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The plot bunnies are mine though

Every number stands alone. There will be five sets of ten prompts.

Some drabbles contain MATURE themes, so if you are not comfortable, do not read.

Background info that stays constant:

"He" refers to Obi-Wan and "She" is Sabé Maberrie.

Sabé was 18 years old to Padmé's 14 and to Obi-Wan's 25 during the phantom menace. During the TPM she is actually an inch taller than Padmé and must bind her chest. As the movies continue, she looks much like Padmé as she grows older, but Padmé eventually grows a half-inch taller than her. She, however, ends up having more curves than the senator, with flared hips and a larger bust (that of course distracts our favorite negotiator). She takes on the job as Chief of Security, but still goes on missions as Padmé's bodyguard and sometimes decoy (for they still look similar) and lives with her in Coruscant. On a random note- Sabé and Padmé's great, great grandfathers were twins and the two women sometimes refer to each other as cousins.

#11 – Book

She laughingly tells Padmé that there should be an instructional manual for seducing Jedi Masters.

#12 – Eye

He can only hope that his padawan didn't see the flaming blush (Jedi Masters should be above blushing, damnit) that warmed his face when Anakin asked where he had been the night before.

#13 – Never

Afterwards they lay tangled in his sheets, her body fitting into his like it was made to be there. His skin still tingles where her fingers, lips, and tongue traced the lines and planes of his body, giving special attention to his scars.

Her teeth nibble along his collarbone and he gasps as her hand dips past his waistband. He knew he should stop her, but her firm weight above him was too tantalizing. He had been the one to start this, and despite how much this broke the code, he could not bring himself to stop her. Her tongue flicks out ant tastes a diagonal scar on his chest and his hands on her hips grind her against him.

He can still feel every curve of her body that he touched, kissed, and stored away in his mind for later use.

He flips her onto her back and parts her legs with his knee. He kisses her fiercely, with all the desire that flamed when he saw her standing in the galley in that skimpy nightgown reaching for a cup above her head. The skin revealed in that motion snapped something in him, something he had been denying since he first saw this little handmaiden parading as a queen. Trailing kisses down her neck, he slides two fingers into her warmth, eliciting a sharp gasp and a husky moan to come from her swollen lips

They both knew that this foray of theirs was not within the constraints of their duties, but that had not stopped him from placing a hand on her waist and pressing his whole body flush with hers to grasp the cup she was reaching for. The spark that resulted from their contact was their downfall, and they found themselves tugging at the clothing separating them and stumbling down the hallway to his room.

He rocks himself into her with raging passion that seems unquenchable and her back arcs with pleasure as his pace increases. Shifting, he hooks her leg over his shoulder and he somehow manages to go deeper, filling her completely. She cries out his name as she tumbles over the edge of pleasure, and he follows a few erratic pumps of his hips later with a shout. Both lie there panting, feeling the aftershocks of their encounter tremble through them until he slides out of her. Laying down next to her, he pulls her back against his chest and burries his nose in her long brown hair.

Never had a decision he had made been so wrong; but he knows he'll never regret it.

#14 – Sing

The sad lullaby Sabé quietly sings over the two identical faces drifts over to where he stands watching her unseen. The song is haunting but beautiful, and he finds the first shard of peace he has felt since Mustafar.

He is not the only one to lose the bright shining faith that encompassed his life. She lost her queen, her lady, her sister. He lost his pupil, his comrade, his brother. Yet here she is, quietly piecing back together the broken fragments of her life.

She has suffered too much, he thinks to himself as she fiddles with one of the twin's blankets. But her loyalty still remains, clinging to the lives her lady brought into this world at the price of the young senator's life.

#15 – Sudden

His sudden departure from Naboo, while expected, still stung and left her feeling empty for days. But the holo-recording she received a week later lit a smile upon her face.

#16 – Stop

Everything is falling apart around him, but her hand reaches out to steady him and he feels like he may be able to make it through this.

#17 – Time

The years apart and the months sometimes spent with no word did little to deter their love.

#18 – Wash

The first time it rains on Tattooine, they both run outside the small hut and let the rain soak them through.

#19 – Torn

Never had his path as a Jedi been so hard to follow: his duty to the order and the universe or his duty to his heart and the love he felt for Sabé.

#20 – History

The scars littering both their bodies spoke of the story of their lives, one that was harsh and often unforgiving. But the warmth in their eyes as they gazed at one another told another, one full of hope and love.

The next ten will be up shortly. I appreciate constructive criticism along with any review.

The first ten reviewers get to pick a prompt for me to write for the fifth set of ten prompts.

Next ten prompts: fool, mad, child, now, shadow, goodbye, hide, fortune, safe, ghost.

Thanks!

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