Chapter 10:
(Back at Senator Amidala's apartment)
Storming back into her chamber after having a brief word with Jar-Jar whom she had chosen to be a representative for her, Padme glanced over at Anakin Skywalker who was standing patiently in front of a window.
"I do not like this idea of hiding." She stated, her tone softly expressing her anger.
"Don't worry." Anakin replied, "…now that the council has ordered an investigation, it won't take Master Obi-wan long to find this Bounty Hunter." He assured as he followed behind the young Senator.
Glancing over her shoulder as she made her way over to her closet, Padme's brown eyes narrowed softly, "I haven't worked for a year to defeat the Military Creation act to not be here when its fate is decided." She stated as turned away from the young Jedi and began rummaging around in her wardrobe. Padme quickly collected a few items of clothing before she turned back around and walked over to her bed where a suitcase had already been laid out for her.
Taking a few steps closer to the bed himself, Anakin licked his lips for a quick second, "Sometimes we must let go of our pride and do what is requested of us." He answered wisely.
Hearing the young man's words as she finished neatly folding the last item of clothing into her suitcase, Padme straightened up, "Anakin…" she began while she gently nodded her head, "…you've grown up." She stated with mild approval in her voice as she once more made her way back over to the closet to collect the rest of her things,
Glancing down at the floor, Anakin turned away and headed over to the other side of the room, "Master Obi-wan manages not to see it." He stated before going quiet for a few moments as he thought of his Master, "Don't get me wrong," he added, "Obi-wan is a great mentor; he's wise as Master Yoda and as powerful as Master Windu…." Turning back to face Padme who was now watching him, Anakin quickly nodded his head in confession, "…I am truly thankful to be his apprentice." Sighing, Anakin began pacing slowly across the floor, continuing his thoughts, "In some ways….a lot of ways I'm really ahead of him." He explained, his face suddenly taking on a slightly irritated expression, "I'm ready for the trials." He said confidently before shaking his head, "But…he feels I'm too unpredictable. He won't let me…move on." Anakin finished.
Padme, watching the young man intently looked back down as she continued folding her clothes, "That must be frustrating." She guessed in a composed tone.
"It's worse!" Anakin declared, "He's overly critical, he never listens…he…he…doesn't understand. It's not fair!" he exclaimed before he turned his eyes back onto Padme,
"Well all mentors have a way of seeing more of our faults than we would like." Padme returned in her cool voice, "Its how we grow."
Sighing, Anakin walked over and took a seat down on the end of the bed, right next to Padme as the young Senator still stood hovering over her packing, "I know…" he murmured softly.
Padme, feeling her heart go out toward the young man, turned towards him before she moved closer to look down on him, "Ani…" she began, using his old nickname from 10 years ago, "…don't try to grow up too fast."
Standing up from his seat, his tall form towering over Padme's, Anakin took a step towards the young woman before him, "But I am grown up." He replied, "You said it yourself." He reminded as a smile came to his face and his eyes took on a look of admiration.
Padme felt her breath get caught in her throat at the look he was giving her, "Please don't look at me like that." She asked.
"Why not?" Anakin returned.
Keeping her face masked and herself composed and professional, Padme answered, "It makes me feel uncomfortable."
Then without another word, Padme moved past Anakin to go over and close her closet doors. Staring after the beautiful, young Senator, Anakin continued to smile softly,
"Sorry M'lady." He apologized though in his tone there was no sincerity in it.
Once the doors were closed and Padme went back over to the bed to close her suitcase, she glanced briefly over at Anakin, "Do you know where Angela went?" she asked.
Anakin shook his head, "No but knowing her, she's probably not too far away." He answered knowingly.
(After shortly arriving back at the temple….)
In her usual, long, graceful strides, Angela strolled on through the grand Jedi Temple, heading for its archives. As she passed into the incredibly large room, she raised her hands up and pushed the black hood off her head.
"Now then…" she murmured quietly to herself, "….where to start?" she asked as she casually walked over to where a line of computers sat before she took up a seat in front of one. Reaching out to the keyboard, Angela swiftly began her search by trying to find information on the Bounty Hunter that she had encountered on Naboo. He was a well supplied one; that was obvious with all his armor and weaponry which meant there must be a lot of money behind him. So with that knowledge, Angela was able to narrow results down a bit. But it still didn't help her find what she was looking for. All the Bounty Hunters that were on record here did not even come close to matching up with her Bounty Hunter's profile. And after spending a few hours in front of the screen, Angela sat back with a long sigh before she raised a hand up and ran it smoothly through her hair.
"Unbelievable…" she breathed out, "…it's like the guy doesn't even exist."
