Chapter 10 Stole Away PART 1
Yanking the sunglasses from the top of her head, Katt marched down the narrow stairs of the jet.
"Here your jedi powers are to be kept secret," Katt snapped her presence slamming full force into the general politian. Her stance cold, and her smooth body dominating the space between her and the proud officers.
"Address me by last name and show respect." she added warily glaring at the group.
"I trust you had a good flight Lt?" one man asked with a nervous smile.
Katt just pressed on without speaking. Anakin came up from behind the children in tow.
Glancing at them, Katt said, "I will need three quarters prepared for myself, and two other parties. I want a full report on my desk by noon and a keeper for the children."
Flashing cameras caught her off-guard and she stepped back her rage flashing in her eyes.
"AND NO MEDIA" she growled brushing them off from her side and striding through the door. The men nodded meekly and moved to take care of the problem.
Anakin turned to look back at the plane, sensing a presence but unsure of who it was. Stepping into the hummer,Katt had disappeared into, he leaned in to whisper in her ear. From any onlooker, he might have been brushing his lips against her ear, and the burning red orbs that ravaged Katt's form caught just that.
@~>~~~~~
Moments passed like hours. Minutes ticking away uncounted but felt in each reluctant heartbeat. He could not remember the last time he felt this way. Despite the agonizing pain that coursed through his muscles, that was not weighed upon his heart. She did. The emerald-eyed beauty. He felt the shadows of her presence strongly around hiim, and tingling inside him, he could swear he could hear the sexy, rhythmic swing of an old jazz band. No longer able to stand the torturous path his mind wandered, he rose. Unsteady on his feet, he turned only to come face to face with her flashing eyes in the doorway.
"I heard you...I heard you getting sick" her voice rasped, faltering slightly at the intensity of his icy eyes. Obi-Wan studied her features carefully seeing marks that did not match the hands of the man he'd just tossed out. His hands folded and wrapped securely around his body and he formed a more poised stance.
"I'm sorry, Milady, if it bothered you," He stood as if he balanced an egg on a spoon, carefully he would not break it, but any sudden movement and his natural grace would protect the delicate egg. Without warning, a wave of pain crashed through him, and he stumbled to the couch.
"Excuse me," he stammered.
Within seconds her hands were on him, her natural instinct to protect and heal was too strong with her, and her hands gently brushed his face, all femine softness, with an edge of sweet firmness. "Lay back. You shouldn't be up. Katt will have my head" she said forcing him back but gently stroking his sweating forehead.
"I bet you are starved," she said gliding towards the kitchen and nearly pitching a pan on the stove.
"Something light-a broth, milady will be fine," he said never one to turn down something offered, and in light of not knowing where he would find his next meal or for that matter, what planet he was on.
"I'll be back," she whispered her words lingering in the silence that followed.
The silence overcame the open hall, beating down on Obi-Wan, pounding in is brain. But she did not stay away long, her cool, smooth hands once more glancing over his flushed face.
"I'm not a child, milady" he murmured, the familiarity of her touch disturbing him in way he could not define.
She merely smiled and returned to the kitchen to turn off the heat under the pan. There was a sadness that he could not ignore intertwined in her movements, her fierceness, her pain was mirrored by the pain and inner sorrow that emanated from her being. The soft jazz band faded to a lonely guitar, playing a good-bye song.
Obi-Wan sipped lightly on the broth. Her desire, her inner passion was a like a force of it's own, a force he had not mastered ever before, he sensed it lingering in her hair, her wide, graceful movements. The sadness overtook her like a malignant shadow as she slipped like a cool breeze into the bathroom.
Night was rapidly coming to a close. Ana rested in her bed, the sounds of the late hour moving around her. She felt her walls slipping, and even as her mind drifted into innocent slumber--she cried.
She felt so alone, yet, she knew that the world was just at her reach. Her restless sleep begged to end-and in a view moments she gave it up. Moonlight spilled into the dark loft casting long shadows. It was times like this that she missed Lance the most. It has been a month since last she saw him and she missed him so desperately, and yet, she did not. It was only the security lost that haunted her dreams.
She rose from the hot and twisting sheets, her stomach twisting with terror. She had gone into shock now that the excitement was over, and she could barely remember what followed.
She remembered her bath, She remembered removing the tray from Obi-Wan's bedside and sitting at his feet, but after that it was all a blank.
@~>~~~~~
When did she get into bed? Who pulled her hair back? She stepped puzzled into the main loft. Her eyes moved rapidly around the empty room. She stepped towards the couch, not seeing him and turned around only to find him sitting by her door-light saber in hand. She wanted to smile, not many men slept outside her door.
Light started to seep into room. Dawn was breaking and giving a small satisfied smile she turned to watch the glorious sunrise. Morning at last
It's a new day. It's a new dawn
Moving to the communication room, Ana picked up the phone. Her eyes looked around the shattered home and she felt a twinge of embarassment run through her.
*phone rings once-then twice*
Anakin-Hello?
Ana remains silent. She wanted them to come home, but she was not prepared the searing disappointment that touched her.
