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Notes: There's no specific timeframe for this fic except that it's sometime post-TPM. Reviews are encouraged, and thanks for reading!
"I have to know," Padmé was saying.
"I don't see why," Obi-Wan calmly returned. "It's none of your business."
"I disagree. Being a member of one of the categories in question, I think I have a right to know. So I'll ask you again: do you prefer blondes or brunettes?"
"How did we get onto this subject again?"
"Your friend, Siri Tachi. She and I—"
"I should have known Siri would be involved in this," Obi-Wan muttered.
"She and I were talking the other day," Padmé continued, as if Obi-Wan had never interrupted, "and she mentioned that you had once kissed her."
"That was ages ago. And did she happen to mention that I had had too much to drink that night too?"
"But you remember kissing her?" Padmé persisted.
Obi-Wan was reluctant to answer at first, but finally he said, "Yes."
"So…?" she prompted.
"So what?"
She sighed. "So are you more interested in blondes or brunettes?"
"I think this is a very unfair line of questioning."
"How so?"
"Well, you're forgetting to include women with red hair, women with black hair… female Twi'leks…"
"But you've never shown interest in women with red hair or women with black hair or female Twi'leks." Padmé paused a moment, and then grinned as she said, "Unless there's something you're not telling me."
Obi-Wan coughed. "No. I just find this interrogation to be embarrassing."
"Then answer my question, and it'll be over." When he remained silent, she remarked, "You know, you've only been avoiding the issue. I'm not going to give up until I get an answer from you, Obi-Wan, and you know how stubborn I can be."
He sighed in defeat, but still tried to give her a noncommittal answer. "Padmé, Siri and I are old friends. You and I are old friends. I don't see any difference in—"
"You've never kissed me," she interrupted.
He blinked. "I'm sorry?"
"You've never kissed me," she repeated, enunciating each word slowly and clearly.
"I've never gotten drunk with you either," he pointed out, "but if all this is about a kiss, then…" he trailed off as he put his hands on her shoulders and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "There. Are you happy now?"
"I'm sure you can do better than that," she scoffed, but her cheeks had turned noticeably pink.
He smiled at seeing her blush. "I can," he smoothly assured her.
Before Padmé knew what was happening, Obi-Wan kissed her again, moving his hands from her shoulders in order to dip her at the waist. This time, the kiss was much longer and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers brushing the soft hair at the back of his head.
When he finally pulled away from her, both of them breathless, he asked "Does that answer your question?"
She nodded at first to give herself time to get her breath back. "It does," she replied, "but," she continued, her expression becoming mischievous, "it never hurts to be thorough. I think a follow-up is in order here."
Obi-Wan grinned. "Has anyone ever told you that you would make an excellent interrogator?"
"Just shut up and kiss me."