Obi-Wan took for granted a lot of things before coming to Mandalore. Like having his own bed or even having a bed in general. He wants a shower, even if it's freezing cold to wash the grime off of himself. He's itching to get new robes, especially now that it comes to his ankles and his wrists. He needs a hair cut, his locks now resting in his eyes. He has to constantly brush them out of his face to see properly.

And don't even get him started on their food. Now that they've been living hand to mouth for almost two months, he longs for the sloppy mess the cafeteria served. The little food they have now is barely edible. He wishes more than ever for the tasteless clean water or clean water at all. 

Qui-Gon left to find them shelter for the night. Now that they're constantly on the move, they never have any guarantees of a safe place to lay their heads. There's little hope that there will be any place warm for them to stay nearby tonight, but Qui-Gon is their best hope. He has a charm about him that seems to get adults to want to do anything for him.

He left almost an hour ago for a village not too far away. Obi-Wan and Satine found ways to kept themselves occupied for the time, but they've run out of ideas. They've sorted through their supplies, attempted to find clean water, and played word games. They've even entertained themselves by seeing who could hang in the tree branches the longest. Obi-Wan won, but Satine will argue that it's because he used the Force, even if she has no idea how that could have helped him.

Now, they've resorted to laying in a field of flowers. Satine had found it earlier in the day, keeping it in the back of her mind as a place to visit alone. Secretly, she wanted the company of Obi-Wan, but there was no way she would ever ask for that, especially with Qui-Gon around. He'd make it awkward. Satine just knows that he would quietly assume that there is something going on between them, but there isn't. She just liked his companionship and his humor. 

And now that he's not present at the moment, she leads him to the hidden field. Flowers of every color are blooming, the scent filling the air. She takes off, barreling deep into the flowers, giggles escaping her. Obi-Wan dives after her, laughing with her. Flowers and grass strands cling to them as they lie in the field. Their laughs die down and they silently beside each other, trying to catch their breaths. Obi-Wan will never admit it out loud, but this is nice. For once, he feels peace. There's no thought of bounty hunters. No worry about someone stumbling upon them and making it more than it really is.

It's just him and Satine. Alone. 

He rolls into his side, glancing at her through his hair. Does she know how pretty she looks with those white and pink flowers tangled in her blonde hair? Does she have any idea how she makes him feel? His cheeks heat every time she says his name. His heart pounds mercilessly in his chest whenever she's close to him. He tries so hard to hide the way he feels, but he can't control the butterflies that flutter in his stomach at the thought of her. She's just so perfect in every way.

She turns, her blue eyes meeting his. "What?" She asks, smiling widely at him. When they had first met, the two of them didn't get along. In fact, they fought constantly. Now, he can't help but want to agree with everything she says or does. Qui-Gon mentioned the change a few days ago so it must be obvious, but what can he do? Obi-Wan finds himself so entranced with her.

He shakes his head, laying onto his back again. "It's nothing." He says, glancing at her from the corners of his eyes. 

She groans, rolling closer to him. She's laying on her stomach, their arms touching. "Tell me." She demands, using her Duchess voice. She's surprised how strong she sounds. On the inside, her stomach is churning. His touch sends shivers down her spine. She can feel her hands trembling just being this close to him.

Obi-Wan twists his head and she leans over to peer at him from above. Taking a white lily, he slips it over her right ear. "It's funny to see you so relaxed. That's all." He says, his cheeks now pinker than the flowers around him.

"Well, I know how to have fun too. Just because I'm the Duchess doesn't mean I'm uptight all the time." She says. He thinks she looks funny? He should see himself. The galaxy's most serious Jedi is blushing harder than a youngling. She sticks her tongue for emphasis on her ability to have fun, making him laugh and look down at his hands fiddling with the sleeve of his robes.

She sighs, rolling onto her side beside him. She wiggles close, leaning her body against his. She feels him freeze, holding his breath. Obi-Wan never makes the first move. Either he's too much of gentlemen or has no idea how to flirt. Every time, she has to initiate contact, but she doesn't care. Gently, her arm slithers underneath his and hand finds his. She squeezes three times, using their secret language.

He squeezes three times back then rests their hands on his chest. 

"I know this is random, but I'm curious." She says. She tilts her head, laying it against his. He relaxes, his thumbs drawing circles on the back of her hand. His breathing slows and he is calm.

"What is it?"

"Have you ever thought about a family? What it might be like to marry or have children?" She asks. She knows that it's a little blunt or strange to ask, but she wants to know. Jedi are people too. So does he ever have these thoughts? Does he ever wonder what it might be like to have a family of his own?

"Not really. Jedi aren't supposed to marry. That's considered attachment." He answers softly.

