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Siri Tachi (neverlosefocus) wrote in makebelievelog,
@ 2014-03-16 16:38:00

Entry tags:

obi-wan kenobi, siri tachi

Who: Siri Tachi and Obi-Wan Kenobi
What: Obi-Wan is ~~FINALLY~~ making use of his Christmas present
When: backdated to Friday evening
Where: Siri’s room
Rating/Warnings: Probably low because of fluffy Jedi romance. Possibly higher due to bathtub. Will edit if it slides towards the latter.
Status: incomplete/in-progress

Siri closed the door behind her and leaned against it. It had been a kriffing long day. She’d had a (fortunately) short bit of undercover work. Unfortunately that had involved an absolutely awful little bar that left her feeling... grimy. To a degree that was impressive; she had been in a lot of wretched hives of scum and villainy that made her feel less so. She smelled like beer and smoke, and the son of a gundark that she’d been undercover watching had started a bar fight. She’d taken a chair to the ribcage in the mess; nothing broken, thank the Force, but she still hurt.

She left a trail of clothes behind her on the way to the bathroom. She started the water running into the tub, pulling her hair up off her neck and securing it with a clip. There was a small basket of bath products sitting on a shelf in the bathroom; it had been a bit of a... frivolous purchase that she would never admit to anyone that she’d made. They were something... new, to try. And she was going to try one of the items tonight. Choosing a heavy, golden disc the size of her palm (something called a ‘bubble bar’), she broke it into the bathtub as the water began to fill up. It turned the water a shimmering gold, and began filling it with bubbles. The bathroom filled with the scent of oranges, and she slid off her underwear, dropping them to the tiled floor and slipping into the steaming hot water.

“Kriff...” she murmured softly, sinking down as deep as she could without submerging completely and resting her head against the curve of the bathtub as it met the wall. Closing her eyes, she tried to relax and let the warm water do its job.

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master_kenobi
2014-03-19 01:31 pm UTC (link)

Obi-Wan rarely went to Siri's room unannounced, but Anakin would be home late, he'd discovered. He was working on a project with classmates. So Obi-Wan headed next door. He raised his hand to knock, then recalled that she didn't want him to do that anymore. He reached into his pocket and took out the small key, turning it over in his hand. Finally, he used it, opening the door and stepping inside. He couldn't see her, but he could sense her presence. She was there somewhere. He walked further in.

"Siri?" he finally called, though not loudly.

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	neverlosefocus 2014-03-22 02:49 am UTC (link)
	She felt his presence more than anything, the warmth of him in the Force bringing a crooked, content smile to her face as she instinctively reached out to him. “In here, Obi-Wan,” she called, reaching out with a wet hand and the Force to open the bathroom door for him. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	master_kenobi 2014-03-23 12:27 pm UTC (link)
	He followed the sound of her voice, noting the door opening and stepping inside. "Oh. What are you... oh." He was disturbing her, he was disturbing her! He knew if he'd come over unannounced he'd be disturbing her! "I-I'm... apologies. I didn't realize." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

neverlosefocus
2014-03-23 12:46 pm UTC (link)

She could feel his distress almost like it was her own. Kriff. She twisted in the bathtub, sending the water and bubbles sloshing, reaching for him to stop him from leaving. “Wait. Please.” She didn’t want him to leave. “You don’t have anything to apologise for. I wouldn’t have given you the key if I didn’t want you here.” Always. She wanted him there always. But that was less her room and more just... in general.

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	master_kenobi 2014-03-23 06:51 pm UTC (link)
	He's seen her unclothed many times at this point, but this is different. This is...her personal time in her personal space. He averts his eyes. "I'm disturbing you. It's. I'm not. I can come back later." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

neverlosefocus
2014-03-23 08:45 pm UTC (link)

She’s out of the bathtub, then, sopping wet and covered in bubbles, her skin shimmering from the bath product she’d used. Heedless of the water, her nudity, or anything but trying to get him to stay, she crosses to him, curling her hand around his. “You’re not. You’re never disturbing me.” She smiles then, fondly. “I wouldn’t have opened the door if I didn’t want you here with me. Stay.”

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	master_kenobi 2014-03-24 11:09 am UTC (link)
	"...Stay?" This is a fresh new possibility. Though...stay where? "You're in the bath," he points out lamely. "I, um..." he glances around for somewhere to sit, painfully aware that his body is reacting to her appearance, naked and glistening, in the manner to which it's become accustomed. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

neverlosefocus
2014-03-24 11:55 am UTC (link)

“Yes. Stay.” Her hand tightens around his, a little. “I... you could... join me?” It’s an impulsive offer, and she doesn’t even know if that sort of thing is DONE, but she wants him to. And she doesn’t necessarily mean it... intimately, although they do have a tendency to take advantage of their time alone together. “You don’t. Have to. I just...” She just... wants him to.

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	master_kenobi 2014-03-27 01:33 pm UTC (link)
	He glances into the bathtub, analyzing how much space there is, but part of his body has voted on its opinion and he shifts uncomfortably and nods. He really can't not. He lets go of her hand and pulls his shirt off over his head. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

neverlosefocus
2014-03-28 02:57 am UTC (link)

The moment she realises that he’s staying, the moment he pulls his shirt off over his head, she’s closing the distance between them, shivering a little as the water on her skin evaporates. But she’s not getting back in the bathtub without him.

And even though she’s not entirely certain what’s appropriate for having invited the person you’re... (in love with) intimate with into the bathtub with you, she begins helping him undress the rest of the way, her fingers making short work of the fastenings on his trousers so she can tug them down his hips.

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