Briefly, doubts were laid to rest. The kiss had been deepened by Obi-Wan, which wasn't precisely what she'd been expecting. Not that she was complaining, mind, just slightly surprised. There was also a relief in the kiss, but it was difficult to tell who precisely it was coming from. Both, most likely.

There was a sense of unsurety from him still, but not related to her. Obi-Wan didn't know exactly how he filled the darkest crevices within his soul... the places that that he refused to even acknowledge. The plain and simple truth was, he didn't fill them with anything. He just avoided them, which was less than healthy to put it mildly.

Fear also clouded everything coming from the Jedi. Fear of losing control, fear of the unknown, fear of the hunger and desire that filled him. Bria knew fear, but not how to cope with it. As such she was very little help in that capacity, and as such decided to try and ignore it. There was so much more to pay attention to, after all. So many things that were more interesting, and far more pleasant. The warmth of his lips for instance?

Despite everything there was some part of him holding back, some part that she had a feeling that she would never be able to touch. Bria could tell that Obi-Wan wanted to be able to open it to her, wanted to be able to give himself completely. Surprisingly, she was not precisely bothered by this developement. In a way, when she'd first met Obi-Wan she had not anticipated being able to reach any part of him. Yet life never ceased to surprise, and likely wouldn't cease anytime in the near future.

Bria just wished she could put his mind at ease, but with what she knew about him that was likely not possible. A whole lifetime of learning one way of thinking was not overcomeable within two days. It might not be overcomeable with a whole lifetime. Be that as it may, Bria only wanted him however she could have him.

Relief was almost palpable when she'd spoken, which did her good in return. It put what little part of her that wasn't, at ease. The fact that it was the only thing Obi-Wan was capable to of hearing, made things just a little bit more complex to her mind. Why can't he hear anything else? Having an open window into another's mind didn't mean you could understand everything that was readable there.

And then thought disappeared again, and there was only feeling. And again she could tell that Obi-Wan gave her as much of himself as he could. Somewhere inside herself, she could feel things being put back together. Things that she had never thought would have any coherence again. It wasn't her whole heart being put back together, but any parts that could be knit back together was something that she could build from. That was more than the Corellian had dreamed of having again. The fact that it was helping the Jedi to heal in some capacity was very much a bonus.

Bria could tell that there was something very spiritual about this for Obi-Wan, and that this was what was doing the Jedi the most good. That wasn't the only thing that he was feeling though... Something very male, and very human was coming through as well. Something, dare she use the word, normal. Desire, burning through his veins, and then working it's way back into her. It was intoxicating in a way that she hadn't know was possible, that almost no one would be able to experience.

This desire was far more readily apparent from the fact that they were both far closer together than whe they'd started. How'd that happen? It was a very absent thought, one that was more feeling than actual thought. Hands were not precisely where they had started out, as one of his head somehow snaked it's way down to her lower back, pulling her that much closer into the heat of his body. Pressing even deeper into the kiss, her hands had held his head there. Not that he needed any holding, but it made everything just that much more intimate for her.

Everything was moving faster than she'd expected, than she'd wanted really. In the heat of the moment she couldn't have cared less. But in a way, she was thankful when Obi-Wan broke the kiss leaving her panting for air. She closed her eyes, trying to bring her heart rate down some. That was... And there simply wasn't a word. Ecstasy came to mind, but there could obviously be so much more that it seemed anti-climatic to give it that name.

That wasn't to say that she didn't want to keep kissing... touching... feeling. It was all a confused mess, and she was anything but in a state that would allow her to figure it out. She heard Obi-Wan mumble an apology, suddenly extremely formal. That also left her confused. After that he goes formal again? Apparently there were layers that she had yet to even see to this man. The prospect of finding out about them bothered her not at all.

