AN: This will probably be the shortest chapter in this story…but as far as that goes –remember… it's all about QUALITY not QUANTITY…and considering the subject matter for this chapter - that is ALL that counts. ; ) You'll see what I mean…..

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Chapter Thirteen

His Jedi training and conscience cried out against this contact, but her lips were so soft and seemed to mold perfectly against his own. So caught up in the eroticism and the feeling of her mouth moving against his, Obi-Wan was only vaguely aware of the small hands that had slipped underneath his tunics and were now lightly caressing the skin of his back.

He knew he should stop this now before it was too late, but it felt so good. And when her tongue eased past his lips and met his own, he knew he was lost. A deep groan escaped against the demanding pressure of her mouth and he buried his hands in the dark waves of her hair, drawing her even closer, eliciting a moan from her in response.

Obi-Wan gasped for air and attempted to clear his mind when Padmé began placing a trail of fiery kisses along his jaw and down his neck. Withdrawing suddenly, she looked directly into his eyes, her face flushed with desire and reached up to grasp ahold of his hands, guiding them directly to her breasts, holding them there with a firm grip.

"Touch me." She leaned forward and whispered against mouth.

Obi-Wan hesitated, acutely aware of the firm flesh underneath his fingertips, the rigid peaks beneath his thumbs. He was mesmerized by the sight of the seemingly involuntary movements of his hands as they began to caress her slowly.

His hands stopped their movements only when Padmé began to unzip the front of the bodysuit she was wearing, revealing pale flesh that he could not keep from touching. His caresses moved around the slight swell of her small breasts and up across her neck and face, one fingertip tracing lightly across the full lips now swollen from their kisses. Her skin was so soft beneath his touch. But soon, the mere touch of his hands wasn't enough to satisfy his growing desire, and he brought his mouth forward to follow the path his fingers had burned, starting at her breasts and moving up along her neck, while his hand went back to kneading the soft but firm mound of flesh revealed to him.

"Obi-Wan…" She whispered his name on a sigh as her head fell back in pleasure.

Hearing his name escape her lips broke the spell Obi-Wan had been under and he abruptly jerked his hand away as if it had been burned.

"I'm sorry." He murmured quickly, seeing the hurt look on her face. Damnit! Hurting her was the last thing he had wanted to do. "I should have never…"

"It's okay Obi-Wan." Padmé hurriedly replied, straightening her clothing. "It's okay if you don't want me. I understand."

"Oh, Padmé. That's not it at all." Grabbing ahold of her hands, to keep her from leaving, he could feel their slight tremor. "If I could, I would. Believe me." He shook his head in affirmation. "But I'm a Jedi. I've made a vow to the Jedi Order. Attachment such as this is forbidden."

"I see." Padmé replied plainly, but Obi-Wan could hear the disappointment in her voice, and see it also in her eyes.

She pulled her hands from his and turned to begin her descent down the crates, but hesitated and then turned back toward him. "I would like to have my locket back now please."

Obi-Wan was momentarily caught off guard by her statement, but quickly reached inside his tunic and brought forth the delicate piece of jewelry. "Of course."

Once Padmé had put the necklace on, she climbed down the crates and left the cargo bay.

It was a long time before Obi-Wan did the same.