Obi-wan waited until the lights were out in her apartment and then he gracefully let himself down onto the open balcony. His feet were quick and sure as he silently moved across the shiny stone towards where her room was located. Mentally he knew the layout of the apartments by heart, having visited many times before in the darkness of the night.
Quietly, he pushed the door aside with the force and it whispered back into it's pocket. There, in a large bed on the opposite side of the room, was Padme. She lay on her back, hair in a large halo around her head, and the light from the city planet fell in great, jagged lines across the dark bed clothes.
He let the door close gently behind him and tucked his arms into the sleeves of his robe.
She was peaceful. Her face relaxed in a way that he didn't remember it being for the past few months. Here, there was no war. She didn't worry about people losing their lives and she didn't worry about him. Her breath came in small sighs as she whiled away the hours in a dreamland of her own making. A dreamland that he hoped included him.
This was how he always wanted to remember her, at peace and not thinking about what would happen next. Here she didn't have to be the perfect Senator and could just be that young woman that he had known so many years ago and grown very fond of during their time together.
Her features were soft and almost ethereal against the glow of constant traffic that poured through the slotted window covering. This was her safe place, where nothing could find her and hurt her. Obi-wan hoped that nothing would ever come to hurt her. He cared for her far too much to be able to handle letting her go. This was stumbling block of his own attachment to her, but he hated to think of her ever leaving him.
Carefully, Obi-wan moved to the side of the bed and stood, looking into her face. He was memorizing every feature from her long eyelashes, to the way her hair fell just right around her slumbering face. He traced her exposed neck with his eyes, remembering how kissing it tasted and how warm her skin was against his. Remembering all the time they had spent in this room, not merely sleeping, but loving each other like no one had ever loved before or would after.
This was something he wanted to take with him. He could have no holoimages or anything else that would incriminate them in the love they shared. This moment was all that he would get and it would have to last him a very long time. He didn't know when he would be able to return to Coruscant or if he ever would again.
She stirred slightly as though she knew he was there. Obi-wan backed slowly away from the bed and into some darker shadows, but she did not wake. She merely shifted onto her side and tucked her hands under her cheek.
Padme was beautiful. She was the promise that brought the sun in the morning and hung the moons of Naboo at night.
As quickly as his time in her room had come, Obi-wan had to leave again. There were clones to be led and battles to be waged. There were men to send to their deaths, but that was something he didn't want to think about while he was in her presence.
He wanted only to think about her.
"Goodbye my love," he whispered.