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Possession

By: Aloysius Flyte

Rated: PG-13

Summary: Obi-Wan and Adia are reunited for the last time

Discalimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. No copyright infringement is intended. These stories are purely for my enjoyment and (hopefully) the enjoyment of those who visit this page. I am not making any money in this deal, just havin' a good time writing.

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~Listen as the wind blows

From across the great divide.

Voices trapped in yearning

Memories trapped in time.

The night is my companion

And solitude my guide

Would I spend forever here and not be satisfied?

And I would be the one

To hold you down,

Kiss you so hard

I’ll take your breath away

And after I wipe away your tears,

Just close your eyes, dear.~

Adia stared out across the courtyard she knew to be full of flowers and trees

but could not see them. The beautiful gardens her mother had started were

completely hidden from view. The night seemed blacker than usual. Behind her in

the bedroom, she could hear her husband snoring softly. Viceroy B’a’ru, a man

roughly thirty years her senior, always snored. Some nights it drove her insane.

Unable to take another moment, Adia closed the door to the balcony and returned

to her reverie, back to the silence and darkness that so often became her

refuge.

Her depthless blue eyes closed tight, shutting her off mentally from the

nighttime world. Memories she had tried time and again to forgot swam into view.

Memories of the first time she saw Obi-Wan. Their first kiss. The day he left.

The day she married Viceroy B’a’ru. The day she left him standing on the launch

pad with his Master. She had missed him every moment of every day since. And the

nights were even worse.

Much as she needed him to know how she cared, Adia had cautioned herself not to

write him, to leave him be and let the love he felt for her die. A painful death

she knew. And she could not find a way to end her own longing for him. Still,

the urge had been overwhelming. Despite an inner voice telling her not to, Adia

wrote him. She had written a long letter, mostly talking about mundane, boring

things like which emissaries she had most recently met with. And then had come

the signature. Agonizing over what she should say, the young queen eventually

decided on Love. She waited each day for the mail to arrive, hoping for a

response. None had arrived.

She wondered if he would feel when reading the word the way she had felt when

writing it. Every ounce of the repressed feelings of the past year was poured

into the pen strokes. Adia’s eyes opened and she stared at her hands, the hands

of a princess, the hands of one whose entire life had been spent learning how

best to please everyone around her. She had done that. She had pleased everyone.

Everyone except the two most important people, herself and Obi-Wan. Her father,

before his death two months before, had approved and been thrilled with her

marriage. Her husband was pleased as well. He gained a political ally in her

planet and a young wife to give him an heir, not to mention the fact that he did

seem to feel some genuine affection for her.

But it was Obi-Wan’s beautiful blue-green eyes that looked into hers every time

she let her mind drift. It made waking up beside the Viceroy harder and harder.

Each day Adia felt her emotions drawing a bit further inward. Sighing, Adia sank

into the balcony’s sole chair and let her body melt into it’s body-conforming

embrace. She let all of her memories and longings go, tried to clear her mind of

any coherent thought. She wanted for a moment not to worry about anything at

all. Not even herself.

~Through this world I've stumbled,

So many times betrayed,

Trying to find an honest word

To find the truth enslaved.

Oh you speak to me in riddles and

You speak to me in rhyme.

My body aches to breathe your breath,

Your words keep me alive.

And I would be the one

To hold you down,

Kiss you so hard

I'll take your breath away

And after I'd wipe away the tears

Just close your eyes, dear.~

Obi-Wan Kenobi sighed. Not even looking at the stars calmed him as it once had.

His emotions ran the spectrum from elation to depression and back again. Adia’s

letter rested, as it has since he received it, in the inside pocket of his loose

tunic, right above his heart. He wanted very much to sit down and write a

beautiful love letter to her and to tell her he loved her still, would always

love her. But then he reminded himself that she was married. She had a life

completely separate from his.

And, he reminded himself gently, that is how it should be. There had never been

any real chance for them. Qui-Gon had done his best to make his Padawan see that

when the two met, but it had done no good. Something about the young

then-princess drew him like a magnet. It felt wrong not holding her. It felt

even more wrong to be unable to communicate with her. Obi-Wan reasoned that

surely there would be no harm in replying to the letter, no harm in one friend

reaching out to another. He knew it was rationalization at its worst, but it did

not matter.

Obi-Wan used real paper just as Adia had. He hoped that she would treasure the

letter and keep it as he had hers. Perhaps they could no longer be together, but

in the confining lines and phrases of the letters, their love lived on. The

young Jedi resolved silently that he would write her always, no matter what

happened, no matter who thought it was a bad idea. He owed it to himself. And to

Adia.

