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Well here it is....
That hour had to have been the longest hour of his whole life, no doubt.
After Padme had left to pack he'd gone through everything in more detail with Captain Typho, explaining when and how he would be in contact.
Once finished with that he'd had words with Anakin about his earlier behaviour, telling the boy that he'd delay his punishment until their mission was complete. He didn't want Anakin to think he'd forgotten.
That said he'd had to prepare him for his part in their plan all the while having to continuously dodge his Padawan's questions of where he was taking the senator.
He knew all too well that Anakin wouldn't be happy with him being alone with Padme, thinking that only he should have that privilege, if only his apprentice knew of all the times they had been alone together before.
Anakin would never know though, Obi-Wan wasn't stupid enough to ever let him find out.
It was obvious to anyone how his Padawan felt about her, although Obi-Wan thought it was more of an obsession rather than genuine emotion.
After all Anakin had only really spent maybe two weeks in her presence.
So once he was sure that Anakin understood everything that had to be done, all that remained for him to do himself was wait and wait and wait.
That one hour seemed to drag on for a lifetime.
The next three hours flew by though.
The pair of them travelling around Coruscant's, highly populated, public transport.
Dressed in a simple brown dress with gold shading she still looked enchanting to him but blended into the crowd with ease.
He himself had opted to change from his cream/beige tunics into a black one, his lightsaber hidden beneath a black jacket.
Together they looked like any other young couple on holiday, no one paid them much notice.
Their travelling had been made even easier as they only carried two bags between them; she really had managed to pack light.
Just as well, because he'd had to change their route many times, doubling back sometimes to make sure that no one was following them.
He'd had to injure her complaining about this the whole time but it had to be done, he wasn't going to take any chances, he said he'd protect her to the best of his abilities and that was what he was doing.
Finally satisfied that they hadn't been followed he'd taken Padme to a diner not far from the hotel he'd planned on taking her to, both of them not having eaten since breakfast.
After having booked them room for the next couple of nights, not knowing how long they would need to stay, in the surprisingly cheap but reasonable hotel he now stood closing the door to their room behind him.
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She took a glancing look at her new surroundings, the room actually looked quite nice, and a lot better than what she had been expecting.
Hearing the door shut she slowly turned to face him.
She looked straight into the rich blue of his eyes, wondering to herself if he was thinking the same thing she was.
It was as if the thought had silently passed between them, having the same effect on them both.
They were alone.
Without a word spoken she practically ran into his arms, closing the distance that had separated them.
At the same moment her body had crashed into his, her lips melted against his in a searing kiss.
Her arms wrapped around his waist in an attempt to bring him even closer.
His warm rough hands held her face in place while he played with her lips.
Her breath was stolen just like it always was with every first kiss they shared after being apart for so long, it had to have been at least 6 months this time.
Six months!
How had she managed to go six months without this, without him, his smell, his smile, his eyes, his laughter, his touch, his love?
She'd missed him so much, too much.
She wanted to tell him but she wasn't ready to let go of his kiss yet.
Her hands fisted in the material of his jacket with the intention of never letting go.
The need for oxygen was becoming desperate though so with great reluctance she ended their kiss.
Leaning her forehead on his shoulder she tried to bring her breathing under control.
The things this man did to her, she swore that one day she would die from one of his kisses, but then that wouldn't be a bad way to go.
"Force I love you."
Padme's heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice and she couldn't help the smile that those words brought with them.
She let one of her hands slide down his chest as she straightened so that she could look into his honest eyes.
"And I love you."
The words fell naturally out of her mouth and her reward was the sparkle that appeared in his eyes as a goofy grin spread across his face.
"You know what? That never gets old."
She giggled girlishly, which she hated, at his admission while his thumbs drew tiny circles on her rosy cheeks, caressing the soft skin.
"That's good to know, I would hate to think that you were bored with me. I mean I don't know what I'd do with myself if that were the case."
She played with some imaginary fluff on his tunic while she spoke then looked up at him to see what his response would be.
"Oh I'm sure that you would quickly find another Jedi to seduce and corrupt, being the hussy that you are but rest assured I'm not quite ready to get rid of you yet."
She found her lower body pushed even more intimately close to his as his hands locked together to rest on her lower back.
He'd bent his knees slightly and her eyes were now level with his.
She saw the mischief in them, gasping and slapping him on the shoulder, not quite believing the cheek of him.
"Obi-Wan Kenobi I can't believe you said that! Me seducing you? I don't think so Master Jedi! You seduced me. I was but a mear naïve girl until you got your hands on me."
She tried to keep her expression indignant as she watched his eyes go wide with his laughter.
She loved it when they were able to tease each other like this, she couldn't wait for his next reply.
She was a little surprised though when his eyes suddenly grew serious as he stared at her, looking her body up and down causing her cheeks to flush.
The air was so warm all of a sudden as he inched his face even closer.
She licked her lips as they became dry.
His voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke and she almost didn't hear him as her eyes became heavy.
"You're wrong about one thing my dear, you weren't a girl."
She felt his soft full lips meet hers and her body went limp from the heady sensation.
She was sure that she would have fallen had he not been holding her.
Her paralysis only lasted a few seconds, ending abruptly as his tongue slipped into her mouth making her moan deep in her throat, her body coming to life once again.
Her tongue danced with his in some slow mating ritual, doing what their bodies were preparing for.
She racked her nails through his cropped hair, twisting it at the tips.
She hadn't felt him guiding her to the bed but it became apparent that he had as the backs of her legs touched the edge and she fell backwards on to it with Obi-Wan falling on top of her.
A surprised gasp left her mouth as their lips were ripped apart only to be stuck together again a few seconds later.
She sank into the mattress from his weight on top of her.
The evidence of his desire was obvious as she felt it digging in to her thigh.
By the gods he was hard, even through the material of his trousers and her dress.
She'd never felt him this hard before, it was becoming quite painful as it dug into her.
Obi-Wan released her mouth in order to make a trail of kisses that lead from her jaw down to her neck.
"Obi-Wan..."
