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After the most intense orgasm of her life, Padme lay panting and utterly spent. "Where in the galaxy did you learn to do THAT?"

Obi-Wan coughed lightly. "Well, uh, I got quite a bit of practice in my younger years."

"But I thought that most Jedi were…"

"Celibate?" Obi-Wan chuckled. "Let me guess, you got that idea from Anakin?"

"Well, yes. He seemed to think he was the only one getting any."

"Ah, yes, the repressive, oppressive Jedi Order." Obi-Wan's voice was laced with irony. "That would have been Anakin's take on it." He turned to Padme and propped his head on his hand. "Attachments were forbidden, sex was not."

Padme cocked an eyebrow. "That seems rather shallow."

"It is shallow. Though, that fact didn't really occur to me until later in life. I came to realize that I was using those women."

Padme, finally having the strength to move, propped herself up on her elbow. "But they were using you, too."

"I know that. But it doesn't make it any less wrong. I was using those women strictly for physical gratification. As I got older, that thought became more and more repugnant to me. The Order always stressed that we were never to use others for selfish reasons. But when it came to romantic relationships, that was the only option available to us."

Padme just nodded her head. She didn't like the thought of Obi-Wan with other women…at all. "So you were…active while you were still a padawan?" When I first met you?

Obi-Wan didn't feel comfortable talking about this with Padme, but he wanted to be completely honest with her. "Yes, for the most part. I was always very discreet, and I never let my…encounters interfere with my duty. You have fewer cares and responsibilities as a padawan. It was a whole different scenario as a Knight."

"When did you decide to stop?" Padme didn't really know why she couldn't let this go, why she just HAD to know.

"It was when Anakin was still pretty young – my latter twenties, I guess. Not only did I no longer desire casual encounters, but I wanted to be a good example to Anakin."

Padme appreciated Obi-Wan's honesty, but almost wished she could go back to being ignorant about his sexual exploits. This knowledge somewhat tarnished the image of the pure, innocent – perfect – Obi-Wan that she had built up in her mind.

"Padme, please remember that I was a young man with hormones running rampant. As you've reminded me more than once, I may be a Jedi, but I'm still human."

Padme realized how very unfair she was being. Everyone does stupid, questionable things when they're young. She reached up and stroked his face. "I know." Padme smiled as she traced his lips. "You are human and you're not perfect."

"Perfect?" Obi-Wan flopped over onto his back. "I'm anything but."

Padme ran her fingers over the hairs on Obi-Wan's chest. "You may not be perfect, but I still say you are as close as a flawed human being can get to it."

Obi-Wan didn't like the somewhat exalted image Padme seemed to have of him. "No, I'm not…"

Padme silenced him with a kiss. She didn't feel like arguing with Obi-Wan's humility or his self-doubt. Nope, she had other things on her mind – like payback. Padme finally pulled away and looked Obi-Wan up and down. It was time to explore every single millimeter of this wonderful body spread out before her like a buffet. "It's your turn, now."

Obi-Wan grinned up at Padme. "That sounds like a threat."

"Oh, no, my love, it's a promise." Padme sat up fully. "Turn over."

Obi-Wan's eyebrow angled up in question. Still grinning, he kept an eye on Padme as he complied. He had the feeling he was in trouble…

Once Obi-Wan turned over, Padme looked him up and down again. My, my, what a nice butt he has! She crawled over him and pulled open the bottom drawer of her nightstand. She pulled out a bottle and grinned at Obi-Wan's curious stare. "You'll find out soon enough."

Padme then straddled Obi-Wan at his hips. She flipped open the top of the bottle and squeezed quite a bit onto his back.

"Geez, that's cold!"

"Not for long." Padme started rubbing the massaging oil all over his torso and his arms. She could feel it starting to warm under her hands.

"Mmmm. That's better."

Padme felt him relax underneath her. This was supposed to be exquisite torture for Obi-Wan, but she wasn't exactly unaffected by the feel of his body under hers. Focus, Padme, focus! She massaged every inch of his torso, his neck and his arms with unhurried, gentle movements.

Padme crawled off of Obi-Wan and squeezed some oil onto his right leg. She chuckled as he let out a sound of mild protest as the cold liquid hit his skin. She methodically massaged the oil into his well-muscled leg.

"Oh, Padme." Obi-Wan's muffled voice floated up to her. "If this is payback, all I can say is, I want more."

"Don't worry." Padme grinned wickedly. "You'll get more."

Padme moved on to treat his left leg. She still could hardly believe they were together like this – that she was actually giving Obi-Wan Kenobi an erotic massage! She thought back to the young padawan who had come to her rescue some thirteen years before. Then the very different looking Knight who had reemerged into her life ten years later. That Padme of three years before would NEVER have pictured herself here!

Obi-Wan, for his part, felt like he was floating on a cloud of pure bliss. Padme had absolutely magical hands! He didn't want this time with her to ever end. How in the galaxy did he end up here? What had he done to deserve this wonderful woman?

Padme now focused her attention on Obi-Wan's lovely bottom. She sighed inwardly. He really was a perfect physical specimen. Padme rolled her eyes. There I go with the word 'perfect' again! Oh, well. Was it really a bad thing that she so completely and utterly adored this man?

Now straddling Obi-Wan's thighs, Padme poured some oil into her hand. She then rubbed her hands together to warm up the oil before applying them to his well-rounded buttocks. The moan he let out was wonderful compensation for her efforts. Padme took her time with sensual, languorous movements that also encompassed his slender hips.

As Padme finally moved off of Obi-Wan, she noted with delight that his breathing had visibly increased. "It's your front side's turn now."

