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"Ani!" Padme's face lit up, easing the young man's misgivings that she would not be itching for him as much as he did her, a smile releasing his apprehension. His wife looking ever more radiant, Anakin quickly becoming heated as his eyes roamed her, his desires going too long unfulfilled. "Oh Ani, I'm finally allowed off this Planet." She exclaimed in utter elation; Padme loved Naboo, but her Senator duties required her to be at Coruscant, reuniting with her husband had a hand in her present joy of returning too.

"I can't wait, my love." Soon he would be able to taste his sweet angel again. "When you return, the Chancellor has generously offered to help me see you in private. He-"

"Wait... What?"

"He knows... about us, he want's nothing more than to help us Padme..." Noting the look of concern on her face. "We can trust him, my love."

Padme's mouth was agape, taking a moment to register his words before finally speaking. "Does... Does he know we're married?"

He smiled again. "No, only that we care for each other, he doesn't share the Jedi's view on love..." Padme didn't seem convinced. "He sympathizes with our plight Padme." His voice losing its loving tone as her eyes continued to questioned the Chancellor's motives, he was a good man, a good friend, how could she think he would do anything that would cause them harm. Padme's brow knotted, still unconvinced, there was something about Palpatine that she couldn't quite put her finger on but she knew she ought not trust him entirely. Yet now, now he knew one of her deepest secrets, thankfully not the entirety of it which was some consolation she supposed. With a heavy sigh she let the matter drop. "Ok Ani." Only just spying his chest was visible over the holovid, his Jedi robes hung loose over him, she had missed the warmth it brought, longing for his touch once more. "I miss you." She confessed.

"And I you."


"Do remember to use our alias names." Obi-Wan glinted at her as they boarded the ship, Padme dressed in rather underwhelming attire in order to blend in with the crowd, every precaution needed to be taken to prevent another attempt on her life. Reaching their small cabin to unload what little belongings she was permitted to bring. "Why would I forget?"

"I never dreamed you would forget... Purposefully defying my orders however..."

Padme choked. "What's this?" She protested.

"It's appears to be a bed, My Lady." He countered, entering the room after her.

"Yes, I can see that... Why is there only one?" Turning on her heels to face him.

"Because... Milady, as far as these people are concerned, you are my wife. And last I checked; wives shared their husbands' bed." Finding a chair in the corner, pointing it out, "Not to worry, I'll make myself comfortable there."

"Good." She dismissed his presence as she unpacked her clothing, folding them neatly into the small set of drawers provided. The room was simple, with only a small fresher adjoining it, the bed; even though made for two, was drastically smaller to what she was used to.

"I'll go see what there is to eat, would you like anything?"

"No, I'm fine." Still determined to reject his presence though her stomach betrayed her at the mention of food, letting out and immense growl, causing them both to laugh.

"You sure about that?" He delighted. Padme feigning a scorn in his direction before succumbing to his offer.


Finding a quiet corner to eat their meal, Padme couldn't help but feel guilty for how she had been treating her old friend. Friend? Were they even that anymore? It had been so long since they had truly spoken with one another. "I'm sorry." She felt compelled to say. Obi was a little taken back. "For what? You have nothing to apologize for."

"I do, I've been behaving like a child. When all you have tried to do is keep me safe." Reaching over the table to clasp his hand. "I am thankful for that."

Obi-Wans larger hand swallowing hers whilst instinctively grazing his thumb over her fingers, sharing a moment of understanding as they looked into each other's eyes.

As lights dimmed recreating a form of artificial night, Obi-Wan and Padme stayed within the sanctuary of their cabin, Padme lay in bed as Obi-Wan shivered under a thin sheet, though booking a twin bed may have seemed odd for a married couple Obi-Wan sorely regretted not doing so now.

"You're shivering." She stated.

"Nothing a Jedi can't handle." He replied, his voice trembling a tad.

"Come here, you won't be any use to me if you don't get any sleep." She moved to one side of the bed to accommodate him. "After all, we're friends now, yes? I can't very well leave you shivering all night while I'm toasty in here."

