Mace Windu answered his private line cautiously, why the blasts a Padawan was calling him at this hour was unknown to him but he hoped, for Anakin's sake, it was important.

"Master Windu" Across the line Anakin shook with joy, all his plans were coming together.
Mace rubbed his eyes tiredly and murmured into the phone, "Yes Anakin?"
The younger man tried to keep his voice serious and dignified. "I have some…terrible…news. Master Kenobi has broken his vows…" His tongue ran across his lips, as if trying to taste his brilliant plans. "-He has become involved with Senator Amidala." Silence from the other side…and then a deep voice cracked and said quietly, "This is a serious accusation…what you say is not only unlikely but also extremely sensitive. I suggest Anakin that you take a moment to consider what it is you say!"

Anakin suppressed a snigger, he had known they would try and take their beloved Kenobi's side but the proof he held was undeniable.
Composing himself he tried to sound as shocked and saddened as the council master. "Indeed, I wish there was some doubt but…I was checking the security cameras and found this…" Anakin pressed a few buttons and forwarded the incriminating video to Mace. Anakin couldn't make out any dialogue, but he heard the gasp from the other side and then a hasty replay.
"Anakin…do not pursue this, I do not want you to under any circumstances confront Master Kenobi…survey his and Senator Amidala's actions discreetly…I shall take action. May the force be with you." The connection closed and Anakin punched the air in glee.

It would not long before his Master would be seen for what he was. And then they would appreciate him! Oh, 'Little Ani' as they called him would be a hero. All he had to do was bide his time…but till then he could have his own fun. If she'd take Obi-Wan than she would damn well take him!

Padme smiled, she was wearing a plain dress and her hair hung loosely about her shoulders, she knew Obi-Wan liked it when she dressed casually. The taller man worked hard ona piece of fruit, squeezing it against the board until it's tender juices ran out of the edges. Then he collected them in two glasses after working his way through half a dozen fruits, triumphantly returned to the patio bearing the fruit of his labours.
"Padme…" Planting the drink down he felt her bring his hand to her lips and brush them over his hand. It coaxed a grin from him as he set his own down and sat next to her on the bench.

"I've made a decision." Kenobi's brow furrowed, he hated bringing up the Jedi when he was around her, it bought unwanted pangs of guilt, and at such a beautiful moment in time he didn't want to spoil it…but she had to know.

"…I am going to go to the council and pledge my case, I will request special permission to marry you."
Padme's breath hitched and she turned fully to him now, "What?"
Obi-wan blinked and in a second composed his thoughts. "I cannot be like this with you, you deserve more. With permission from the council we can make this honest, if you wanted to that is." The stunning eyes dropped to the pillows they sat on, he waited with bated breath for her response: he wanted nothing more than to marry her but he was unsure if she felt the same.

"Of course, but what will they do? Is it not against the code for a Jedi to become…attached?"

"Yes but, Master Yoda has been wanting to 'Modernise' the code for some while now, especially concerning the union between a man and woman as the population of force sensitive persons is on the decrease. Now I would compel them to use myself as I had a spotless record, and you as you're a very moral and goodly person, as an almost 'test'." He cringed at the word, his love was more than a test but then again the Order was more than a job.

"I see, despite how you tease us politicians it would seem the order is more political than you'd like to think!"

"Ha, I suppose, well Padme Naberrie Amidala, marry me?" His eyes lightened slightly as he looked at her and the love she saw there made the decision for her.

"Yes"