the door, and thought again that this wasn’t a good idea.
The guard opened the door and waved him past and he moved awkwardly in. Hands shoved into his robes in a move mimicked from the movies.
“Obi-Wan,” her voice was warm, a far cry from the monotone that Natalie had assumed during the movies.
Padmé walked towards him, hands outstretched and he was forced to release his from the confines of his robes to allow her to take them. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.
She stepped back, did not release his hands and eyed him intently.
He didn’t fidget but only by sheer willpower.
“Well you’re looking well,” she smiled, released one hand and used the other to pull him in the direction of the couch.
“Thank you…” he waited for her to sit and once she was comfortable he sat opposite her.
“So the reason that I wanted to speak with you,” she began slowly.
And she began to talk, and talk, and talk some more. Ewan was required to do nothing more than periodically nod his head to show he was still conscious.
He tried not to fidget, sitting on the couch with ramrod straight posture. Trying to look interested in what was being said.
So far nothing that Padmé had deigned to discuss seemed important enough to him to warrant a Jedi’s involvement. Granted he was pretty much relying on the fact that the Jedi got involved in only instances of crisis or war, but still…
He’d thought that Anakin’s jealousy and possessiveness had taken over his brain, that he didn’t want to share Obi-Wan with anyone that he didn’t explicitly have to be told to share him with. But there was an off chance that maybe he was right about Padmé, that she utilized Obi-Wan and the Jedi when there was no need.
He wished he had a watch or that there was a visible clock. So he would know how long he’d been sitting there with what Eve had once called his ‘listening face’ on.
She’d made fun of it the first time she’d seen him affect it, she’d burst into laughter and said something in French that he hadn’t caught and had never managed to convince her to repeat.
But the ‘listening face’ had served him well.
It hit him then that he’d thought of Eve without feeling a wash of homesickness. He hoped it wasn’t a sign that he was forgetting his family; it had only been a few days, at the most a week.
He tapped his fingers against his knees lightly and wondered if he’d stayed long enough that he could make polite excuses and leave.
Anakin had probably been counting the minutes and was even now most likely pacing outside Padmé’s apartments contemplating eavesdropping by way of the Force or just bursting right in, the only thing stopping him would be the fear of Yoda’s wrath.
“I’m sorry to cut our meeting short, but I’m supposed to meet with Master Windu to discuss the physical regimen that Anakin has put in place for me.”
If he’d blinked he would have missed it. Utter hatred flitted across her face (quickly, expertly masked) at the mere mention of Anakin’s name.
“Of course… I know how important getting back into the swing of things must be for you. You’ll come see me again before I leave,” he inclined his head noncommittally (because over his dead body), Padmé smiled softly and they both stood.
He thought it rude to just rush to the door and vacate the premises as quickly as possible so he allowed her to walk him there where she paused.
He shifted on his feet uncomfortably and wondered if there was a password or phrase that he needed to utter before she let him leave.
She smiled again and reached out to touch his cheek. He stiffened involuntarily.
Where Anakin’s touch had felt right, normal, wanted. Padmé’s had him resisting the urge to flinch back. It was unwanted and more than that it felt wrong.
She felt wrong.
“I’m so glad that you are okay Obi-Wan,” her voice was quiet, and it seemed sincere. But it felt false.
She allowed her hand to drift back to cup the back of his head and she urged him towards her. Lips just barely touching his before he managed to throw off the shock and push her away.
“What. The. Fuck.” He managed to not scrub a hand over his mouth and ask for soap.
A kiss could not have felt any more wrong if it had been Chancellor Palpatine puckering up and telling him to ‘lay one on me big boy’, the image made him shudder and he flinched back from the hand that Padmé was reaching out to him.
“It’s okay,” she said fiercely. “Anakin doesn’t know.”
He stared at her in shock, because she could not be implying what it sounded like she was implying.
Then he turned, managed to get the door open without thinking to deeply about how and fled.
Yes it made him a coward.
