Chapter Eleven

The dream, as it had always done, attempted to pull Padmé back into its realm even as her conscious mind struggled for awareness, sensing there was something out of the ordinary occurring. Even though the dream itself was pleasurable, the sensations she had been experiencing were doubled upon awakening as soon as Padmé realized with welcome surprise the movement of soft, spiked hair and a stubble-roughened cheek against her thigh. She reached down to run her fingers along Obi-Wan's scalp as the velvety rasp of his tongue moved over her swollen flesh, causing Padmé to gasp and arch off the bed in search of the stimulus.

"I.." She stammered as the gentle abrasion of teeth moved across her in place of his tongue while her toes curled. "I thought we were going to sleep?"

"I had a better idea." Obi-Wan murmured as he maintained his focus on his previous activity.

Padmé's lust-muddled brain fought for rational thought as she weighed the irregularity of the situation. Obi-Wan had never been the aggressor in their physical relationship. Ever. He had always approached her almost timidly, as if he were asking for her permission. Not that he had needed it, but she had always appreciated his manners. However, Padmé had secretly fantasized that someday he would surprise and take her, roughly even. It was the subject of most of her erotic dreams.

It was obvious that the change had occurred following his meditation and struggle with the Dark Side. Although, he hadn't explained exactly what had happened, Padmé realized that this was not the same Obi-Wan. This was a more confident and secure Obi-Wan, now strong emotionally as well as physically, and Padmé found she was excited by the thought, as well as by the curiosity of what he had in mind. Her wondering soon eclipsed behind a blinding burst of pleasure as the pressure of his lips and tongue were replaced with probing fingers easing in and out of her, more deeply each time.

She hadn't realized he had moved up to watch her face as it was difficult to see with your eyes rolled back in your head, and when had he removed her sleeping gown?

"Gods, Padmé," he murmured, the hot breath landing upon her neck and ear. "You're so wet." Padmé opened her heavy-lidded gaze, her mouth dropping open to make some type of response, but the unexpectedness of his words silenced her, as well as his next move, which was to lower his head to her breasts where each nipple was sucked, flicked, nipped, and kissed, all the while keeping his hand moving in its earlier explorations.

It was maddening and she pressed her pelvis up into his hand, needing more contact, more stimulation, but was pushed back down to the bed with a push of her hips, his whispered words raspy, deep, and warm upon her mouth. "Sh. I'm going to be inside you when you come. I want to feel it."

Oh gods…

The breath left her as Padmé was flipped over and positioned with her hips high, her knees bent. She leaned backward with want and wasn't denied as Obi-Wan slid easily inside.

The pace he set was frantic, but Padmé met every thrust with a backward lunge of her own. She was tighter than she had ever been, or maybe he was larger, but it was different. Especially when the pleasure was heightened by a playful slap to her backside, causing Padmé to yelp in surprise and seek out his hand to pull it between her thighs. She was so close.

One touch of his hand was all it took to send her over the edge and Obi-Wan stilled his movements to absorb the sensations, setting up his previous pace when her tremors subsided. It just a few moments, Padmé felt his own spasms deep inside and a forceful grunt and rush of air upon her back.

They fell to the bed together, lying on their backs, staring up at the beamed ceiling of the ship's cabin.

And then for some reason, Padmé started laughing. She couldn't help it. It was as if all of her worries about him had just evaporated.

"Are you okay?" Obi-Wan asked, propping himself upon his elbow, his concerned face flushed and sweating. However, seeing her beaming smile, his expression changed to joy. "Sorry. I don't know what got into me."

"I do." Padmé answered back playfully. "You!"

She tackled him then, flinging Obi-Wan backward onto the mattress, covering his body with her own and kissing him greedily, pulling on his bottom lip with her teeth, which brought another smile to his handsome face.

"I wasn't too rough?"

"Not at all. But I am curious what brought that on."

"I'm not sure." Obi-Wan explained as Padmé dropped her head down upon his chest, her fingers toying with the bronze curls there. "I was dreaming about you and when I woke up, I was so damn horny, I couldn't keep my hands off you."

So this was going to be the new Obi-Wan? It didn't take Padmé two nanoseconds to decide she liked it. Hell, she loved him and had for the past three years, but this man lying beneath her now was the man she was sure he could be. Should have been all along. He just hadn't had the chance to be it until today. Now, she just hoped that everything would stay the same and he could always be this carefree.

"Feel free to dream of me often, but I have to wonder how long this honeymoon stage of ours is going to last. Do you think it's always going to be this way between us?"

She was only half serious when she asked. She loved Obi-Wan for more than his amazing body and sexual prowess. He was her companion and her best friend, the only person she really trusted and wanted to be with.

"I imagine when you're an old lady with sagging and wrinkled skin and are barely able to keep up with our grandchildren, I'll still find the time to sneak a poke or two."

Padmé slapped at his buttock for his lame attempt at humor, but one word he had said caught her attention. "Grandmother? You see me as a grandmother huh? Don't I have to be a mother first?"

"Usually." Obi-Wan answered, pulling Padmé's chin up with his finger so that she could see that he considered this a serious subject, his eyes focusing upon her face. They had never spoken about having a family, but he wanted one with her. She would make such a wonderful mother. "But don't you think we should go about this the right way?"

"The right way?" Padmé repeated. "If you mean stop taking my birth control, just say the word."

Obi-Wan chuckled at her eager response. "That's not what I meant."

Looking around, the young man plucked an errant thread from the thick, ivory blanket and then proceeded to tie it around Padmé's ring finger.

"There. That will have to do until we get to someplace civilized."