Her voice sounded out of breath and his name came out coated with desire, sounding more like a moan than her trying to get his attention.
For a moment she couldn't think as his wet warm tongue licked her pulse point, her eyes rolling back into her head.
The blunt stab in her thigh soon reminded her of her plight.
"Obi-Wan.."
"Yes?"
He responded but never left her neck.
"Love you've got to calm down a little."
Again without stopping his task to claim all her neck he replied.
"What? Why?"
He sounded a little confused to her.
She didn't know quite what to say and without thinking the words fell out of her mouth.
"Because you're hurting me."
She felt his body stiffen the moment she said it and slowly his head moved away from her and once again she was looking into the bluest eyes she'd ever seen.
"What?"
She heard both the confusion and worry in his voice.
Now she really didn't know what to say.
"Erm.. Now I know it's been a while love but by the gods you're so hard and.. and... Well it hurts."
He seemed a little shocked and slightly embarrassed as he looked down at the problem area.
"Where did it hurt?"
She thought it a funny question but answered anyway.
"On my thigh."
As he lifted his head she noticed the smirk on his face.
"Hey its not funny, it really did hurt, gods knows what's gotten into you."
"It's my lightsaber."
He was almost laughing as he said it and she raised her eyebrows in scepticism.
"Oh I see, is that what we're calling it now?"
This time he appeared to be forcefully trying not to laugh.
"No, don't be silly. It really is my lightsaber, look."
So she did and low and behold there was the silver column resting right where she'd felt the pain.
They both looked at each other for silent seconds before both bursting into fits of laughter.
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After the lightsaber incident they'd taken to lying on the bed and talking.
It felt so good to be near her again, to hear her laugh.
He'd missed her so much.
It was a mystery to him how he'd managed to survive so long without her.
Now as he lay alone on the bed watching her fiddle with things in their bags he realised just how hard it would be to let her go and he didn't know if he could do it.
She must have felt his eyes on her because now he was looking straight into the eyes that he'd lost himself in so many times.
"What?"
She twisted her body to see if she had something on her.
"Nothing, I was just watching you, admiring your beauty."
He adored the shy smile she gave him, self-conscious now of her every move as she walked towards him.
He looked up at her perfect face and welcomed her lips in a sort sweet kiss.
"Mmmm, undressing me with your eyes is more like it."
"Damn caught again!"
They both laughed together.
"I knew it. Anyway I'm off to have a shower while you..."
She paused to give him another kiss.
"Master Jedi..."
Again he received another kiss.
"Contact Captain Typho to let him know we're safe."
Another Kiss.
"Ok?"
"One more."
She rolled her eyes at him but gave in with no protest, this time her kiss lingering on his lips.
"Ok."
"Good. I won't be long."
He studied her retreating form, reminding himself of just how enjoyable watching her leave could sometimes be.
As soon as the bathroom door closed he was forced to lift himself off the king-size bed and search for the communication equipment.
It didn't take him too long to find it and set up the scramble system to ensure that his signal couldn't be traced by unwanted listeners.
The device would only work for a few minutes at a time so he couldn't afford to talk any longer than he needed to.
After recording his transmission he promptly sent it to the captain, hoping that it would reach him successfully.
Sitting back down on the bed his eyes drifted over to the bathroom door.
His enhanced hearing picked up the sound of the running water mixed together with the delicate rumble of her humming.
Steam managed to squeeze through the gap at the bottom of the door.
His mind began to wander, imagining the hot water cascading down her naked body.
Her skin would be silky from her soap, the lather building up around her stomach as she spread it over herself.
So many images raced through his mind, each one more powerful than the last. Making him feel a bit hot under the collar.
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He pinned her slippery body up against the cool tiles, swallowing her shocked gasp as he continued to fight for dominance with her tongue.
The burning water flowing over them as if they were one object, adding to the sensuality of their ministrations.
His hand caressed her firm milky white breast, his thumb brushing over the taut nipple, this time he was unable to cover her cry of pleasure.
She threw her head back from the force of the feeling, her back arching to push more of her breast into his palm.
He wasted no time in moving his mouth over her wet skin, drinking the water off of her.
She continued to moan for him as his mouth moved to cover her other nipple.
He loved to drive her crazy like this, to have her writhing against him, adding to his own desire.
It felt like they'd been in the fresher for hours, teasing each other again and again.
He couldn't wait any longer as her bare thigh rubbed against his manhood, he had to have her now.
It wasn't hard to lift her light body, her legs wrapping round his waist on instinct.
He didn't wait a second to sink himself into her welcoming heat, the sensation making him growl into the crook of neck.
He forgot all reason.
Animal instinct took over, his movements becoming frantic, his only goal to bring them both over the edge.
Soon their cries of ecstasy mingled with the steam, lost under the clammy clouds.
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The memory left him out of breath with a light sweat on his brow.
Why did this keep happening?
It was as if the force was trying to use visions of their past encounters as some sort of punishment for him.
To remind him of what he would be missing after tonight and of what he should probably never have had in the first place.
He knew that their relationship was wrong but if it had been totally against the will of the force then it should have stopped it from happening the first time.
It was a bit late now that it had been going on for years.
He knew that he'd been risking so much all this time but she'd been worth it, she still was but things were different now.
The force had revealed to him in many meditations recently that it was time to end it.
His heart ached at the thought of doing such a thing but it had to be done.
He wasn't sure if he was even going to be able to go through with it, she meant too much to him to just let her go.
She'd hate him, he was sure she would.
Hate him for being a Jedi, hate him for not being in control of his life, for leaving it up to destiny.
She'd probably be better off without him anyway, sure she wouldn't see it that way at first but eventually she'd figure it out.
She should be with a man that could devote himself only to her.
A man who was free to marry her, to raise a family with her.
It wouldn't be fair for him to keep her all to himself, to let her waste her youth and love on him, to have to forever be alone.
No he couldn't let her do that, he had to end it, tonight.
His mind made up he was about to prepare himself for what he was going to say when the creaking of the bathroom door opening distracted him.
