Disclaimer: This story includes excerpts of the movie Star Wars. The characters and idea of Star Wars is property of George Lucas. I'm borrowing the characters as respectfully as possible, simply to entertain myself and anyone willing to read this fanfiction.
AN; I'm sure there is a number of people reading this that decided to not review until I gave up the second part of this late night conversation. Well, you wore me down guys! Actually I don't think I want to keep part two away from you, dear readers, as I'm pretty dam proud of how this entire conversation turned out. Some very good quality time for our beloved Padme and Obi-wan. The next chapter will be especially for the ones looking for some sapp and fluff! But don't worry, tomorrow is my exam, and I'll probably start writing tomorow evening. What can I say, I'm on a roll! X, Mu-san

Peace of Heart

A late night conversation part 2

"Perhaps…"

"What?" She couldn't keep the eagerness out of her voice.

He shifted in his chair again, placing his knees on either side of hers. Taking her hands inside his he looked her deep in the deep. She felt like he was looking into her soul again.

"Do you trust me?"

'Do I trust you?' She surprised herself by immediately answering his question. There was no doubt in her mind about it and that both excited and frightened her a little.

"Yes"

Again Obi-wan sat still for a moment, his eyes searching her face for something. Then he started a series of events that would forever change her way of thinking and seeing.

"Now listen carefully. I want to show you everything I mean, but it will take a lot of effort on your end. Please follow my every instruction without question or hesitation. That is, if you really want to know about the Force."

"I do, I do," she quickly responded.

He nodded. "Alright. Close your eyes."

A flash of uncertainty was squashed as quickly as it arose. She closed her eyes. For a moment all she could hear was the slightly raised beat of her heart and her breathing. And of course the feel of Obi-wan's hands. His voice drifted to her from the self imposed darkness.

"Relax. Take a few calming breaths. Imagine yourself standing in an empty room, completely dark."

The 'completely dark' part is easy with your eyes closed, she thought. With a few breaths her shoulders dropped a little and her arms lay heavy in her lap. She felt calm and centered.

"Good. Now imagine a door in the room. It's gray and locked."

A door entered her mind, looking exactly like the one to her bedroom back at Theed Palace. She felt one of Obi-wan's hand lift and leave hers. For a split second she wanted to open her eyes and look but his voice brought her back to the task at hand.

"I'm going to place my hand on you to make a better connection. When I do keep your focus on the door, I'll soon be there."

Before she even had the chance to try and figure out what his cryptic words meant or ask him for an explanation his hand touched the skin of her neck. His palm wrapped itself around her neck with the side of his hand resting on her clavicle. Instantly the warmth bloomed into her again, sending small shivers of pleasure down her spine. Only this time she could feel something more. A sliver of pure silver, sparkling like white fire, slowly but steadily ran up her neck and to the very center of her mind. The sliver connected with the door she had been 'watching' and the door exchanged its dull gray color for a soft shimmering silver, bathing in a faint blue light. It was pulsing softly, and to her amazement she could easily identify the feeling of it. Obi-wan.

"Now imagine yourself opening the door."

She never realized no sound was actually reaching her ears anymore. She willed herself to reach out and open the door. The moment she pushed the door open it vanished. For a second she felt herself rapidly falling but the feeling passed quickly. She was now standing on an island of bright light. Semi translucent waves flowed around her like a combination of mist, liquid gas and water. It calmly and gently streamed past her, its touch lighter then air. Casting her gaze a little further she could see all sorts of shapes with the same bright white color, creating a landscape of sorts.

"This is what the Force feels like to me."

Obi-wan's voice was soft but she could hear him clearly. He could have been on another planet and she still would have heard him. Turning around she saw him standing next to her, clad in his usual jedi robes. But they were glowing brightly, their white color intensified by their surroundings. Around his body soft tones of blue, green and gray flowed around him like a halo. His blue eyes now held small pinpricks of the purest light in them, captivating her more then ever. It took her several seconds of soaking up her surroundings when something dawned on her.

