Padmé's heart leapt when he told her that they could belong to each other, even if it was only for tonight. If it was only for tonight, then she'd have to make it count. A war was being fought between her head and her heart over how slow to take this. She wanted him, and had for a while, but if she only got him for tonight then she wanted to savor it. Not to mention, she didn't want to scare him. Although, if he had agreed to this, then some part of him must have wanted this, too.
Hesitantly, she placed her hands on his chest, slowly sliding them up to his shoulders. One hand was placed on his cheek, and a smile spread across her face as he leaned into her hand, closing his eyes. It was almost like he was touch-starved, and he would take any sort of physical comfort she could give him. She tipped up on her toes to press a kiss to the corner of his lips, testing the waters. Obi-Wan gently took her chin to hold her in place and kissed her. The first kiss was sweet, but each kiss started to build in intensity as their lips came back together. His hands sunk into her hair and her hands gripped his shirt. It was then that Padmé realized that she wouldn't scare him off if she pushed a little farther, because as much as she wanted to give him this physical comfort, he needed it. Her breath was taken away as she felt his arm slip around her waist and pull her flush against him. His chest was hard against hers. Padmé could practically feel his heart thumping against her chest.
A rush of adrenaline took over and she slipped her hands up under his shirt, bunching the fabric up against her wrists as she tried to slip the shirt up his chest. Obi-Wan broke the kiss to pull the shirt over his head. Then, he cupped both sides of her face, kissing her fiercely. Padmé tipped his chin away and connected her lips to his neck and steadily trailed downwards towards where she could kiss without being on her toes. She kissed across his chest before nipping playfully. A moan breezed past Obi-Wan's lips and a smirk grew on Padmé's face.
"When's the last time you've done anything like this?" she asked curiously as she gently rubbed her hands up and down his chest.
"It's been a while," he said sheepishly.
"Are you sure you want this?" Padmé pressed, her brows furrowing.
He leaned down to kiss her forehead where the wrinkle formed. "More than you know," he sighed.
"But only for tonight," she smiled sadly.
He kissed her softly. "One unforgettable night."
Padmé nodded, slipping her bathrobe off her shoulders. She would make this count. His hands settled on her waist, thumbs rubbing circles on her skin beneath her top. Her eyes closed at his touch, it was so warm. Every touch on her skin was like fire. Obi-Wan bent his head down to kiss her neck, nudging her hair away with his nose. Her arms looped around his neck to pull him closer. The hands on her hips slid down to scoop her up under her butt. Reflexively, she wrapped her legs around his waist. His assault on her neck moved over to her collar bone and shoulder as he walked her back towards her bedroom. Using one hand, he pushed the door open. She nuzzled her nose against his neck, gently placing a kiss above his pulse point. They were about to do this. A pit of anticipation formed in her stomach the closer they got to her bed.
Obi-Wan Kenobi gently placed her on the bed before crawling onto it with her. He settled between her legs on his knees, eyes raking down her body before settling on a patch of skin exposed above her waistband. His eyes flicked back up to Padmé's as his face drew closer and closer to that patch. A shaky breath passed through her lips as he kissed her skin. It was soft and tender. His fingers gently pushed up her top as he kissed every inch that he exposed.
Padmé's eyes were unfocused on the ceiling as a million thoughts ran through her head. Every single untoward thought that she'd ever had about Obi-Wan came bubbling out of where she had locked it away. It was as if a switch had flipped for her in that moment. She sat up and took her shirt off before pushing him into the mattress.
"Padmé?" he asked in confusion as his back hit the mattress.
"I told you to let me love you," she said pointedly, climbing into his lap.
A small smile formed on his lips and he nodded. "Alright, darling."
Padmé gripped the waistband of his pants and his underwear before tugging them down his legs. He lifted his hips off the mattress to assist her. Her eyes widened at the sight of him. She leaned forward to kiss him while her hand gently wrapped around him, stroking him in long, easy motions up and down. She greedily swallowed his moans with her mouth. He was hot in her hand and her mind raced, wondering what he'd feel like in other places, but she was getting ahead of herself and she knew it. Padmé pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss so that she could trail a line down his chest towards her hand. Obi-Wan sucked in a breath as she placed an open mouthed kiss right below his navel.
"D-darling," he murmured, sinking his hand into her hair. His grip wasn't hard, but the sensation of his hand in her hair made her hum in pleasure.
Her eyes looked up at him as her mouth continued its descent down his body towards its destination. When she reached the erection in her hand, she placed a tender kiss to the tip. Then, she licked a stripe up his shaft, causing him to shudder. His hand tightened a bit in her hair at her teasing. Padmé tried to take it slow, wanting him to enjoy himself, but curiosity over how he'd fit in her mouth got the better of her. She swirled her tongue around his head before sinking down to take him fully into her mouth. The gasp that ripped from Obi-Wan's throat made her chuckle around him. The vibrations made him moan even more.