He wasn’t sure how this Anakin would react but movie-verse Anakin would probably kill first and ask for proof of the supposed infidelity later.
The guard that had brought him over was waiting on the platform, Ewan wondered if he’d been waiting there the whole time or if he’d been summoned back when he’d fled the apartment.
There was no way that Obi-Wan had been having an affair with Padmé. Besides the fact that she was still alive and he kind of got the impression that Obi-Wan couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. When they’d spoke Obi-Wan had only talked of Anakin.
He never told you they were lovers. A little voice inside his head whispered.
Well he never even mentioned Padmé. He retorted sharply.
And now he was arguing with his own internal dialogue.
This so couldn’t be good for his continued mental health.
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The apartment was empty when Ewan returned to it. Which honestly was showcasing a bit of a trend that he didn’t really care for.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11
TITLE: Between Space & Time
RATING: R - because Ewan likes to cuss
PAIRING: nothing yet, will end up (eventually) Ewan/Anakin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: Heh, I own nothing. Ewan owns himself as does anybody else that is a real person in real life. George Lucas owns everyone that that is property of Star Wars. I make no money off of them. Don’t sue.
Between Space & Time – Part 12
The apartment was empty when Ewan returned to it. Which honestly was showcasing a bit of a trend that he didn’t really care for.
At least this time he hadn’t had to have someone walk him back to it. It had taken him four trips down wrong hallways (and really had anyone thought of numbering the fucking doors?) before he’d found the one that his palm worked on.
He shrugged out of the cloak that Anakin had forced around him that morning, even though he wasn’t going outside and it really hadn’t been that cold even if he had planned on it and unclipped the lightsaber that he still didn’t know how to use from his belt and tossed everything into a pile on the couch.
Then thought better of it and hung the cloak up on what he assumed were the little hooks for exactly that purpose and placed the lightsaber on the metal table right next to the couch.
He sat, decided that he’d rather lay and made himself as comfortable as he could considering his legs hung over the arm of the one side. He closed his eyes and tried to force his body to relax.
He hadn’t thought that working on just keeping somebody out of his mind would make him so tired. And there had been moments when he hadn’t even felt Ki-Adi Mundi breach his pathetic defenses which left him to wonder exactly what the Jedi knew about him.
What Anakin knew about him.
He did the deep breathing exercises that Yoda had recommended and let his mind drift.
It worked for maybe ten minutes before he heard the door ‘swish’ open and Anakin’s low amused laugh.
He smiled in response and it was a few seconds at most before he felt gentle lips pressed against his own and the weight of Anakin’s body settling down on his.
Fingers combed through his hair and if he’d been a cat he would have been purring and arching (well he was kind of arching but he was definitely not purring).
They laid there for long minutes, lips moving lazily against each other, neither moving to deepen the kiss.
Maybe Anakin could sense the same thing Ewan could. That it was to soon, things were still to uncertain.
And while Ewan was okay with the kissing thing, the sex thing was another issue. He thought he should exhaust all his options of getting home first, and if (when) they all failed then he could move into another relationship.
There was also the fact that he thought they should at least have an official date before sex commenced, he didn’t want Anakin to think him easy or something.
Their lips parted and Ewan remembered that breathing was mandatory while Anakin laid his head on his shoulder. As the bigger person Ewan thought Anakin should be on the bottom so he could lay his head down. But it seemed comforting and Anakin’s weight grounded him in the here and now.
He wrapped his arms loosely around Anakin’s shoulders and laid his cheek against Anakin’s hair and once more closed his eyes.
“So what did you do today?” he asked suddenly. Then flushed. Because wow, that was very domestic and a little to ‘50’s housewife for his liking.
Anakin snickered and Ewan was suddenly glad that Anakin’s head was lying down and he couldn’t see his face, the fact that Anakin could probably sense his embarrassment was bad enough.
But he’d thought Anakin was going to return for him once Ki-Adi Mundi was done torturing him. He’d never said that he would but Ewan had thought that since they’d made up and Anakin wasn’t avoiding him anymore that he would have been waiting on the other side of the door.
