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Day 4: Delicious Memories
Obi-Wan leaned against the handrail as his eyes followed Padmé move through the multitude of brightly colored flora, occasionally bending down and burying her nose in the center of a flower, her shoulders rising visibly as she inhaled deeply. She picked a solid yellow flower and added it to her collection in a woven basket.
She lifted her head and met his eyes over the long distance and waved at him, blowing him a kiss. Obi-Wan found himself smiling as he lifted a lazy hand in return. The wind blew a few stray, strands of hair across her face, and she lightly pushed them away, moving on to find the next addition.
His gaze remained settled on her until she began making her way back to the large house and she disappeared through the door beneath the balcony. A few minutes later the aroma of freshly picked flowers reached his senses and he turned around, grinning at Padmé as she walked up to him. "You were staring at me again," she stated humorously.
Obi-Wan gently brushed a curl away from her face with a finger and placed it behind her ear. Without answering, he took a white, bowl shaped flower from the basket and tenderly slipped it behind the same ear, resting his hand in her hair a second longer than needed. He took the basket from her hands and dropped it on the stone floor, leaving an aching void that would soon be filled between them and grasped her waist in his hands, drawing her close. Raising one hand, he held her chin in a nearly indiscernible touch and lowered his mouth over hers.
Obi-Wan grazed her lips with his and felt her fingers grasp his biceps in a tantalizing clutch. Padmé leaned into him as he deepened the kiss, heat pulsing through his body into hers. His hands ran up her spine, nerves standing on end. They buried themselves in her hair and Padmé's grip tightened, greedily tugging him near. He pulled his mouth away and he trailed soft kisses down the strained neck she offered, over her burning collarbone.
A burst of white-hot hunger surged through her bones as she felt the feather light caresses slowly lower, bit by bit. Helpless to control her fever, she softly cried out his name through increasingly ragged breaths. Padmé caught Obi-Wan's face in her palms and dragged his mouth back up to fervently cover hers. She stood on her tiptoes, desperately trying to gain dominance over the influential man. Over an unclear amount of time, they fought over authority with roaming hands and heated whispers, until Padmé steered her lips to his ear and hissed seductively, "Follow me."
She tore herself from his lithe fingers and dashed from the room, leaving Obi-Wan disoriented from the massacre of delirium and the two innocent, yet at the same time suggestive words, her breath still tingling on his blazing skin. He halfway recovered and found his feet already running to catch up with her. He saw the hem of Padmé's dress fly around the corner and he took off in the same direction. Before long, they were outside, running in the same field of flowers that she had been in not too long before.
She threw a amused grin over her shoulder as Obi-Wan quickly gained on her. They both knew that he could have caught her and thrown her to the ground a while ago, but they also recognized that the chase was half the fun. In a few minutes Padmé had nearly reached the far edge of the field. In no time her destination would be visible, but no sooner had she realized that than she felt steel wrap around her waist and lift her into the air. She let out a playful scream and tried to break free from his siege as he lowered her to the bed of botany. "Obi-Wan," she smirked, "we're not there yet."
He dropped to his knees beside her waist and loomed over her. "My patience was running out," he growled as his mouth found an earlobe to ensnare with a pair of moist, eager lips.
"Oh…" was the only word that she could form, the rest were meek moans as Padmé's fingers wound around the edge of his tunic and unintentionally pulled it taut against his chest. She forced her mind to unfog and she firmly set her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back so his butt was on his heels. She sat up and undid his belt with lucid fingers, throwing it aside. Soon, his tunic was haphazardly discarded, and even though she wasn't entirely sure how, so was her dress along with his slacks and boots.
Padmé pushed him over with a strength she wasn't sure how she had acquired and straddled his waist. She lowered over him and grazed her teeth over his neck while Obi-Wan tantalizingly browsed over the backs of her thighs with his short fingernails, barley even touching her skin, but still leaving a trail of alerted nerves. Her mouth occupied his with such a fierce power that ten crescent moon-shaped indents were left on her legs. The searing tip of Padmé's tongue ran along his bottom lip, sending marvellous sensations rippling through the hollow of his mouth. Her teeth replaced her tongue as she gently bit down and tugged.
Obi-Wan vaguely wondered how something so diminutive could create such an amazingly aggravating commotion in his body. His thoughts seemed to melt away as he felt her leave traces of kisses over his shoulders and bare chest. He rose his hands to her bundle of hair and worked out the pin that held them up. Instantly a cascade of silk, brown curls surrounded and encased him. He ran his fingers through the river of lovelocks, basking in the euphoria of intoxication. He inhaled a knife-edged breath and released it slowly as Padmé's mouth paid special attention to his navel.
He became parched with desire, even as he drank in her alluring body and enthralling fragrance. Taking her by surprise, Obi-Wan flipped her over with an atomic power, one knee on each side of her waist. She looked up at him with wide and wondrous eyes that simultaneously held a hint of provocative desire and uneasiness. He slid his fingers around her wrists and held them above her head with one hand, while the other worked rhythmically and masterfully at unhooking her brassiere, all the while his eyes never leaving hers.