Ana-Kitona please.
Anakin-She's busy.
He was blunt and rude like always and she just hung up. "Not today" she murmured to herself. She wrapped her around around her waist and realized she was still in his robes. They smelled like the sea, yet and unfamiliar comforting scent lingered in the threads also. Walking back into the room she paused feeling his blue eyes watching her.
"Good morning," he smiled lightly to her. A smile that Ana would soon find herself enamored with-a smile that caused all the wrinkles to spread like a flower around his mouth, and all her worries to go away. She would depend on that smile for many days to come.
"Good morning" she replied. He lifted a defiant hand and gestured for her to come and sit with him on the floor, unable to admit that he wasn't quite ready or able for that matter to get up yet. Ana pulled the robes tighter around her and slid down beside him.
"Did you rest well?" he asked her. She nods but does not speak. Looking him over, she realizes that he had not slept well at all. His bandages hung loosely from his forehead, and he used a broom handle as a makeshift crutch. He had found one of her scarves and had turned it into a sling for his arm. Ana felt her heart swell.
"Did you stay here all night?" she asked him quietly. He nodded.
"I have no clue where I am, or who you are, but I was not going to let that man come back."
"I thank you for saving me, but I don't need your charity. I dont need a man to watch over me," she snapped her defenses aroused.
"Pardon me for saying this, milady, but it seems you have much to learn in self-defense."
She almost glared at him, but she knows he is right. Although if he only knew...Learn wasn't really the correct word. Remember.
He tried to sound gentle as he said, "but this isn't the time for pointing fingers and I apologize"
Ana nods slightly and stands.
"How about we get you cleaned up" Ana bent before him taking his good arm. Moving his broke hand to touch her knuckles he gazed up at her, "I'd like to at least know the name of my care-giver"
Ana looked away, her instincts warning her she was already on treacherously thin ice with her heart.
"What is in a name. A weed by any other name, would still be a weed"
Obi-Wan rose a brow and stood at her insistant tug. She led him into the bathroom and laid out a towel for him.
"You'll find everything you need in this cabinet, and I'll put clean clothes for you on the bed. Follow the door joining this room and that's to be where you'll be staying."
At the sound of the phone she turned on her heel and began to walk out, but she was called back by his insistent voice.
"A rose, milady. Not a weed."
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Alright guys! This is Cyn, signing out, Pip is doing great! Having a blast with life right now, and I'm busy with English classes--but just as a note--Chapter 10 will be posted in PARTS--because it is so long. So--voici part 1.
Sorry we haven't updated in so long--but leave us some comment love-and we might get around to posting some more.
Love you kids,
Cyn.
"Here your jedi powers are to be kept secret," Katt snapped her presence slamming full force into the general politian. Her stance cold, and her smooth body dominating the space between her and the proud officers.
"Address me by last name and show respect." she added warily glaring at the group.
"I trust you had a good flight Lt?" one man asked with a nervous smile.
Katt just pressed on without speaking. Anakin came up from behind the children in tow.
Glancing at them, Katt said, "I will need three quarters prepared for myself, and two other parties. I want a full report on my desk by noon and a keeper for the children."
Flashing cameras caught her off-guard and she stepped back her rage flashing in her eyes.
"AND NO MEDIA" she growled brushing them off from her side and striding through the door. The men nodded meekly and moved to take care of the problem.
Anakin turned to look back at the plane, sensing a presence but unsure of who it was. Stepping into the hummer,Katt had disappeared into, he leaned in to whisper in her ear. From any onlooker, he might have been brushing his lips against her ear, and the burning red orbs that ravaged Katt's form caught just that.
@~>~~~~~
Moments passed like hours. Minutes ticking away uncounted but felt in each reluctant heartbeat. He could not remember the last time he felt this way. Despite the agonizing pain that coursed through his muscles, that was not weighed upon his heart. She did. The emerald-eyed beauty. He felt the shadows of her presence strongly around hiim, and tingling inside him, he could swear he could hear the sexy, rhythmic swing of an old jazz band. No longer able to stand the torturous path his mind wandered, he rose. Unsteady on his feet, he turned only to come face to face with her flashing eyes in the doorway.
"I heard you...I heard you getting sick" her voice rasped, faltering slightly at the intensity of his icy eyes. Obi-Wan studied her features carefully seeing marks that did not match the hands of the man he'd just tossed out. His hands folded and wrapped securely around his body and he formed a more poised stance.
"I'm sorry, Milady, if it bothered you," He stood as if he balanced an egg on a spoon, carefully he would not break it, but any sudden movement and his natural grace would protect the delicate egg. Without warning, a wave of pain crashed through him, and he stumbled to the couch.
"Excuse me," he stammered.
Within seconds her hands were on him, her natural instinct to protect and heal was too strong with her, and her hands gently brushed his face, all femine softness, with an edge of sweet firmness. "Lay back. You shouldn't be up. Katt will have my head" she said forcing him back but gently stroking his sweating forehead.
"I bet you are starved," she said gliding towards the kitchen and nearly pitching a pan on the stove.