His attention was fully focused on the door, waiting in anticipation for her to walk out.
"Oh Obi-Wan."
She sang his name to him.
His eyes searched the clouds of steam for her face but there was no sign of her, until her angelic face appeared poking out of the doorframe.
"Obi-Wan."
Again she said his name in a singsong voice, to which he made his reply to her in the same fashion.
"Yes..."
No answer came from her.
He watched with fascinated eyes as she walked slowly through the disappearing mist wearing his dark brown robe, stopping a few feet from him.
"Why may I ask, are you wearing my robe?"
Her eyes sparkled with mystery.
"Well, my dear, I have a surprise for you. Now I know you said I should pack light, and I did, but I couldn't resist bringing along a little something that I knew you'd love."
"Padme what are you..."
He was cut off by her hushing him.
"Just wait ok. I want you to fully appreciate this."
He sat quiet just observing her from afar.
She held his robe tight against her body, covering herself completely until she let one of her bare legs escape the rough material, his eyes feasted on the flesh only for her to cover it back up after only a few seconds.
His eyes quickly flashed to her face to see the crafty smile on her mouth, he knew what she was doing and so did she.
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She loved to tease him.
She carefully exposed her flat stomach for a few seconds, just long enough to get his imagination going.
She could see a bit of panic mixing with the want in his eyes.
"Please tell me you're not naked underneath that, because you're making it look way too sexy and that's not fair because I have to wear that everyday and if that's the case then I'm never going to be able to look at it ever again."
She loved torturing him like this, it was so easy.
She painted an impartial expression on her face, not wanting to give anything away.
"I guess you're just going to have to find out for yourself."
She sauntered over to him, loving the feeling of power that she now held over him.
Of course in her line of work she had power over many things and wasn't unaccustomed to the feeling but this was different, it felt dangerous in some way.
Stopping in front of him she reached out her hand and took a hold of his, pulling it towards her mid-rift.
She never took her eyes off his as she guided his hand inside the warmth of the robe, laying it against her stomach, silently daring him to explore her body.
She tried hard not to let the simple touch of his finger tips grazing her sensitive skin effect her, she wanted to keep the power in the situation but it was slowly drifting out of reach as his hand moved higher.
Just as she thought he was going to reach her breast he slid his hand to rest on the small of her back.
She hated that it only took one touch from him to make her go to mush, especially when she wanted to be in control.
But when his mouth came into contact with her belly button she didn't care much about control.
She gave her body over to the sweet sensations, the robe falling off her and with it exposing her secret to him, the new revelation causing him to stop.
She watched the desire grow in his pupils, immediately pleased with herself for having the sense to bring the garments with her.
"See I was wearing something."
He had to swallow in order to regain his voice.
"Yes but you may as well have not been."
Her giggles turned into a whimper as she was pulled down onto his lap.
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He attacked her mouth, his kisses demanding more of her, all of her.
He couldn't think straight, the only thing occupying his mind was the image of her in the flimsy black lace that barely covered her modesty.
His arousal not at breaking point he was slowly losing all control over himself, his primal instincts taking over.
Her trembling hands tried to remove his jacket but the material got stuck at his elbows, his hands lost in the waves of her damp hair.
She pulled her mouth away from his.
"Obi-Wan.."
He dropped his hands, helping her disregard the jacket and tunic that hide his skin from her.
The clothing was thrown aside, adding to the now growing pile on the floor.
Obi-Wan wasted no time in continuing where he left off, claiming her mouth again.
Over the past 10 years his passion for her had never dwindled once, if anything it seemed to grow with every moment they shared, her kisses never failed to excite him beyond reason.
If it were to be allowed then he'd go on kissing her forever and still it probably wouldn't satisfy his hunger.
Insatiable, that's what it was.
When it came to her he'd never get enough, it just wasn't possible.
He left her mouth in lure of exploring what wonders her body had to offer, first her neck, then her shoulders, her collar bone before finally making a trail down to the valley of her breasts.
All his attention elicited the desired reactions, the intensity growing as he moved down her body.
Her back arched deep, giving him the perfect chance to continue his quest down to her stomach and back up again.
Putting his Jedi skills to good use he manipulated the force to unclasp her bra, revealing her perfect white mounds as he lightly pulled the garment down her arms and away from her body.
For a moment he just stared at the vision of her in front of him.
Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her face flushed pink, her hair a sea of chocolate waves.
He wanted the image to burn into his memory, he never wanted to forget her beauty.
"Obi-Wan? You can't stop now."
Her gentle hands stroked his face with affection while her hips rolled into his to remind him of their objective.
The touch caused his eyes to blink back to life but still he didn't continue.
"Obi-Wan, what is it?"
He gazed into her eyes, his heart breaking with what he was about to say but it had to be said.
He reached out a hand to caress her cheek, using the distraction to build up his courage.
"Padme, you know this has to be the last time?"
"What?"
"This.. We have to end it."
He tried to convey in his eyes how much he didn't want to have to say it, hoping she'd understand his turmoil.
She sat still in his lap holding his hand as it rested against her cheek.
"What's brought this on? Why now?"
"For a while no in my meditations the force keeps showing me what could happen to the galaxy if we were to continue this, what would happen to our lives and its not good. It would be wrong to carry on, I was never supposed to have you, to love you. You know it as well Padme, I know you do."
Her hand dropped away from his as she made to stand up but his hands on her waist held her in place.
"Padme don't be angry."
"What else am I supposed to be then Obi-Wan? Happy? Am I supposed to be happy that some invisible greater power has decided that the on relationship that keeps me alive inside has to end?"
"Do you think I'm happy about this?"
He raised his voice maybe a little bit more than he should because now she was looking at him a little worried.
He didn't want to get into an argument but the way she'd gone on had annoyed him, didn't she see how much this was tearing him up inside?
He reached for one of her hands and stroked it gently while he spoke.
"Believe me Padme, I don't want to have to do this. The thought of giving you up is killing me inside but I have to do it, I have to think of all the lives that would be ruined. I'm a Jedi, I must protect the people I swore to serve. I have no other choice."
