Disclaimer: Star Wars and all associated characters, plotlines, and worlds (good and bad) are property and copyright © of George Lucas (aka The Richest Man in Hollywood). This is purely for fan entertainment only.

Also a warning… this fanfic is rated MA for adult themes. I have also officially crossed over into "Obidala land"… in other words, if you're offended or otherwise do not like the pairing between Obi-Wan Kenobi and Padmé Amidala, then please don't read further to spare yourself the irritation. Otherwise, enjoy!

Chapter 6- Obi-Wan's Undoing

Thoughts still whirled around in her head, a smile tugged on her lips as she remembered the sweet feel of his lips against them. She struggled to focus on the task at hand; their kisses shared had been hours ago. "I wish we could begin this immediately, and strike while they have just disbanded the droid army." She set her pen on the paper in front of her. Writing things out manually always helped her think.

For once Obi-Wan seemed relaxed, the worry lines around his eyes had eased. They had discussed the matter all there was to be discussed, and they would proceed naturally. It was more important now to discuss their strategy on how they would proceed with the Jedi hunt and for the rise of the Empire. "It is impossible, Padmé, the clones are perfectly loyal. They cannot be turned. We do not have an army of our own." He paused, still musing. "Perhaps we could get clones of our own…" he trailed off, then shook his head. "It is too expensive, too hard to hide, and we don't have the luxury of time that Palpatine had."

She frowned, "But perhaps we do…" she sighed, this was not one of her favorite ideas. "We will need time to train an army, find those loyal to the Republic, and find new Jedi to help maintain peace."

This reminder was a brutal stab, one that still made him want to well up inside with feelings of revenge. He quelled those thoughts- they led nowhere. He needed a clear mind. His eyes trailed along her determined face, to the round curve of her lips. He turned away; he needed a clear mind from that, too. "It will take a long time to find new Jedi." He shook his head. "Really it will only take one Jedi to accomplish this, one Jedi that can overthrow Darth Vader and Darth Sidious. But I am not strong enough, and I wonder that I never will be."

Padmé grimaced and propped her chin in her hand, "If you can't, and Yoda can't, who can? Who has Darth Vader spared in his hunt?"

He hated seeing her worry, wanted to wipe the frustration away. "Your children are very strong in the Force, Padmé, they carry much of their father with them." He paused, wondering on the strength he had detected in the infants. "But they will need time, training…"

She crossed her arms, indignant. "I wish my children would not be instruments as such, I had not wanted them to be pawns in a Galactic War. I wanted to keep them from the horrors their father saw as long as I could." Her voice softened, "But I do realize that they may be our only hope, in confronting Lord Vader. I suppose we will have to wait."

"I know you hate waiting, not being able to act, Padmé." He took her hand, squeezed it. "But we're running rather low on options." He smirked, remembering another option he had mused over, but found lacking. "I thought Senators could do everything, and accomplish anything through their debates. Couldn't you just show up in your gorgeous ceremonial robes, give them one of your heart-melting smiles, and throw these ideas at them while they are dumbfounded by your beauty and catch them off guard, make them rise against the Emperor?" he was grinning from ear to ear.

She wanted to laugh, but instead put her hands on her hips. "I know you despise politicians, but you're stuck with me for now."

He leaned closer, still grinning, further amused that she seemed to be playing along, teasing back. "Senator, I do believe I can find a way to enjoy the wait time." He watched as a grin spread across her face and gently kissed the corners of her mouth. "I think I can manage." He whispered, his lips close to her ears.

She shivered, feeling his breath. "I don't know if I want to spend all that time with another Jedi." She closed her eyes, enjoying the closeness.

"But Padmé," he began, kissing just below her ear, "The Force can be so… useful." He watched her shiver as he used the Force to have the air stroke the back of her neck, forcing tingles down her spine. As she calmed, he trailed the kisses down her throat, ever slowly, enjoying every moment of his own undoing.

"Cheater." She whispered, melting under his touch. It was all so very new to her, she could not have even imagined this encounter just a day before- but she welcomed this new touch. The feelings she had encountered in their meditation together had caused her to see Obi-Wan in a new light. She enjoyed seeing the Jedi that had always calculated every move, controlled every emotion, explore these feelings and act on impulse.

He did not think, her scent and her soft skin under his lips was making mental processes nearly impossible. He continued the trail of kisses to her collarbone, savoring the soft taste of her skin. The sense of abandonment to his senses left him reeling inside, but he threw himself head first. With the Empire rising and nothing they could do, he really was stuck waiting. So he may as well enjoy it. She drew his head up, and he looked up at her questioningly.

