Disclaimer: This chapter is written for the fun of it—need I say more? Also—may I note that in none of my chapters does Obi-Wan sport the facial growth that he supposedly should at this stage. I refuse to follow the lemming of bad aesthetic sense. If you need to picture a hairstyle other than that of his padawan cut—then may I suggest that you look to Christian's cut in Moulin Rouge?
Now, back to the story…
Consequences without Meaning: Chapter VI
Part I
Obi-Wan found palace security rather lax as he made his way through the Naboo Royal Palace. Left and right all it took was a light mind-blocker to allow him access to private and "high-security" sections of the grounds. He made a mental note to talk to someone on the royal guard about this.
Finding the door he had been searching for, Obi-Wan gingerly pushed it open and shut it behind him without making a sound.
Moonlight streamed in the large floor-to-ceiling windows, playing patterns on the floor and the large king-sized bed centered against the adjacent wall. Curled up within the satin sheets was the woman he had been dreaming of seeing again for the last several days.
Amidala lay with her dark hair strewn out upon the pillow and her arm tucked up underneath of it. Her lips were slightly apart and thick dark eyelashes lay against her cheek as she slept deeply.
Obi-Wan took pause for a moment bedside and watched the sleeping figure of the woman he cherished so much. He no longer believed what he felt was simply infatuation—but rather something much greater.
Leaning over her slight form, Obi-Wan stretched out a hand to brush his fingers over her face.
"The Force, you are beautiful," he murmured softly.
As he gently ran his thumb over her cheekbone, Amidala's eyes beside of it jerked open and glared daggers at him.
Momentarily surprised, Obi-Wan backed up, but not in enough time. Amidala shot her fist out and caught him dead center in the stomach.
"Oomph! What the…?!" Obi-Wan staggered back, staring at his offender in shock. Amidala bounced out of bed, her eyes burning with hatred.
"What are you doing in here?! Surprising me in the middle of the night like that!!! In my private chambers!!" The slight woman nearly roared in rage she was so angry.
Obi-Wan could only murmur back defense and confusion. "But I've been gone, Amidala…" He ran his hand over his stomach absentmindedly. Making sudden sense of her anger, he blurted out, "Did you think I had left you?"
Amidala glared back wordlessly.
He reached out his mind and his eyebrows raised. "For that woman? You think I left you for Trista?!" He reached out his hand to her only to have it smacked back.
"Don't you read my mind, Obi-Wan! You know I don't like that…and of course you left me for that woman! I saw you out on the balcony—do you honestly think I'm that stupid, Obi-Wan? I will not be made a fool! Not by Anakin, and most certainly not…by… you!" Every ounce of queen in her shone in her voice and Obi-Wan watched her in fascination.
"Dear gods, I have an explanation for you, Amidala…just please let me…" As Amidala turned her back to him, Obi-Wan placed himself in front of her again. "Just please let me explain."
Though her eyes were still filled with anger, she directed her gaze to him quietly. Obi-Wan sighed and began his story.
Part II
Qui-Gon rolled over in bed and felt a distinct difference in the Force.
He was back.
He sat bolt upright in bed and stared at the far wall. Obi-Wan, his apprentice had finally returned, and with him all the peace and calmness in the Force that could only be felt when padawan and master are in close proximity.
He would go see him shortly, but for now he sensed that his padawan needed someone else.
Amidala looked up at Obi-Wan when he had finally concluded his story. Her eyes shone with tears that had been held at bay for days now. All of the hurt and anger she had felt when she had made her assumptions about him were now slowly releasing and spilling down her cheeks. Obi-Wan hadn't left her; it was simply a misunderstanding.
"Dear gods, I'm so glad you're safe, Obi-Wan." Amidala reached out to him and buried her face in his shoulder, clutching him tightly. Obi-Wan held her to him tightly and closed his eyes.
"Amidala," Obi-Wan pulled her away and held her at arm's length. "It pains me to think that you actually believed I would walk out on you. That I would kiss another woman to hurt you…"
Amidala studied her lover's pained expression and sighed softly. "I'm not used to such total trust, Obi-Wan. I suppose that is something I will definitely need to cultivate." She smiled tenderly at him. "Obi-Wan—I care for you so deeply. When you were gone, I felt such a void—such utter emptiness. I need to feel close to you now."
Obi-Wan studied his lover's hesitant expression. Her look reminded him of the way his padawan unsurely regarded him while seeking approval. Obi-Wan followed instinct and pulled Amidala closer.
Lowering his lips to hers, Obi-Wan gently tilted the Queen's head back and deepened the contact. With a soft sigh Amidala parted her lips and allowed his tender exploration of her mouth. Tilting her head back further, Obi-Wan ran his lips and tongue down her exposed throat, following in his wake with a tracing finger. Amidala shivered.
