Author: Because the idea hit me. Silly little plot bunny. Don't like slash? I do. Don't read if you're going to bitch at me afterwards. You have been warned.
Padme moved almost mechanically once she had returned to her apartment.
Had she really seen that?
Could it have been caused by the serious lack of sleep and no lack of stress? Because, if it had been real, it was simultaneously the most hot and most disturbing thing she had ever seen in her life.
She loved Anakin. Hell, she was married to him.
She liked Obi-Wan. He was a mentor, he was kind to her, he was funny, and he was wise.
But the two of them together...?
Padme sat down heavily on the couch and winced, the extra weight of the children she was carrying taking its toll on her body. She had been on her feet most of the day, after all. As she shifted to find the most comfortable position for herself, she replayed what she had thought she saw in her mind, once again.
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It had been a very, very long day. She had been known to frequent the Jedi Temple, checking up on all her favorite Jedi now and again. She needed to see Anakin, if just to make sure that he was alive, and in once piece. With the war going on, she was never sure if he would return to her whole. So she had made her way over to his quarters, and had knocked on his door. She opened it, just to check, and did not see him. That made her a little crestfallen, but she decided to look in on Obi-Wan, since he was the next best thing to Anakin; she could count on him to offer some comfort. And maybe Anakin would be with him; the two rarely seemed to separate now that Anakin was a Jedi knight; they seemed even closer than when they were Master and Padawan.
She knocked on Obi-Wan's door, and thought she heard a sound from within. She was more reluctant to enter the older Jedi's apartment; however, he had made it clear at some earlier point that she was to make herself home if she needed, and she defiantly needed to be away from where the politicians would think to look.
So, she had entered quietly.
And had exited quickly, and just as quietly.
Obi-Wan and Anakin had been close.
Far, far, too close.
Their bodies were pressed together, each seeming to mold to the other's contours, the separations between them almost impossible to distinguish. If there -was- any seperation between them. She highly doubted that.
Neither was wearing their full Jedi robes, so Padme could see where their hands were placed. One of Obi-Wan's was on the small of Anakin's back, as if pushing her husband closer to him, the other on the back of Anakin's head, fingers tangled in the hair she liked to play with. One of Anakin's had probably working on the clasp of Obi-Wan's belt, while the other had been slowly making its way down Obi-Wan's back.
They definitly had been kissing.
There was no doubt in Padme's mind about that.
She briefly wondered if she kissed Anakin later that day if he would still have the a taste of Obi-Wan lingering.
What! Anakin was kissing another man and was her husband and she was fine with it! No!
But what was she going to do about it? It's not like she hadn't needed release on those times when Anakin was gone for years leaving her alone...and her handmaidens were available...
So were they both bi? Or just opportunists?
But how long had Ani and Obi-Wan...? And had they...?
There were some questions, Padme decided, she didn't want an answer to.
So when Anakin came by later that evening, she acted as if everything was alright, that she was glad he was back, in once piece, and with her.
Padme decided that there indeed was a lingering taste of Obi-Wan in Anakin's mouth when she kissed him.
