Padmé sends Obi-Wan a mental invitation. AoTC crack AU.

Obi...I need you.

The Jedi Master felt his ears perk up as the sound of Padmé's voice drifted to him through the force. Since they started a romantic relationship two years ago, they managed to set up clandestine meetings every once in a while. In time, their connection became strong enough that they could communicate telepathically.

It was obvious from the tone of her voice that she wanted him in her bedroom. That was out of the question though. Obi-Wan and Anakin had been sent by the Jedi council to watch over Padmé ever since the failed assassination attempt on her life on Coruscant.

She was a formidable woman as Obi-Wan was aware of, but her determination to stay on the city planet for the vote on the military creation act left him a bit frustrated. He knew she was headstrong and didn't allow herself to be dictated to, but staying on Coruscant was incredibly risky.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes for a moment and centered himself. The last thing he wanted was for his Padawan to sense his emotions. Anakin was already enamored of Padmé - a fact which irritated Obi-Wan to no end - but she was careful not to encourage the younger man or be too friendly towards him.

Anakin had been very outspoken and impulsive in his behavior around Padmé earlier today. Partly because he wanted to get her attention, but his efforts were ultimately in vain. She still saw him as the young boy she'd met on Tatooine years ago and had said as much. That remark seemed to embarrass him and Obi-Wan couldn't resist a little smirk that appeared on his face when he heard it.

Padmé's affections had long been engaged elsewhere, so Anakin was wasting his time. Sadly, the boy was far too impetuous for his own good, so he'd just have to learn that the hard way.

Obi, please...

The Jedi Master swore under his breath as he felt himself begin to harden. He glanced at Padmé's bedroom door and sent a wave of exasperation in her direction through their bond.

Darling, you must stop calling me. Please go to sleep. He made sure to mask the link so Anakin couldn't sense it. The last thing he needed was for the boy to realize what was going on.

But I can't sleep unless you come to me.

He knew exactly what she meant by that, but he wouldn't let her seduce him. Not this time. Nonsense. You and I both know it takes less than a minute for you to fall asleep, so just empty your mind and rest.

Hm, alright. I will try. After that, all he heard was the pacing footsteps of Anakin. He hummed quietly and let peace rush over him. Once he was certain that his erection had gone away, he opened his eyes. Just in the nick of time too because Anakin said something that he was glad he'd been able to hear.

"Being around Padmé again is...intoxicating."

He turned to stare at the young Jedi and knew he had to reply with great care. It made him uncomfortable to hear his Padawan say these things about Padmé. The fact that she was Obi-Wan's secret lover was the main reason.

Anakin wouldn't make a good match for Padmé even if he were allowed to have a relationship. He was too volatile, arrogant and he complained more times than Obi-Wan cared to remember. He was still going through that awkward teenager phase and had some growing up to do.

That was nothing to be ashamed about as it was the way of life, but as far as Padmé was concerned, Anakin needed to keep his eyes straight and his mouth shut. Obi-Wan wouldn't dare say such things aloud, but he'd be tactful in his manner. Anakin wasn't a great listener, but if you stressed a point often or hard enough, he'd know to be silent.

It was also important to add that he seemed to have a fixation on Padmé, which was extremely unhealthy for anyone to feel, but for a Jedi, it was also dangerous. It was odd how strongly he felt for her when he hadn't seen her in ten years.

"Mind your thoughts, Anakin. They betray you. You've made a commitment to the Jedi order...a commitment not easily broken...and don't forget she's a politician. They're not to be trusted." That had been on the harsh side, but Obi wanted to seem like he lumped her with every other politician.

His apprentice seemed to take offense to this and spoke to defend the young woman. "She's not like the others in the Senate, Master."

"It's been my experience that senators are only focused on pleasing those who fund their campaigns...and they are more than willing to forget the niceties of democracy to get those funds."

With a sigh, Anakin retorted, "Not another lecture, Master. Not on the economics of politics. It's too early in the morning..."

Again with the whining. Obi-Wan resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his Padawan's immaturity, but the boy had a point. Politics was something he didn't care for and the topic was always an exhausting one. "Perhaps you are right. Let's drop the subject."

Anakin nodded and sat on the couch.

I still can't sleep. Padmé's disembodied voice filled Obi-Wan's ears again, but this time she sounded urgent. Her breathing was heavy and she made little gasps while breathing.

That was odd. He couldn't sense any kind of distress or fear from her room. There was only desire. Oh. Obi felt a wave of arousal touch his mind as he was greeted with images of Padmé lying naked on her bed with her fingers in her womanhood.

He stifled a moan as he saw the scene in color. His lover was bucking her hips against her hand and whimpering softly. This show was meant to inspire him to come to her room.

You don't play fair.

Neither do you. If I can't get your cock inside me, then I'll have to improvise.

Obi-Wan stifled a groan as his erection grew again. Padmé, that is hardly fair. What do you expect me to do? It was a dumb question, but he couldn't stop himself from asking out of annoyance.

Come in here and fuck me.

Colorful swear words filled the Jedi Master's mind, but he didn't utter them with his mouth. He scrunched his brows together and thought. If he kept standing there, he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out before he made a mess of his tunic. Force knows he didn't need Anakin here for that.

That's when he got an idea. He moved over to the couch and touched his Padawan's shoulder to get his attention. "Anakin, why don't you go to Dex's and bring us a couple of sandwiches? You know you focus better on a full stomach."

The young man smiled and stood. "That's a good idea, Master. Dex does make great sandwiches and I am craving something salty. Would you like me to get the usual?"

"Ah, yes. And take your time. I highly doubt we'll have any trouble here while you're gone." Although, there was currently trouble in his pants.

"Alright. I'll be back as soon as possible." He turned to leave, but not before Obi-Wan called after him.

"Don't drive too fast!"

Anakin just gave him a cocky grin and continued walking until he exited the apartment.

"Thank force," Obi groaned and he hurried to Padmé's bed chambers. The door slid open and she sat up, smiling at him as continued to pump her fingers deep into her core.

"Well, it's about time you got here. I was almost afraid I'd have to take care of myself." She watched him as he came closer and the moonlight shone a blue hue on his clothes, making it obvious that he was hard. "Oh, Master Jedi, is that your lightsaber or are you just happy to see me?"

"You're going to pay for that," Obi uttered as he stalked to her bed and grabbed her shoulders to press a hot kiss on her lips.

Padmé shuddered in his grip. From the intensity of the kiss and the labored breathing he made against her skin, she knew she was in for some good loving. And it was about time.