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Category: Qui/Obi, angst

Rating: PG (really I would say G but it does lust& stalking)

Warnings: StalkerObi! Implied underage ...but no sex...so it don't matter!

Spoilers: Nope.

Feedback: Umm...okay. On or off list. But it's my virgin post, be gentle!

Disclaimer: George owns everything, or at least everything that's good...

I like to watch.

It has become an obsession, a desperate need to catalog the emotions of my Master. I love mornings best, though I rarely get to see him then. The moment of awakening when daylight plays across his face and he arches into the golden, glowing Force like a lover. His hair in wanton disarray, limbs loose, he allows himself a pleasurable, orgiastic stretch before wrapping himself in serenity.

Sometimes I wish we could be away from the temple all the time. It is easier to watch him then.

Lately, I've taken to following him, a shade that trails him in silence while he goes about his duties. I see the endearing smile he shares with an initiate, the grimace when he can't avoid Master Windu, the impatience at the Quartermaster's demands.

And later, when he leaves the temple with her I see even more.

Force help me, I see.

I see his tenderness, his love wasted on one who is sightless. She can't see the corners of his mouth quirk in a grin, the full sparkle of his smile. She can't see the light fill his eyes when she touches him. She doesn't witness the softening of his features with arousal or the swelling of his lips with her kisses. She is blind to beauty and he loves her.

Oh, to see passion written in the lines of his face, just once to see him in ecstasy. I want long moments to watch his hands caressing, lips worshipping in pure joy. I want to see him slack and sated...to own that memory.

It is not mine to see, to own. I am just a padawan.

A boy.

I like to watch.

I hope he sees.