Padmé felt as if she was being held in a trance, as everything around her seemed to fall away, leaving only her and a beautiful man alone to do whatever they pleased with each other. She wondered for a split second if she might be embarrassed, but when her bra was tossed past her head and she noted the way Obi-Wan adoringly took all of her in with startlingly azure eyes she was thrown back into her catatonic stupor.
His hand meandered up and down her curves, followed by buoyant kisses and sharp nicks of teeth, creating the most diverse psychological verve. Padmé's knees bent upward and fell back down feebly, her body yearning to touch his but unable to due to the clasp of fingers around her wrists. She took in a choppy breath and let it out just as roughly. Obi-Wan's mouth now hovered over hers, tormentingly close. Padmé was about to wet her lips when he did it for her, his dexterous tongue defying the blockade of lips that instantaneously opened up to him in an unfaltering submission.
They kissed ferociously when he finally released her hands and began to slid her panties down her legs, while Padmé wasted no time doing the same for him.
Obidala
The sun had begun to set, casting an orange and pink glow over the skin of Padmé's bare back. She was laying on her stomach, with her cheek resting in the crook of her folded arms; a faint smile tinged her features. Obi-Wan was raised up on his elbow with his head in his palm, facing the sleeping woman. He plucked a baby blue flower with his free hand and ran the long thin pedals up and down her spine, along her shoulders and arms, then lowered them to trail the feminine curves of her smooth derrière and thighs.
"That tickles" came a sleepy mutter, accompanied with a light giggle.
He smiled tenderly at her even though her eyes were closed and replaced the flower with a finger. "Better?"
"It tickles more," she laughed and squirmed around. When that didn't deter him, Padmé turned over to lie on her back, hoping that he would stop. Instead, he simply picked up another flower, this one pink and wide, and trailed it up and down her body, beginning at her neck and stopping at her knees. She squealed, shoed the blossom away, but he only resorted to drawing circles around her bellybutton. Padmé sighed a resigning breath and turned her head to face the victor.
"Your beauty never ceases to amaze me, Padmé," he whispered.
"Oh, so now you're a poet?" she quirked an eyebrow.
"I don't understand women. We try to compliment them, and then we get mocked for it, so we stop complimenting them, and then we get yelled at."
"First of all, I'm not mocking you," Padmé argued. "And secondly, compliments don't need to be extravagant, simply flattering."
"Alright then. How's 'you are beautiful'?"
She scooted close to him until her mouth was brushing against his, "Perfect." She slid a hand around his neck and kissed him once, before he fell to his back, dragging Padmé with him. She braced one hand on each side of his head and smirked at him.
"You should see the view from here." He murmured.
"Somehow I get the feeling that you're not talking about the sky."
His hands closed around her hips and began massaging them with a touch so hypnotizing Padmé felt her limbs turn into mush. She allowed her elbows to give way and lay her head down on his broad shoulder while her fingers twirled around in his locks of hair. Her head rose just enough for her to plant a soft kiss on his shoulder as they basked in the comfortable silence that was only broken by their relaxed, quiet breaths.
"The maids are going start wondering where we are…" Padmé's words slurred together since her mouth was against Obi-Wan's skin.
He sighed. "I know. We should probably get dressed before they come looking for us and find us like this."
"You mean naked?" she drew her hands together under her chin and linked her fingers together, regarding him curiously.
"Strikingly so." He paused, and peered back at her. "Do you regret this, Padmé?"
"Not in the least. I regret not doing it sooner, or perhaps in something with a bit more cushioning," she said as she rubbed a sore spot on her back where a small rock had managed to hide itself until after they had made love numerous times. "Maybe like a bed."
The corners of his lips lifted in amusement. "You should have said something."
"I hadn't felt it until after…I suppose I was, well, distracted."
"Yes, I know. I was the one who achieved all the benefits of your absent-mindedness. You are quite the Drexl when making love." Comparing her to the extremely fierce animal gained him a playful punch in his gut. "Ow," he laughed, adding, "and after." She hit him again. Obi-Wan stifled a grunt and kissed her cheek. "Let's go back to the house now. We both need to shower and you could use a massage by the sounds of it."
"I won't protest." Padmé pushed herself to her feet and began dressing. She noticed Obi-Wan was still lying down, now with his hands leisurely folded behind his head. She stopped hooking her bra to look down on him. "Aren't you supposed to be doing something, Obi-Wan?"
"The view is even better like this."
"It's not to bad from here, either, but I'm eager to get that shower and massage so if you wouldn't mind hurrying it up a bit…"
"I'm eager to do a lot of this right now, but I'm managing to hold myself back. For now." He looked at her hungrily.
She finished snapping her bra and kicked his foot. "Get dressed."
"As you wish, M'lady." Obi-Wan grinned at her and jumped to his feet. "But if you think that my patience will last all night," he whispered haughtily in her ear, "you've got a thing or two coming your way."
She swallowed and watched motionless as he dressed.
