Padme took a step back as Obi Wan took her hand in his own, running a thumb across the back of her hand gently. Padme gasped gently, the sound echoing in the dim room. She tried to release herself but only succeeded in increasing his contact with her. She did not move as he once again took a step forward. She looked into his eyes, tilting her head to fully analyze his expression.
"Please don't Obi Wan" she whispered gently, not meaning it, in the slightest. She could not breathe properly and she felt her protests die away as she leaned into him.
"Padme, I can't believe…."
Against her will, she wrapped her arms around her waist as he in turn wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Completely caught Padme gave in to Obi Wan's kiss, delighted in the softness of his kiss, she had not been kissed in so long and suddenly had an irrational fear of not doing it right.
Together they broke apart, gasping for air, Padme gently ran her fingers over her lips, not looking at the Jedi who stood before her.
"Padme I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that"
Glad to have control of her senses she nodded, diffidently.She didn't look at him and for some reason she couldn't get a soild breath. Her mind whirled and she tried to even out her thoughts that had suddenly become irrational.
"No you shouldn't, and I shouldn't have let you. I have to go"
She brushed past him, her cheeks flaming even as the hoth coldness assaulted the rest of her body, she heard him call her name but did not stop. She nearly collided with Anakin, as the padawan went about his duties, he did not have time to talk as Padme walked past without stopping.
Anakin felt the presence of his master and his blind gaze fell on the older man, he could not see but he felt a deep sadness, a longing.
Yet whether it came more strongly from Padme or Obi Wan, Anakin could not tell.