Opposites Attract [Complete]

Though she’d tried to take her time in the shower, wanting Obi-Wan to think she was in no hurry to get back to him, she couldn’t help but rush herself. What if he finished cooking and ran off? She was fairly sure she’d broken up with him first, and he’d ignored that. So why should she listen to him now?
She cursed herself for being so hung up on him. This wasn’t like her at all. She couldn’t remember ever acting so caught up in something, much less a boy. Despite her negative thinking her feet continued to carry her towards the kitchen. She opened the door, Obi-Wan hadn’t run off after all. Of course not, why would she assume the worst of him? Was she trying to villainies him? She was so wrapped up with her thoughts that she forgot to move. Obi-Wan was sitting at the table, a plate in front of him, staring at her, while she stood in the door way.
“Is something the matter?” He asked, glad to see he wasn’t the only one having trouble keeping a level head.
Meleana shook her head and hurried to take the seat across from him. Nothing like sitting down to a private diner with someone to get them out of your head, she thought to herself.
They ate in silence for a while. Obi-Wan wanted to compliment her for standing up to a Jedi Master, but wasn’t sure how to word it, or if Meleana should really be encouraged. They both glanced up at each other occasionally, only to quickly avert their eyes when the other looked away from their plate.
“How’s Anakin?” Meleana finally asked.
“Fine, his training is progressing nicely.”
“Good.”
Another long awkward silence fell over the table. Meleana wanted to blurt something out, anything that would change their current situation. Whatever his reasons for not wanting to see her anymore, he clearly still had some feelings for her. Ignoring them had made things far worse than they were before. She couldn’t recall any of their prior actions causing a distraction to either one of them. After all they were both responsible adults who knew their duties to the Jedi came before any other romantic involvements. As long as they continued to be professional they weren’t hurting anything.
So how to broach the subject with Obi-Wan? ‘Hey I had a dream you were fucking me on this table,’ seemed a little too direct. Dancing around the issue would be too subtle, and whatever it was they were doing now was just embarrassing. The other Jedi were more likely to notice their avoidance of each other than anything else. Force, they couldn’t even look one another in the eye.
Meleana dropped her fork. She had no experience with this sort of thing. The only way she understood romantic interactions with the opposite sex was to be completely up front with her intentions. She stared at Obi-Wan, who carefully avoided her gaze.
She got up with a huff and pushed Obi-Wan’s plate aside before sitting on his lap facing him. “Look at me,” she said in a commanding tone.
His blue-gray eyes looked into hers. She could tell he was feeling, and thinking, exactly the same things she was. She felt her heart start to pound in her chest and shook her head at him.
“Stop being such a wimp,” she said.
He stroked a piece of her feather-soft hair between two fingers. “I can’t.”
Meleana had a devilish twinkle in her eyes, “Oh that’s right, you don’t want to see me anymore. How’s that working out for you?” She sighed, seeing the resolve in his eyes, and got back to her feet, “At least try to act natural around me,” she said shaking her head.

Obi-Wan watched her walk out. As much as his mind told him he was doing the right thing, the only logical thing, the rest of him told him he was making a terrible mistake. He got to his feet and rushed out of the room before he changed his mind.
Meleana was leaning against the wall outside. “I thought I’d give you a minute to find your balls.”
Obi-Wan blushed and bit his lip, “I just thought we should practice acting natural.”
Meleana arched her brow. “In the animalistic sense, or the Jedi sense?”
“Jedi.”
“Alright.”

Early the next morning Garen walked into the dining hall of the ship.
“What were you doing last night?” Garen asked seeing the dreamy look on Obi-Wan’s face.
“Talking about politics.”
Garen arched his brow, staying up all night talking politics wasn’t his idea of a good time. “With Meleana?”
Obi-Wan nodded and turned around in his chair to look at Garen while he riffled through the cooling unit.
“She went to bed about an hour ago. She was too tired to keep arguing with me.”
“You sure do know how to satisfy a woman,” Garen said sarcastically while pouring him self a drink.
“The point was to prove we can interact without feeling the need to tear each others clothes off.”
“And how did that work out for you?” Garen took the seat across from Obi-Wan.
“Terribly, if anything her jaded views of politicians only served to heightened my desire to see her naked.”
“That’s weird. Why again didn’t you take her clothing off?”
“Let’s talk about something else.”
“Alright, as long as it’s not politics, I don’t want you giving me the bedroom eye.”
“Bedroom eye?”
The door swished open and Meleana walked in. She slumped down at the head of the table between Obi-Wan and Garen and sighed.
“That woman is making me insane,” she said resting her head on her palm. “The second I fell asleep she started to play music loudly. I asked if she could please keep things down, she told me I was being rude for expecting her to conform to my abnormal sleep schedule. She wants me to go mad, I’m sure of it.”
“You can always sleep with us,” Garen said trying to be helpful. The looks he caught from the other Jedi caused him to rethink his statement. “There’s an extra bed in our room.”
“Is that alright with you?” Meleana asked looking at Obi-Wan.
“Sure,” he wasn’t sure he could say no even if he’d wanted to.
“Why don’t you show her where it is?” Garen said. “Anakin’s already up. He went to look around in the bridge, so you don’t have to worry about waking him.”

