A/N: This chapter holds a warning for suggestiveness. Nothing graphic, but be warned : )

Chapter Thirty-Four – Completion.

This was not how Padmé Naberrie Amidala had pictured her wedding.

She had pictured it in Theed with all her friends and family, with her parents to bear witness, with Sola and Sabé to hold her train, with her nieces Ryoo and Pooja to throw flowers. Not alone in a remote lodge in the lake country with only two droids as witnesses.

One thing, however, was perfect: the groom. She had pictured herself marrying the man of her dreams, and when she looked up at her new husband, she knew that she had.

In that sense, Padmé Naberrie Amidala Skywalker was content.

This was exactly how Sabé Naberrie had pictured her wedding.

She had pictured only one thing: contentment for herself and her husband. She looked at Obi-Wan and he at her as Yoda blessed their union. She could never have dreamed that this would happen, but she was filled with gratitude. The Force had seen fit to bring them together and she could not be happier.

In every sense, Sabé Kenobi was entirely content.

Obi-Wan glanced back at Yoda and blinked. Standing behind him he thought he'd seen…

No, that was impossible. But Sabé had seen it too and said as much as they rode back to Padmé's now empty apartment.

"He was watching over you," she said. "It makes sense, you were like a son to him."

"I was. He told me to follow my heart." He smiled. "And I did. Eventually."

"Yes. It only took you ten years," Sabé teased.

Back at the apartment they sat down to a simple meal together and talked. "You know we're going to have to be incredibly careful, don't you?" Obi-Wan commented as they ate. "You can't tell anyone."

"Don't worry, I'm not going to. The only thing is…"

"What?"

"Saché will know."

"What do you mean?"

"She'll just know. She has a way of reading people, especially her close friends. She knows me very well."

Obi-Wan nodded. "Well I take it that if she was a handmaiden she's trustworthy?"

"Absolutely." She paused to take a bite and then said, "Oh shavit."

"What?" Obi-Wan looked up. "Is there something wrong with the food?"

"No, I just remembered that I'm going to owe Saché ten credits now. She bet that we would marry someday and…I'm going to have to jump in the fountain too."

Obi-Wan laughed and Sabé explained the conversation she'd had with Saché whilst training Queen Jamillia's handmaidens.

"By the way, Master Windu suspects nothing," she said, changing the subject afterwards.

"How can you tell?"

"You could see it in his face and mannerisms. When he talked about keeping an eye on the Senate his posture was very insecure, as if he's wary of the goings on there. When he looked up at us entering the room together he was relaxed."

Obi-Wan slanted one eyebrow. Sabé noticed and clarified. "You told me he was the greatest Jedi, second to Yoda, yes?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"Well then I assumed that if he suspected anything we'd be in trouble, so I checked."

"How?"

"My love, you're talking to someone who has spent the majority of their adult life watching the galaxy from underneath a hood. You learn to notice things like that."

"I hadn't thought of it that way."

She smiled and took his hand. "When are we to follow to Naboo?"

"I spoke to Anakin before he left and just told him to wait for me. So you can take however many days you need to sort the Senator's affairs. If truth be told I think he could do with a rest. I'm not sure how I'd react to having my arm cut off. He seems to be holding up well."

"I'm just glad that the bacta did the trick for your wounds."

"And yours. If Dooku had hurt you more I don't know what I would have done."

"You would have stayed in control. That's why you're allowed to love me, isn't it?"

Obi-Wan gave her an affectionate look. "Yes. You're right as usual."

"Thank you…" after a playful smile she added, "…Ben."

He looked puzzled. "Ben? Who's Ben?"

"You are." He appeared to be utterly confused by that, so she explained further. "When I was talking about you to Saché I gave you another name in case I was overheard."

He chuckled. "Oh, I see. Why Ben?"

"Why not?" she replied brightly.

Obi-Wan shook his head, still smiling. "I do love you, Sabé."

"And I you. More than I could ever say." She squeezed his hand. "Now, I think we should retire to bed, it's getting late."

He nodded and they made their way to Sabé's room. Obi-Wan draped his robe over a chair and Sabé closed the blinds, shutting out most of the city's light. Then they turned to one another. Obi-Wan held out his hand and she took it, stepping forward into his waiting embrace. Then she took a step back and looked deeply into his eyes. Slowly and without embarrassment, she shed her dress. Obi-Wan raised a loving hand to her cheek before removing his tunic.

Later when they lay together, skin against skin, it felt like the most natural thing in the galaxy. Sabé didn't know where her shyness had gone, but she didn't care. She and Obi-Wan were truly one now. They had lain together and now they rested together, arms entwined, and slept.

A/N: If anyone has a problem with Yoda playing priest, sorry. It was just something I'd never seen him do before in a story. And it fit, what with his encouragement and stuff