"Wait...wait a minute." Padmé's words were muffled by the onslaught of Obi-Wan's kisses.
She used all of her willpower to pull away from his embrace, the urge to be close to him almost beyond her control. She held up her hands and backed away slowly, smiling at his appearance in the orange dress, but turning serious once more. She placed herself on one side of the small table in the middle of the room and soon he was standing on the opposite side.
"Obi-Wan, we need to talk about this, while we can. Are you sure this is what you want?"
"I'm sure." Obi-Wan moved to one side of the table, a predatory look to his face that made Padmé shudder. Padmé moved further along the edge of the table, trying to keep a safe distance from him.
"But you could be dismissed from the Jedi Order! I really believe you need to think about this."
She then gripped the edge of the table, the powerful need to rush into his arms nearly overcoming her.
Obi-Wan's features then turned solemn in response. "Padmé. I've been thinking about this all day while I was meditating. The Force brought us together. It's so obvious to me now. Ever since that first kiss when I was recovering..."
"Wait. You remember that kiss?"
Obi-Wan blushed slightly and smiled. "Well, I didn't until meditation today. It seems that even while unconscious, I'm drawn to you. The Force wants us together Padmé, and if my Master taught me anything, it was not to deny the will of the Force -- despite what the Council or the Code says."
His words made sense, but Padmé still found herself worrying. Would he seriously give up his life as a Jedi just to be with her? Would he be happy if he did?
"But Obi-Wan...I..."
Her words stuttered to a stop as Obi-Wan chose at that time to reach down and remove the distracting orange gown over his head, revealing a bronze, muscular chest to her appreciative gaze.
Padmé knew she should continue to argue her point and debate the potential hazards of their decision, but as Obi-Wan moved around the table toward her, she found she had completely lost her power of speech. In fact, the only power that seemed to be emanating from her came from the bond that was now rapidly growing in strength between them as he moved closer. That powerful yearning confirmed that his words were true -- that this was right.
With every touch of his hands, every kiss from his mouth, their bond surged, and when their bodies joined together, it overflowed, enveloping them both until they were no longer two souls but one -- indistinguishable...unbreakable.
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Yané and Rabé had had their hands full all evening. Being such a small Jedi, Master Yoda didn't eat much, and it took all of their ingenuity to keep the three Jedi occupied in the dining hall for an adequate length of time.
It wasn't until Rabé found a vintage bottle of Alderaanian wine that the evening progressed to the handmaidens' satisfaction.
Before long, the three Jedi were drinking and singing old Jedi Academy songs, though slightly off key.
Yané and Rabé squinted as the foul notes fell on their ears, but smiled at the same time. As long as they kept these three in the dining hall, they didn't care if they danced naked on the tabletops. Rabé shuddered at the thought of the smaller green Jedi doing just that.
"How much time do you think we need to give them?" Yané whispered to her colleague.
"It's been three hours. Surely, that's long enough. I'm not sure I can take much more of this!"
Just then, Master Windu stood up, good-naturedly slapping Healer T'Pal on the back and began walking toward the dining hall exit. Master Yoda soon followed, veering slightly, relying heavily on his gimer stick to correct his swaying steps.
Healer T'Pal went to the Queen's bed chamber and found Padmé sound asleep in her bed.
Masters Windu and Yoda went to Obi-Wan's room and found him asleep as well.
Yoda was pleased. They would all be leaving for Coruscant in the morning. Everything would be taken care of and things would be back to normal -- the way things should be.