Suddenly restless, Angela pushed her chair back and rose from her seat.
"Maybe Obi-wan's having better luck at finding a lead." She told herself while she turned on her heel and headed for the archives exit. As she left the room and stepped out into the long corridor, she unexpectedly found herself running straight into a very broad and well muscled chest. She stumbled back a step and shook off the daze that had hit her on contact before she found herself staring up into Obi-wan's handsome face as he placed his two powerful hands upon her shoulders to help steady her.
"…Obi-wan…" she breathed out in surprise. Obi-wan smiled warmly in response,
"Angela…" he greeted before he quickly glanced around at all the Jedi that were in the same hallway as them; some were even watching the secret couple in curiosity. Clearing his throat and putting a professional face, Obi-wan released Angela before he took a step back and bowed respectfully, "…My apologies, Black Rider." He stated, "…I did not see you there."
Understanding what he was doing, Angela returned the motion herself, going along with the show, "…the fault was mine, Master Obi-wan. My mind was elsewhere I'm afraid." She replied.
Obi-wan raised a soft eyebrow up at her words, "A lot on your mind?" he guessed knowingly. Angela nodded her head,
"Yes." She replied coolly before she took a small step towards him, "…actually I was hoping I would be able to have a quick word with you on a certain matter, Master Obi-wan. Revolving around the investigation."
"Well I would be more than happy to sit down and talk with you." He replied as he folded his arms casually within his long, brown sleeves. "Shall we take this back to my apartment, then?" he asked.
Angela nodded her head, "Yes that would be fine."
Nodding his head, Obi-wan moved about till he stood next to Angela before they slowly began their walk back through the temple to where Obi-wan's apartment resided at. On the outside to anyone watching them pass by, they looked like nothing more than two professionally trained individuals handling some business; no one would have ever suspected the fact that they were man and wife. As they finally reached Obi-wan's apartment and stepped inside, while Obi-wan closed the front door, Angela tugged her cloak free of her neck and made her way over to the long sofa in the living room. As she tossed the black cloak over the back of the couch, she glanced over her shoulder to see Obi-wan leisurely making his way over to her
"So…" she began in a teasing tone, "Was it coincidence that we ran into each other?" she asked before she turned her body about to meet her husband head on, "….or were you stalking me?" she accused with a small seductive smile on her lips.
Obi-wan grinned in response right as he stopped before his wife and drew her into his arms; Angela went willingly and responded by wrapping her arms up around his neck, "Strictly coincidence." He replied bluntly.
Smiling, Angela lightly pressed her body into the full length of Obi-wan's, "Funny how fate always seems to bring us back together." She stated.
"Funny indeed." Obi-wan replied in a low, smooth voice before he leaned his head down and covered Angela's mouth with his own. His kiss brought a warm, tingly sensation that spread throughout her entire body, sending delicious little shivers down her spine. Obi-wan, sensing his wife's feelings, smiled against her lips before he deepened the kiss. Angela's knees buckled at his passion and she found herself practically being supported by his strength alone. Taking small steps forward, Obi-wan directed Angela to step back till she found herself being lowered down onto the sofa. As Obi-wan followed her down, he braced himself up on his knees for a few moments, allowing him to shrug out of his brown robe without breaking the kiss before he carelessly tossed it aside. Shifting slightly, Angela laid her body down across the sofa while Obi-wan held himself on top of her. As things started heating up, Obi-wan gently began trailing kisses down Angela's jawbone and going further down till he had reached her neck. Sighing and shivering in pleasure, Angela let her hands trail upwards till they began running themselves through Obi-wan's shoulder length hair, tenderly holding his head in place while he nestled into the crook of her neck. His beard, brushing against her bare neck, emitted a soft giggle from Angela's mouth as desire began running hot through her veins.
"Obi-wan…" she whispered, "….that tickles!" she informed. Obi-wan responded with a soft laugh before he purposely rubbed his beard into her neck. Angela squirmed underneath Obi-wan in delight at his playfulness. Panting quietly, Angela, remembering why she had come back to the temple in the first place, forced herself to pull Obi-wan head back for a quick second to look him in the face, "Babe…" she began, "…don't get me wrong or anything but I don't think we are in the right place for this." She pointed out.
Obi-wan thought her words over carefully before he nodded his head. He then rolled off of Angela and got off the couch before rising to his feet. "I agree." He answered.
Angela sat up on the couch before she swung her legs off the edge and stared up at her husband composed face with surprised eyes, "Really?" she returned, feeling quiet surprised at his acceptance.
