By: Adelaide
Summary: A short vignette about Obi-wan and Padme comforting
eachother about Qui-gon's death. Set immediately after Episode 1. ( A little
bit of obidala,
but not really a romance. Just two people in a stressful
situation making some irrational choices).
Rating: PG
Just a little idea I came up with when I saw an INCREDIBLE picture of Ewan (at www.bestofewan.com where he's lying on the bed looking down at his "wife" and running a hand up her side) from the tv movie "Solid Geometry." I get fluttery every time I look at that picture.
Anyway, I hope ya'll like this. Enjoy!
Obi-wan squeezed his eyes shut with a mental groan and
flopped his head back onto the luxurious pillow behind him. For Force sake,
he was a Jedi! How
could he have allowed it to happen? Cracking an eye open,
he looked to the left side of the bed - she was fast asleep, thank goodness.
With a small sigh, he pushed himself up into a sitting
position and, resting his elbows on his drawn up knees, placed his face
in his hands to try and clear his
mind. How could he have let himself get into this situation?
'She was trying to comfort me, but I took advantage of her generosity.' He thought bitterly, 'This is completely unacceptable.'
The sound of rustling sheets broke Obi-wan's train of
thought and brought his gaze back to the sleeping woman next to him. Force,
she was beautiful - and
not just in body, but in mind and spirit as well. She
was lying on her stomach, arms folded beneath her head. The thin, white
sheet, under which they were
both lying, was draped across her legs, but left the
smooth, milky skin of her back completely exposed to the room.
Rolling towards her and onto his stomach, Obi-wan propped
himself up with his elbow, finding it very difficult to keep his hand from
traveling the length of
her body one more time.
"Oh, Padme..." He whispered with a sad voice. Pulling
his hand back from where it hovered, only inches above the small of her
back, he turned away from
her once again and began to think about the events that
had led up to their night of passion. No, passion wasn't the right word.
Sure, their night was full of
intensity, but it hadn't stemmed from love or even lust
for each other. The few hours that they had spent in intimate embrace stemmed
solely from the need of
comfort.
After the victory celebration with the Gungans, Anakin
had been whisked back to Coruscant with the Jedi Masters to start his training.
Obi-wan had
wanted to go as well, if just to get away from the
place his own Master had perished, but Master Yoda had wished otherwise.
The small, green Jedi had
arranged with Queen Amidala, prior to Qui-gon's funeral,
for Obi-wan to stay in the palace for a few weeks longer, so the newly-appointed
knight could
come to terms with his master's death.
It had been difficult for Obi-wan to accept the young
queen's generous offer, and even more difficult for him to let himself
think about Qui-gon, but since it
had been a command directly from Yoda, he had had
no choice but to stay on Naboo.
Immediately after the ship containing the Jedi Masters
had departed, the Queen, herself, had escorted Obi-wan to his quarters.
Once there, though,
Obi-wan had stayed and locked himself up inside for
almost two weeks, unable to break free of the pain brought about by losing
the man he had thought of
as his father. During those weeks, Amidala had made
several attempts to coax the young Jedi out of his mourning state, inviting
him to private dinners or
walks in the gardens and such, but nothing she had
tried worked. Obi-wan had stayed incredibly reclusive, barely speaking
a word to her when they would
meet.
After that, the Queen's advisors had watched helplessly
as Padme plunged into depression. Naboo lost thousands of people to the
brutal hands of the Trade
Federation, and Padme felt solely responsible. Also,
she completely blamed herself for Obi-wan's misfortune, due to the fact
that it had been her planet's
struggles that led to Qui-gon's death. In her
despair she had come to his room late one night, fresh from a shower and
clad only in a thin night gown, to
seek his consolation and forgiveness. She had come
to to him not as the Queen or as Amidala, but simply as Padme, someone
who needed comfort just as
much as he. They hadn't said much in that moment,
just held each other and eventually collapsed on the floor in mourning.
They had cried as they kissed
and they had cried as they made love, giving themselves
to one another in the only way they had known how to in their broken
states.
Obi-wan looked to Padme's sleeping form once again. She
had opened up and given herself completely raw to him. What surprised him
more, though, was
that he had done the same. He had let go of his tough,
Jedi exterior and really let her inside him, exposing his whole soul to
her. Of course, it was just one
night and it would never happen again, but what they
had shared and the precious gift she had given him would last, in his mind,
forever.
Taking a deep breath, Obi-wan let the tips of his fingers
gently run across the side of her body, stopping them just before the swell
of her breasts. He knew
that he had to leave the palace as soon as possible,
but he wanted one more quiet moment to be in such an intimate state with
the beautiful woman who had
given everything she could to comfort him. As much as
his Jedi side reprimanded the action that had taken place the previous
night, Obi-wan didn't regret a
single moment of it. He had a strange feeling that his
path was not through intertwining with Padme's, but something was also
telling him that their paths
would never again connect like it just had. Their tender
time together had served its purpose and was already over.
Obi-wan sat up and swung his legs over the side of his
bed, his bare feet touching the cool, tiled floor and jolting him into
reality. It was time to say good-bye.
Pulling on his trousers, he walked to Padme's side of
the bed and took in her innocent face, knowing it would be the last time
he would ever see it in such a
state. With a sad smile, he leaned down and placed a
kiss on the young queen's cheek.
"Thank you for everything, Padme. "He whispered, "I will never forget you."
With that he gathered up and put the rest of his clothes
into his pack and threw on his long, brown cloak. Taking one last look
around the room as he made
his way to the door, Obi-wan promised himself that he
would always protect his friend, and one-time lover, just as she had done
for him. Sighing, he started
his journey to the flight hanger, leaving the beautiful,
young queen to her rest.
When she heard him exit the room, Padme slowly opened her eyes, tears already forming in them.
"I will never forget your either" She said softly, barely above a murmur, "Good-bye, Obi-wan."
THE END
So what did ya'll think?! I was thinking that maybe I'd
continue it into a series (like a rewrite of episodes 2 and 3), but probably
not for a while, since I'm in
the middle of a pretty lengthy fic already and I don't
want to get bogged down.