by MissChris
Rating: M for sexual tension and situation
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It was the best solution for them when they were hiding out in one room and the twins were little. Sharing a bed made things easier for night feeds, changing nappies, general comfort and of course, security.
When the twins moved into their own room in their dwelling on Dantooine, they still continued to share a bed. They found that they had become accustomed to each other's presence, and when they tried sleeping in separate quarters, they found the nightmares too vivid and numerous. So they found their solace in each other's arms, acting like any other mother and father in the Galaxy.
He learnt many things about her through sharing a sleeping space with her. She was the one who sought out comfort through touch. She also moved around a lot in her sleep. She would start at one end of the bed, respectful of his personal space, bidding him goodnight, their platonic friendship in it's place. He laid on his back, closed his eyes and woke up in the same position in the morning. He inevitably found her pressed up against him, head under his chin, hair sprawled out across his chest with her arm and sometimes her leg encircling him. He grew accustomed to waking up to the scent of herbs and flowers, the weight upon his shoulders, the tickle of the warmth of her breath on his neck.
It was on one morning that he woke up to the sensation of her light touch upon his skin. She was curiously examining his many scars - reminders of battles, of war, of torture he had endured all in the name of the Republic that was now dead. He had numerous scars, too many to count. As her fingers traversed the planes of his chest, he suddenly found they were travelling south, into the valley of his stomach, determinedly following the trail of golden red that lay there. In wide eyed terror, he grabbed her hand, preventing them from entering the border of his sleep leggings. She struggled against his crushing grip and his piercing glare. She broke free of his grasp and promptly turned away from him. He could feel her embarrassment, humiliation, sadness and confusion in the Force. She could not feel his surprise, embarrassment, attraction.
Curiosity was both a blessing and a curse for her. Curiosity had allowed her to form an alliance with the Gungans but also led her to explore Tatooine where she met the boy who would grow to be the man who would break her heart. This morning she had been curious about Obi-Wan’s scars, each telling a story of his travels. His body was a map to the places he had been, a witness to the atrocities of war, a testament to the service and duty. And that trail...that was pure curiosity. She could not help but admire his toned physique. She was not innocent anymore, she knew where it led to. She was going to stop herself but he happened to do it first, albeit in a harsh manner. She turned from him in shame. How would she ever face him now?
She expected that they would never speak of this occurrence. What she didn't expect was his fingers - brushing back her hair and stroking the scars that lay upon her back, the memorial to her foolhardiness at Geonosis. Those were her only physical battle scars. She gasped at the lightness of his tender touch.
He then turned her body round to face him, lifting her chin so that she could not escape his eye line. Keeping his gaze intently on hers, he brought her mischievous hand back to the trail, with his hand over hers.
"Only when you marry me," he said huskily, eyes dancing with playfulness, hint of that bemused smile. It was meant to be a lighthearted icebreaker. He could not have predicted her sharp inhale, her swift pulling away of her hand, her fleeing from his presence.
She had scars too, but the scars wrought upon her heart were not visible to the eye.