He bowed his head and watched while his hands played with her fingers, unable to look her in the eye as he let the plea leave his mouth.
"Just please don't hate me."
He couldn't bare the thought of her hating him but what else could he expect?
He didn't expect to feel her tender hand on his rough cheek, silently requesting that he look up at her.
Her bold brown eyes were a lot calmer now, all her anger seeming to have dissipated for the time being, and he found himself getting lost in the dark pools.
"I could never hate you, my love. I hate the situation we're in, I hate the fact that I'm a Senator and you're a Jedi and that it's our willingness to help others that will keep us apart."
"I know sweetheart. Unfortunately that's the way it has to be for us."
Turning his head to the side he placed whispered kisses in her palm, feeling her body shiver as he did so.
"I don't want to waste anymore of the time we have left Obi-Wan, I don't want to be angry, I just want to feel us."
Without another word he obligingly kissed her and rolled them both over on the bed.
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Their rhythm was slow, their movements deliberate, intent on producing the highest amount of pleasure possible.
It felt just like the first time all over again, except that now they knew even more about each other's bodies to make it a heady dreamlike experience.
Again his pelvis rolled teasingly into hers, her back aching off the mattress as he seemed to go even deeper into her.
She didn't know how much more of this she could take.
They'd been playing with each other's bodies for hours now, touching, caressing, roaming, and releasing.
With what little strength and energy she still had she was able to roll them so that she was now on top.
She looked down at her Jedi with a satisfied smirk on his face, his large hands resting on her hips guiding her movements, she knew he loved it when she took charge of the situation.
What was it he called it?
Bring the senator to bed.
She was about to laugh when instead she was forced to gasp as Obi-Wan sat up to fondle and ravish her breasts.
The sensations took over her body and she no longer had the energy to object when he once again rolled them over so that he was in control.
He upped their pace only slightly but it was enough for her to start to feel the familiar build up in tension.
"Obi-Wan... Yes!.... Oh I'm almost there."
She wrapped her legs around him using her feet to push down on his buttocks, trying desperately to take him in even further.
With each thrust he was hitting that perfect spot and she came hard, quickly followed by him.
They cried out for each other until their bodies were brought down from their highs.
It was a while before they were able to catch their breaths.
She couldn't help the contented smile that spread across her face.
She felt her eyes on her and turned her face to look at him.
His short hair was wet with sweat, his face red from the heat of their lovemaking.
Padme stared into his ever-expressive eyes, his love for her evident in them and the emotion of the moment over took her and tears began to slide down her cheeks.
She realised that this would be the last time she would see him like this, as the man she'd made love to.
He was the only man she'd ever slept with and even though she knew that one day they'd have to end their relationship, there was still that forever optimistic, naïve little girl inside her that thought he'd be the only man she'd ever be with.
Her body shook lightly with another set of tears as she thought about it more and more.
"Hey, hey Padme, don't cry sweetie."
He sounded worried but she found no solace in his hushed words.
Gentle hands quickly enveloped her face, softly wiping away her salty tears, followed by warm smooth lips laying kisses over her eyes, seeking to soothe the damp skin.
And while his actions did calm her slightly they also served as reminders of what she would be living without.
"Please."
She could feel herself calming down despite the threat of fresh tears and looking up at him she knew straight away that it was his doing.
"Hey no Jedi tricks!"
He smiled cheekily at her, making no attempt to hide it from her.
"Well I tried everything else, sometimes you got to go with what's tried and tested, I don't want you to cry over me, this isn't how I want to remember this night."
"It's not how I want to remember it either but I can't help it, this is an emotional time for me."
"I know sweetheart, I know."
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If only that had been the last time, maybe then they wouldn't be in the mess they were now but the again maybe it was always destined to be this way.
There was nothing he could do about it now, all he could do was live with the consequences and try to repair some of the damage in the future.
Looking back on that night he really had intended for that to be the last time but he hadn't expected to find himself three years later comforting the only woman he'd ever loved from being beaten and abandoned by his estranged apprentice.
Sometimes he wished that the force hadn't made him give her up, not only to spare them both the pain of their separation but to stop her falling into the arms of his ex-Padawan and therefore spare her the pain and turmoil that relationship had caused her.
When he found out that they'd hastily got married at the start of the clone wars it had been as if someone had ripped his heart out and proceeded to force him to eat it, to say the least.
After what seemed like hundreds of deep mediations he'd finally been able to accept that this was something the force had wanted, he didn't like it but he'' have to live with it.
Now though as he gave into consciousness he was greeted with the heavenly sight of the morning sunlight bathing his love in a warm golden glow.
Pulling her tighter against him, he took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the floral scent of her hair and let his arm rest against her slightly swollen belly.
It had been four months since he'd found her after Anakin had left.
Four months since they'd allowed their feelings to take control, let the force guide them as they made love once again.
Stretching out with the force he was able to feel the two entities inside her womb respond to his presence, becoming even brighter and stronger in the force.
As he'd awoken the unborn children so had he awakened their mother.
Padme's dark brown eyelashes fluttered to life to reveal her bold eyes, which made contact with his straight away producing a content smile to spread across her face.
"Hello handsome."
"Hello my love." He watched as she stretched to reach an even more relaxed state.
"How many times am I going to have to tell you not to wake those two with your probing?"
"I'm sorry, I just can't help myself. I'll make it up to you later."
"You bet you will."
As their lips met in a sweet kiss he couldn't help but think that it wouldn't be long until they were driven apart again.
This time though it would be a whole family being broken apart.
It didn't matter how much it would hurt them to be apart again, it was the only way they would be safe in this ever-changing galaxy.
The End.
There you go. Hope I didn't ruin it for everyone with the ending, it was the only way I found to keep the proper tone for the story. Let me know what you think, it really does feed the brain. I'll try not keep you all waiting too long for the next chapter of How Do I Live, I've had renewed enthusiasm for it and hope to have something up within the month. Thank you for reading. Take Care, Sassy.