"I'm inside your mind?"

Her lips never moved, but Obi-wan nodded. His lips didn't move either, but his answer was crystal clear. "Yes"

"Wow," was all she could think of.

A small ripple of cerulean formed around Obi-wan and it spread out. When it reached Padme she felt joy and amusement. She realized it was his amusement she could feel. And that left only one logical conclusion to her.

"This…mist, these waves, that is the Force?"

Obi-wan nodded again. "The Force the way I see and feel it." He chuckled. "Well, sort of. I'm not completely sure you're seeing the same think I am. This is not something I've ever done this before, so…"

Padme was too much in awe to be bothered by the fact that Obi-wan was experimenting on her. He gestured to the waves at their feet.

"This is the Lightside of the Force."

He then lifted his arm and pointed at the horizon.

"And that…is the Darkside."

In the far distance Padme could see something she could only describe as an ominous storm. Dark colors obscured the far horizon. Swirls of dark red, brown and black fought of dominance, sporadically harshly illuminated by flashes of bright red lightning. The air even seemed more compact there, heavy. It also radiated a heat that, even though she was far way from it, felt oppressive and menacing. A shiver instantly crept up Padme's spine. She felt glad to be so far away from it, it gave her the creeps. Obi-wan stepped into her view and put his hand on her neck.

"Time to go back."

Wordlessly she consented and slowly all the lights dimmed. Obi-wan's face dissolved into the darkness and again she felt herself falling again. A familiar door entered her vision when the feeling stopped. It closed behind her and its silver color disappeared. She could feel Obi-wan's presence flow back to him, leaving her with only the warm feeling of his hand on her neck.

"Alright, the connection is over. You can open your eyes now."

Without opening her eyes Padme quickly raised her left hand and caught Obi-wan's hand on her neck. She wasn't ready to cut their connection just yet. Slowly she opened her eyes and found him looking directly at her. His eyes were exactly how she had seen them in her mind, of had it been his mind? The only thing that was missing were the little stars, the pinpricks of light. Now she realized them to be a manifestation of the Force, revealing the power residing in this jedi master. For a full minute they sat in their chairs looking each other in the eyes. Finally Padme broke the silence.

"Thank you."

Her voice was soft. She still felt a little over awed by the experience and speaking loudly would shatter the moment. To her delight Obi-wan responded in an equally soft tone.

"You're welcome."

But none of them moved. It was as if they were under a spell and could do nothing else but look at each other. Padme rapidly felt herself getting lost in his blue eyes. She could have sworn a magnetic force was slowly bringing their faces together and for split second she lowered her gaze to look at his lips. She wondered if his beard would tickle. With their mouths only an inch apart she let her eyes slowly close.

"Anakin," Obi-wan whispered.

In an instant the spell was broken and the tension that had been mounting between them burst like a soap bubble. Padme felt like someone had poured icy cold water down her back, immediately rousing her.

"What?" she exclaimed bewildered in a loud whisper.

Obi-wan looked like the name of his padawan had completely sobered him up as well. He was looking like a schoolboy with his hand caught in the cookie jar. She would have found it cute if she wasn't feeling so confused.

"Anakin. Anakin is coming up to the elevator."

She had never paid attention to the fact she hadn't seen Anakin anywhere this evening. Come to think of it, she hadn't really thought about anything except slapping some sense into Obi-wan right after her dream.

She was glad Anakin hadn't been here to witness their encounter. It wasn't her intention to rock Obi-wan's position as master. Certainly not after the conversation that had taken place that afternoon. Although Anakin's promise had been quite welcome she never intended to cause an argument between master and apprentice. She could even admit that, even though she wanted differently, Obi-wan had been right about their presence here.

"Perhaps it is best if you would retire for the night before he gets here, milady."

A large part of her but her obstinate asked Obi-wan why she should do so.

"Well, milady—"

And with this she could see a familiar twinkle of mischief in his blue eyes.

"—I'm not sure what my padawan would say if he saw you here standing in that lovely Janarian silk nightgown."