Suddenly, she felt herself lifted off of the floor and Obi-Wan's strong arms carrying her seemingly effortlessly over to her bed. Never breaking contact with her throat, he softly lowered her onto the covers and cupped her face in his hands. "Amidala—let me show you how much I care for you." His eyes met hers with a deep intensity and longing.
Unable to speak, Amidala wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him to show her consent. Obi-Wan knelt over her and began the most exquisite torture she had not even known possible.
Smoothly slipping both hands under her night-robes, Obi-Wan caused Amidala to gasp. His warm hands worked in unison, alternately cupping, and stroking different parts of her anatomy in various ways. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, thrusting his tongue in and around while his hands practiced the most intricate patterns under her robes—using his fingers, palms, nails, and knuckles. The exquisite mixture of texture and rhythm was quickly reducing Amidala to a quivering mass of nerves. She found that regular breathing was no longer possible and instead found herself gasping and whimpering in short, broken pants. "Obi…Wan…"
"Shhh…" Obi-Wan removed his hands from beneath her robes and used them to raise her to a sitting position before his knelt one. Separating her knees, he pulled her up against him so that she straddled his hips. Her face was inches from his and her breasts were pressed against his chest. Cupping her buttocks in his hands, he kissed her deeply, taking time to gently suck on her lips before returning his tongue to her mouth. Held in this way, Amidala could feel Obi-Wan's strong arousal against her abdomen, and the strange feeling sent tingling up her spine.
Almost suddenly, Obi-Wan pulled Amidala away from him and went to work at removing his clothes. The khaki look-fitting shirt was first to go, following by his breeches. The clothing fell to the floor as he reached for the flushed woman watching him from her position on the pillows. Her eyes followed his well-formed chest to his defined abdomen all the way down to his muscular legs. What he had the most to be proud of though had captured her rapt attention and caused a knot of excitement to form in her stomach.
Before she had a chance to react, Obi-Wan had pulled her into his arms and was pulling the silky robes off of her body. When they had spilled to the sheets around her, his eyes glazed over and returned their gaze to hers. "You are perfect in every sense of the word, my Queen."
"No, Obi-Wan—you are." She ran her hands over his tan shoulders and down his chest, until they rested on his abdomen. Raising her eyes to his, she watched his reaction as she silently grasped him and smoothly ran her hand over him. Obi-Wan closed his eyes tightly in control and let out a painful breath. Quickly taking told of her wrist, he looked her in the eyes with a passion-glazed expression.
"Jedi may be known for their control, but it has been a long while for me… and you are much more enticing than you realize yourself to be." Smiling a seeming promise to her that their lovemaking was drawing near its peak, Obi-Wan pressed her gently down into the satin bedspread and raised her knees to her shoulders. Locking his eyes with hers, he swiftly thrust into her, making her gasp. Pulling her legs over his shoulders, Obi-Wan began a deep and steady rhythm. Before long, they were both breathing heavily and covered with sheen.
Amidala clutched his shoulders with her nails, "Oh, Obi-Wan—!"
The pace increased rapidly and, before long, both were shaking with their need. His forehead pressing on her own, Amidala felt Obi-Wan lose himself within her as his body quaked its release; she soon lost control and followed directly behind him—shuddering in seemingly unending waves of pleasure. Within moments they had both sunk to the sheets in exhausted tremors. Amidala clutched tight to her lover and gently kissed his shoulder. Sinking into sleepy oblivion, the last thing she heard was Obi-Wan softly murmur, "I love you."
Amidala woke to find herself alone in bed. Memories of what had occurred between her and Obi-Wan replayed through her mind, and she felt herself smiling. Finally, he was hers—in both body and heart!
And what a body. No man had ever touched her in that manner before, and she couldn't picture anyone else ever doing so now. Obi-Wan was her lover, and her true love. What came next would proceed in a natural fashion—she wouldn't try to interfere with fate.
After all, hadn't nature worked with her and Obi-Wan so far?
Qui-Gon strode up to Obi-Wan, who was standing in the hallway smiling at him. They stood apart from one another for a moment before the older master pulled his former apprentice into a strong embrace. "It is good to have you back, Obi-Wan." He pulled away and looked down at the younger man, smiling.
Obi-Wan returned the look. "It is good to be back, Master. I will need to tell you all about what I've learned of late." He glanced around the deserted hallway. "Is there somewhere private—and comfortable, we can adjourn to? It will be a long story."
Qui-Gon nodded his understanding and motioned him down the hallway. Soon both men strode around a corner and out of sight. Anakin emerged from the shadows along the wall glared at the retreating figures.
"Welcome back, Master."
Please, review!! This has been a long time in coming—I just couldn't find the motivation until recently. Please let me know what you think.