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Well here it is....
That hour had to have been the longest hour of his whole life, no doubt.
After Padme had left to pack he'd gone through everything in more detail with Captain Typho, explaining when and how he would be in contact.
Once finished with that he'd had words with Anakin about his earlier behaviour, telling the boy that he'd delay his punishment until their mission was complete. He didn't want Anakin to think he'd forgotten.
That said he'd had to prepare him for his part in their plan all the while having to continuously dodge his Padawan's questions of where he was taking the senator.
He knew all too well that Anakin wouldn't be happy with him being alone with Padme, thinking that only he should have that privilege, if only his apprentice knew of all the times they had been alone together before.
Anakin would never know though, Obi-Wan wasn't stupid enough to ever let him find out.
It was obvious to anyone how his Padawan felt about her, although Obi-Wan thought it was more of an obsession rather than genuine emotion.
After all Anakin had only really spent maybe two weeks in her presence.
So once he was sure that Anakin understood everything that had to be done, all that remained for him to do himself was wait and wait and wait.
That one hour seemed to drag on for a lifetime.
The next three hours flew by though.
The pair of them travelling around Coruscant's, highly populated, public transport.
Dressed in a simple brown dress with gold shading she still looked enchanting to him but blended into the crowd with ease.
He himself had opted to change from his cream/beige tunics into a black one, his lightsaber hidden beneath a black jacket.
Together they looked like any other young couple on holiday, no one paid them much notice.
Their travelling had been made even easier as they only carried two bags between them; she really had managed to pack light.
Just as well, because he'd had to change their route many times, doubling back sometimes to make sure that no one was following them.
He'd had to injure her complaining about this the whole time but it had to be done, he wasn't going to take any chances, he said he'd protect her to the best of his abilities and that was what he was doing.
Finally satisfied that they hadn't been followed he'd taken Padme to a diner not far from the hotel he'd planned on taking her to, both of them not having eaten since breakfast.
After having booked them room for the next couple of nights, not knowing how long they would need to stay, in the surprisingly cheap but reasonable hotel he now stood closing the door to their room behind him.
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She took a glancing look at her new surroundings, the room actually looked quite nice, and a lot better than what she had been expecting.
Hearing the door shut she slowly turned to face him.
She looked straight into the rich blue of his eyes, wondering to herself if he was thinking the same thing she was.
It was as if the thought had silently passed between them, having the same effect on them both.
They were alone.
Without a word spoken she practically ran into his arms, closing the distance that had separated them.
At the same moment her body had crashed into his, her lips melted against his in a searing kiss.
Her arms wrapped around his waist in an attempt to bring him even closer.
His warm rough hands held her face in place while he played with her lips.
Her breath was stolen just like it always was with every first kiss they shared after being apart for so long, it had to have been at least 6 months this time.
Six months!
How had she managed to go six months without this, without him, his smell, his smile, his eyes, his laughter, his touch, his love?
She'd missed him so much, too much.
She wanted to tell him but she wasn't ready to let go of his kiss yet.
Her hands fisted in the material of his jacket with the intention of never letting go.
The need for oxygen was becoming desperate though so with great reluctance she ended their kiss.
Leaning her forehead on his shoulder she tried to bring her breathing under control.
The things this man did to her, she swore that one day she would die from one of his kisses, but then that wouldn't be a bad way to go.
"Force I love you."
Padme's heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice and she couldn't help the smile that those words brought with them.
She let one of her hands slide down his chest as she straightened so that she could look into his honest eyes.
"And I love you."
The words fell naturally out of her mouth and her reward was the sparkle that appeared in his eyes as a goofy grin spread across his face.
"You know what? That never gets old."
She giggled girlishly, which she hated, at his admission while his thumbs drew tiny circles on her rosy cheeks, caressing the soft skin.
"That's good to know, I would hate to think that you were bored with me. I mean I don't know what I'd do with myself if that were the case."
She played with some imaginary fluff on his tunic while she spoke then looked up at him to see what his response would be.
"Oh I'm sure that you would quickly find another Jedi to seduce and corrupt, being the hussy that you are but rest assured I'm not quite ready to get rid of you yet."
She found her lower body pushed even more intimately close to his as his hands locked together to rest on her lower back.
He'd bent his knees slightly and her eyes were now level with his.
She saw the mischief in them, gasping and slapping him on the shoulder, not quite believing the cheek of him.
"Obi-Wan Kenobi I can't believe you said that! Me seducing you? I don't think so Master Jedi! You seduced me. I was but a mear naïve girl until you got your hands on me."
She tried to keep her expression indignant as she watched his eyes go wide with his laughter.
She loved it when they were able to tease each other like this, she couldn't wait for his next reply.
She was a little surprised though when his eyes suddenly grew serious as he stared at her, looking her body up and down causing her cheeks to flush.
The air was so warm all of a sudden as he inched his face even closer.
She licked her lips as they became dry.
His voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke and she almost didn't hear him as her eyes became heavy.
"You're wrong about one thing my dear, you weren't a girl."
She felt his soft full lips meet hers and her body went limp from the heady sensation.
She was sure that she would have fallen had he not been holding her.
Her paralysis only lasted a few seconds, ending abruptly as his tongue slipped into her mouth making her moan deep in her throat, her body coming to life once again.
Her tongue danced with his in some slow mating ritual, doing what their bodies were preparing for.
She racked her nails through his cropped hair, twisting it at the tips.
She hadn't felt him guiding her to the bed but it became apparent that he had as the backs of her legs touched the edge and she fell backwards on to it with Obi-Wan falling on top of her.
A surprised gasp left her mouth as their lips were ripped apart only to be stuck together again a few seconds later.
She sank into the mattress from his weight on top of her.
The evidence of his desire was obvious as she felt it digging in to her thigh.
By the gods he was hard, even through the material of his trousers and her dress.
She'd never felt him this hard before, it was becoming quite painful as it dug into her.
Obi-Wan released her mouth in order to make a trail of kisses that lead from her jaw down to her neck.
"Obi-Wan..."
