Padmé has a pain in her neck and Obi-Wan offers to give her a massage. AoTC AU.
"Senator, are you going to keep trying to pretend that you're not in pain? I can sense your emotions in the force, they're so loud."
Padmé looked at the Jedi next to her, a little startled. "You can?"
Obi-Wan sent her a bemused smile. "Yes. The expletives were quite hard to ignore."
A red flush came up her neck and she fought to keep it from appearing on her face. The last thing she wanted was for him know that he had such an effect on her. "I'm sorry, Obi-Wan."
"It's alright. I've let out a curse or two in my time, though none as colorful as the ones you used." A hint of a smile was on his lips. He was teasing her!
"Well, this pain is worthy of a curse." She sighed and raised her hand to touch the back of her neck.
The Jedi Master watched her carefully. She could feel his eyes on her, but she refused to meet his probing gaze. It was bad enough that she had to hide out at Varykino until the identity of the person who hired her assassin was discovered, but being in Obi-Wan Kenobi's proximity was quite intoxicating.
When the Jedi council had assigned him to be Padmé's bodyguard, she felt her heart give a great leap. She'd never forgotten him since the last time they saw each other ten years ago. At the time, she'd been the Queen of Naboo and he'd been a Padawan learner to Master Qui-Gon Jinn.
Her handmaidens had giggled in private about how attractive the young Jedi was and Padmé couldn't disagree. However, she made sure not to betray her feelings too much on the matter. Although there were eleven years of age between them, Padmé developed a crush on Obi-Wan.
And how could she not? He was determined, loyal, friendly, charming in a modest way and good with his hands - and oh, she had noticed how strong and talented they were as he handled his lightsaber with efficiency. Deep down, the hidden, lustful part of her that she kept under tight control wondered what else he was good at with those nimble fingers. Even now, she still wondered.
"I could give you a massage...if you'd like. It would relieve the tension in your neck." Obi-Wan had spoken so softly that Padmé almost didn't hear what he said.
He must have heard those thoughts too. She pushed down the wave of embarrassment that threatened to take over her and met his steady daze with her own. "That would be a great comfort to me, thank you." Setting down the book she'd been reading, the woman turned until her back was resting against the arm of the couch.
As Obi-Wan approached, she thanked her lucky stars that she'd dressed in a thin sleeveless tunic so it wouldn't impede with a massage. He came to stand behind her and touched the back of her neck.
"You'll have to tell me exactly where you're hurting, senator."
That again. Padmé flared her nostrils and replied, "Please, if I am calling you by your first name, you must also call me Padmé."
"Very well, Padmé." Her name sounded heavenly on his lips.
Gathering all of her control, she said in a clear voice, "It's the middle of my neck. Nothing else really hurts but that spot."
He pushed his forefinger and middle finger onto her skin, causing her to let out a sharp groan. "There?"
"Yes. Ohhh..."
Obi-Wan began to deliver a delicious massage that had Padmé curling her toes. He switched between using his fingers and the back of his palm to probe and knead her neck. The pressure was a little on the painful side, but it wasn't uncomfortable. As a matter of fact, she felt her muscles ease as he rubbed her sore flesh.
She was unaware of how many minutes passed with his fingers kneading her neck. The more he worked on her, the more she enjoyed it and relaxed.
Perhaps he used the force to aid him with the massage. Padmé believed the force was real, but she had little idea of how it worked or the applications a person could use it for. If he could sense her emotions through it, she was certain he could use it to help rub the soreness out of her body.
His touch felt like little jolts of electricity running up and down her spine as he pushed his fingers into her. A moan slipped from her lips and she felt a shade of embarrassment. It hadn't been a light exclamation, but one extended in its breathiness. Honestly, she sounded like a woman who was being pleasured sexually. This thought bounced around in Padmé's head and she was certain her cheeks had a touch of pink in them.
If Obi-Wan had noticed this - and she was positive that he did - he didn't make it known. There had been a brief pause when she moaned and she hoped that happened because he was just concerned that he placed to much pressure on her neck.
"Am I pressing too hard?"
"No. That's wonderful." Padmé's eyelids fluttered and she suppressed a whimper, doing her best not to express herself too much.
Obi-Wan's fingers slide down to the nape of her neck and reached her shoulders. Padmé started to say that was unnecessary, but was surprised when she let out a grunt of pain. Her shoulders were hurting too?
"Sometimes the pain will resonate and make its way down your body, affecting areas you hadn't suspected to be tender. You must have been tense for some time to feel this much irritation." He mused as he continued to rub her skin.
"I suppose so. I-mmm, have been waking up in odd positions the past few days." Her eyes slid closed.
"You should have told me sooner." If that was his way of admonishing her, it sounded more like a gentle scolding.
She was feeling more comfortable than ever now and that knowledge made her confident in her reply. "Well, the next time I'm feeling sore, I promise to call for you," Padmé retorted flirtatiously and before she could stop herself, she placed her hand on his.
The massage stopped.
Her heart pounded hard and she got off the couch, coming to stand in front of him. Their eyes were locked onto each other and neither moved for a moment. Breathing heavily, Padmé brushed her thumb along his bottom lip and smoothed it against the apple of his cheek. These actions were quite marked so it'd be impossible to be misinterpret what she wanted.
There seemed to be a lot of emotions warring in those beautiful green eyes of his, but after some deliberation, Obi-Wan slid his arm around Padmé's waist and brought his lips to hers in a firm, passionate kiss.
She grasped his cloak and returned the kiss as animatedly as she could. This was really, really happening. The girlish part of her that had never completely left screamed. Oh, I've wanted this for so long!
"So have I," he murmured against her lips and and she smiled, running her fingers through his scalp.
Experimentally, she tugged the copperish locks and Obi-Wan moaned softly. Ah, he had a weak spot there. She'd have to explore this more thoroughly. A wicked grin spread on her lips and she pulled away, taking his hand in hers, leading them to her bedroom.
"I have a few more areas I need you to massage for me, Master Kenobi." Her words came out playfully.
His eyes darkened with pleasure and he squeezed her hand affectionately, stroking the inside of her palm with his forefinger. "Lead on, Senator Amidala." His words came out in a sultry purr that made Padmé's breath hitch and her womb tighten with need.
Hiding out on Varykino wouldn't be so bad after all.