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 8- Only Human

His chambers were filled with simply the sound of mechanical breathing and the whirr of machines tending to his every biological need. The solitude always made it easier to break into thought about everything that had transpired. It would have been an excellent place to meditate, but he found greater strength in dwelling on the feelings.

He thought of his old Master again, about how he had betrayed him and left him for dead on Mustafar. All of the taunts, reminding him how he was the Chosen One. It still ate at him, burning inside. Obi-Wan had never understood what a great burden it had been- indeed still was- to know that all of the hope of the Jedi rested on his shoulders. He had been chosen for whatever reason to fulfill some old prophecy in whatever way. Had they asked him what his choice in the matter was? What if he had wanted something for himself? It was no matter.

He also could still not understand how they could expect him to be their Chosen One yet still never become a Jedi Master. They never trusted him in the short-run, yet somehow they trusted him with the Fate of their entire Order.

It was just as well; he did not want to be led along for their purposes. Yet ironically, he felt that's exactly what Palpatine was doing now. He was a puppet on his strings, doing precisely what the Sith Lord desired in order to glean some of his dark knowledge. But it was to no avail now, the one he had wished to save through those powers was now one with the Force. Perhaps he could bring her back? He would never know.

It was rather futile, he would simply follow this power for what it was; he could never reach this level of strength following around hanging onto Obi-Wan's apron strings. But again, he was reminded of that perfect Jedi.

Perfect. Obi-Wan had never shown weakness, had never given in to any of the subtle feelings that he knew Obi-Wan possessed. He had never seen Obi-Wan stare at a woman, never seen him sneer at someone that had insulted him. Obi-Wan was the ever-patient one, in perfect control. The thought made him cringe, and fueled his desire to hunt the Jedi down and prove to him that he was not the all-powerful Jedi he thought he was.

She took a break from his hot kisses, smiling back up at him. His response to her admission was heartening, but she wanted to make sure this is what he truly wanted. He dotted kisses at the sides of her mouth, not wanting to stop. "Obi, are you sure this is what you want?" she voiced the question, not wanting to delay much longer herself.

"Yes, Padmé." He almost sounded impatient, something she was not used to but was awed by.

She trailed her fingers down his back, watching him shiver with delight, his eyes closing. She closed her own eyes, seeking that connection with him once more. Almost unconsciously, her fingers hooked in the waistband of his pants, tugging downward, as she felt awash in feeling. The intensity of it rose and fell with the intensity of the physical feelings as well, she noticed as he worked his own magic with his hands.

She made a valiant effort at removing his pants before his impatience took over again and he removed them on his own. Her hips pressed against his, urging him on. His kisses showered quicker and more passionately as he felt her soft skin against his own. He pulled her closer, feeling how warm and moist she was against his hardness.

He felt her quiver against the touch of him. He softly grinded against her, smiling and trying ever harder to regain control as he explored, feeling her lose less and less of her own control. She moaned, rubbing herself against him, quickening the pace.

The touch sent him reeling, forcing him to take a deep breath. He dotted more kisses down her chin, underneath her ear. And plunged in, abandoning all pretenses and inhibitions.

She gasped in surprise, then kissed him to reassure him when she felt him withdrawing, worried at her response. Their connection swelled with every movement of his hips, every slight thrust. The passion carried her on ever rising waves, normal pleasure intensified by their Force bond. She found it easy to go over the brink, collapsing into completion, the eclipse of her pleasure, then riding slightly down, never completely letting it end.

She knew he was learning to get back to that control he originally held, learning to control the pace. He kept it ever slow, each thrust calculated and timed to match the rise of her hips yearning for more. He would edge her over to abandon, then drive her back home. In his embrace, she felt as if he was concentrating every effort on her own pleasure.

Yet at the same time, she knew he was ultimately deriving pleasure and worth from her own moans, she could almost feel his smile widening every time he sent her over the edge. She was beginning to know exhaustion as he continued, her body fatiguing after several successive orgasms. Her arms tightened about him, nestling her nose in his neck.

He took this as a sign that it was time for him to lose himself in his own abandonment, the calculated thrusts becoming more frequent. She found herself riding up that wave one last time with him. He found his own release and buried himself inside of her, coming to a rest. Their bond nearly exploded, her entire body tingled as she felt his own culmination. He did not stop long, opening his eyes to look down at her, dancing more kisses across her face. His blue eyes were still dark with passion.

She looked back up at him, tightening her arms about his neck to draw him as close as possible. She avoided words, wanted to simply feel the warmth of him about her, feel the slick feeling of his skin against hers. She wanted to treasure this moment forever.

He kissed her earlobe, murmuring to her finally, "You're amazing."

She smiled, nudging his face to hers. "No, you are." She trailed her fingers up his back, watching him shiver. "You would think you do this with many women, often… like you're a Master at this, too." She teased lightly.

His mood sobered slightly. "No, it has been a long time…" he trailed off, grasping through memories to remember the last few times, many years ago. "Jedi are not supposed to participate in this sort of activity often." He reminded her.

She frowned, "I should never have let you."

Obi-Wan shook his head, kissing the edges of her mouth, urging the frown away. "This was my decision as well. I do not regret it, nor do I feel like I am breaking my Oath I made long ago." He sighed softly, losing himself in her brown eyes. "I realize the reason for the taboo against it, and realize something many forget in their studies." He paused, unfortunately remembering his young Apprentice. "They always forget… we are all only human, and loving is part of that."

Padmé gave him another kiss, attempting to reassure him. "I will always appreciate that." She grinned, "I love you as well."

He smiled at that, rolling over beside her, reluctantly withdrawing from her. He wrapped am arm about her waist, lounging beside her yet not wanting to move away from this close contact. "I hope I never disappoint you." His smile turned to a grin, "Senator."

She swiped at his arm playfully, and giggled as he kissed her to pacify her. "Master Jedi, I order you to do that again, in the name of diplomatic negotiations."

His grin grew wider. "Yes, ma'am." He complied happily.

The conference room aboard his shuttle was silent as they studied the Sith Lord, waiting for his reaction. Commander Appo had again briefed him.

"Are you certain of this information?" he demanded.

The Commander nodded, bringing up the logs in question on the holoscreen. "Senator Bail Organa arrived on Alderaan, the planet in question, shortly after we lost contact with the ships we had tracked from Mustafar." He paused, bringing up images. "He did not, however, arrive with any Jedi." He brought up more pictures, showing Bail Organa with a bundle in his arms. "At least, none that we could detect."

The Dark Lord stared at the last image, studying the bundle. It was not large enough for Yoda to hide in, yet from the care that Organa gave it, he assumed the bundle still held a precious item in it- perhaps an infant. "Commander, do you know what is in the bundle?"

The Commander shook his head, enlarging the image. It did not clarify their query. "It appears to be a baby, sir, though I cannot be for certain."

Darth Vader dismissed this at first, then pondered on the files he had read about the man. "I do not recall the Senator's wife expecting a baby."

Appo shook his head. "The data files on Senator Organa would not include that information, it would be added upon the child's birth."

Darth Vader inclined his head in affirmation, but tucked the information in the back of his mind. Children of the Senators could always be useful.

Sorry this was so long in coming! I was not sure how I wanted to do the love scene, and I actually ended up toning it down a tad. Let me know what you think!