If ice water had been poured over him, Obi-Wan wouldn't have been more surprised. He surfaces through need and lust with a small gasp, reaching down and stilling Padmé's hands.

"We can't," he murmurs to her, keeping his touch light but unmoving. "I must leave soon, and it will be all the harder if we continue now."

He would like nothing more than to find solace, but he can't imagine this ending well, for either of them.