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Day 5: Wide Awake

Obi-Wan absently ran a curl through his fingers as Padmé slept contently with her head on his chest. Her long, unhurried breaths matched the rise and fall of his upper torso – not exactly the same tempo they had shared last night. In the comfort of the soft and luxurious bed, he had taken his time, exploring her entirely appetizing anatomy with his probing eyes, agile hands and more than often, his sultry mouth…

As Obi-Wan's mouth enclosed around the inside of Padmé's elbow which was stretched loosely to her side, a soft gasp escaped her, while her other hand unsuccessfully wrestled against the firm clutch of his fingers wrapped securely around her wrist. The lucid, circling movement of his tongue on her receptive skin birthed tingles in her fingers.

Releasing her arm, Obi-Wan pulled back until his lips were even with Padmé's toes. Raising her leg, he slid his fingers around one foot as if it was made of paper-thin glass and delicately kissed the tip of each toe, one by one. Padmé closed her eyes at the warm pleasure. He then moved on to the next foot and repeated, this time soothingly massaging the gentle inward curve above her heel.

Padmé slipped her fingers into his hair when he slid higher, his hands gliding along the downy-soft skin of her legs and stomach. They walked dangerously slow along each of her arms until they reached the pounding pulse on her wrist. He lifted her hands above her head and pressed his mouth against the palms, then her fingertips.

Obi-Wan finally allowed Padmé the freedom she desired and let her loose. Her legs linked together around his waist and tightened, yanking and keeping him against her. Two small hands wandered freely over his shoulders and back as her lips made sweet contact with his. She moved her mouth from his and grazed it along his neck while her hands lowered to knead his rear.

He drowned his hands in her mass of silky hair and massaged her scalp before raising her mouth back up to meet his. Obi-Wan allowed Padmé to turn him over so he was now looking up at her luscious mouth. His hands cupped her hips and moved his thumbs in feather-light circles. A moan escaped her and her head dropped forward to rest on his shoulder. It was amazing how even while she was above him, Obi-Wan still managed to make all her resolutions to be the dominator for just a short while crumble and disappear. His hands lowered to skate over her thighs, urging her nearer as their breathing became ragged and choppy.

Padmé stirred and took in a long breath, her chest visibly rising and falling as she let it go. Obi-Wan's train of thought shifted from the night before to the beauty for a few minutes. Her breathing had returned to its previous state, as did his mind. He could still hear her crying out his name in a rush of fiery ecstasy, could still feel his wet lips against hers when he silenced her, only to call out her name seconds later when her hands found a new, responsive place to touch.

He brushed a knuckle against her cheek remembering the way Padmé had unabashedly confessed that she had had numerous daydreams about what it would be like to explore his body and be explored by him. Later she had also admitted that her musings had been put to shame.

Her skin was warming beneath Obi-Wan's finger and he sighed, finally acknowledging what he should have years ago. "I think I'm in love with you, Padmé Amidala."

Obidala

It had come as a soft whisper, and Padmé would have probably never caught it if her senses weren't constantly alert around him.

I think I'm in love with you, Padmé Amidala

One sentence and it took everything she had to keep from shooting up and making it known to him that she was awake, and had been for quite a while, pronouncing that it wasn't one sided. That she had fell in love with him before she realized it. Padmé had felt no sudden epiphany, no trumpets had sounded, no light shone from above – she had simply known.

But he was a Jedi.

She had kept her feelings to herself, never risking the possibility that he might find out. And now he loved her back. He thought. Padmé pretended to only wake now, stretching and breathing a telltale yawn from the sleepless night they had shared. She looked up at Obi-Wan and smiled lazily, doing her best to look, as one should after spending hours on end making beautiful love with Obi-Wan. "Hi."

"Hi." He grinned down at her.

"Sleep good?"

"No," he didn't bother trying to lie. He had been staring at her the entire night, frequently taking a peak beneath the sheets at her naked body, which had kept his mind on other, more desirable things than sleeping. "You?"

"For the most part." That part didn't exist. She yawned again and sat up, her legs now hanging over the side of the bed. The blanket fell to her waist and she felt two iron arms wrap around her midriff. Obi-Wan settled his chin on her shoulder and breathed in the scent – it was a mixture between the flowers, her, and him. It was intoxicating. He kissed her neck once released her, settling back on the pillow. She glanced at him over her shoulder, "You give up without a fight?"

"I need time to gain my strength and energy. When I do, you'll know."

