This fic goes out to Ticklesivory—now that my persistent October-fever is over, I can finally start doing happy stuff.

Enjoy!

Padmé awoke to the soft sounds of light breathing. The sounds of a sleeping Obi-Wan.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she suppressed the urge to yawn. This was one of those moments where memories were created, and she intended on creating just a wonderful memory by …watching him.

The silky blue sheets were cool against her bare skin…and she smiled, remembering the passion that took place the previous evening. Padmé pulled the shimmer silk blanket up to her nose, and inhaled the sweet scent of her darling knight; her protector and loyal companion. His scent was hard to miss as he was around more often to leave a trace of himself behind. Where better to search then the bedroom? Padmé silently laughed to herself. Yes, the bedroom in which they shared.

Such memories.

Her eyes fell upon his peaceful, slumbering features. His slight, bare muscle-bound torso gleamed in the morning light, casting shadows that separated him from her. She never really thought about him being very tall and built, like his former master Qui-Gon Jinn. Then again, the deceased Jedi Master was very tall in height and built along the shoulders and torso. If Padmé didn't know any better, she would think that Obi-Wan were almost trying to look like him.

No matter. She enjoyed his growing long hair and bearded face. It was almost tradition among Jedi Masters to change their appearance from Knighthood. In a way, it made him look distinguished…vastly mature.

Incredibly sexy.

Need she dwell more?

Maybe not. Lying in bed on a much needed day of rest only to watch her sweet knight sleep…was enough to feel a shiver crawl down her spine at how much—in the tiniest of ways—he silently managed to arouse her. Perhaps it was his bare skin and near-flexing muscles, or even the fact that although he was vulnerable, Padmé knew she could have her way with him right there and then.

Or merely it was because they were both literally naked under the bed sheets.

Whatever the case, she was in love.

Obi-Wan began to stir. Padmé stared as he took in a deep breath and turned his head the other way, towards the window. Precious times such as these were almost rare—Padmé was always grateful whenever she got the chance to share the bed with him. Other then calling the Temple his home, being with her was his true home. This was their apartment, their bed, their life.

Their love.

Once again her eyes fell upon his yummy torso.

"You going to keep staring all morning, or are you gonna kiss me?"

Her smile turned into a grin. "How long have you been awake?"

He turned to look at her, a smile forming across his cute face. "Long enough to know that you're beautiful while asleep."

"You—!" Padmé sat up, and began hitting him with a defenseless pillow. "You were awake this whole time and didn't do a thing!"

Obi-Wan laughed and shielded himself from the onslaught of a purple pillow. "I was waiting for you to do something to me while I pretended to be asleep—instead you just bored me with your silence!" That got her mad. She grabbed another pillow and managed to hit him square in the face. In turn, he gave her a surprised look. "Two can play that game you know!"

A fight of pillows ensued, and Padmé for the first time since the start of the Clone War, really laughed. This was a memory she knew would last her a long time. One she could look back on and not regret a single moment. That is…until Obi-Wan managed to knock both pillows out of her hands and pin her down, lovingly kissing her lips and neck.

"Obi-Wan, is that…"

His smile was enough. "Mhmm."

She raised an eyebrow. "Already?"

"I can't help it—it's the will of the Force!"

"Then show me what it can do."

Memories.

These were the moments memories are made from.