"Again?... I wasn't aware we stopped being friends." A smile tugged on the corner of his lip as Padme giggled. Obi-Wan thought sleeping next to her might be even more of a distraction than the cold, but Padme kept insisting until he complied, there was no arguing with her when her mind was made. He carefully lay as far as possible on his side of the bed, flat on his back chastising himself as he sneaked glimpses of Padme sleeping next to him, her chocolate curls spilling around her in the most magnificent way. Obi-Wan loved when her hair hung freely; remembering the time he'd first seen her without all the fancy attire a Nabooian Queen was required to wear, thinking she was merely a hand maid, yet her smile separated her from the others. Now she was next to him, sleeping soundly, unaware of his turmoil as he summoned all of his strength not to take her in his arms.


Morning lights began to stir his eyes, arms stretched out, he fought to keep them shut in an attempt to get a little more sleep. Drifting in and out of slumber he realized his right arm was numb, lazily opening one eye he saw Padme's back next to him, using his arm as a make shift pillow. Oh force! This was too close for his liking, waking with morning glory was nuisance enough but now the object of his desire had him trapped, increasing the tightening in his sleep pants. Halting his thoughts, Obi-Wan froze as Padme rolled in her sleep to face him nesting her head in his chest, hand resting on the bare part exposed by the loose undershirt. Each movement resonating into his core prompting him to encase his arm around her, to which her body responded and curled deeper into him, there he dozed off once more.

She had missed her husband next to her, missed the warmth of his arms around her, missed his hands on her skin. She had never gotten used to sleeping alone after he left, part due to becoming accustomed to his presence and part due to her wanton going unfulfilled, now in his arms once more her heat slowly began to rise. His breathing was so calming, she didn't remember when she's last felt so content in his arms, he often stirred in her bed tirelessly. Perhaps their reunion had brought him some reprieve from his endless unrest? Padme sleepily smiled at that and while still not fully woken she brought her leg up, accidentally grazing him. A shiver coursed through her; wells of the desire locked away for too long threatening to spill over as she brushed against it, sighing as her body began to wriggle of its own volition.

Obi-Wan was abruptly called from sleep as Padme's leg swept across him, lightly kissing the already alert part of him, a distinct sound of pleasure escaping his lips as his heavy eyes refused to open. His hand returning the sensation of its own accord, drawing lines up and down from her spine to the small of her back, her delicate fingers tangling within his chest hair.

Padme breathed a little deeper as Anakin played with her back, his touch slow... sensual, different from his usual urgency, awakening new senses. Her body becoming heady as her hand played with his smooth chest, but... that was odd; his chest felt... fuzzy. That couldn't be right. She continued her search as fingers confirmed she was definitely playing with wiry hair, now waking she slowly lifted her head to see. "That's odd." She faintly spoke to herself, as the horror of her predicament dawned on her, "Obi-Wan!" Her screech piercing his eyes open, both of them now aware of the compromising position they were in, Padme fleeing the scene into the fresher as she apologized profusely.


"No... no, no, no, no." Was all the said in hushed tones, leaning her weight against the sink. Splashing herself with cold water before attempting to clear up the situation.

Obi-Wan resolved to dress before she returned, both a little embarrassed and he didn't want to offend her further, her howling confirmation enough of her horror. Removing his slept in under shirt and sleep pants for fresh attire.

"Obi-Wan I'm sorr-" Padme waltzed back into the room ready to discuss the situation until she gasped at the sight of him. For a split second she didn't want to look away, seeing clearly for the first time his toned Jedi body, forged in a little more muscle than Anakin's lean frame, dotted with battle scars. Obi-Wan rushed to grab a covering for his indecency while Padme flushed at the cheeks, finally averting her eyes, "Oh force!" She blurted out, looking at anything but him. At that Obi-Wan laughed, "And I was changing to ease tensions."

Padme relaxed, laughing with him as he alleviated the situation in only the way Obi-Wan could. "As I was saying... I'm sorry for-"

"No need, My Lady." He cut across; making his way to her now his trousers were securely on, taking hold of her chin, tenderly bringing her face to look at him. "You have nothing to apologies for." His warm eyes, beckoning her to ease her worries as she smiled back at his reassuring gaze. If only that were true. Padme longed to tell the dear man before her why she was so guilt ridden. Tell him of her vows to his Padawan. How now, even this simple act of kindness between them felt like a betrayal, his touch now rendering her putty in his hands... Causing conflict within her heart.