Dangerous Liasions

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Spoilers: Possible.

"It is unusually warm for this time of year, my friend." Obi-Wan muttered. His brown hair matted from the dew of sweat. He had never been a particular fan of hot weather or for that matter cold weather.

His fingers had tugged at the bulky material that made up his garment. His cloak had departed his shoulders as the sun's heat had grown in intensity. He could not figure out how Anakin could even stand the weather...even if he was naturally from a desert planet.

"It is not that hot." Anakin said, his eyes caught by the ripples of water that had dispatched around the birds that had landed in the lake. Obi-Wan had shrugged, wiping a hand to his brow to remove the sweat that decorated his face.

He had not expected anymore from his former padawan. Anakin never thought much about the hotter atmospheres that they had come to know. It was the colder ones that he heard Anakin's voice rise in complaint.

The robes that the Jedi had been commissioned to wear hardly did any suit in extreme weathers. They were for more indoor weather that could be controlled by a switch.

"I think I might have to pick up some new garments." Obi-Wan stated dryly. His eyes prodded the sweat stains that had marred his bash uniform. He did not expect any of his other clothing that he brought along would uphold any better.

"You would probably feel better if you did not wear so many layers." Anakin responded, his voice quieted by the cries of the birds as they removed their presence from the lake to their nests.

Obi-Wan frowned. He hated to be without his shirt on. It did not feel comfortable for him to be about shirtless in the galaxy. He had an appearance to uphold.

Anakin had shifted in his veranda chair. His upper torso scarred by the sun's intense heat to allow his back the same privilege. Obi-Wan stated clearly that he did not wish to be burnt by the Nubian sun, even if it meant that for the time being he sweated.

"I thought that you two might want something refreshing if you were going to spend all day out here." Padme smiled, her hands twisted about the silver tray that she assembled by herself.

"Thank you, mi'lady." Obi-Wan sweetly remarked, revealed by the production of a food that could cool his senses. Padme had nodded, dropping the tray onto the stone table.

She had watched her husband, as he removed a drink from the tray with the invisible hand of the force guiding it to his lips. Obi-Wan lectured him for a minute before allowing the subject to slip away into friendly joke.

Padme grasped at the blue berry popsicle. Her tongue licking at it tenderly, drawing her husband's attention to the action. He shifted uncomfortably as she continued sucking on the popsicle.

"What are you doing?" His voice had demanded, startled by the sight of his beloved's action. She continued the action, allowing the popsicle's juices to spill down her chin, before she had ended the ritual and allowed herself to enjoy Anakin's frustrated look.

She had wiped her hands and chin against the scarlett hankerchief, as she chewed the last morsel of her popsicle. Her expression was gleeful as her husband turned away, about ready to dump the cold glass of water over himself to cool the heat that had risen in his body.

"I like blue berry popsicles, Anakin." Her voice huskily whispered. He had little doubt what she was up to. He knew his wife to well to know what was cycling through her devious mind. She was politican after all.

She had pulled her top over her head to reveal a small periwinkle bikini that had allowed her curves to be emphasized in a positive light. She had pulled herself away from the stone bench that she had taken as a seat and straddled her husband's back.

"You need suntan lotion...or else you will burn." Padme seductively whispered into his ear. Her tongue trailing against the rim of his ear. He had stopped himself from turning over and allowing her plans to work. Obi-Wan was virtually right next to them.

She had reached for the sun tan lotion and rubbed the white creme between her hands. He had groaned as she made contact with his back, rubbing the cool lotion over him. Massaging his back with her gentle caresses.

"Turn over." She whispered, he had followed her commandment showing off the red mark that had stained his muscular chest and stomach. She frowned, getting off him for a moment to run into the villa to retrieve a bottle of bacta.

She had re-gained position, seating herself carefully on his lower body to avoid irritating the skin that she no doubt stung her husband. The green gel had squirted over his chest. He had smiled as he watched her hands, masterfully spread the contents over the damaged skin.

It had felt nice to have the little contact though he knew soon he would have to throw her off his body. He could not afford to be caught with her in any compromising situations, like the one that she had been transpiring before Obi-Wan's lost eyes.

"Thank you Senator for your...kind adminstrations." Anakin had stated glumily, retreated from the seat and forcing his wife off of his body. "I think I am going to go for a long cold shower, now."

"What was that about?" Obi-Wan asked, as he scanned the veranda as Anakin dissipated from the balcony into the cool interior of the retreat. Padme shrugged, a thin smile had spread over her face.

Anakin Skywalker was cracking. She would make sure that all of his defences were down until she could get what she wanted from him. It was only a matter of time now.

To Be Continued...

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