Wordlessly, she pulled him close. His entire body ached as she settled herself in his lap, to be closer to him. Her lips met his once more with a renewed hunger, her arms twinning about his neck, savoring the closeness.

The streets of Naboo were awash with white Clone armor. He stood in stark contrast among them, his black cape swirling as they marched in unison towards the palace. A special ops team had already secured the Queen and they were all anxious to see how Lord Vader would deal with the Queen who did not support their Emperor and his hunt of the Jedi.

Darth Vader still sought out the presence of the Jedi Knight, but put it temporarily on hold. The Knight had quickly masked his presence within a crowd of people, trying to hide and escape. But he knew that there was no way that the Jedi could escape, his clones blocked the way to every exit. It would only be a matter of time.

Queen Jamilla stood proud between two of the troopers, her head held high. She wore the ceremonial garb that he had always seen Padmé wearing. It made the Sith Apprentice angry, he would be glad to have her dead. Nothing more needed to remain of his dead wife. "Queen Jamilla, do you know why you are being arrested by the Imperial Army?" he questioned her as he drew near, leaving the clones behind.

Her eyes narrowed, she spat on the ground at his feet. "You're going against everything that the Republic stood for." She glared at him, shaking her head. "I know who you are. I don't understand how you could have spent so much time in Padmé's time and not have learned the value of democracy."

He slapped her face at the mention of Padmé. "You know nothing of the matter. You are in contempt of the government; you are committing treason by speaking ill of the Empire." He turned away from her, gesturing to Commander Appo who had made his way to his side. "Take her to the ship." They began to move the Queen away. The Jedi Knight that Darth Vader had been seeking came from the crowd, moving towards him.

"You will not take her, she has done nothing wrong." Jori Carver called, drawing his lightsaber from his belt. "You will have to confront me."

Darth Vader laughed, "You fool, you cannot confront me." He drew his on lightsaber as the Knight rushed at him.

She wasn't sure how, but in a flurry of his kisses, her roving hands, they had ended up in the large bed in the back room. She found herself staring into his blue eyes, bewildered and awed by the heated look in them. She was still getting used to the Jedi Master displaying any emotion. She had at first thought he had no control over the situation, but then realized that each tantalizing kiss he gave was given at a precise time, in a location he had chosen to elicit a particular response. She realized he was learning from everything, at all times. It left her so struck that she could not move except in response to his touch.

He was currently focusing on her chin and neck, still eliciting tiny gasps from his delicate touch. He was taking his very precious time, drawing the entire process out well beyond anything she was used to. She briefly reflected on how this was so polarized from her experiences with Anakin, who had always rushed into the passion. But any thoughts of him were driven from her mind as he lightly nibbled at her ear, murmuring, "You're beautiful, have I ever told you that?" he drew his face over hers to watch her reactions, suddenly unsure of himself.

She kissed his nose, touching his cheek above his beard. "You've never needed to say anything, I felt all of that."

He stared in her eyes until she felt he could feel her very soul. She looked back into his, recalling their connection earlier, until she knew she felt it again. She held tight onto the feelings, closing her eyes. She felt his lips on her eyelids, felt him trail kisses to her ear. He finally whispered the words she had felt in her heart, her soul. "I love you, Padmé."

She felt as if she had always known these words to be true, realized she returned the thoughts and feelings on a level just as deep, with her connection with him. She remembered the first time she had seen him, when he had been a young man himself, and she a young woman. He had been so brash. She remembered then the first time she had seen him after all those years, when he came to be her bodyguard. She had first been struck by his patience, his control, the maturity he exhibited. She had laughed at his wit and inwardly swooned at the smiles she occasionally caught. But she had then thought they were imagined, had almost been afraid of a man that did truly seem to hold no emotions. She had then fallen for Anakin's dramatic show of his adoration for her, and fallen into the warm feelings of someone adoring her, as she had always secretly wanted.

But these feelings were much more seated in the root of her soul, she truly admired the man that Obi-Wan had become; it was much more than a swoon at the depth of his blue eyes or the sight of his smile. And now here she was, lying in his arms and feeling the physical and mental affects of his loving her back, the gentle connection they shared in the Force. It was overwhelming and addicting, she did not want to let it go. She had found her Knight, she let him sweep her off to experience this together.

I'm sorry this one took longer than others to write. I also hope it doesn't seem like it is being rushed… Let me know what you think! Thanks to all who have dedicatedly reviewed!