"Oh." She says. She knows Jedi are not supposed to marry. That wasn't her question. "You haven't even let yourself think about it though? Not even in an alternate reality, one where you were never found by the Jedi? Or maybe one where they allow it?"

He's silent for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing. She tries to hold back a smile at his face. It always looks so serious when he's thinking. "No. Becoming a Jedi is all I've ever thought about. Marriage has never been an option for me. " He finally answers.

She's quiet. He's lying but won't admit it. "Oh. Well, that's--"

"Strange, I know. Why would a religion that preaches about love not allow marriage or anything of the sort." He says, letting go of her hand. He begins to pluck at a flower, pulling its pedals off. He is upset. She knows it's not at her, rather the answer to her question. "It's weird. You don't have to tell me, I'm told it constantly."

She turns her head to face him and he follows. She sees this look of hurt in his piercing blue eyes. "I wasn't going to say that." She softly says, feeling bad. "I was going to say different. I think it's almost poetic."

"Poetic?" He scoffs, a gentle smile on his face. "These poetic rules make things complicated. I feel trapped. I'm not allowed to do things that my heart tells me to do." He says, a pout on his face.

She studies his face. The way his blue eyes peek out from under his honey hair. The tint of red on his slightly chubby cheeks. When they first met, he still had such a babyface. Now, it's almost gone. He glances down at her lips for a moment before looking back into her eyes. "What does your heart tell you right now?" She asks with a tremble in her voice.

"To kiss you." He breathes. His eyes widen when he hears how awkward it sounds out loud. He dies on the inside realizing that he ruined whatever moment they just had. Scowling, he groans at how awful he is at this. No wonder Jedi don't have romantic relationships.

She gulps, closing her eyes. Because he won't make the first move, she will. She closes the gap, her lips landing on his. He freezes, surprised at her reaction. His eyes close as he relaxes into the kiss. When she pulls away, his cheeks are redder than she ever thought possible. He's starstruck, lost for words.

"There you two are." Qui-Gon says, making them jump.

Obi-Wan scrambles to his feet, searching for an excuse for why he is so close to Satine. He gestures to her, his mouth moving but no words coming out. Gracefully, she brushes the grass off and stands. "I was just showing Obi-Wan this field of flowers I discovered this morning." She answers. She's shocked at how smoothly it escapes her. She didn't stutter at all.

"It is a lovely field. I am curious what you were doing on the ground though." Qui-Gon smirks, looking at Obi-Wan. He looks everywhere but at his master. How is he ever going to explain this? How is he ever going to live this down? Qui-Gon will want to talk about it. He'll want to know everything that happened and Obi-Wan is going to be so embarrassed.

"We were examing the flowers, of course. Look at this lily Obi-Wan found." Satine answers as she pulls back her hair to show off the flower, saving him again. Qui-Gon leans in to get a better look. She stares at Obi-Wan, hoping that he'll pipe up soon so that Qui-Gon will drop the subject.

"It is gorgeous, Duchess," Qui-Gon replies as he straightens back up. He looks back at Obi-Wan. "It was a good pick, Obi-Wan. What made you like that one so much?"

Obi-Wan glances up at Qui-Gon, his face still bright red. "I don't know." He mumbles, shrugging his shoulders. 

"I'm sure there must be a reason."

Obi-Wan pinches his eyes shut. Oh, can Qui-Gon just leave them alone? He's already so embarrassed. He's done his job. They won't do anything like that again when he's nearby. "I just thought that it would look pretty in her hair." He finally confesses.

Qui-Gon hums, looking back at Satine. "Yes. It is very pretty." He nods. Obi-Wan groans, hanging his head. Qui-Gon knows he's done enough so he changes the subject. "I have found a place to stay for the night. Why don't we go get our packs ready?"

"That sounds like a very good plan." Satine smiles. Qui-Gon smiles at them, pats Obi-Wan's shoulder, then heads back to their makeshift camp. Satine jumps to Obi-Wan's side as they follow behind Qui-Gon. She nudges him, getting his attention. He arches his eyebrow as she leans in close to him. "You think it looks pretty in my hair?" She quietly whispers.

He glowers, watching her smirk at him. "Don't go there." He replies, making her giggle. For the rest of the trip to their inn, Satine leaves the white lily in her hair. When they go down the night, she carefully wraps it in a piece of cloth she saved. Gently, she tucks it away in her pack for safekeeping. It's a memory she wants to save forever.

She also decides that night that white lilies are her favorite flower.

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Everyone loves a little Obitine here and there right? I totally think back when they first met that Satine was the one making all of the moves. Poor Obi-Wan had no game back then, I'm calling it now.

Anyway, it's my birthday so I thought I would update. Enjoy!