Here it is, ladies. The moment you've all been waiting for. Enjoy!
Anakin walked into the Creche, smiling sadly. It would be his last assigned time here for a while since he would be leaving for Naboo in a few hours. Glyn, the Creche mistress, smiled as he walked in. "You're just in time, Padawan Anakin," she said as they bowed to one another. "Kira just woke up from her nap. Would you like to give her a bottle?"
"I'll give her a bottle, if she'll let me." He grinned.
"Oh, she loves anyone who gives her attention." She led Anakin to a rocking chair and soon he was situated with the baby in his arms, drinking greedily from the bottle in his hand. He chuckled when he felt Kira's small hand wrap around his Padawan braid.
"That's my braid, yes it is," he whispered. "In a few years, you'll have one just like it. Maybe you'll be my Padawan learner."
Kira responded by gurgling as she finished her bottle. Anakin carefully eased her over his shoulder and began to rub her back in an effort to coax a burp out of her. A second later, his efforts pay off and she let out a loud burp. "Careful, sweetie," he admonished playfully. "There are those who might mistake you for a bantha."
Glyn smiled. "You're so good with her," she murmured.
"She's easy to love," he responded with a grin as he carried her back to her crib. He laid her down and picked up one of her rattles, using the Force to give it a shake. "Don't grow up too much on me," he whispered, pressing a finger to his lips and pressing it to her chubby cheek. The baby sighed, sucking contentedly on her pacifier. Glyn took over, allowing Anakin to leave the Creche so he could finish preparing for his journey to Naboo.
A couple of hours later, he walked out to the launch pad with Mace Windu. "I should get there before Rina arrives on Kamino," he said. "She says she'll send a transmission three-way so we can know what's going on."
"Send me a transmission when you get there," Mace told him. "May the Force be with you." The two men bowed to each other and Anakin climbed into the starfighter. A moment later, he was airborne and in space. He flew to one of the hyperframes, attached himself, and set the controls for light speed. If he did this, he knew he'd be on Naboo by late afternoon at least.
"How long have you felt this way?" Padme found herself asking. They were cuddled up on the shore, the lake lapping at their feet, lying on top of his Jedi robe.
He smiled. "Since the time Qui-Gon and I were on Naboo, helping you defeat the Trade Federation. You were fourteen at the time, so I didn't want to push things. Of course, around that time, the Jedi council lifted the ban on attachment. But…" His voice trailed off.
Padme reached up and cupped his face in her hand, stroking his beard soothingly. "But what?" she prompted gently.
"There was someone before," he admitted. "She was training to become a Jedi knight like me, and we'd fallen in love, but there was the Code. She was beautiful, with her long blonde hair, blue eyes. She felt the same way for me. If it hadn't been for Code, we might have gotten together. But, we ultimately had to part."
"What happened to her?" she asked, sensing this was why Obi-Wan had kept his feelings hidden from her for ten years.
He sighed, tears brimming in his eyes. "She was killed in a trade dispute on Ansion fifteen years ago. She and her master, and Qui-Gon and I were there trying to settle things, but fighting broke out and she was shot by a blaster." A tear finally broke free and trickled down his cheek into his beard. "She died in my arms."
"Obi-Wan," Padme whispered easing closer, and letting him hold her tighter against him as he cried and finally released his feelings of regret to her and into the Force. After a few moments, she looked up at him.
"I don't know what's going to happen, especially with everything going on," she admitted. "But, I do love you. I think I started loving you during that time you were here ten years ago. I'd wanted to tell you for so long, but I was afraid, even after Anakin told me about the Code lifting the ban on attachments." She grinned. "He's been on me for years to tell you how I feel."
Obi-Wan laughed through his tears. "My matchmaking Padawan," he chuckled. "I'm going to hate to admit he was right."
He kissed her then, ending the conversation. As their kiss deepened, Padme realized she wanted him. She wanted to be with him in every way possible. When she felt the evidence of his arousal against her belly, she saw he wanted the same thing. She smiled, gently extricating herself from his arms and standing up. She held out her hand to him, and he stood, taking it, carrying his clothes in his free arm. They made their way back to the cottage and went to her bedroom.
Once the door was closed they were in each other's arms, kissing wildly. The clothes he'd been carrying fell to the floor as he clung to the beautiful senator in his arms. His calloused fingers slid underneath the straps of her bathing suit and he gently began to tug it down her body, exposing her breasts to his view. He trailed kisses down her neck to her breasts, first teasing one nipple with his lips and tongue, and then the other.
Padme gasped as he took the initiative. She never dreamed it would feel this good. She could feel his beard tickling her skin as he teased her and it sent waves of arousal through her body, making her weak. She tried to reach over to tease him in turn, but he gently lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. Laying her down gently, he used the Force to gently pin her hands down. "No, love," he whispered. "This is for you."
She groaned softly in pleasure and let him pull her bathing suit off, leaving her nude and vulnerable beneath him. She looked up at him, seeing nothing but pure love in his eyes. A moment later, he resumed his sensual assault, trailing kisses down her body to the untouched area between her legs. She gasped as she felt his lips and tongue teasing her.
He smiled heatedly. So she likes that, he thought and continued to tease her with his lips and tongue. He could hear by her soft moans and pleas that he was bringing her close. He pulled away suddenly and heard her soft groan in disappointment. He stepped back to remove his undershorts and soon joined her in bed, positioning himself at her entrance. It was then that he saw the slight fear in her eyes and realized this was her first time. "I'll be as gentle as I can with you," he whispered, sending soft Force waves to calm her.
"I know," she whispered back, relaxing as she felt him start to enter her slowly. She could feel him stretching her inner walls as he finally reached the barrier keeping her a virgin. A second later, he pushed through, causing her to cry out in pain. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she felt him kissing them away. He held still until she nodded for him to go on.
He began to move then with gentle measured thrusts. For Padme, the pain was already starting to dissipate and she began to move with him. She was wrapped around him completely and she clung to him, her nails gently raking his back, as their pace increased. She could feel the wave start to build again, and she knew that this time, there would be no stopping it, for he needed release as much as she did.
They cried out each other's names as their shared climax slammed into them, uniting their souls and joining their hearts.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they were cuddled up in each other's arms in bed. "I love you," Padme whispered, trying to keep her eyes open.
He smiled. "And I love you." He kissed her lips and then her eyelids. "Sleep."
She felt herself drifting off to sleep in his arms, knowing that he loved her.