After a gruelling day of signing coalition agreements, authorizations and confirming transactions Padme' rested her head on her palms. Fatigue was taking over but she pushed it back, unwilling to allow it to affect her work. She still had a stack of files to sign and paw over but she was considering leaving them to go check on Obi-Wan, it had been 3 hours and she was worried.

However before she could get up and go to him there was a quiet knock on the door and Dorme' stepped through, carrying a tray with two glasses of Nabboian Wine.
"M'Lady, Jedi Knight Kenobi to see you." The handmaiden set the tray onto her desk and went over to the door, revealing a standing Obi-Wan.
"M'Lady" He bowed slightly, wincing as his movement pressed onto his wounds.
"Jedi Kenobi, please sit, you shouldn't be up!"

Slowly he followed her instructions, seating himself on an ornately carved wooden chair across from her. "Please M'Lady, its better that I keep busy."

Padme' smiled, looking at the glasses of wine set in the centre of the table…Dorme' thought she was so smart. Trying to set her and the Jedi across the table up, but he was a Jedi with his responsibilities and she had hers, it was preposterous! But it would seem odd to have drinks set up and not recognize their presence.
"Please, take a drink…and you know the Healers said at least two days bed rest!" She smiled as she took the goblet in her hands, the warm wine heating her tired hands.

"Well, I'll have plenty of rest when I'm dead. It's better to keep busy; me laying around in the mediBay will help no one!" The Jedi took the liquid to his lips, allowing a small amount tom trickle down his throat.
"Honestly Kenobi- you'll get me into trouble!"

"Please Obi-Wan…You didn't hold my guts in place while I lay around bleeding everywhere to call me by my last name M'Lady."
Padme' smiled, "Fine but its Padme', not M'Lady." They mirrored each others smile as she continued, "I mean it though, and you should be resting. I told the council you were fine. They wanted to send down Anakin as back up but I told them it was unnecessary, don't make me call them back!"
The joke sunk through the room without a laughter and the man's aqua marine eyes bored into her own, "I should have been more efficient, do forgive me M'l-Padme'. If you wish for a replacement I would not blame you." His voice was so deliberate and stare so intense Padme' felt as if it was burning through her. It was one of the reasons she respected him so much, she knew he took his responsibilities seriously. How failure was not acceptable to him, she knew that mind but also wanted to tell him he did the best he could: but he would never hear it."Obi-Wan, if I wanted a replacement I would have asked for one. You are doing a fine job…really." There was an uncomfortable silence where neither moved, just stared. Padme' wondered what the older man was thinking.

Inside his mind he was screaming, she was probably the only politician he would ever trust. She was renowned fort her dark looks, but there was more to her beauty. A sort of profundity he couldn't describe but understood. He had often said if he was to take a wife it would be someone like her. As he began reprimanding himself for such thoughts again he felt something through the force and on nothing but animal instinct pushed himself out of the chair with his legs, propelling through the air over her desk. As he came close to her he wrapped strong arms about her and allowed gravity to pull them down to ground level.

A failed shot hit into the wooden walls opposite the desk and as he lay on top of her Padme' could feel his heart beat twice normal speed. His breath broke on her lips and his weight crushed down on her slender frame; however she was oddly comfortable. After a few minutes of holding her down his eyes flowed over her skin to hers, the intensity was there but there was something new there. Something unknown and dangerous, something that stopped her from trying to move. Staring up into his handsome face she felt him move slowly closer, and her own head, as if drawn to his inched slightly up. Their lips brushed so unexpectedly that it sent a shiver down her spine and as they pulled away it was almost painful as they once again lay still staring into each other's eyes. An eternity passed in a few seconds and then Obi-Wan's eyes changed again, and in one fluid motion he leaped up, shaking slightly as of he had been hit in the gut and there was no air in his body.
"I…am…so sorry." He turned to leave, no attention given to the wounds across his gut but was halted by her quiet unconscious words.
"Don't leave." The Senator's mind raced, she had not meant to speak those words; they slipped out so naturally it was as if someone else had spoken them. Sliding up gently she too shook but proceeded toward him, each step taking all of her determination. The dark eyes took in the nervous form of her Jedi protector, finding knew meaning in the worn face, strong shoulders and dimpled chin which hung slightly open, on the edge of words.
"We. Can't." The Knight stammered, knowing what he wanted but knowing it was what he could not posses. Despite his words he took a step forward, "It would be wrong…" They were impossibly close now, merely inches apart, yet her body longed a closer proximity and shuddered slightly as a calloused hand ran across the side of her face. The hand then wound round to the back of her neck and gently drew her face to his. The kiss was hungrier than the first, as if taking a drink the lips knew it shouldn't but couldn't help but indulge in.
the kiss tore at her very soul and as he drew away once again she felt as if she would die.

Kenobi felt the cold air hit his warm lips and opened his eyes to find her face close to his, and then his stomach crunched. Mind screamed, what was he doing?
His body yearned to hold her, touch her, and kiss her. But his mind screamed how wrong he was, how he was defacing the code and insulting the woman before him simply by touching her. Torn between what he yearned for and what he believed in he forced his legs to turn and ran as fast as his injured would allow him, not looking back just ran. Concentrating all his efforts on speed, cause if he slowed for just a minute, allowed himself a backward glance he knew he would run to her. Embrace her and go against every oath he ever swore.