Her voice sounded out of breath and his name came out coated with desire, sounding more like a moan than her trying to get his attention.
For a moment she couldn't think as his wet warm tongue licked her pulse point, her eyes rolling back into her head.
The blunt stab in her thigh soon reminded her of her plight.
"Obi-Wan.."
"Yes?"
He responded but never left her neck.
"Love you've got to calm down a little."
Again without stopping his task to claim all her neck he replied.
"What? Why?"
He sounded a little confused to her.
She didn't know quite what to say and without thinking the words fell out of her mouth.
"Because you're hurting me."
She felt his body stiffen the moment she said it and slowly his head moved away from her and once again she was looking into the bluest eyes she'd ever seen.
"What?"
She heard both the confusion and worry in his voice.
Now she really didn't know what to say.
"Erm.. Now I know it's been a while love but by the gods you're so hard and.. and... Well it hurts."
He seemed a little shocked and slightly embarrassed as he looked down at the problem area.
"Where did it hurt?"
She thought it a funny question but answered anyway.
"On my thigh."
As he lifted his head she noticed the smirk on his face.
"Hey its not funny, it really did hurt, gods knows what's gotten into you."
"It's my lightsaber."
He was almost laughing as he said it and she raised her eyebrows in scepticism.
"Oh I see, is that what we're calling it now?"
This time he appeared to be forcefully trying not to laugh.
"No, don't be silly. It really is my lightsaber, look."
So she did and low and behold there was the silver column resting right where she'd felt the pain.
They both looked at each other for silent seconds before both bursting into fits of laughter.
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After the lightsaber incident they'd taken to lying on the bed and talking.
It felt so good to be near her again, to hear her laugh.
He'd missed her so much.
It was a mystery to him how he'd managed to survive so long without her.
Now as he lay alone on the bed watching her fiddle with things in their bags he realised just how hard it would be to let her go and he didn't know if he could do it.
She must have felt his eyes on her because now he was looking straight into the eyes that he'd lost himself in so many times.
"What?"
She twisted her body to see if she had something on her.
"Nothing, I was just watching you, admiring your beauty."
He adored the shy smile she gave him, self-conscious now of her every move as she walked towards him.
He looked up at her perfect face and welcomed her lips in a sort sweet kiss.
"Mmmm, undressing me with your eyes is more like it."
"Damn caught again!"
They both laughed together.
"I knew it. Anyway I'm off to have a shower while you..."
She paused to give him another kiss.
"Master Jedi..."
Again he received another kiss.
"Contact Captain Typho to let him know we're safe."
Another Kiss.
"Ok?"
"One more."
She rolled her eyes at him but gave in with no protest, this time her kiss lingering on his lips.
"Ok."
"Good. I won't be long."
He studied her retreating form, reminding himself of just how enjoyable watching her leave could sometimes be.
As soon as the bathroom door closed he was forced to lift himself off the king-size bed and search for the communication equipment.
It didn't take him too long to find it and set up the scramble system to ensure that his signal couldn't be traced by unwanted listeners.
The device would only work for a few minutes at a time so he couldn't afford to talk any longer than he needed to.
After recording his transmission he promptly sent it to the captain, hoping that it would reach him successfully.
Sitting back down on the bed his eyes drifted over to the bathroom door.
His enhanced hearing picked up the sound of the running water mixed together with the delicate rumble of her humming.
Steam managed to squeeze through the gap at the bottom of the door.
His mind began to wander, imagining the hot water cascading down her naked body.
Her skin would be silky from her soap, the lather building up around her stomach as she spread it over herself.
So many images raced through his mind, each one more powerful than the last. Making him feel a bit hot under the collar.
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He pinned her slippery body up against the cool tiles, swallowing her shocked gasp as he continued to fight for dominance with her tongue.
The burning water flowing over them as if they were one object, adding to the sensuality of their ministrations.
His hand caressed her firm milky white breast, his thumb brushing over the taut nipple, this time he was unable to cover her cry of pleasure.
She threw her head back from the force of the feeling, her back arching to push more of her breast into his palm.
He wasted no time in moving his mouth over her wet skin, drinking the water off of her.
She continued to moan for him as his mouth moved to cover her other nipple.
He loved to drive her crazy like this, to have her writhing against him, adding to his own desire.
It felt like they'd been in the fresher for hours, teasing each other again and again.
He couldn't wait any longer as her bare thigh rubbed against his manhood, he had to have her now.
It wasn't hard to lift her light body, her legs wrapping round his waist on instinct.
He didn't wait a second to sink himself into her welcoming heat, the sensation making him growl into the crook of neck.
He forgot all reason.
Animal instinct took over, his movements becoming frantic, his only goal to bring them both over the edge.
Soon their cries of ecstasy mingled with the steam, lost under the clammy clouds.
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The memory left him out of breath with a light sweat on his brow.
Why did this keep happening?
It was as if the force was trying to use visions of their past encounters as some sort of punishment for him.
To remind him of what he would be missing after tonight and of what he should probably never have had in the first place.
He knew that their relationship was wrong but if it had been totally against the will of the force then it should have stopped it from happening the first time.
It was a bit late now that it had been going on for years.
He knew that he'd been risking so much all this time but she'd been worth it, she still was but things were different now.
The force had revealed to him in many meditations recently that it was time to end it.
His heart ached at the thought of doing such a thing but it had to be done.
He wasn't sure if he was even going to be able to go through with it, she meant too much to him to just let her go.
She'd hate him, he was sure she would.
Hate him for being a Jedi, hate him for not being in control of his life, for leaving it up to destiny.
She'd probably be better off without him anyway, sure she wouldn't see it that way at first but eventually she'd figure it out.
She should be with a man that could devote himself only to her.
A man who was free to marry her, to raise a family with her.
It wouldn't be fair for him to keep her all to himself, to let her waste her youth and love on him, to have to forever be alone.
No he couldn't let her do that, he had to end it, tonight.
His mind made up he was about to prepare himself for what he was going to say when the creaking of the bathroom door opening distracted him.
