AUTHOR'S WARNING: Rating goes up to M for this chapter only. Please read responsibly. ; )
Chapter Twenty-One
Padmé's previous boldness was swept away in a shocking wave of realization of what she was about to do. The action itself was worrisome enough.
As Obi-Wan adjusted the shower's settings, he turned cautiously toward the young woman and drew Padmé into a comforting embrace. Five years her senior did not matter as much as did his sexual experience. He assumed he had much more than her. In fact, Obi-Wan had had several partners. But he understood that this particular encounter would be radically different. It was destined by the Force, and it would change his life.
Because of the bond.
It had happened circumstantially, but not without a secret desire for it to happen. Perhaps a longer courtship would have been preferred, but the Force apparently had other plans. He had always and would always put his trust in the Force. It guided him and had led him through many difficult situations in the past.
However, Padmé's sensitivities to this particular situation were acute. The Knight could feel her nervous anticipation along their link, assuming it was because of the fact that the act would seal both of their fates.
This first encounter would only be a step in a process that would strengthen their fledgling bond, establish what had already been created. Much more attention would need to be paid for the bond to stabilize; during which time they would have to remain in close proximity to one another.
He didn't have a problem with that, now that Anakin was free from the dark influence that had crippled him, and now that Master Yoda had intervened. He would simply have to put his faith in the Force that everything would work out.
Now, if he could only convince Padmé of that.
Long, soothing caresses were placed down the length of her back over the thin garment the healer's had dressed her in. Underneath the thin material, he could feel a slight tremble and knew it was not from a chill. Steam from the active shower unit was filling up the small space and the air was quickly becoming heavy with humidity.
Nuzzling down into her hair, Obi-Wan caressed her cheek with his own.
"I know this is a bit intimidating." He began, pulling her close. "It's okay to be nervous about the bond."
Padmé's head turned toward him then. She was so close he could see himself in her eyes.
"It's not the bond I'm afraid of." She explained before her expression turned to worry.
Obi-Wan gazed at her, slightly startled by the hesitation he felt coming from her. Was she changing her mind? Did she want it removed? "Then what is it? Tell me." He gently implored, kissing the tip of her nose.
A shy smile turned up the corners of her mouth.
"Obi-Wan, I've never….I don't…" She stammered, a charming blush coloring her face. "I'm a virgin." She finally blurted out.
The young man's eyebrows shot up before he could stop them. "Oh." He muttered in reply, mentally kicking himself for not only doing, but saying the wrong thing.
That would explain her emotions, he thought, but it also set a determination that he would take great care with her – not that he wasn't going to anyway, but the fact that he was going to be her first, and Force willing, her last lover, was actually, a bit overwhelming.
"I'm honored." He admitted, pressing his forehead onto hers and smiling, absorbing the waves of relief, acceptance, and desire that began building up along the link connecting them.
Padmé must have been feeling it too, for Obi-Wan sighed in relief as her thin, elegant fingers slipped inside his tunic and caressed along the musculature of his chest, playing in the fine coppery hairs there.
Her hand slipped further inside and Obi-Wan's eyes slid shut in anticipation, shuddering and swallowing a groan as her fingers brushed up against his nipple, sparking a fire of passion that shot straight to his groin.
Using every ounce of his training, Obi-Wan fought against the urge to tear the clothes off both of them, allowing her the time and the opportunity to explore.
And explore she did. With hands that deftly removed his tunics and in a maddening light touch, reverently brushed over the entirety of his chest, shoulders, and arms.
Opening his eyes revealed a gaze before him that smoldered with the passion he too was experiencing, now with only the slightest trace of nervousness. He took advantage of her newfound courage to pull the light blue medical smock over her head, remove the rest of his clothing, and usher them underneath the hot spray of the shower.
Padmé tilted her head back to allow the water to rinse away much of the dust, while Obi-Wan called for the cleanser to his hand. Working his fingers through her scalp and along the long dark tresses of her mane, Padmé moaned at the sensuous massage. She had never noticed before how having one's hair washed could feel so good.