“Do you want the bottom or the top?” He asked once he’d led her into the cramped quarters.
Meleana gave him a wily smile. “Why Obi-Wan, I believe that’s the first time you’ve asked.”
Her smile widened at the redness in his cheeks. “I like the bottom.”
The way Meleana’s eyes were trailing over him made Obi-Wan more than a little nervous. He didn’t think he’d have the will to push her away if she tried to kiss him.
“Would you mind doing me a favor?” She asked sitting back on her bed.
“No,” he answered relieved she’d relaxed.
“Stop by my old room and get my clothes? They’re hanging on the side of my bed drying. It’s the second room on your left from the ships entrance.”
Obi-Wan nodded and walked out.
Meleana was already sleeping when he returned. Latira had detained him for longer than he’d have liked, though he was relieved he wouldn’t have to deflect anymore of Meleana’s advances for the time being. He climbed into the top bunk, assuming he’d be safe from any unwanted conversation if everyone thought he was sleeping. Anakin would hardly complain he wasn’t being followed closely enough.

The rest of the journey to Glycirie was relatively uneventful, despite tensions being high. It was clear to Meleana from the very beginning that this wouldn’t be any easy mission, the addition of a childhood rival, and a former lover, hadn’t helped much. She was somewhat relieved to hear she and Obi-Wan had been paired up for the duration of the mission, mostly because it meant she wouldn’t have to see Latira. Each of the Jedi teams would be sent to negotiate with one of the four foreign powers on the world.
Meleana and Obi-Wan had been assigned Chahirra, they were occupying the second largest sector of Glycirie, and one of the two worlds at odds with one another. The second, Valirim, maintained order in the largest portion of the planet. The Valirim were arguable the most aggressive, and most powerful of the four worlds, which is why Master Marion had chosen to deal with them himself along with Latira.
The severe weather of the planet was evident from orbit, huge portions of the planet were covered in desert, others were so densely packed with storm clouds no land mass was visible beneath them.
Meleana and Obi-Wan had been sent to one of these cloud covered sectors. Anakin looked out at the buckets of rain falling from the sky when the ships ramp lowered to let them off. He glanced up at Obi-Wan skeptically.
“It’s just rain,” Obi-Wan said reassuringly.
“I know that,” Anakin rolled his eyes, “Everything’s going to get soaked.”
Meleana stepped onto the grated catwalk first. The city was elevated, though the muddy flood waters were only a few meters from the catwalk. It was clear they were in the middle of a particularly bad storm. Meleana nearly lost her footing on the metal surface when a particularly strong gust of wind hit her.
“We might want to weigh Anakin down,” she yelled over the elements.
Anakin walked out of the ship, followed closely by Obi-Wan. He didn’t like the idea of being weighed down by anything other than the bag he was carrying. They had wondered why they’d been instructed to meet the Chahirran ambassadors at their offices rather than meeting them at the ships docking area. After the first few steps through the hurricane they had their answer.
They were greeted at the Chahirran office by a young human female, who gave them a brief tour of the building before showing them to their quarters. She offered to retrieve a change of clothes for the sopping wet Jedi, which all of them gladly accepted.
“That was fun,” Meleana said when they were left alone to wait for something dry to wear.
Obi-Wan and Anakin began unloading their soaking bags and laying things out to dry. The room they were in looked as though it were at one time an office. Three cots had been haphazardly placed inside. A desk and chair still remained shoved into the far corner of the room.
“I don’t see how anyone could do any fighting in weather like this. Droids included,” Obi-Wan said.
“The weather here’s not always like this. Twenty years ago this was a desert. The weather shifts pretty drastically, tomorrow could be warm and sunny,” Meleana said sitting down on what she’d designated her cot.
Obi-Wan tossed Meleana her spare clothes, which he’d had in the bottom of his bag and sat down on the cot across from her. He looked over at his Padawan, who was being unusually quiet. He noted the boys eyes were fixed on Meleana’s chest. Her clothing had been thoroughly soaked through, making her hard nipples easily visible through the cream colored fabric.
“Meleana,” Obi-Wan said motioning towards her chest, not sure pointing out her exposure verbally would help.
Meleana looked down and her face flushed red. She quickly moved an arm to cover her chest and looked for something to cover herself with. She grabbed the pillow at the head of the bed and held it to her chest. She looked at Anakin, praying he hadn’t noticed. The smile on his face told her he had. She buried her face into the pillow.
Obi-Wan cleared his throat and tried to hide his amusement. “Anakin, it’s not polite to stare.”
“I…” Anakin couldn’t think of any way to defend him self, “wasn’t.”
“Apologize to Jedi Ariadne.”
Anakin didn’t see why he had to apologize when she was the one exposing herself. “Sorry.”
The awkward moment was diffused when the woman who’d showed them to their rooms returned with their clothing.
“I’ll go change in the bathroom and try to maintain what’s left of my modesty,” Meleana said replacing the pillow with the bundle of clothing in front of her breasts.
Anakin looked tentatively at his Master.
“What?” Obi-Wan asked, having some idea what his Padawan was thinking.
Anakin shook his head, not sure he wanted to have such a personal conversation with his Master yet.
Obi-Wan breathed a sigh of relief, glad to have put off a having a conversation about women with his still very young Padawan.

They remained indoors for the duration of the day, and met with the men and women in charge of the humanitarian mission on Glycirie. The Chahirran’s were overly suspicious of foreigners, that much had been noted on the mission briefing, but they seemed to take to Meleana. Perhaps it was her unorthodox approach to negotiating. She used humor to defuse almost any tense situation. For whatever reason, it was clear by the end of the day that the Chahirran’s preferred her over Obi-Wan.
The time zone the Jedi were occupying on Glycirie was several hours behind the standard time they were used to. By the end of the day they were all ready for bed, and fell asleep almost as soon as they had been relieved for the day.