A/N: Alrighty. So this chapter is all Obi/Wan Siri. I know people reading this fic may be looking for Ani/Padme fluff, but I think Obi-wan is presented as almost unfeeling in the movies. Like he has no vulnerabilities or desires. I'd like to give him a more human side, you know? Plus, could anyone really object to romantic Ewan Mcgregor? I mean, c'mon, the man is sexy! Girlish rant aside, lol. This chapter has lemon in it and when I say lemon, I mean lemon. Obi-wan/Siri need those. Don't like love scenes, don't read the second half of this chapter. Thanks to Venator88 for reviewing.

Chapter Eleven

Love Conquers All

It was so quiet around Siri Tachi that the only sound she noticed was the sound of her own breathing. It was very loud in the absence of everything else. But soon even that faded away.

Soon there was vast blue in her mind's eye that faded slowly into a deep purple and then eventually a black spotted with billions of stars.

The image of outer space was something that always calmed her.

Calm was something Siri had searched years for.

Siri was the fire. It was something that made her attractive to others. Her passion and strength were admirable qualities, but the fire in her did not discriminate.

It burned bright and it burned violently. And sometimes she was angry when she shouldn't be. She clashed with others when she should have accepted differences in opinion.

But over time and with age that fire burned a little less brightly. She still had the fire in her spirit, but it did not burn others anymore. She unleashed it only when she needed.

And recently it only seemed to burn with less zeal. Less anger.

It burned now only with love.

Whenever she slept in Obi-wan's arms.

Gods, he was so warm.

And not just in temperature. She smiled at the thought and it brought some less than appropriate images into her thoughts.

No, he had a warm disposition. When she relaxed into the force she saw golds and apricots. The amber overlay of the sunlight washing over a room.

She thought of the feeling of childhood. And not just the innocence. The security.

Obi-wan was safety. She felt watched over and protected when she was with him.

Not that she needed protection. Siri Tachi could fight her battles all by herself. Jedi needed to be able to be strong within themselves.

But the feeling that the entire world wasn't on her shoulders anymore. It was beautiful.

He was warm and somehow that didn't aggravate the fire in her spirit. It made the fire glow.

It satiated the hunger.

She felt a glimmer in the force. A small quiver. She opened her eyes and walked to her door.

When it opened Obi-wan was standing before her, his smile impish.

He walked in and she threw her arms around him.

"Where have you been? I missed you."

He smiled. "I was asking Senator Amidala what to do about the Council."

"She wants to help us."

Siri pulled away and looked doubtfully into Obi-wan's blue green eyes.

He touched her cheek. It was rosy suddenly and he smiled.

"I love making you do that."

She smiled, a smile so wide that it seemed it would reach her ears.

She closed her eyes and laughed softly.

"I love you." Obi-wan whispered.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her smile didn't seem as bright.

"I'm very worried about the council. What's going to happen to us, Obi-wan?"

"The force works in mysterious ways. We don't know our future. But I know whatever they decide we will still be together."

She pressed herself to him, her cheek resting on the folds of his tunic.

"I hope so."

He touched the crown of her head and then his hand slid slowly over her silky hair.

"I can't wait until you're my wife."

Her cheeks burned at the word and her heart hammered behind her ribs.

"I already am. I see you as my husband. I don't need to recite any vows to feel that."

He smiled and laid his cheek over her head.

They stayed that way for a few moments, holding each other. There was nothing but peace and serenity.

Siri shifted in his arms and looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded.

His nose brushed hers softly and then their mouths met.

A kiss that didn't build its passion slowly, but one that was deep and feverish from the very start. His tongue pressed against the center of her lips and they opened, a kiss in every meaning of the word.

She felt every nerve ending in her body sing with pleasure and the feeling rose up inside her until she moaned against his mouth.

He pressed himself to her more tightly and echoed her, his own moan tingling against her lips. She was drinking in his breath.

He pulled away and she looked slightly pained for a second like she needed his kiss to stay alive. Like everything depended on it.

He smiled gently and brushed her hair away from her neck. He feathered kisses down her cheek, over her jaw-line, and then down her neck. And then she felt his lips part over the junction of her collarbones. He pressed his mouth against her skin, opening and closing and re-opening as if he was kissing her on the lips.

She dug her fingers into his copper hair and whimpered.

"Obi-wan." She whispered. And she felt the ache. The need to be part of him.

They undressed each other clumsily and landed on her bed with a bounce.

She laughed.

He was quiet, his eyes locked with hers.

She ran her hand across the small of his back and over his shoulder blade.

"I love you." She said breathlessly.

He cupped her face in his hands and lowered his lips onto hers.

Her legs rose up, opening for him.

There were a few moments where all they did was kiss insistently and then he was pushing himself inside her as gently as he could.

She arched against him and gasped.

And then he was moving inside her slowly and she was panting.

His words were little more than a pleasured exhale, a feverish whisper.

"I love you."

She almost couldn't speak, dizzy and overcome.

"I…I love you too."

And she felt in the moment and away from it at the same time. Transcending time and space and feeling nothing but the heat inside her and the racing of her heart.

And then she felt the ache build and build until she cried out, the sound of her orgasm sharp in an almost otherwise quiet room.

He fisted the linens and rocked his hips into hers for a minute and then he groaned with a sort of blissful anguish.

She traced lazy lines over his back. Her eyes were still shut and she smiled.

He turned on his side and pulled her with him, a soft and slow kiss in the afterglow.

They were quiet as they got dressed, stealing glances at each other now and then.

"I invited Padmé over for dinner with us. I hope you don't mind, love. I just thought…"

"She needed a friend. It's fine." Siri smiled roguishly.

"I just hope you know that being in the presence of two women isn't always pleasant."

He smiled back at her. "What?"

"We might talk about clothes and such. You know, boring women things."

"A Jedi talking about clothes. I thought possession was forbidden." He quipped.

"So is attachment."

They both laughed.

He was serious suddenly.

"I don't know if she'd talk about such trivial things right now."

"I remember when we all thought you were dead." Siri said sadly.

"I know how Padmé feels." She said.

"I don't wish that on my worst enemy. That feeling."

Obi-wan curled his fingers around hers.

"I'll always be with you." He said softly.

"What if I die? Or you die?"

"I think and maybe this is a ridiculous notion but hear me out. I think love doesn't know death. I think love conquers everything. Even distance and loss."

She smiled. "I'd like to believe that."

"Do you?"

"I don't know. I'm afraid to believe that. I feel that as soon as I believe I'll be proven wrong. I'll lose you."

"You'll never lose me. If I die you'll feel me in the force. I know you will.

She buried her face in his chest. "But it isn't enough."

She started crying quietly.

"Shhhh." He soothed.

"You shouldn't worry things about things that haven't happened."

"Padmé doesn't deserve this."

"You shouldn't live your life expecting to get things you deserve. You'll be disappointed."

"I did get one thing I deserved." She said almost childishly.

He smiled. "Yes, you did."

And in that moment Siri believed that love conquered all. Maybe this would be the only moment she believed that. Maybe she would never believe it again. Maybe she would lose Obi-wan. Or maybe he would lose her.

But in that moment she believed.

Love overcame everything.

Even distance and loss.