Padmé began her ministrations, sucking, licking, and swirling in ways that took Obi-Wan's breath away. She used his moans as a guide to learn what he liked as she took him as deep as she could take him. Whatever she didn't currently have in her mouth, she used her hand to tease, driving him wild. His legs started to stiffen beneath her, letting her know that he was close. Determination set in and she was prepared to do whatever it took to bring him over the edge, but he stopped her. Gently, he took her face in his hands and lifted her off him.
"What's wrong?" she asked, brow furrowing in concern.
"Nothing's wrong," he murmured.
"Then, why'd you stop me?" she asked, confused.
"Because I didn't want the first time I came with you to be in your mouth," he replied, tipping her chin up so he could look into her eyes. His eyes were dark with desire and his gaze was so intense that Padmé felt like it would consume her.
"Tell me what you want," she murmured, crawling up his body until their faces were inches apart.
"You, darling. I want you," he breathed before crashing his lips against hers. His tongue swiped along her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She gave it to him, encouraging him to battle with her tongue for dominance. She put up a bit of a fight before letting him win, because, in truth, a part of her wanted him to dominate her. He always treated her like an equal, which she adored, but sometimes, she wouldn't mind letting him take charge. His hands ran down her sides, fingers splayed until they reached her hips. He slipped the rest of her clothes down her body. Playfully, he gave her butt a pat, and she moaned in response. He used his grip on her hips to guide her to him, rubbing her teasingly along his tip. She bit his shoulder in response.
"What is it, darling?" he asked innocently. "Use your words."
"Don't play with me, Obi-Wan," she murmured, sucking on his collar bone. "I'm yours, just take me."
Her words spurred him on, and he slowly pushed her down onto him. She let out a loud moan as he stretched her in all the right places. She closed her eyes in ecstasy. Never had she felt like this. As he bottomed out inside her, the two of them shared a mirrored look. Their eyes were wide with lust, eyebrows raised slightly in shock, mouth open slightly. Neither had expected it to feel this good. Padmé began to wonder if she could handle going back to life as just friends after this.
"Do you want me to...?" she trailed off, lifting herself slightly off him before settling back down. The action drew a shaky grunt from Obi-Wan.
"Please, darling," he replied through gritted teeth as his hands tightened on her hips.
The pace she set was slow and loving at first as she relished in the feel of how he felt sliding in and out of her. His hands guided her back down in time, but then he guided her down a little more roughly than before, hitting a deeper spot that he hadn't hit previously, that ripped a cry of pleasure from Padmé's throat.
He raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh, did you like that, darling?" he purred playfully. He used his hands to move her again, hitting the same spot. Padmé's head lolled back.
A smirk spread across his face, a dangerous smirk. Padmé had planned on rocking his world tonight, but that smirk made her think that he had other things in mind. He sat up a bit to nip and suck along her chest as he used his hands to fuck her harder. Her hands held him close to her, wrapping an arm around his strong back and slipping her other hand into the hair at the back of his neck. She needed him closer, impossibly closer. His hand slipped between them to pleasure her, rubbing tight, fast circles around her clit. She was reduced to a babbling mess of praise, telling him how great he was and how amazing he made her feel.
"You're one to talk, darling," he purred in her ear after interrupting her with a kiss. "You're so tight and warm. You take me so well."
A blush formed along her face. This was a new side of Obi-Wan that she'd never seen before. He was confident in himself the more that they went on. It made her wonder if this was right, if them being together like this was right. After all, how could something so amazing be wrong? She guided her hands off his hips and up to her chest.
"Let me take the lead," she murmured as she leaned back on her hands to change the angle. Padmé rocked herself back and forth, keeping the pace he'd set. His hands and mouth explored her chest, taking one of her nipples into his mouth as he tweaked the other with his hand. It was a shot straight to her core. He made her feel so good, but she wanted tonight to be about him. She worked harder and faster, grinning when he started to grunt against her chest at the force of it. His hands tightened on her sides. She felt a familiar coil building deep within her, wrapping itself tighter and tighter as she got closer to the edge. Her legs started to quake, making her movements a little sloppier.
He pulled her back to him for a kiss. "Darling, I'm close," he murmured, lovingly kissing her cheek.
"Then cum for me, Obi-Wan," she begged, not sure of how much longer she'd be able to hang on. She felt him twitch inside her, and her body snapped. Sparks exploded in her vision as her walls fluttered around him, spurring on his own release. He kissed her hard, muffling her moan against his lips. Their arms held each other tightly, leaving no space between them. They pulled apart, resting their foreheads together as they panted for air.
"Obi-Wan, I..." she knew better than to finish her statement and kissed his forehead instead.
"I know, darling, I know," he replied, burying his face in her neck and hugging her tight.
Gently, she pulled herself off of him and settled on the bed next to him. "Do you regret it?" she asked softly.
He held her into his chest, spooning her into him. "No, Padmé. I don't."
Being like this with him felt right. She snuggled into him, feeling happier than she had in a long time. "Goodnight, Obi-Wan."
"Goodnight, Padmé," he replied, kissing the top of her head.
She fell asleep to him stroking her hair out of her face. All was right in her world.