Padmé stretched languorously on the bed, her arms high over her head. Realization of the previous night's events crept into her mind and a large smile spread over her face.
Her smile widened before she quickly shot her head up to locate Healer T'Pal. A glance toward the balcony revealed that the Jedi Healer was performing morning meditation.
Good. She had at least a few moments to lie here and remember.
Sighing heavily, Padmé's fell back down upon the bed, one hand thoughtlessly playing with a long curling lock.
She had made love with Obi-Wan last night, and it was beyond anything she had had expected, or experienced before. He was gentle, loving, painstakingly deliberate -- driving her mad with just the touch of his hands.
The bond between them was nearly throbbing in need for fulfillment, and although their time together was short,they had not rushed.
She returned his methodic caresses with as much care, mapping and memorizing the contours and textures of his body, the well developed musculature of his legs, arms, and abdomen, the adorable cleft of his chin.
The scent of his masculinity, the taste of his mouth, the feel of his flesh underneath her. There wasn't a part of him that she did not touch with her hands or caress with her mouth.
And when he finally entered her, the connection between them was completely filled both physically and mentally.
"Happy this morning I see."
Healer's T'Pals words broke Padmé out of her reverie and she immediately sat up in the bed.
"Just happy to be finally getting this issue resolved. When do we leave?"
"In one-half hour your Highness. Your bags have already been sent to the ship. Your morning meal is waiting for you."
"Thank you."
Padmé glanced up into the face of a grinning handmaiden approaching her with a dressing gown in hand. She exchanged a quick wink with Sabé before rising from the bed to dress.
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Obi-Wan slowly wakened, his body protesting from lack of sleep and soreness of the previous night's activities. Recalling those activities through the haze of wakening brought an instant grin to his face and an immediate surge of desire through his body.
He had made love with Padmé last night.
At first, he had worried that she might actually refuse him. He had often wondered if she had felt the strength of the bond as he had, seeing that she was not attuned to the Force. After giving in, however, he found her desire matched his own, and he had to quickly rein in that power before it consumed them. He kept the pace of their lovemaking deliberately slow.
How could this be wrong? The Force had literally sung between them - a serenade that belonged to just them. Lifting his hands to his face, he inhaled her lingering fragrance on his fingertips. He could almost feel the softness of her luxurious curls fall across his chest, the taste of her mouth, the firmness of her breasts as they pressed against him.
"Awake I see you are."
Obi-Wan's eyes flew open to see Master Yoda approaching his bedside. He cleared his throat and turned quickly to his side to hide his growing erection.
"Yes, Master."
"Time is short. Leave soon we must."
"Yes, Master." Obi-Wan took a few quick breaths, calming his nerves and his body before he felt he was able to rise from the bed and make himself presentable.
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Obi-Wan was escorted to the ship by Masters Windu and Yoda, at a pre-arranged time prior to the expected arrival of Queen Amidala.
He was ushered to the rear compartment of the royal cruiser, while Padmé was kept in the front, guarded by Healer T'Pal.
It was a least a twelve-hour flight to Coruscant from Naboo and Obi-Wan was beginning to worry. Already, he could feel their bond beginning to pulse with need. It had only been five hours since he had been with her, and already the urge to join with her again was making itself known.
Perhaps meditation would help.
He lowered himself onto the cold durasteel floor of the compartment and allowed his mind and body to relax, attempting to focus, but his thoughts kept coming back to the same thing. Padmé Amidala.
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Two hours into the flight and Padmé was not doing so well. She was pacing her assigned quarters on board, irritated with the Jedi that they had not allowed her handmaidens to escort her, but more irritated that she was being treated like a prisoner aboard her own vessel!
She flung herself down upon the single chair in the room and attempted to compose herself. This wouldn't help matters at all. There was no doubt in her mind that her irritation was a result of her disconnection with Obi-Wan. She was already beginning to feel the burn of his abscence.
Something had changed last night. Their lovemaking had sealed something inside that could not be broken. Not by any distance, not by any type of therapy the Jedi Healers could force upon them.
But along with that realization was a slight prick of fear. It had only been eight hours since they had been together, and he was just down the hall from her now, but it wasn't enough. The burning need she was feeling was threatening to increase with each passing moment.
She wanted to bolt through that door, down the hall, and into his arms. But she couldn't. Not yet. She had to wait. She had to be patient, for both of their sakes.
She turned in her chair to watch the stars flying by at light speed, biting her lip in frustration, and wondering if Obi-Wan was feeling the same.