Ayame and Obi-Wan gazed into each other's eyes. The Council had given them permission to be married, much to their surprise and happiness. Alone in Ayame's room, a feeling came over both of them. Obi-Wan stood away from Ayame to really get a good look at her. Her pale face seemed to glow with the happiness from inside. Her dark hair shone as it framed her face. Even under her robes, tunic, and pants that were standard of the Order, her muscular but womanly frame stood out. She sat in one hip and fixed a smile upon her pink lips. As he looked at her, she gazed at him. His slightly tan skin had a warm glow on it. She knew that under his robes and uniform, there was a toned body from years of training and fighting. A slow grin graced his lips as he continued to gaze. His icy blue eyes looked her up and down as her hazel ones did the same. When they met and realized what the other was doing, they laughed out loud. Ayame walked over to Obi-Wan and wrapped her arms around his neck, her smile mischievious.
"Wouldn't you rather feel what you were going to marry?" she asked coyly. Obi-Wan smirked and passionately kissed her. She responded with equal passion. Slowly and surely, they ended up on Ayame's bed. Ayame looked upon her fiancé with happiness and longing. Obi-Wan's hand eventually found the clasp on her belt and undid it, his eyes never leaving hers. Slowly, he reached under her shirt and caressed the skin underneath it. Ayame shuddered as a wave of passion washed over her. She kissed him hungrily as she undid his belt and felt the muscle and skin that was under it. He moved to her neck and started kissing all over. When he hit the sensitive spot, Ayame gave an involuntary moan. Obi-Wan smiled and paid more attention to that little spot. The more he nipped at it, the more Ayame moaned. Blindly, she reached over to the table by her bed and found the button that would sound-proof the room, a button usually reserved for when she meditated or slept. Obi-Wan noticed what she was doing and looked at her.
"What was that?" he asked, a little breathless.
"Now we won't be disturbed," she replied, breathless herself. He smiled and kissed her deeply. Ayame kissed back as passionately as she could. It was a good thing that the room had no windows, since the two were absolutely glowing with the Force. They could feel it too, their powers melding together. Mixed in was a good bit of passion for each other. Ayame could feel herself wanting him, her heart overcoming her head. Obi-Wan felt the same. He could feel his heart screaming for her, to make her his forever. As his hand roved down her side and down her leg, the voice of her heart and his grew louder. Suddenly, their heads came out loud and clear and they both stopped with a gasp. Slowly, Obi-Wan rolled off of Ayame and the both of them straightened themselves out. They sat there for a few minutes in an awkward silence. Then, Obi-Wan spoke up.
"Ayame..." he began, but Ayame cut him off with a gentle kiss.
"Don't worry about it. We both couldn't help it. Besides, we're allowed to have a little fun aren't we?" she asked with a smile. He smiled back and caressed her cheek with his hand.
"Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?" he asked. All Ayame could do was smile. She got up and checked the progress of their trip. They were little under halfway to Naboo. She then climbed into bed and patted the space next to her. Obi-Wan took his boots off and climbed in next to her. She laid down and snuggled close to him. As they fell asleep, they thought only of each other and the coming challenge. No matter what, they promised themselves, we're going to get through this together.