She had no doubt about that as she rose to her feet and walked over to her closet. Padmé picked out a lightweight, baby blue dress that had a dipping back and revealing front. Obi-Wan would probably applaud her for the choice. She stopped at the dresser and grabbed a pair of white, sating panties and poked her head out the door. Holding her garments to her chest, she dashed out of the room when she was sure neither of the maids would suddenly appear around a corner. She ran on her tiptoes to the closest bathroom and shut the door behind her.

Obidala

Padmé, now dressed and looking as good as any other day – plus a certain glow she seemed to emit – with her hair still damp from her shower falling liberally over her shoulders and back, walked out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen. She pushed open the swinging door and stuck her head in. The blonde maid – whose name she discovered was Lillexia – had by the looks of it just finished preparing breakfast when she looked up.

"Good morning, M'lady," she greeted with a warm smile. "Would you like some breakfast? Or would you prefer to wait for Master Jedi?"

"He won't mind if I eat without him. I'm rather hungry, actually." Padmé responded coming to sit at the table. It was no surprise that her stomach was already growling after being awake for only an hour. Last night had been quite the workout.

"…You want to eat in here?" Lillexia sounded surprised, glancing around at the room – it wasn't exactly fit for a Senator.

She shrugged. "Well, the food is already in here, as well as the dishes and utensils. It seems like a lot less work than bringing everything into another room."

"As you wish, M'lady." She brought over the dishes and fruit and set everything out lavishly before her. She bowed and took her leave.

"Oh, Lillexia?"

"Yes?" She appeared in the doorway.

"I was just wondering if you possibly knew the date? My built-in calendar seems to have left me."

Her polite reply was, "It's the fifteenth, standard time."

The blood drained from her face as that realization settled in the pit of her stomach, dragging it down until it hit the stone floor at her feet. Padmé was no longer hungry.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yes," she was surprised at how steady her voice was. "Thank you."

Obidala

She was gone again. Obi-Wan sighed and thanked Lillexia – for what, he wasn't quite sure. Fortunately, he had a pretty good idea where Padmé would be and made his way down the back steps toward the second path. After what had seemed like an eternity, but what he was sure was only a matter of minutes, the trail ended and he was once again greeted with the sight of the clear, blue pool.

He immediately caught sight of Padmé, who was sitting on a low rock edge, her toes dipped in the water. Obi-Wan noticed the way she deliberately kept her eyes low when he walked over and sat down next to her. Quiet ensued.

The minutes ticked by as he watched her with pensive eyes. "Padmé?" he asked softly.

She didn't respond for a long time, then she took in a sharp intake of breath and replied, "Today would have been Cordé's birthday if she hadn't…"

Understanding dawned on Obi-Wan and he didn't think twice about wrapping one arm around her shoulders, drawing her close, and gently rubbing her bare arm with the other. "I'm sorry."

She buried her face in his tunic and exhaled unevenly. "I just can't help but feeling that…" Padmé trailed off, it was a while until she continued, her voice growing hoarse. "She never received a funeral, memorial service, nothing. It just doesn't seem right…she deserves more than what she got."

"Most people do," he quietly conceded. "But that doesn't mean that you can't remember her, honor her."

She lifted her face so her eyes could meet his. "I wouldn't know what to say."

He lifted a finger to run across her cheek, where a lone tear had escaped. "I could help."

Padmé gave a slight smile and whispered, "Thank you." She kissed him lightly, raising a hand to hold his neck.

Obidala

The sun cast deep orange and red fingers, reaching from the horizon as if desperate to take hold of heaven. Warm water splashed at their feet, the hem of Padmé's dress often floating helplessly on the surface. Obi-Wan stood slightly behind her, holding the sides of her waist in lean, strong hands.

The large mass of water stretched out before them, misguidedly resembling an ocean. She held a small number of colorful, individual flowers and one white bouquet before her.

Obi-Wan whispered, "To loyalty."

Padmé dropped a long-stemmed rose in the water.

"Laughter."

A baby blue one floated away.

"Honesty."

A violet flora was swept away by the gentle current.

"Passion and sacrifice."

Deep red in color, clean in scent, the flower disappeared quickly.

"Friendship."

A lone, vibrant orange bloom drifted into the deep water.

"To Cordé."

Padmé lightly threw the white bouquet far beyond her, and soon, just like Cordé, it was gone. Unchecked tears slid down her cheeks when she felt Obi-Wan move close behind her as one arm tightened around her waist and the other linked fingers with hers. He dropped his chin on her shoulder and whispered soothing words into her ear.

His hand was splayed wide across her abdomen when he felt something stir inside of her. Something physical. Something alive and growing.

Life.

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