~Into this night I wander

It's morning that I dread,

Another day of knowing

Of the path I fear to tread.

Oh into the sea of waking dreams

I follow without pride.

Nothing stands between us here

And I won't be denied.

And I would be the one

To hold you down,

Kiss you so hard I'll take your breath away

And after I'd wipe away the tears

Just close your eyes...~

The moment Adia got Obi-Wan’s letter, she booked passage for Coruscant, telling

her husband that there was a symposium on population growth that she wished to

attend. There was indeed a gathering on the subject, but Adia had no intention

of attending. The viceroy, never one to deny his wife, consented. Once she

boarded the shuttle, Adia prayed she had made the right decision. As the ship

landed not two city blocks from the Jedi Temple, she knew she had. Adia could

all but feel his presence calling to her. She dismissed her guards with little

difficulty. Though sworn to protect her, they knew she would be in no danger in

a symposium, especially when no one was aware of here whereabouts.

As soon as she dared, Adia slipped from the building they had landed next to and

headed for the Jedi Temple. She realized with a start that the closer she came

to Obi-Wan’s door, the more often she forgot to breathe. She pressed the door

chime and forced herself to calm down, then forced herself not to jump in

surprise as the door slid open. "Hello." He looked even more handsome than she

remembered.

"Adia." Obi-Wan’s beautiful eyes devoured the image before him, a vision of

sublime beauty. He took a moment to steady his voice before continuing. "I had

no idea you were coming . . ."

She seemed for a moment unsure how to answer. Her eyes fell to the floor and she

bit her lower lip. "Oh. I know. I . . . I didn’t exactly plan it in advance.

When I got your letter, I just came. I wanted to know . . . In the letter, you

said that you still feel the way that you felt in the garden the night we met."

Adia raised her eyes to his, knowing his next words would determine whether she

left Coruscant alone and miserable as soon as the pilot could start the engines

of her ship or stayed and spent the night for the first time with the man she

had come to love so dearly. "Do you?"

Obi-Wan’s hand reached out, gently cupping her chin. The contact was electric,

sending pleasant chills through his entire body. "Adia, I love you now as I did

then. I will always love you." Then he kissed her, gently at first, then

crushing her lips--and her body--against his. He felt her hands, one running

through his hair, the other snaking inside his tunic and pressing against his

chest. Leaving her lips for a moment, Obi-Wan’s kisses trailed down her neck,

then back again.

"Please..." she whispered, hands already loosening the belt that held his tunic

closed. More than anything, she wanted him. It might be the last time they had

so much time together again, and Adia knew exactly how she wanted to spend the

hours left them. Lips finding his again, Adia sent, Is this what you want, love?

Yes. He moaned, hands working at the buttons along the back of her elaborate

dress. It fell from her shoulders with surprising ease. She stepped back and

allowed it to travel the rest of the way to the floor, then stepped out of the

dress and closer to Obi-Wan.

You’re sure?

I have never been so sure of anything. I love you.

Adia smiled began tugging her lover towards his bed. That’s all I wanted to

hear.

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That evening, Adia forced herself to crawl out of bed and begin finding the

clothes she had discarded with such abandon hours before. Her heart was torn

between extreme joy and sorrow. Making love to Obi-Wan had completed her in a

way she could not express. Leaving him again hurt more than words could ever

say. Especially when she felt his arms snake around her waist, pulling her

half-clothed body against his naked one. "Mmm..." For a moment, Adia let herself

be lost in the moment, in him. She memorized his smell, the way his skin felt,

the way his lips gently brushed against her shoulder. "I don’t want to leave

you."

"And I don’t want you to leave."

Adia sighed. "But that doesn’t matter, does it? In the grand scheme of things,

what we want counts for exactly nothing." She turned, looking up into his

exquisite eyes. "What matters is that I love you. I’ll always love you. No one

else." Tears threatened to overtake her, but she fought them back. "I will

always carry you with me."

"Yes, you will." He kissed her softly. "You will always carry me with you,

because you will always hold my heart."

Adia quickly finished dressing, then sat quietly as Obi-Wan rebraided her hair.

When he finished, she caught his hands in hers and kissed them before rising

from the edge of the bed. "I have to go."

"I know."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

For the final time, Adia held him. She held him until she could feel the

countours of his body even through the constraints of her dress. She held him

until she finished memorizing his body. She held him until she had to leave. And

then she did.