Without conscious thought she crossed her arms over her chest. Her nightgown didn't really reveal a lot of skin, but the thought of Anakin seeing her in it embarrassed her a little. When she saw Obi-wan attempting to hide a smirk she uncrossed her arms and placed them on her hips, adding a somewhat playful glare.

"You find this funny, jedi master Kenobi?"

It used to annoy him that she called him a jedi master, saying it made him feel old, but it didn't pack as much of a punch as it used to now he actually was a jedi master. She would have to find something else, she concluded. Obi-wan transformed his grin into that sexy smile she could only recently remember. But like so many years before it had its effects.

"No, I find it very charming, milady…"

She didn't miss the lowered tone of voice, or the honest compliment hidden in his playful answer. Her insides clenched for a second. Taking a breath she walked over to him, slowly letting her arms fall to her sides. She didn't stop in front of him but stepped further so she was standing along side of him. Padme bent over and softly exhaled through her nose, blowing her breath over his cheek like a soft caress. Then she deliberately made her voice sound as seductive as she could.

"Goodnight, master Kenobi…"

And with that she placed a feather light kiss on his cheek. She was surprised to find his beard didn't really prick of tickle as much as she thought it would. But her surprise was quickly swept away by the warm feeling she always got from Obi-wan penetrating her lips. It made the outer tips of her lips burn and the inside tingle. For a second she hovered over his cheek committing everything to memory. Then she remembered Anakin was due any second. Without waiting for his reaction she swiftly walked back to her bedroom. Not noticing R2 bleep and grumble in the corner she crawled into bed. Tantalizingly she traced the outside of her lips with her tongue. The tingle spread to her tongue and this time a different knot was tightening in her insides. Unconsciously she pressed her thighs a little closer together. She closed her eyes and let her imagination drift away. Soon the little voice in the back of her mind and in her heart were whispering synchronized with each other.

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Obi-wan didn't dare leave his chair. He closed his eyes.

'Breathe, Kenobi, breathe. A jedi shall not know lust…breathe…last game of sharla ball ended in 149 to 74 in favour of Zadane Uduk…This is like that time she sat on my lap and started to feel around my belt…breathe, breathe!…Master Yoda in his underwear…Oh yeah, that always does the trick.'

Why in blazes did I let Padme in again, he thought. And so close! He had thought his meditations had cured him of his attraction to the young Queen of Naboo. A small snort escaped him. Apparently those meditations were no match for the full-grown Senator of Naboo. Anakin had been right, she had grown more beautiful…

'And what possessed you do to something like thát, sharing a vision through the Force! You had no idea how that could turn out!'

Fact of the matter was Padme had just shared with him something he rarely shared. Qui-gon of course had known, and Obi-wan suspected Yoda did as well. Anakin has only had small glimpses, but never as much as Padme had experienced now. He shook his head lightly. Perhaps she wás impossible to resist. But what truly did surprise him was the ease with which the sharing had gone. The Force did not once raised any kind of objections…

"Good evening, master."

Abruptly shaken from his reverie Obi-wan looked up and saw Anakin standing in the doorway.

"She's asleep."

He was stating a fact rather than asking a question. Obi-wan figured he must have checked the surveillance videos before coming into the kitchen. Again his worries increased a fraction.

"Is that for me?"

Obi-wan followed his apprentice's finger to find him pointing at Padme's cup. Luckily it was empty. Quickly Obi-wan covered things up.

"Yes, yes it is. Here, let me get you some tea."

He jumped off his chair and collected the two cups. He poured tea in both of them, but handed his cup to Anakin who gratefully accepted. Around the other cup Padme's essence still lingered and he didn't want Anakin suspecting anything.

'Right, Kenobi, riiiiight…'

Slowly he sipped his new tea. Perhaps placing his lips exactly where she had only moments ago. Swiftly he raised and checked his mental barriers to keep the daydream from escaping. He sighed internally. He had been right before the night began. This was going to be a very long haul…

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