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Chapter 10

Her lips tasted as sweet as he knew they would. Like the dew off of a trularia vine. He couldn't drink enough of her nectar, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth and then ravaging the softness inside with his tongue.

Every nerve ending in his body was on fire. He had never felt anything like this before. Vibrant...Alive.

Obi-Wan couldn't believe this was happening.

Her skin was so soft and supple underneath his callused hands. His mouth moved from those firm red lips down across her neck, nibbling at the tender skin there, causing the woman in his arms to squirm with delight. But when his hands moved deftly beneath the velvet gown that she wore and caressed the warm peaks of her breasts, the sounds she made turned from giggles to moans.

The buttons he hadn't unfastened yet came popping off one by one as he impatiently attemped to rid her body of the obstruction. He had to touch her, feel her -- everywhere.

Her small hands responded in kind -- running through the back of his hair, stroking the beard on his face, one hand tracing his lips while the other stole beneath his tunics.

His heart pounded in his chest and he felt light-headed – all of his blood having rushed to the lower region of his body.

Passion he had never felt. The hunger to be near her…inside of her was overwhelming. He had to join with her. It was beyond his control. He couldn't stop now if Yoda himself made an appearance. He simply had to complete their bond.

Their bond.

Obi-Wan sat up suddenly, his hair sticking to his head in sweaty wisps, his chest heaving with his rapid breaths.

It was a dream. It was a just a dream, although the most erotic dream he had ever had.

But it was so real. He could still almost hear her whispered moans, feel her skin underneath his fingertips, smell the fragrance of her. If he closed his eyes he could seeher passion-filled dark brown ones.

Oh Force!

He had been dreaming about Padmé Amidala!

What kind of perverted Master was he? He was lusting after his own padawan's bondmatch!

"No. No. No." Obi-Wan repeated as he flew up from the bed he was sitting upon.

Something wasn't right.

Just when he had thought that everything was going okay, now this. He had finally gotten his stomach condition under control, thanks to the antacids the healers had given him.

Maybe it was the trip to Naboo that had disturbed him. Meeting the parents of his padawan's bondmatch was a little unnerving, although Anakin seemed to have dealt with it alright, other than when he told the joke to Padmé's father about the Rodian that went into the speederbike bar.

He had warned Anakin before never to repeat that joke. Sometimes, the boy just didn't listen.

Their visit had gone well so far. Her parents were extremely welcoming and generous, and her sister was friendly. Obi-Wan was not surprised in the least. Padmé would not be the woman she was today without the love and support she received from her family. And it was obvious that they did love her.

Obi-Wan moved across the room to look out the window into the darkened Theed skyline, recalling the conversation from earlier that evening.

Padmé's mother, Jobal, had voiced her concern about Anakin, proving how much she did love her daughter. And although the conversation seemed a little strange, he understood that Jobal was merely looking out for her youngest.

"Master Kenobi." She had stated to him after dinner earlier that evening. "I undesrtand that you are the one who set up my daughter with Anakin."

"Not exactly, Mrs. Naberrie."

"Call me Jobal." She insisted with a kind expression.

"Yes ma'am." Obi-Wan smiled as the lady took his arm and they strolled out of the house and onto the back patio. "What I meant was that the Force is what chose your daughter. Not me."

"I'm sorry, Master Kenobi."

"Please call me Obi-Wan."

"All right." She smiled in turn and Obi-Wan noted the family resemblance in the eyes. "I'm not very familiar with the ways of the Force. How did you know that she was intended for your…what do you call him?"

"Padawan."

"Oh, yes," the older woman continued. "For your padawan."

Obi-Wan thought for a moment. How could he explain this to someone not sensitive to the Force?

"The Force spoke to me." He replied with some hesitation.

"And what did it tell you?" Jobal quickly replied.

"That Padmé was the answer."

"And the question was -- who was right for your padawan?"

"Yes." Obi-Wan answered somewhat impatiently. He couldn't quite grasp where this line of questioning was going.

"Well." The mother turned and began guiding Obi-Wan back toward the house. "Ruwee and I were just wondering how this all came about. Please understand, we only want what's best for our daughter. We want her to be happy."

As they stopped just outside of the door leading back in, Jobal turned to Obi-Wan with a rather serious look on her face.

"Can you promise me, Master Jedi, that my daughter will be happy?"

"I think so." Obi-Wan muttered to which the woman merely nodded before turning to go inside.

Why had he said that? "I think so." Obi-Wan repeated sarcastically. That wasn't very reassuring!

But how could he promise something he wasn't sure of? The Force provided the bondmatch, but it never promised happiness.

Obi-Wan stepped up to the door and opened it. He lowered the mental shields he had kept raised ever since his stomach had started giving him problems, and reached out through the Force toward the young people who were just in the next room talking to Padmé's father.

What did he feel?

Resignment, nervousness obviously coming from Anakin, and a hint of…sadness.

Not happiness.

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Obi-Wan moved away from the bedroom window and sunk to the floor in a meditative posture. He relaxed his body, sent his abundance of emotions into the Force and slowly slipped into a deep trance.

Five hours later, Anakin came to Obi-Wan's room. First meal was ready and Obi-Wan was not answering his comlink. He worriedly knocked on his Master's door and when he didn't answer, opened it and called out to him.

Moving across the room, he found Obi-Wan in a meditative trance, kneeling on the floor in front of the window. He reached out along their training bond to discover that Obi-Wan was deep in meditation and had been that way for many hours.

He slowly withdrew his mental probe and walked over to take a seat on the bed, intending to wait upon his Master for as long as he needed to.

This worried him. Obi-Wan hadn't gone into this deep of a meditation for this long since Anakin had accidentally set fire to the main temple hangar when he was twelve years old.

In about thirty minutes, he felt a ripple in the Force and was aware of his Master submerging from his trance. When Obi-Wan turned to look at his apprentice, Anakin noted the haggard appearance of the Jedi, and that worried him even more.

"First meal is ready, Master." He stated, not taking his eyes off of the older man.

"Thank you, Anakin. We'll be leaving Naboo in approximately three hours."

"Yes, Master."

Anakin rose off of the bed as Obi-Wan moved to the bathroom to shower. When he reached the guest bedroom doorway and closed it behind him, he leaned heavily against it.

Something was wrong, and if he knew his Master -- which he did, Obi-Wan would not admit to anything.

He needed someone else's help.

Anakin chewed the inside of his lip as he considered the situation.

Yoda.

When they got back to Coruscant, he would go see Yoda. Master Yoda would know what to do.