Obi-Wan is aging surprisingly well (obi1) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-03-15 22:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !musical, faiza hussain (excalibur), kitty pryde (shadowcat), obi-wan kenobi |
Bheir me o
Who: Obi-Wan & Faiza (With Kitty)
When: Friday Afternoon
Where: A Restaurant
What: Kitty sets up Obi and Faiza on a surprise date. Obi sings, much to his embarrassment. They pick up from where they left off.
Rating: PG, As it ends with some innuendo talk at the end
Status: Complete
It stood to reason that Obi-Wan really should have known better. There was an unsettled feeling in the pit of his stomach. This typically accompanied any instance of placing his trust in Kitty; not that he didn’t expect her to be helpful, but their definitions of what was a good idea versus a bad idea were usually very different.
But at least time she was giving him the option of discussing the plans first. If she felt responsible for driving him and Faiza apart and wanted to help in fixing it, then Obi-Wan wasn’t planning to argue; although now that it was all over, he didn’t really blame her either. How could anyone have foreseen a spontaneous Force Bond? The keyword was spontaneous, after all...
Kitty seemed to be running late. Obi-Wan was waiting for her at the restaurant she’d selected to meet.. He’d picked up his suit from the cleaners along the way. She’d given him some indication that he’d be needing it soon.
Kitty was already there, but she was wearing a wig and a type of dress she didn't usually wear. She wasn't at the table that Obi-wan was taken to.
She was across the room so she could watch. She was amused that he'd picked up his suit and wasn't wearing it. Maybe she should have been specific.
Faiza, meanwhile, had parked and was walking into the restaraunt. Kitty had said she'd wanted to meet to discuss something related to Obi-wan. She was wearing a sundress and a matching colorful headscarf as she was led to Obi's table. She stared.
Obi-Wan had been in the middle of sipping water from his glass, which was now down to the ice, as he’d been waiting for quite some time with a growing feeling that something was amiss. His eyes suddenly became very wide and he rose from the table. Faiza had just entered. A smile and a glare fought for supremacy on his face. Where the devil was Kitty and what was she up to?
Faiza looked very pretty and right away his pulse quickened. He wasn’t dressed poorly, in a blue shirt and khaki trousers, but it wasn’t the same thing as his suit, which was on the chair beside him.
He stepped to the side and met Faiza before she got to him. “Hello there...”
"Hello..what are you doing here? I mean it's wonderful to see you, it always is and I've actually missed you and..." Faiza shut up, blushing to her ear tips.
Whenever Faiza blushed and babbled, it brought a grin like no other to Obi-Wan’s face. Her feelings really were still alive, he could sense them. “Dare I ask who you were expecting to meet?”
“Kitty,” Faiza replied, in typical droll fashion. “Obi-wan Kenobi, I suspect we’ve been set up.” She hadn’t stopped loving him, she’d just been...hurt by the whole thing.
Obi-Wan looked over his shoulder, scanning the room. He sensed Kitty was somewhere nearby. His eyes lingered on a woman in a blonde wig before turning back to Faiza. “She asked me to come here today to discuss some plan she had to help me woo you...” His ears turned a bit red.
“Woo me?” Faiza rubbed at her arm, shifting in place. “You want to...woo me?” What did that even entail? Hadn’t he already woo’d her? Or maybe this was meant to be more serious. Not that it hadn’t been serious before, but perhaps even more serious.
He stared at her hand. He wanted to hold it so much. "...The link's been broken," he said, swallowing again. "Really broken."
“Why can’t....” Faiza swallowed. “I want to know what that’s like. It just didn’t seem fair. Why her of all people, and not me?”
Obi-Wan thought it might be wise to go into what he had experienced with John Jones's help. "I don't know. What I do know is that I met a man with very fascinating powers who helped me visualize what was going on inside my head. I was able to actually walk up to the point where the plane crashed. I saw the bond and I severed it. I have theories about there being a Padawan-teacher relationship between us... but I really don't know... that's the truth."
Faiza fidgeted, then wrapped her arms around Obi-wan, hugging him tight. While she had nothing against Kitty, she was still upset that this entire thing had happened. That it might have spoiled what they’d been building. It was an irrational anger.
In the middle of the restaurant, Obi-Wan blushed a deep crimson. His entire body felt poised to melt in Faiza’s arms. “...And you forgive me?” he whispered into his hair. “Not for the bond... For how I reacted to it. I’m sorry I became so depressed and distant.”
“Of course I forgive you. That’s part of love, isn’t it? Forgiving someone even when they do something incredibly daft?” Faiza smiled, tearfully.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes and breathed deeply the scent of curry in her hair. It smelled like home. He lifted his hands to her back and pulled her in closer, if it was even possible. “I love you,” he said, or tried to say it. He was getting choked up. Or, more accurately... a song was starting to rise up inside him like steam.
Oh no... he thought. But he smiled against Faiza’s neck.
“I love you too,” she whispered, oblivious to the oncoming trainwreck that might be Obi-wan singing. She nuzzled his neck with her nose, and kissed it lightly, the feel of his body against hers reigniting all the sparks between them.
Ever so slowly, Obi-Wan pulled back, giving himself just enough room to take a knee in front of her. He looked every bit like a man about to propose, although that wasn’t his intention. Not just yet, anyway.
His hands were shaking a bit as he took Faiza’s. He swallowed to relax his jaw. “I’m really sorry for this... for what I’m about to do... in public.”
Yes. Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Knight began to sing.
Bheir me o, horo van o
Bheir me o, horo van ee
Bheir me o, o hooro ho
Sad am I, without thee
Thou'rt the music of my heart
Harp of joy, o cruit mo chruidh
Moon of guidance by night
Strength and light thou'rt to me
Kitty covered her mouth, and managed to not burst into giggles.
Faiza on the other hand, kissed Obi-wan soundly, to mucho cheering applause. She’d heard about this phenomenon but this was the first time she’d witnessed it, herself. And she loved it.
There was part of Obi-Wan that wanted to burrow a hole into the floor and die. His face was so red that he looked like a beet. A beet with a beard. Even his red hair seemed more red.
But his eyes were red, too, red with emotion. He dipped Faiza as he kissed her. “We... should get far away from here before I do that again.” He wasn’t a fan of everyone staring at something so private.
“Do I get to see you in that suit?” She asked, an unspoken ‘and out of it’ tacked on to the end, by virtue of the look in her eyes.
Obi-Wan snatched it up and threw it over his shoulder with one swift movement. He reached for Faiza’s hand. >>You can dress and undress me all afternoon...<< he said, using the Force so that the words only appeared in Faiza’s mind. She wasn’t a telepath, but she could still hear him, and he wanted to make it very clear that a bond with her was foremost in his thoughts.
Faiza’s eyes widened, and the grin on her face was both embarrassed and unmistakable. She nodded her head in the affirmative, and whispered. “I’m not so hungry for dinner....”
>>I’ll make you breakfast in the morning...<<