"Absolutely." He replied before a seductive smile came to his face, "This kind of business would be better off in my bedroom." He stated.
Angela's brows rose up at the comment before laughing, "Obi-wan," she protested while she rose off the couch, "…that's not what I me…." Her words were quickly cut off when Obi-wan took her by the waist, lifted her right off the ground and slung her over his shoulder. "What the…Obi-wan?" Angela exclaimed softly while she gently smacked Obi-wan on his back with her open hand.
Obi-wan laughed in response before he swiftly carried Angela away from the living room and took her straight into his bedroom. Once inside, he had the door closed automatically before he set Angela back down on the ground. "Now where were we?" he asked as he started closing the distance off between their bodies. Angela took a step back and held her hands out in front of her,
"Now Obi-wan…" she began in the most serious voice she could muster up, "…..we have business that needs to be settled." She reminded him though she couldn't help the smile that was threatening to spread across her face.
Reaching out, Obi-wan linked his hands with Angela's before he pulled her close, "You're right, we do have business that needs to be settled." He answered while he bent his head down and once more began kissing her neck. Unconsciously, Angela leaned her head to the side to give him better access. With her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of Obi-wan soft lips upon her skin, Angela slowly shook her head,
" We are so not on the same page." She groaned with a quiet laugh while Obi-wan began leading her back to the bed behind them. When the end of the bed hit the back of Angela's knees causing the young woman to take a seat upon it, Obi-wan took that time to pull back for a quick moment to reach his hands down to the bottom of his white tunic. In one swift movement, Obi-wan tugged the shirt and his undershirt up over his head before he dropped them to the floor right by his feet, leaving his chest completely bare. Angela gasped softly at the sight of Obi-wan being shirtless. He had the body of a god. His chest was still very nicely tanned and toned with his rock hard abs and powerful looking biceps. Angela took in a steadying breath as her gaze trailed down from his broad shoulders, down to his pecks and stomach before they stopped at the waistline of his leggings.
"Umm…" she murmured speechlessly, being caught up in the absolute beauty of the Jedi before her. When she felt his warm hands take her by the elbows and helped her stand up from the bed, the moment her eyes flickered up his body to stare into his loving gaze, Angela lost all her resistance. Even the whole reason for her being back in the Temple in the first place didn't seem all that important anymore.
Slowly, Obi-wan's hands gently began bunching her black gown up her body. Standing completely still as the soft material was carefully pulled over her head, leaving the top half of her body exposed for Obi-wan's eyes, Angela shivered softly before suddenly feeling self-conscious and brought her arms up to cover her chest. Obi-wan caught them half way up and lowered them back down to her side.
"Don't." he murmured as he looked deeply into her eyes before he lowered his gaze back down her body. His eyes traced over her round, full breasts before they ran down the smooth, toned plane that was her stomach before stopping at where her slim waist filled out into her hips. "You're so beautiful, Angela…" he breathed out in awe as he brought his gaze back up to hers.
Angela smiled shyly in response, feeling heat come to her cheeks before she glanced down at the space in the floor left between their two bodies. When Obi-wan's hands came about her waist and pulled her up against his body, his hands slid down to her hips, lightly skimming over them before slipping the tips of his fingers beneath the waistline of Angela's black shorts and began tugging them down her body. Complying, Angela helped Obi-wan finish undressing her till she was standing finally and full naked before him. With nothing on, Angela shivered softly in her husband's hold.
"Your trembling…" Obi-wan murmured soothingly. Angela looked up and smiled gently,
"It's a little cold." She replied.
An adoring smile pulled at Obi-wan's mouth before he swept Angela right up into his arms before he walked over and climbed onto the bed with her. Once he had placed her comfortably back on the pillows, he then discarded the rest of his clothing while Angela pulled the covers back and slid beneath them. Obi-wan joined his wife moments later taking his place right on top of her. "I'll have you warm soon enough." He murmured suggestively.
Angela shifted slightly when the length of Obi-wan's lower body nestled between her legs before he propped the rest of himself up on his elbows. Shaking her head, Angela raised both her hands up and took hold of Obi-wan's face,
"Persistent Jedi." She mumbled playfully. Obi-wan grinned and shrugged a shoulder before he unhurriedly started bending his head down. Angela lifted hers up so that her lips could meet her husband's while her hands entwined themselves about his neck, drawing him closer. The feel of his hard, muscular body pressing down on her softer one ignited a fire deep within Angela's core, threatening to consume them both. And in the end, it did.
Savoring every touch, every kiss, Angela and Obi-wan unleashed the passion that they have been containing for years, forgetting about all their problems and the problems of the galaxy for that precious moment when they resealed their union.