He wondered what had been more important to Anakin then him.
“I met with Padmé again at Master Yoda’s behest,” Anakin lifted his head to look at him, Ewan was going for indifference (because really what did it matter that Anakin was meeting with Padmé when he was quite obviously in love with Obi-Wan) but wasn’t sure if he was pulling it off.
“She still wants to meet with you.”
“Why?” And Ewan was genuinely curious, because he couldn’t remember Padmé and Obi-Wan being all that close of friends.
“Because she’s your friend and she cares about you.”
Right, not in the movie adaptation, the fact that the two male leads were very obviously gay and in a romantic relationship should have been a dead giveaway.
And either Ewan was imagining things or Anakin sounded just a tad bit jealous of Obi-Wan’s friendship with Padmé.
Of course if he mentioned that to Anakin it would be vehemently denied.
“You don’t like her,” he finally said.
“She monopolizes your time when she’s here with issues that any diplomat could handle. She certainly doesn’t need to utilize the Jedi and especially you every single time,” Anakin sounded huffy and annoyed.
“She does know about the whole memory thing right?” Because honestly Ewan couldn’t see any reason with missing memories for him to have to sit with her.
“Yes she knows,” Anakin rolled his eyes and his hands tightened on Ewan’s arms.
“She thinks that maybe seeing her will trigger memories to return.”
“Why would seeing her cause that when you didn’t?” Ewan frowned.
Because it wasn’t like there were any actual memories to be found but why would the person that he was living with, sleeping with and seeing on a quite regular basis not cause them to return but someone that had been gone for months by Anakin’s own admission do so.
Was there something going on here that he didn’t know about?
“Because she’s a queen, former. And as such she has special skills that allow her to do things like this,” Ewan stared at him with wide eyes.
Because that was amazingly bitchy even for Anakin. Sarcastic and annoyed and it seemed that whatever the relationship had been between Obi-Wan and Padmé… Anakin really hadn’t liked it and was making no attempt to hide the fact.
“You don’t have anything to worry about,” he said softly. Because he really didn’t. Obi-Wan had at times when he’d talked about Anakin looked as if the younger man was his entire world and then some.
And Ewan himself seemed to have grown almost impossibly attached to him in a just a few short days.
“Of course I don’t,” Anakin smirked, and with a movement that Ewan didn’t think quite took into account the law of physics managed to flip them so that Ewan was resting on top of him. Anakin’s legs spread and Ewan was lying right in the V they created staring down at him with just a bit of shock.
Anakin was hard and pressed right up against him, hands linked on Ewan’s back, holding him place. And he was only human after all, he could feel his body responding to the heat under him.
Fuck, they might be having the sex discussion a bit sooner than he’d planned, and he might not even get the first date either.
“Because you’re mine.”
They were really going to have to talk about this thinking of people as possessions thing that Anakin was currently doing.
Ewan wasn’t sure this was a good idea. He sure as hell didn’t want to be doing this alone.
But Yoda had been very firm, ‘you may not accompany Master Kenobi’, Anakin had been told. Anakin had looked infuriated and Ewan had let one of Padmé’s guards lead him away before he could blow up.
He thought Yoda could more than handle himself.
And now he stood outside the door, and thought again that this wasn’t a good idea.
The guard opened the door and waved him past and he moved awkwardly in. Hands shoved into his robes in a move mimicked from the movies.
“Obi-Wan,” her voice was warm, a far cry from the monotone that Natalie had assumed during the movies.
Padmé walked towards him, hands outstretched and he was forced to release his from the confines of his robes to allow her to take them. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.
She stepped back, did not release his hands and eyed him intently.
He didn’t fidget but only by sheer willpower.
“Well you’re looking well,” she smiled, released one hand and used the other to pull him in the direction of the couch.
“Thank you…” he waited for her to sit and once she was comfortable he sat opposite her.
“So the reason that I wanted to speak with you,” she began slowly.
And she began to talk, and talk, and talk some more. Ewan was required to do nothing more than periodically nod his head to show he was still conscious.
