Chapter 6

The following day passed in such a whirlwind for Padmé, she didn't even have time to miss Obi-Wan. Her mother was brought to Theed palace and Padmé was fitted for her mother's wedding gown. Thankfully, the gown needed no alterations and she would be able to wear it that night for the wedding.

Jobal decided to take her daughter to a shopping center near the palace in an effort to calm her nerves before the wedding, and take her mind off the fact that she couldn't see Obi-Wan until the ceremony itself. It was the perfect time for mother-daughter time.

"When the queen sent word to us about your betrothal when you turned fourteen, your father and I were understandably concerned," the older woman was saying. "It wasn't until she also explained that you wouldn't be married until you were a little older that we breathed easier. I know according to our traditions and customs that once you turned fourteen, you were considered an adult and of marriageable age, but…"

"I know Mother, and I think Obi-Wan felt the same way," Padmé said, smiling at the mention of her sweetheart's name. "We were originally going to wait until a week after my seventeenth Life Day to marry, but something happened.

"There are still some Jedi Knights and Masters who are clinging to their old traditions," she explained, knowing her mother knew something about the Jedi Order.

Jobal nodded. "That they forbade personal relationships and attachments of any kind, yes I knew that. Which was why I was surprised that they were willing to have one of their young knights marry."

Padmé proceeded to tell her mother about how Jedi Master Rancisis came to Naboo and tried to make her break the engagement using a Jedi mind trick, and the result was the wedding date being moved up to that night. Jobal simply shook her head at the absurdity of it all. "While I'm happy for you and Obi-Wan, I can't help but be concerned. This Jedi Master probably won't stop trying to force you two apart."

"Master Yoda will do all he can to make sure that doesn't happen again," Padmé assured her. "I trust him."

Jobal smiled and hugged her youngest daughter close to her. "I hope you're right."

The garden at Theed palace had been prepared for the wedding celebration. When the betrothal had first been arranged, both Padmé and Obi-Wan had expressed a desire to be married outdoors in the garden. There was a canopy erected where a Naboo holy man waited for the ceremony to begin.

At sunset, the groom took his place at the front under the canopy, dressed in full Jedi attire, including his robe. He wasn't wearing the hood, however. He'd bathed an hour before the ceremony, his hair had been washed and brushed until it shone and his beard had been trimmed. He couldn't wait to see his bride walk up the aisle to meet him, knowing damned good and well that she was wearing her mother's gown.

The queen of Naboo made her way up the aisle and sat in the front next to the bride's mother. The handmaidens followed their queen, although Rabé and Cordé would be the ones standing up for Padmé and they made their way up to the front on the other side of the holy man.

Jobal stood and the rest of the guests followed suit as Padmé made her way up the aisle on the arm of her father, Ruwee Naberrie. The holy man and Obi-Wan stepped forward.

"Who gives this woman in marriage?" the holy man intoned.

"Her mother, myself, and Her Highness do," Ruwee replied, placing Padmé's hand in Obi-Wan's "Take care of her, son." He then went to sit with his wife and the queen.

The ceremony was short, yet rich with feeling. Anyone in the royal household knew this had gone from being a political match to being a love match. Vows were exchanged, and then the rings they'd been given during their betrothal ceremony were switched from their right hands to their left. The holy man recited the holy texts of marriage and pronounced them husband and wife.

"What the gods have joined together, let no one tear asunder," he declared. "You may share a kiss of peace."

Obi-Wan didn't need to be told twice. He gently cupped his wife's face in his hands and kissed her tenderly, letting the love and desire he felt for her seep into their kiss.

About thirty minutes later, they were all gathered in the palace ballroom celebrating the marriage. The tables were groaning with several choices of food, several meats and cheeses, breads, and a large multi-tiered cake covered in spun sugar. A local Naboo band was playing a lively reel and most of the guests were dancing. It didn't take Obi-Wan long to get the hang of the dance, but he was soon dancing comfortably with his new wife.

"You're a natural," Padmé said with a soft smile.

"When you travel the universe with Qui-Gon Jinn, you learn some things," he quipped. She giggled and let him hold her closer in the dance.

After the wedding feast, the handmaidens hustled Padmé away to prepare her for the wedding night. She was helped out of her mother's wedding gown and dressed in a long white nightgown with bell sleeves and low-cut V-neck that showed a little cleavage, as well as being knee-length. Once she was dressed and her hair was taken out of its complicated knots, she was escorted to her bedchamber where the bed had been prepared for the consummation of her marriage. The bed was turned down and covered with Naboo rose petals. The handmaidens smiled at her and left her alone. She didn't have to wait long, however.

Obi-Wan had also been hustled away to be prepared. He bathed one last time and was dressed in a blue silk men's robe. He was escorted by Padmé's father and Qui-Gon to Padme's bedchamber. They left him alone outside the door. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and went inside. The sight before him took his breath away.

