"Master Kenobi."
The voice sounded vaguely like Master Windu's, but it seemed to be coming from far away.
Well, whomever the voice belonged to, he wished it would just go away, along with all of the people standing around staring at them.
Obi-Wan wasn't sure how much longer he could hold himself back. The tidal wave of desire that had been forming over the past three months, was now threatening to consume him. And now that his shields were down, the Force was pulling him with such strength toward her, he found he could no longer resist it. So instead of shocking the gathered crowd and ravaging her right then, he held firmly onto her waist with both hands, anchoring himself, mesmerized by the love and lust revealed in her eyes and along their bond.
"Master Kenobi." Mace Windu once more approached the couple, becoming increasingly concerned that the Jedi seemed unresponsive to his call.
Master Yoda tapped the darker Jedi on the leg and stepped around the young people, addressing the crowd.
"Thank you for coming, we do."
Apparently interpreting the ancient Jedi's statement correctly, the visitors immediately dispersed, leaving the two council members alone with the bonded pair.
"We can't just leave them like this. This room isn't even shielded." Mace said to Yoda as he glanced at Obi-Wan and Padmé who still stood transfixed in one another's arms.
"Only once in three-hundred years has this occurred. However, prepared, we are."
Yoda moved to the right side of the room and palmed a control located on the wall. The entire back side of the room opened, revealing a different room concealed behind it, complete with a large, luxurious bed, sitting area, wet bar, and bathing facilities. The stage on which Padmé and Obi-Wan stood started moving backward into the hidden room. Once it had completed its relocation, the wall came together once more, separating the pair from the grinning council members.
Glow lights illuminated the room with a soft white light, a nearby trickling fountain adding to the serene and romantic ambience. Obi-Wan and Padmé however, were oblivious to their surroundings, other than the fact that somehow, they were alone. They didn't know how that had occurred exactly, but found that they didn't really care.
Padmé's trembling hand came up to caress Obi-Wan's bearded face, a small shaking smile appearing.
"Are you nervous?" He asked before placing a kiss to her palm.
"No." She replied softly. "You know what I'm feeling."
There were so many emotions radiating between them that Obi-Wan had difficulty discerning which ones were his and which were hers, but he soon discovered a common thread. An overpowering need to complete their bond, accompanied by an equally strong wave of love.
How could this be possible? Since when did the Force reward such stupidity?
"Stubborn, not stupid." Padmé whispered, and Obi-Wan realized with awe that she had read his thoughts.
Definitely, stubborn. And because of his stubbornness for the past three months, not only had he suffered, but she had as well. How could he possibly ever make it up to her?
"Make love to me, Obi-Wan." She answered his unspoken question. "Stop thinking so much and make love to me."
He answered her request with a featherlight kiss across her lips, but the contact caused a spark that lit a fire along their growing bond, and heat radiated right to his groin.
Padmé responded to the flames, drawing his lower lip into her mouth, releasing it gently and then bringing her lips fully onto his, seeking out his tongue and caressing it with her own.
The groan that rumbled between them came from Obi-Wan this time, and he began to wonder if it was possible to climax from a kiss alone.
The words, 'Take me to the bed before I fall down' whispered along their bond and Obi-Wan was once more pleasantly surprised to discover they had already established telepathic speech – a rare ability for even the strongest of bondmatches.
Granting her wishes, he swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bed, stood up and admired her for just a moment.
Eyes filled with desire, face flushed, lips swollen slightly from his kisses, Obi-Wan was stunned that this beautiful creature lying before him was his.
No words spoken, Padmé lifted a hand, which he grasped and she gently pulled him down to the bed and into her arms.
There were at least a hundred buttons down the back of the white gown she wore, and Obi-Wan initially patiently began unfastening them. However, his patience soon ran thin and with a little assistance from the Force, they began popping off one by one.
Tugging anxiously at the material to expose her flesh, Obi-Wan dove down to nibble at her bare shoulder. Her soft plea slowed his movements. "Shh. We have all night."
He pulled her tightly into his embrace, inhaling the fragrance of her hair, the sweet smell only adding fuel to the fire burning in his belly.
"Force Padmé!" He growled in her ear. "I need you."
"I know." She answered back in a moan as his hands ran up and down the length of her back.
Determined to slow things down a bit, Padmé gently pushed on Obi-Wan's shoulders until he lay back on the bed, and then began the process of undressing him. Robe and outer tunic fell back onto the bed as well as the sash and stola he wore. Obi-Wan sat up to pull the inner tunic over his head and gasped as he felt Padmé's lips immediately upon his chest, alternating between kisses and soft bites. Another groan escaped him as she drew a dark nipple into her warm mouth.
Focusing his concentration as much as he could, his fingers released her hair from its jeweled adornment, allowing the long dark curls to flow freely through his fingertips. She leaned her head back to expose her neck, making the invitation clear. Obi-Wan accepted it readily, first running his cheek up along the line of her throat before following that line with kisses, moving up to her mouth, devouring her lips greedily, while his hands stripped the gown down to her waist.
Pulling back slightly, Obi-Wan gazed down to view the beauty that he had exposed, bringing both of his hands up to feel the velvety smooth contours, before pressing his chest to hers and urging her backward onto the bed.
Arching her back up off the bed, Padmé assisted Obi-Wan with the removal of the rest of her gown. He then removed his own boots and pants, tossing all their clothing toward the foot of the bed, before moving quickly back into her arms.
Her skin was soft no matter where he touched her, and he touched her - everywhere. Finding all the erogenous zones she wasn't even aware she had, with first his hands and then his mouth, causing her back to arch off of the bed involuntarily this time and cry his name out in passion.
However, it was soon Padmé's name echoing throughout the room as her mouth expertly moved upon him, bringing him pleasure that his most vivid fantasies about her had never even come close to.
Although Padmé had wanted them to take their time, the Force had other plans and was demanding their union. Obi-Wan heard its call and complied, bringing Padmé up to a sitting position astride him.
Eyes wide open and locked onto one another, they reached their climaxes together, crying out each other's names and announcing their love both verbally and mentally along their now fully formed bond.