He tried not to fidget, sitting on the couch with ramrod straight posture. Trying to look interested in what was being said.
So far nothing that Padmé had deigned to discuss seemed important enough to him to warrant a Jedi’s involvement. Granted he was pretty much relying on the fact that the Jedi got involved in only instances of crisis or war, but still…
He’d thought that Anakin’s jealousy and possessiveness had taken over his brain, that he didn’t want to share Obi-Wan with anyone that he didn’t explicitly have to be told to share him with. But there was an off chance that maybe he was right about Padmé, that she utilized Obi-Wan and the Jedi when there was no need.
He wished he had a watch or that there was a visible clock. So he would know how long he’d been sitting there with what Eve had once called his ‘listening face’ on.
She’d made fun of it the first time she’d seen him affect it, she’d burst into laughter and said something in French that he hadn’t caught and had never managed to convince her to repeat.
But the ‘listening face’ had served him well.
It hit him then that he’d thought of Eve without feeling a wash of homesickness. He hoped it wasn’t a sign that he was forgetting his family; it had only been a few days, at the most a week.
He tapped his fingers against his knees lightly and wondered if he’d stayed long enough that he could make polite excuses and leave.
Anakin had probably been counting the minutes and was even now most likely pacing outside Padmé’s apartments contemplating eavesdropping by way of the Force or just bursting right in, the only thing stopping him would be the fear of Yoda’s wrath.
“I’m sorry to cut our meeting short, but I’m supposed to meet with Master Windu to discuss the physical regimen that Anakin has put in place for me.”
If he’d blinked he would have missed it. Utter hatred flitted across her face (quickly, expertly masked) at the mere mention of Anakin’s name.
“Of course… I know how important getting back into the swing of things must be for you. You’ll come see me again before I leave,” he inclined his head noncommittally (because over his dead body), Padmé smiled softly and they both stood.
He thought it rude to just rush to the door and vacate the premises as quickly as possible so he allowed her to walk him there where she paused.
He shifted on his feet uncomfortably and wondered if there was a password or phrase that he needed to utter before she let him leave.
She smiled again and reached out to touch his cheek. He stiffened involuntarily.
Where Anakin’s touch had felt right, normal, wanted. Padmé’s had him resisting the urge to flinch back. It was unwanted and more than that it felt wrong.
She felt wrong.
“I’m so glad that you are okay Obi-Wan,” her voice was quiet, and it seemed sincere. But it felt false.
She allowed her hand to drift back to cup the back of his head and she urged him towards her. Lips just barely touching his before he managed to throw off the shock and push her away.
“What. The. Fuck.” He managed to not scrub a hand over his mouth and ask for soap.
A kiss could not have felt any more wrong if it had been Chancellor Palpatine puckering up and telling him to ‘lay one on me big boy’, the image made him shudder and he flinched back from the hand that Padmé was reaching out to him.
“It’s okay,” she said fiercely. “Anakin doesn’t know.”
He stared at her in shock, because she could not be implying what it sounded like she was implying.
Then he turned, managed to get the door open without thinking to deeply about how and fled.
Yes it made him a coward.
He wasn’t sure how this Anakin would react but movie-verse Anakin would probably kill first and ask for proof of the supposed infidelity later.
The guard that had brought him over was waiting on the platform, Ewan wondered if he’d been waiting there the whole time or if he’d been summoned back when he’d fled the apartment.
There was no way that Obi-Wan had been having an affair with Padmé. Besides the fact that she was still alive and he kind of got the impression that Obi-Wan couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. When they’d spoke Obi-Wan had only talked of Anakin.
He never told you they were lovers. A little voice inside his head whispered.
Well he never even mentioned Padmé. He retorted sharply.
And now he was arguing with his own internal dialogue.
This so couldn’t be good for his continued mental health.
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Date: 2005-07-22 10:50 am (UTC)And I'm all for shoving sharp things in Padme's eyes. I really like your Anakin and Ewan.