Sensing at least part of why Kenobi had pulled back, a desire to not take advantage of her wounded state, she closed her eyes and nearly sighed. Could it really be taking advantage of someone if it was what they wanted? Although, there was still a part of her that didn't want to go down that path just yet. As she looked at that, tried to figure it out, gage it... a look of shock must have made it's way onto her face. Bria was afraid of healing. It had been years since she had been whole, going long back to before she had even gone to Ylesia. There were things that she hadn't even thought of in years that had brought her to that point. The lack of acceptance from her mother, the constant pushing to be something that Bria had wanted nothing to do with. To be someone that she wasn't. Not being able to meet your mother's expecations hurt, regardless of how unreasonable you realized that they were. She was afraid of looking those things in the eye, facing them down, and sorting them out. It shamed her.

Somewhere in the distance that had become Obi-Wan she could tell that he was surprised how far he had let everything go. Bria was not, but she didn't dwell on that. The Corellian tried not to dwell on anything. She failed miserably, coming yet again back to the thing she didn't want to face. And over it all was the looming spectre of the exhultation. If i could just be free of that! It was an anguished thought, a longing and crying out. She had yet to reopen her eyes, not wanting to see what expression was writ upon the Jedi's face. How she thought it could be anything but acceptance, or a desire to help, was beyond her when she looked back. In the moment, such things seem very real however.

Confusiong. It was a feedback loop between them, though for extremely different reasons. Obi-Wan, trying to sort out his motives, to figure out how to lay his own desires down and not change the situation, was practicaly steaped in it. Bria was no less immersed, if for her own more estoric reasons. Not to mention the overarching fear that sweapt throught them both, compicating the matter just that much further.

Finally daring to open her eyes, she saw an expression of apology and conviction. He WOULD make this work, somehow. It wasn't that he didn't want her. In a way, that was the problem. Helping the Jedi past that would be something that she was more hindrence than help, and she knew it. Anything she might say would automatically have too much weight given to it, but would also be taken with such skepticism that it would only confuse matters more. As such, Bria decided to keep her mouth shut.

For this reason she was taken completely by surprise when Obi-Wan spoke again. He asked her to meditate with him. A slight smile creased her lips, as it was far from anything that would be expected given the situation. But it was so like him. Before she could reply, Obi-Wan tried to cover what he considered a gaff with an apology. She tilted her head slightly and watched him rub his neck in and absent manner. Bria could tell that he meant it. That he needed it. That if she said no that everything would likely begin a downward spiral and leave them both shattered. Again.

There were other reasons as to why he wanted it, beyond being centered. It was the purest way the Jedi knew to communicate with someone. But that was with the Force, not with the kind of bond they had. Odds were it would be very similar, but her lack of experience was going to show very badly. Bria had never meditated in her life. It wasn't the sort of thing that the lover of a someone like Han Solo did.

She could feel him bracing himself for her to say no, to react in a way that she didn't think he was committed. That was the thing. Knowing what she did, having assimilated what little of it that she could, Bria knew there was no way that Obi-Wan wasn't committed. Which made the fact that he wanted something as pure, and open, as meditating with her seem vaguely shocking. But not for the reasons that he was fearing.

Biting her lower lip Bria thought it over. What do I have to lose? It's not like he hasn't seen me. Still, she wasn't sure she was ready for something like that again. It would mean seeing him again, knowing him again, in a way that would likely strengthen their bond irrevocably. He was willing to do that... for her. Could she truly give any less?

Slowly, she climbed over the back of the couchs to sit next to him, the action revealing a bit more of her legs than she'd have prefered. Turning, looking straight into his eyes, "You'll have to teach me." Her voice quavered slightly. It was from a lot of things. The passion that had been in Obi-Wan, the fear she felt at opening herself up again, to being opened up to him, and not wanting to face what had been dredged up from it's ghostly closets within her mind. There are some things better left undisturbed, but they all were coming back to haunt her. Clearing her mind of those would be something of an excercise in futility. Unless he could help. She prayed that he could.