Padmé was standing beside the bed that had been prepared for their wedding night, the covers turned down and the bed covered in Naboo rose petals. She was wearing a beautiful white knee-length negligee with bell sleeves and a low-cut V-neckline. She smiled at him almost seductively.

"Beautiful minx," he growled softly, making his way to her and the bed. She smiled as he pulled her into his arms and devoured her mouth with a deep, passionate kiss. Her mouth blossomed open beneath his and he heard and felt her moan into his mouth. Soon their tongues were tangling sensually with each other, and the need for oxygen was the only thing that forced them to end the kiss.

"Obi-Wan…" she whispered as he gently lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed of roses and laid her down gently, taking in the sight before him. Padmé looked away shyly.

"No," he said, turning her face back to his and planting a soft kiss on her lips. "You've no reason to be shy. You're so beautiful…" He gently unlaced the front of the negligee, loosening it enough to slide it off her shoulders, baring her breasts to his view. They may have been small, but they were perfect to him. His hands wandered down, gently caressing them. She leaned into his touch.

Their mouths sought each other again, her tongue teasing his. She reached up to remove his robe and her eyes widened at the realization that he was naked under the robe. He gently raised her arms above her head as he pulled her negligee off, leaving her as naked and vulnerable as he.

He trailed kisses down her neck to her breasts, teasing each dusky nipple with his tongue, causing her to arch up off the bed. He smiled inwardly. So she likes that, he thought as he trailed kisses down her tummy to the untouched area between her legs. He knew what he had to do to prepare her for him so he sent her soothing waves through the Force, gently spreading her thighs. He caressed her with his hand, inserting one finger into her opening, wanting to loosen her up. Her soft aroused groans were arousing him mightily, so he inserted a second finger, and then a third.

Padmé's body was soon aflame with the desire pulsating through her. She never dreamed it would feel this good. Just when she thought she could take no more, she glanced up, seeing him lower his head, and his soft lips and gentle tongue were added to her sensual torment. "Obi-Wan!" she cried out softly, her head thrashing about on the bed, her hands gripping the bedsheets and rose petals. He smiled and pulled away, covering her body with his. Her cries and moans had aroused him mightily and he could bear no more without joining with her completely.

He settled himself between her thighs, gently cupping her face in his hands. He knew this was her first time and he wanted to make it good for her. "I love you, Padmé," he said, kissing her tenderly. "I'll be as gentle as I can with you." As he caressed her face, he sent her more soothing, loving waves to her through the Force.

She smiled tearfully, nodding to indicate she was ready for him to breach her. "Breathe, darling," he whispered as he reached between their bodies to guide himself into her softness. She continued to breathe normally as she felt him stretching her inner walls. Soon he came to the barrier that was keeping her a virgin. "Breathe," he repeated as he withdrew a little, and then thrust forward, breaching her. She gasped softly and tears of pain stung her eyes. Once he was completely sheathed inside her, he held still, waiting for her to get used to him. Padmé continued to breathe, feeling the pain beginning to subside, being replaced by a feeling of fullness. She smiled and nodded for him to go on.

He leaned down and kissed the few tears that had rolled down her cheeks, and then began to move inside her, slowly at first, and then picking up the pace. It didn't take long for Padmé to feel his rhythm and match it. Soon they were moving as one. Her hands caressed his back, her nails gently scratching, urging him on. Her legs were soon wrapped around his waist, yet she wanted him closer and closer, like she couldn't get enough of feeling his skin against hers. "Obi-Wan…" she groaned softly, needing to feel her soul meld with his. "Obi-Wan…I love…you." She crushed his lips with hers, moaning against his mouth.

Their bodies erupted in a shared climax moments later, uniting their souls and joining their hearts.

Padmé cried out softly, going limp on the bed, her body trembling. Once her inner walls stopped spasming, Obi-Wan pulled out of her and rolled onto his side, cuddling his young wife close. "I'm here, sweetheart, I'm here," he whispered while also whispering soft Coruscanti endearments. She settled into his arms, snuggling in as she fought the urge to sleep. She didn't want to sleep just yet. She just wanted to rest and make love with her husband again and again.

"Don't fight it, sweetheart," he whispered, kissing her lips and her eyelids. "Sleep. I'll be with you, forever."

Forever, she thought to herself. I like the sound of that. As her eyes closed one last time, she whispered, "I love you, Obi-Wan Kenobi…"

Obi-Wan watched her fall asleep in his arms, tears of love welling up in his eyes. "And I love you, Padmé Amidala-Kenobi."

They slept knowing that now nothing would keep them apart. This was love's alliance, and it would hold forever, even after they became one with the Force.

THE END