Obi-Wan stifled a moan as he turned himself over. Was he up for this? Padme was probably going to make the time he had taken with her look like a trip through hyperspace! As Obi-Wan settled onto on his back, he caught the wicked gleam in Padme's eyes. Oh yeah, I'm in trouble!

Obi-Wan sucked in his breath as Padme seated herself across his hips. This was definitely going to be a test of his endurance! His eyes locked onto hers as she put a couple drops of oil on his forehead, one on his nose, one on his chin and couple on each of his cheeks. His eyes slid shut as Padme used her thumbs to rub the oil into his face in small, circular motions.

Padme gently moved over the two moles on Obi-Wan's forehead. She marveled at how they did nothing to take away from the exquisiteness of his face. Her thumbs moved down over his perfectly straight nose, then around his mouth to his cleft chin. Padme's thumbs then swept out over his cheekbones, massaging the oil into the rest of his face. With a gentle smile, she traced the beauty mark high on his right cheek. How very appropriate that the Force would place that on this face.

The sound Obi-Wan let out when she poured a bunch of oil on his stomach made Padme laugh out loud.

"You are sadistic." Obi-Wan threw Padme a mock-glare.

"I know." Padme maintained eye contact with Obi-Wan as she massaged the oil into his stomach and then up his torso. She took ample amounts of time with the chest that had turned her on (literally) to the appeal of chest hair. Padme's thumbs playfully tweaked Obi-Wan's nipples into hardened nubs. As she continued to look into his eyes, she noticed that the blue irises had darkened a shade.

Having sparked Obi-Wan's arousal just enough, Padme moved on to his arms. Her hands played over his well-defined biceps, fingers deftly mapping out the contours. She slowly moved lower and lower, over his surprisingly slender wrists to his hands. Padme traced soothing circles on his palms and then worked her oiled fingers over each one of his.

As Padme moved off of him to massage his legs, Obi-Wan was in that fascinating place between relaxation and arousal. This was the most sensual experience of his life. It was almost a guilty pleasure, this sensation of having your body worshiped by another. Not that he was complaining, of course. He sighed at the feel of her hands moving down his left leg.

Very slowly, Padme then massaged her way up Obi-Wan's right leg. She paid particular attention to the soft skin of his inner-thigh. She could hear his breathing coming more rapidly as she moved further up his leg. Ah, revenge was sweet. Padme poured more oil into her hands, warmed it up, and started gentle, prodding movements at the juncture of Obi-Wan's legs. Her movements deliberately radiated inward toward his groin.

Closing his eyes, Obi-Wan tried to calm his breathing. He was way past the relaxation stage now and was fully entering arousal. He had the feeling, though, that Padme was only just beginning. A smile crept up his face. I guess I did bring this on myself.

Padme's oiled hand finally encircled Obi-Wan's already-hard member. She gave him a few excruciatingly slow strokes before moving on again. Her fingers teasingly crawled around his oiled belly button, his hip bones and up his sides. Padme then lay down on top of him and slid her way up his body until she was face to face with him. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Mmph," was the only response Obi-Wan's lust-addled brain could muster.

"Glad to hear that," Padme whispered into Obi-Wan's ear. She pulled his earlobe into her mouth and then ran her tongue along the outer edge. She did the same to his other ear before moving to his face. Padme started raining kisses all over Obi-Wan's features, leaving no spot untouched.

The functioning part of Obi-Wan's mind wondered if someone could expire from sensual overload. If so, Padme would be the death of him! Ah, but what a way to go! All thought fled as her tongue sought, and was granted, entrance to his mouth.

Her own arousal quickly growing, Padme had to will herself to concentrate on her task. She released Obi-Wan's mouth and moved down over his jaw to his neck. She licked, nipped and kissed her way down to his chest. While focusing her ministrations on his nipples, her hand slid its way down in between their bodies.

Obi-Wan gasped as Padme's hand took hold of his testicles and began to massage them. He was awash in a heady cross between pleasure and pain. Her hand moved again to encircle his penis. Obi-Wan's eyes rolled back into his head as her hand stroked his length. He couldn't hold in his groan as Padme's thumb lightly rubbed over the tip.

Padme could tell Obi-Wan was close to release, and thus removed her hand. She pulled up to gaze at his face. His eyes were glazed over and his expression was a cross between passion and frustration. Padme moved off of Obi-Wan and knelt at his side. She bent down to let her tongue explore the area around his belly button. But here she was all too aware of the organ that was practically screaming for her mouth's attention.

Moving her focus to Obi-Wan's left hand, she pulled the long digits one by one into her mouth. Sweat was now running down his forehead, wetting the hair at his temples. Yes, he definitely looked the part of the victim of exquisite torture. Padme moved down his inner-arm, placing soft kisses along the way.

Obi-Wan felt like he was about to explode. The massage had brought every nerve ending in his body to full awareness. The sensation of every touch and every kiss now was heightened. Oh, she was good at this! Obi-Wan arched up as Padme's hand again found his aching penis. She lightly raked a nail up the underside and over the tip. "Gah, Padme, please!"

That was what Padme had been waiting to hear. "Tell me what you want, Obi."

"Stop…," Obi-Wan panted, "torturing me!"

Padme moved over Obi-Wan and captured his mouth in a deep kiss. She then pushed up to peer into his smoldering eyes. "Tell me what you want."

Obi-Wan pulled Padme's head down so he could whisper in her ear.

The feel of Obi-Wan's hot breath in her ear made Padme shiver. Her eyes widened as his smooth voice softly spoke his desires. He topped off this hugely erotic moment by nibbling on her earlobe and then down her neck. Padme was amazed at how this man could easily turn her into puddle of goo. She held Obi-Wan's gaze as she slid down his torso. "Your wish is my command."