His attention was fully focused on the door, waiting in anticipation for her to walk out.
"Oh Obi-Wan."
She sang his name to him.
His eyes searched the clouds of steam for her face but there was no sign of her, until her angelic face appeared poking out of the doorframe.
"Obi-Wan."
Again she said his name in a singsong voice, to which he made his reply to her in the same fashion.
"Yes..."
No answer came from her.
He watched with fascinated eyes as she walked slowly through the disappearing mist wearing his dark brown robe, stopping a few feet from him.
"Why may I ask, are you wearing my robe?"
Her eyes sparkled with mystery.
"Well, my dear, I have a surprise for you. Now I know you said I should pack light, and I did, but I couldn't resist bringing along a little something that I knew you'd love."
"Padme what are you..."
He was cut off by her hushing him.
"Just wait ok. I want you to fully appreciate this."
He sat quiet just observing her from afar.
She held his robe tight against her body, covering herself completely until she let one of her bare legs escape the rough material, his eyes feasted on the flesh only for her to cover it back up after only a few seconds.
His eyes quickly flashed to her face to see the crafty smile on her mouth, he knew what she was doing and so did she.
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She loved to tease him.
She carefully exposed her flat stomach for a few seconds, just long enough to get his imagination going.
She could see a bit of panic mixing with the want in his eyes.
"Please tell me you're not naked underneath that, because you're making it look way too sexy and that's not fair because I have to wear that everyday and if that's the case then I'm never going to be able to look at it ever again."
She loved torturing him like this, it was so easy.
She painted an impartial expression on her face, not wanting to give anything away.
"I guess you're just going to have to find out for yourself."
She sauntered over to him, loving the feeling of power that she now held over him.
Of course in her line of work she had power over many things and wasn't unaccustomed to the feeling but this was different, it felt dangerous in some way.
Stopping in front of him she reached out her hand and took a hold of his, pulling it towards her mid-rift.
She never took her eyes off his as she guided his hand inside the warmth of the robe, laying it against her stomach, silently daring him to explore her body.
She tried hard not to let the simple touch of his finger tips grazing her sensitive skin effect her, she wanted to keep the power in the situation but it was slowly drifting out of reach as his hand moved higher.
Just as she thought he was going to reach her breast he slid his hand to rest on the small of her back.
She hated that it only took one touch from him to make her go to mush, especially when she wanted to be in control.
But when his mouth came into contact with her belly button she didn't care much about control.
She gave her body over to the sweet sensations, the robe falling off her and with it exposing her secret to him, the new revelation causing him to stop.
She watched the desire grow in his pupils, immediately pleased with herself for having the sense to bring the garments with her.
"See I was wearing something."
He had to swallow in order to regain his voice.
"Yes but you may as well have not been."
Her giggles turned into a whimper as she was pulled down onto his lap.
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He attacked her mouth, his kisses demanding more of her, all of her.
He couldn't think straight, the only thing occupying his mind was the image of her in the flimsy black lace that barely covered her modesty.
His arousal not at breaking point he was slowly losing all control over himself, his primal instincts taking over.
Her trembling hands tried to remove his jacket but the material got stuck at his elbows, his hands lost in the waves of her damp hair.
She pulled her mouth away from his.
"Obi-Wan.."
He dropped his hands, helping her disregard the jacket and tunic that hide his skin from her.
The clothing was thrown aside, adding to the now growing pile on the floor.
Obi-Wan wasted no time in continuing where he left off, claiming her mouth again.
Over the past 10 years his passion for her had never dwindled once, if anything it seemed to grow with every moment they shared, her kisses never failed to excite him beyond reason.
If it were to be allowed then he'd go on kissing her forever and still it probably wouldn't satisfy his hunger.
Insatiable, that's what it was.
When it came to her he'd never get enough, it just wasn't possible.
He left her mouth in lure of exploring what wonders her body had to offer, first her neck, then her shoulders, her collar bone before finally making a trail down to the valley of her breasts.
All his attention elicited the desired reactions, the intensity growing as he moved down her body.
Her back arched deep, giving him the perfect chance to continue his quest down to her stomach and back up again.
Putting his Jedi skills to good use he manipulated the force to unclasp her bra, revealing her perfect white mounds as he lightly pulled the garment down her arms and away from her body.
For a moment he just stared at the vision of her in front of him.
Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her face flushed pink, her hair a sea of chocolate waves.
He wanted the image to burn into his memory, he never wanted to forget her beauty.
"Obi-Wan? You can't stop now."
Her gentle hands stroked his face with affection while her hips rolled into his to remind him of their objective.
The touch caused his eyes to blink back to life but still he didn't continue.
"Obi-Wan, what is it?"
He gazed into her eyes, his heart breaking with what he was about to say but it had to be said.
He reached out a hand to caress her cheek, using the distraction to build up his courage.
"Padme, you know this has to be the last time?"
"What?"
"This.. We have to end it."
He tried to convey in his eyes how much he didn't want to have to say it, hoping she'd understand his turmoil.
She sat still in his lap holding his hand as it rested against her cheek.
"What's brought this on? Why now?"
"For a while no in my meditations the force keeps showing me what could happen to the galaxy if we were to continue this, what would happen to our lives and its not good. It would be wrong to carry on, I was never supposed to have you, to love you. You know it as well Padme, I know you do."
Her hand dropped away from his as she made to stand up but his hands on her waist held her in place.
"Padme don't be angry."
"What else am I supposed to be then Obi-Wan? Happy? Am I supposed to be happy that some invisible greater power has decided that the on relationship that keeps me alive inside has to end?"
"Do you think I'm happy about this?"
He raised his voice maybe a little bit more than he should because now she was looking at him a little worried.
He didn't want to get into an argument but the way she'd gone on had annoyed him, didn't she see how much this was tearing him up inside?
He reached for one of her hands and stroked it gently while he spoke.
"Believe me Padme, I don't want to have to do this. The thought of giving you up is killing me inside but I have to do it, I have to think of all the lives that would be ruined. I'm a Jedi, I must protect the people I swore to serve. I have no other choice."