"Something light-a broth, milady will be fine," he said never one to turn down something offered, and in light of not knowing where he would find his next meal or for that matter, what planet he was on.
"I'll be back," she whispered her words lingering in the silence that followed.
The silence overcame the open hall, beating down on Obi-Wan, pounding in is brain. But she did not stay away long, her cool, smooth hands once more glancing over his flushed face.
"I'm not a child, milady" he murmured, the familiarity of her touch disturbing him in way he could not define.
She merely smiled and returned to the kitchen to turn off the heat under the pan. There was a sadness that he could not ignore intertwined in her movements, her fierceness, her pain was mirrored by the pain and inner sorrow that emanated from her being. The soft jazz band faded to a lonely guitar, playing a good-bye song.
Obi-Wan sipped lightly on the broth. Her desire, her inner passion was a like a force of it's own, a force he had not mastered ever before, he sensed it lingering in her hair, her wide, graceful movements. The sadness overtook her like a malignant shadow as she slipped like a cool breeze into the bathroom.
Night was rapidly coming to a close. Ana rested in her bed, the sounds of the late hour moving around her. She felt her walls slipping, and even as her mind drifted into innocent slumber--she cried.
She felt so alone, yet, she knew that the world was just at her reach. Her restless sleep begged to end-and in a view moments she gave it up. Moonlight spilled into the dark loft casting long shadows. It was times like this that she missed Lance the most. It has been a month since last she saw him and she missed him so desperately, and yet, she did not. It was only the security lost that haunted her dreams.
She rose from the hot and twisting sheets, her stomach twisting with terror. She had gone into shock now that the excitement was over, and she could barely remember what followed.
She remembered her bath, She remembered removing the tray from Obi-Wan's bedside and sitting at his feet, but after that it was all a blank.
@~>~~~~~
When did she get into bed? Who pulled her hair back? She stepped puzzled into the main loft. Her eyes moved rapidly around the empty room. She stepped towards the couch, not seeing him and turned around only to find him sitting by her door-light saber in hand. She wanted to smile, not many men slept outside her door.
Light started to seep into room. Dawn was breaking and giving a small satisfied smile she turned to watch the glorious sunrise. Morning at last
It's a new day. It's a new dawn
Moving to the communication room, Ana picked up the phone. Her eyes looked around the shattered home and she felt a twinge of embarassment run through her.
*phone rings once-then twice*
Anakin-Hello?
Ana remains silent. She wanted them to come home, but she was not prepared the searing disappointment that touched her.
Ana-Kitona please.
Anakin-She's busy.
He was blunt and rude like always and she just hung up. "Not today" she murmured to herself. She wrapped her around around her waist and realized she was still in his robes. They smelled like the sea, yet and unfamiliar comforting scent lingered in the threads also. Walking back into the room she paused feeling his blue eyes watching her.
"Good morning," he smiled lightly to her. A smile that Ana would soon find herself enamored with-a smile that caused all the wrinkles to spread like a flower around his mouth, and all her worries to go away. She would depend on that smile for many days to come.
"Good morning" she replied. He lifted a defiant hand and gestured for her to come and sit with him on the floor, unable to admit that he wasn't quite ready or able for that matter to get up yet. Ana pulled the robes tighter around her and slid down beside him.
"Did you rest well?" he asked her. She nods but does not speak. Looking him over, she realizes that he had not slept well at all. His bandages hung loosely from his forehead, and he used a broom handle as a makeshift crutch. He had found one of her scarves and had turned it into a sling for his arm. Ana felt her heart swell.
"Did you stay here all night?" she asked him quietly. He nodded.
"I have no clue where I am, or who you are, but I was not going to let that man come back."
"I thank you for saving me, but I don't need your charity. I dont need a man to watch over me," she snapped her defenses aroused.
"Pardon me for saying this, milady, but it seems you have much to learn in self-defense."
She almost glared at him, but she knows he is right. Although if he only knew...Learn wasn't really the correct word. Remember.
He tried to sound gentle as he said, "but this isn't the time for pointing fingers and I apologize"
Ana nods slightly and stands.
"How about we get you cleaned up" Ana bent before him taking his good arm. Moving his broke hand to touch her knuckles he gazed up at her, "I'd like to at least know the name of my care-giver"
Ana looked away, her instincts warning her she was already on treacherously thin ice with her heart.
"What is in a name. A weed by any other name, would still be a weed"
Obi-Wan rose a brow and stood at her insistant tug. She led him into the bathroom and laid out a towel for him.
"You'll find everything you need in this cabinet, and I'll put clean clothes for you on the bed. Follow the door joining this room and that's to be where you'll be staying."
At the sound of the phone she turned on her heel and began to walk out, but she was called back by his insistent voice.
"A rose, milady. Not a weed."
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Alright guys! This is Cyn, signing out, Pip is doing great! Having a blast with life right now, and I'm busy with English classes--but just as a note--Chapter 10 will be posted in PARTS--because it is so long. So--voici part 1.
Sorry we haven't updated in so long--but leave us some comment love-and we might get around to posting some more.
Love you kids,
Cyn.