Otherways: Making Amends (NC-17)

[master_obiwan]

He's in his room.

He's naked.

He's kneeling on his bed, arms raised above his head and chained to the ceiling.

Don't ask how he managed to get like that. He just did.

His eyes are downcast and the Sith is safely locked away really, really tightly.

Now, it's just a matter of time before she arrives.

When she does, she'll find all sorts of toys laid out for her to use.

And a trussed-up Obi-Wan.

Joy.

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[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

"Why in the hell do you even give a damn, Obi-Wan? What in the hell do you really see that obviously I'm not?" Yeah, that probably came out of nowhere but she really wants to know. What the hell would Kenobi see in someone that Anakin had before hand? She's possibly not exactly feeling that secure, obviously. And the whole snuggling up to Anakin before... probably didn't help her try and figure that out.

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

He blinks. Well, that was unexpected.

"I...I don't understand what you're asking me, Padme. Why do I give a damn? Give a damn about what? You?" He shakes his head. "I give a damn because you were there for me at a time when I could call no one a friend; when the ones I called family and brithers deemed me unworthy for what I had become, you alone verified that I had any worth."

He holds her close, burying his face in her hair. He chokes back a sob. "And he killed you. He killed you as you tried to get to me...to warn me that they were coming. How can I not give a damn now that I've found you again? Found you and have had you accept me all over again? To lose you would be to die. I would walk this plain of existence eternally dead."

[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

"But how can you love someone that still gives a damn about a person who nearly killed them?" She asks the tears starting again. "I don't get it. I'm not her. I'm just me. Whoever in the hell that is. I don't think I even know anymore. I came here and there was you and there was him and I wanted to kill him. Wanted nothing to do with either of you and then everything else happened and I think somewhere along the way I lost myself. And you were there to help me find me or something. I don't know anymore!" She curls up in a ball. "I'm not some precious commodity. Not something worth its weight in gold. So it doesn't make sense why anyone would care."

Yep, she's broken. Let us blame the hormones because normally... this wouldn't happen.

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

"You are not worth your weight in gold, Padme. You have no price. Not all the currency in all the universes could be enough to purchase you. You are the fire of the galaxy, you are my soul."

He kisses her on the top of her head. "I know that you are not her. I don't care. You are who you are and I would never change that."

He pulls away from her to wipe the tears off her cheeks. "Look at me, Love. You pledged yourself to me and I pledged myself to you. Who we were before this place does not matter. What matters is who we are now.

"And right now, we are to be the parents of children who will do great things in the world. And we need to be sure of ourselves, of our places in each other's lives if they are to thrive and achieve what you and I can only dream."

He taps his temple. "We share a lover's bond, Padme. I ask you now to make it a bond that cannot be broken; I ask you to be my wife, for now and forever."

[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

She just laid there and listened to him. She was who she was... she didn't even know who she was anymore. Well, save for someone who was in love with Obi-Wan Kenobi but still harbored feelings for the man who'd tried killing her.

She looked up at him and he was right. She'd pledged herself to him and him to her. Despite the fact that she'd fucked up before. At the mention of the children though she gives a small smile. She'd been driving herself crazy on even figuring out the gender of them. She'd not let herself find that out yet. And Leia was right... she wasn't a patient person. This was going to drive her insane.

His next words throw her off a bit though. She looked into those eyes and gives him a smile. A genuine smile. It'd probably be best for the kids too although that's merely the mun's observation. "I'd love to." There's the answer to his question that wasn't really formed into a question but we get the point.

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

And then he's kissing her tenderly. He sighs happily, just relishing the feel of her lips on his for the moment.

He touches her mind along their bond, asking for permission to enter.

[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

Padme kisses him back and curls up into his embrace.

She blinks a bit because she hadn't realized that she'd even closed that part of her mind. Huh. But she does allow him to enter once she realizes that she'd had it closed to begin with. In a manner of speaking.

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

And he lets his touch blanket her mind soothingly. He helps her clear away all the doubts thathave been plaguing her and reconnecting her with the children inside her.

Male children. They're going to have sons...huh. Imagine that.

He strengthens their lover's bond and wraps it with a sense of devotion and loyalty. He ties his love for her and the lives within her into the cord and, ultimately, he wraps the Force in all it's balanced glory around them all.

[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

And a hand goes back to wrapping around her stomach like she's been prone to do lately. There's a lot she'd been prone to do lately but you know.

She feels what he's doing to the bond and smiles a bit. It felt right now. Complete even. More complete than what she'd felt n a long time.

"I love you."

Yeah, this is where she becomes exhausted from all the anger, all the stress, all the strain... the crying. And pregnant women tire easily anyways.

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

He puts his own hand over hers.

"I love you. All three of you. Never forget that," he says, giving her nose a soft kiss.

And he's tired too, having had the crap beaten out of him by said pregnant woman.

[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

"We're gonna need names eventually. And we won't forget that."

Except said pregnant woman has no intentions of sleeping on a bed thats got her lover's blood on it along with the weapons or instruments of torture rather.

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

"Yes, we will."

With a weary sigh, he rubs at his eyes. "We...I need to clean up."

And he's letting her go so he can get up and pick things up.

[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

"I'll help."

Unless you know he decides that she's not allowed to.

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

"It's okay. I've got it all." And he's picking everything up and stashing it in a chest. He even tosses the whip she used into a fountain to rinse it off before putting it away.

Then he's removing the sheets around her, so she doesn't even have to get up. And then he's back with fresh sheets and a bowl of clean water and a wash cloth.

[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

Okay... so she won't help. Instead, she just watches him go about. Doing this and that, what needs to be done and such. She kind of inwardly winces now that she's not so messed up at the sight of his back though. Ow.

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

And the sheets are changed and he's handing her the cloth and the water. He smiles ruefully. "You'll have to help me with this one, love. If I had my way I wouldn't let you look at it, but..." helpless shrug.

[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

"Too late on that one." She states taking the cloth and water. "Have a seat and we'll get you taken care of." Because... owie. "Okay, I think I'm glad I'm not like that all the time." Really she is. Hell, she didn't remember being like that BEFORE coming to this damnable Bar.

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

"So am I," he says, sitting down so she can easily reach his back.

[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure you are."

She dips the cloth into the bowl of water before wringing it out and starts cleaning up the wounds on his back. Another thought makes her frown but she pushes it aside. Yep, no thinking like that.

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

He winces a bit as the cloth touches him, but doesn't make a sound. And of course he picks up on that thought. "What?"

[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

And that cloth moves over those wounds as gently as possible. "Starting to think that some of this was kind of revenge too."

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure it was," he says. His tone isn't judgemental and it isn't neutral or anything thatmay suggest that he's bitter about that. It's just accepting and mildly self-depricating.

"It's probably something you've needed for a very long time."

[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

"Probably."

And then she goes quiet as she goes back to cleaning up his wounds every once in a while rinsing the cloth out before going back to the task at hand.

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

He hisses a little as she touches a particularily tender spot, but that's about it. He just lets her concentrate on doing this as quickly as possible so it can be over.

[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

And when she's done she drops the cloth in the bowl and sets it aside. "All done." Though seeing that she shakes her head a bit. That could easily scar. He really didn't need scars.