Chapter Two
The thing was, Padme finally decided in her alcohol-induced state, when you were drunk, things that normally appeared, well- just that- normal, were not really normal at all. And, she concluded, she probably would never think it normal ever again.
That thing was Obi-Wan Kenobi.
And he was hot.
Padme sighed in disgust.
"I want to go home," she grumbled, and Obi-Wan grinned at her.
Corde scowled at the Jedi. "Don't encourage her. You shouldn't even be here. Padme, are you feeling okay?"
"I'm fine," Padme swallowed with difficulty.
"I don't think you are, M'lady," Obi-Wan contradicted her gently, although he was also not quite fully sober. "Corde," he continued, sweeping the table in just one glance, "why don't you and… uh…" he trailed off, confused. He could never get the names straight. They all sounded the same; stars; they all looked the same, save Padme. The most beautiful of all of them.
"Dorme and Sabe," Dorme supplied helpfully, nodding to herself and the third handmaiden.
Obi-Wan bobbed his head, drawing in the information for further reference. "Why don't you head back," he proposed, "I can take care of her Highness tonight."
Corde's mouth dropped open. "Master Kenobi, are you actually suggesting that-"
"Corde," he soothed, "You have my word as a gentlemen that I will not act in any way inappropriately to her. In case you have forgotten, I am a Jedi, and my intentions are by no means anything other than honorable."
Corde still didn't look convinced, but Dorme quickly piped up, "That would be wonderful, Master Jedi. Thank you for your assistance." Obi-Wan nodded. "Come on, Corde, Sabe, let's go. We need to be ready for tomorrow." At the last minute, she hung back and whispered in Obi-Wan's ear, "You know she wants you, go for it," winked, and disappeared into the throng.
He stared back at her, shocked, until Padme pulled on the sleeve of his cloak. "Obi-Wan."
"Yes, M'lady?"
She gave him a reproving glance. "Relax."
He eyed her. "Do you dance?"
"I'm drunk."
"Not completely. And besides, I will probably embarrass myself as well."
Padme laughed. "In that case…"
OBIDALAOBIDALA
Padme wasn't quite sure how she ended up back in her bedroom with a Jedi Knight attached to her lips, but with the things he was doing with his hands and tongue, she really didn't mind all that much.
Her hands roamed his lean body, hastily pulling off robes and layers of tunic until he stood nearly naked before her. He, in turn, explored her curves thoroughly, his fingers trailing from her shoulders down, grazing her sides, to her hips, and finally coming to a stop on her thighs where they rested for a mere second before traveling back up and proceeding to pull down the zipper of her jacket and tug it off.
At her sharp intake of breath, he covered her mouth with his, caressing her lips with his tongue.
Various items of clothing fell in a steady stream to the floor; Padme ran her fingernails down Obi-Wan's back, lightly scratching. The Jedi couldn't suppress his groan, and unconsciously began plotting his revenge as Padme pushed him against a bare wall, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her hips rocked.
"Oh, stars, Padme…" he ground out and tore off her bra. His lips skirted across her collarbone. She cried out his name.
Obi-Wan carried her haphazardly to the large, king-size bed, where he commanded her to lie flat on her back.
Padme gazed at him with wide brown eyes as he slowly, meticulously, torturously dragged her skirt off, along with her shoes and remaining clothing. His staggeringly blue eyes proclaimed endless adoration; his hands displayed the same tenderness. His touch was like fire on her skin, burning hot.
Straddling her gently, he leaned over her and began dropping kisses from her neck down to her navel, where she squirmed underneath him.
"You, Master Jedi, are overdressed," she complained softly. And with a flick of her wrists, he was shed of the constricting boots and trousers…
OBIDALAOBIDALA
"Good morning, m'lady" was the first thing Padme heard when she woke up with sparkling blue eyes smiling at her.
"Mmm…" she snuggled closer, "Hello."
Obi-Wan relished the feel of her body heat under the blanket and ran his hand along the smooth curve of her spine with a smile.
Padme arched her back invitingly.
"Ahh… Padme…" he mumbled, kissing her long and slow. "My love."
"I like the sound of that," she teased, changing positions and moving down on the bed to brush her lips back and forth across his navel.
A knock. "M'lady? Are you awake?"
Padme cried out in surprise, poking her head above the blanket gingerly. She looked at Obi-Wan in horror, who, much to her surprise, was laughing silently, his shoulders shaking. The sight of his laughter sparked her own, and she could barely manage to snatch in a breath to say, "I'll be out when I'm ready, Corde."
THE END