She returned the favor by scrubbing her fingers through Obi-Wan's reddish-blonde spikes, smiling as he squeezed his eyes closed when the soap cleared his face.
The entire time, each one was highly aware of the points their bodies had touched; each brush of a nipple, thigh against a thigh, toes that touched, and pelvises that bumped together; all creating a scorching of passionate flame in its wake.
Building confidence by the undeniable firmness now pressing against her belly, and relishing in the fact that she was the cause of it, Padmé reached behind Obi-Wan to fill her hands with the foaming body cleanser and a cloth, and proceeded to wash the knight's back and shoulders, hesitating only slightly when she reached his buttocks. Then, she moved to his neck, chest, and finally groin where a delicate grip was placed around an impressive erection, eliciting a responsive moan from above her. Padmé smiled at the desire radiating between them along their link and then swallowed hard.
It barely fit in her hand, and it was supposed to fit inside her?
Anticipating and sensing Padmé's hesitation, Obi-Wan took up the task of cleaning her body, doing so with determined and concentrated strokes of cloth along flesh, followed by suckles of lips and tongue, bringing each erect nipple into his mouth. Placing his hands firmly on her hips, he transmitted his desire along their bond and received a blushing nod in reply.
Going to his knees, the knight turned his focus on washing Padmé's legs and feet before turning his attention fully to her center, drawing the sudsy cloth between her legs, and then allowing the water to pool in his hand in order to rinse the soap away.
Dropping the nubby fabric to the shower floor, his hand took its place as he pressed his face firmly against her flat stomach, wiping away the water that streamed across his face with his free hand.
The heat of the water was nowhere near to the heat against his hand as he continued his most intimate explorations, while Padmé arched against the shower wall, her small hands gripping the sides of his head.
Placing a firm kiss to her belly, Obi-Wan rose in order to kiss her mouth, but was turned and pressed aggressively against the wall, his own plundered instead.
He moaned into her mouth as small fingers once more clamped around his erection; this time much more confident; stroking, caressing, ecstasy.
"Gods, Obi-Wan, you're driving me crazy." He heard her mumble under the spray and chuckled at the frustration leaking across to him. "What are you waiting for?" She asked before once again plunging her tongue deep into his mouth, brushing her hands behind his erection to toy with the delicate skin there.
Obi-Wan hissed and promptly removed her hands, holding her arms up and out to her sides, turning her to face the wall and pressing himself firmly up against her.
"I just want to make sure you're ready." He purred into her ear. "It's going to hurt a little."
"I don't care." He heard Padmé murmur as she arched back against him, freeing her constricted breasts for his touch.
"Use the bond." Obi-Wan suggested as he bent his knees and positioned himself. "Share the pain with me."
"Yessss." Was Padmé's somewhat unintelligible reply as she felt Obi-Wan slowly enter her body, meeting a slight resistance which gave way with a gasp from the woman he held against him.
Pain flared across the bond, but momentarily faded, replaced by a hunger that drove Padmé to rock back against him. He answered her unspoken plea and began thrusting in a slow but steady rhythm.
A mixture of love, lust, and possessiveness passed back and forth between them as they continued moving under the stream of water that was slowly losing its warmth. But the cooling water did not lessen the heat of the bodies that moved together at a quickening pace.
Frustrated by the tight space and needing to feel more of her touch, Obi-Wan urged her silently to lift her legs, and with an application of the Force, the young woman locked both feet behind Obi-Wan's legs where he could lean into her. With one hand against the wall for support, the other around her waist, and Padmé holding onto his neck, Obi-Wan maximized his position and efforts, driving into her with short, powerful thrusts. His rhythm faltered only when he had climbed to the precipice and stood at its edge. However, before falling over it, he reached out along the bond to take Padmé with him.
He came with a shout; a sweet duet to her higher-pitched cry -- both of them shaking as they came down from the peak, sliding slowly to the shower floor, still joined together physically, as well as mentally; their relatively new bond now formed completely and permanently.