He bowed his head and watched while his hands played with her fingers, unable to look her in the eye as he let the plea leave his mouth.
"Just please don't hate me."
He couldn't bare the thought of her hating him but what else could he expect?
He didn't expect to feel her tender hand on his rough cheek, silently requesting that he look up at her.
Her bold brown eyes were a lot calmer now, all her anger seeming to have dissipated for the time being, and he found himself getting lost in the dark pools.
"I could never hate you, my love. I hate the situation we're in, I hate the fact that I'm a Senator and you're a Jedi and that it's our willingness to help others that will keep us apart."
"I know sweetheart. Unfortunately that's the way it has to be for us."
Turning his head to the side he placed whispered kisses in her palm, feeling her body shiver as he did so.
"I don't want to waste anymore of the time we have left Obi-Wan, I don't want to be angry, I just want to feel us."
Without another word he obligingly kissed her and rolled them both over on the bed.
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Their rhythm was slow, their movements deliberate, intent on producing the highest amount of pleasure possible.
It felt just like the first time all over again, except that now they knew even more about each other's bodies to make it a heady dreamlike experience.
Again his pelvis rolled teasingly into hers, her back aching off the mattress as he seemed to go even deeper into her.
She didn't know how much more of this she could take.
They'd been playing with each other's bodies for hours now, touching, caressing, roaming, and releasing.
With what little strength and energy she still had she was able to roll them so that she was now on top.
She looked down at her Jedi with a satisfied smirk on his face, his large hands resting on her hips guiding her movements, she knew he loved it when she took charge of the situation.
What was it he called it?
Bring the senator to bed.
She was about to laugh when instead she was forced to gasp as Obi-Wan sat up to fondle and ravish her breasts.
The sensations took over her body and she no longer had the energy to object when he once again rolled them over so that he was in control.
He upped their pace only slightly but it was enough for her to start to feel the familiar build up in tension.
"Obi-Wan... Yes!.... Oh I'm almost there."
She wrapped her legs around him using her feet to push down on his buttocks, trying desperately to take him in even further.
With each thrust he was hitting that perfect spot and she came hard, quickly followed by him.
They cried out for each other until their bodies were brought down from their highs.
It was a while before they were able to catch their breaths.
She couldn't help the contented smile that spread across her face.
She felt her eyes on her and turned her face to look at him.
His short hair was wet with sweat, his face red from the heat of their lovemaking.
Padme stared into his ever-expressive eyes, his love for her evident in them and the emotion of the moment over took her and tears began to slide down her cheeks.
She realised that this would be the last time she would see him like this, as the man she'd made love to.
He was the only man she'd ever slept with and even though she knew that one day they'd have to end their relationship, there was still that forever optimistic, naïve little girl inside her that thought he'd be the only man she'd ever be with.
Her body shook lightly with another set of tears as she thought about it more and more.
"Hey, hey Padme, don't cry sweetie."
He sounded worried but she found no solace in his hushed words.
Gentle hands quickly enveloped her face, softly wiping away her salty tears, followed by warm smooth lips laying kisses over her eyes, seeking to soothe the damp skin.
And while his actions did calm her slightly they also served as reminders of what she would be living without.
"Please."
She could feel herself calming down despite the threat of fresh tears and looking up at him she knew straight away that it was his doing.
"Hey no Jedi tricks!"
He smiled cheekily at her, making no attempt to hide it from her.
"Well I tried everything else, sometimes you got to go with what's tried and tested, I don't want you to cry over me, this isn't how I want to remember this night."
"It's not how I want to remember it either but I can't help it, this is an emotional time for me."
"I know sweetheart, I know."
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If only that had been the last time, maybe then they wouldn't be in the mess they were now but the again maybe it was always destined to be this way.
There was nothing he could do about it now, all he could do was live with the consequences and try to repair some of the damage in the future.
Looking back on that night he really had intended for that to be the last time but he hadn't expected to find himself three years later comforting the only woman he'd ever loved from being beaten and abandoned by his estranged apprentice.
Sometimes he wished that the force hadn't made him give her up, not only to spare them both the pain of their separation but to stop her falling into the arms of his ex-Padawan and therefore spare her the pain and turmoil that relationship had caused her.
When he found out that they'd hastily got married at the start of the clone wars it had been as if someone had ripped his heart out and proceeded to force him to eat it, to say the least.
After what seemed like hundreds of deep mediations he'd finally been able to accept that this was something the force had wanted, he didn't like it but he'' have to live with it.
Now though as he gave into consciousness he was greeted with the heavenly sight of the morning sunlight bathing his love in a warm golden glow.
Pulling her tighter against him, he took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the floral scent of her hair and let his arm rest against her slightly swollen belly.
It had been four months since he'd found her after Anakin had left.
Four months since they'd allowed their feelings to take control, let the force guide them as they made love once again.
Stretching out with the force he was able to feel the two entities inside her womb respond to his presence, becoming even brighter and stronger in the force.
As he'd awoken the unborn children so had he awakened their mother.
Padme's dark brown eyelashes fluttered to life to reveal her bold eyes, which made contact with his straight away producing a content smile to spread across her face.
"Hello handsome."
"Hello my love." He watched as she stretched to reach an even more relaxed state.
"How many times am I going to have to tell you not to wake those two with your probing?"
"I'm sorry, I just can't help myself. I'll make it up to you later."
"You bet you will."
As their lips met in a sweet kiss he couldn't help but think that it wouldn't be long until they were driven apart again.
This time though it would be a whole family being broken apart.
It didn't matter how much it would hurt them to be apart again, it was the only way they would be safe in this ever-changing galaxy.
The End.
There you go. Hope I didn't ruin it for everyone with the ending, it was the only way I found to keep the proper tone for the story. Let me know what you think, it really does feed the brain. I'll try not keep you all waiting too long for the next chapter of How Do I Live, I've had renewed enthusiasm for it and hope to have something up within the month. Thank you for reading. Take Care, Sassy.