Another mission completed, another bit of downtime granted to Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi and his apprentice, Anakin Skywalker.
Anakin, as always, wanted to go visit Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, out of Senate for the season and back on Naboo. Obi-Wan really should have curtailed the frequency of the boy's visits to the Chancellor. Not that Palpatine seemed bothered by them; he seemed charmed by the boy, as much as a jaded politician could be, and Anakin had always been whip-smart and precocious, enjoying the company of adults and conversing with them. Obi-Wan just didn't have the heart to keep Anakin away from the one pseudo-friend he seemed to have.
Obi-Wan should have stopped the visit, but instead he'd agreed, letting Anakin stay in their rooms on Naboo, while he visited a nearby planet, trying - half-heartedly - to entice Anakin to join him, speaking of the natural waterfalls that changed hues as they fell, the lush gardenscapes of the local resorts on-planet. Anakin, as was typical, had no interest in nature, and waved him off with a wrinkle of his nose and a joking "have fun, old man Kenobi." To which Obi-Wan had responded "That's Master Old Man Kenobi to you, my young Padawan!"
It was night now, and the ethereal light that constantly played off the cascading waters reflects off the walls of the hotel room. Leaning forward on the bed, he presses a kiss to the naked shoulder beside him.
"We're missing quite the show," he murmurs. "Again."
Thank goodness Anakin never accepted the invitation, or this little vacation would be proceeding quite differently. Padmé had welcomed the regular break from Senate meetings, the list of committees she was now seated on having grown immensely in the past few months, and it had been easy to disguise her visit to the resort planet as one for pure rest and relaxation after a stressful political season. Only Cordé knew the truth, her one confidant in her entire entourage, and the person who helped her keep these rendezvous from being noticed by the wrong people.
"Somehow, I can't quite bring myself to care," she returns softly, turning to face the man beside her with a contented sigh. She hasn't felt this relaxed and at peace in weeks, everything warm and soft -- just like his beard. Lifting a hand, she trails her fingers along those auburn whiskers that tickled her skin in the best way. "Do you?"
Anakin never has, and probably never will, accept Obi-Wan's invitations to whichever 'relaxing and rejuvenating spectacle' the Jedi Knight says he's visiting after a mission; unfortunately, Anakin still isn't very adept at picking up nuanced emotions through the Force. He might be able to feel Obi-Wan's surprise, but the disappointment at the sudden change in plans would be quickly hidden and never noticed by his apprentice.
Now, Obi-Wan's thoughts are focused on the woman laying beside him, his eyes drawn to hers. He gently catches her hand as she finishes stroking his beard, drawing it up to kiss her fingertips. "I can't imagine anything more beautiful than what I see right before me," he murmurs.
The way he looks at her never fails to take her breath away. She could be on the opposite side of the room, arguing about trade regulations and taxation rates, and all he'd have to do is glance her way to leave her heart fluttering. His honeyed words are nothing comparing to the power of his gaze, and yet she still delights in hearing them.
"You know, I have a dozen people a day remarking on my beauty for one reason or another, but it's only when you say it that it means anything." Those dozen people try to curry her favor for whatever bill or project they're working toward, while others flatter to get on the good side of a politician. Occasionally there's even the unexpected attempt at getting into her bed -- and there's a very good reason why he's the only one to succeed in that regard.
"I am honored that you hold the words of a humble Jedi in such high regards," he says seriously - and he means it, although there's also an undercurrent of affectionate teasing in his voice. His hand skims down her wrist and arm, before stopping at the bend of her elbow, fingers lightly caressing the crease and up her forearm. "My queen," he intones, using the private nickname he gave her shortly after they started this affair, over two years ago.
It's dangerous, what they're doing; it could irrevocably harm Padmé's political career, and get Obi-Wan expelled from the Order if their feelings for each other are learned. He understands the reasoning, because a Jedi isn't supposed to put any one person above the others, should have a clear head in both battle and politics...
But he can't help himself. Doesn't want to help himself, especially when they're together like this, sharing a quiet, intimate moment. He's in love with her, and it makes his days brighter, even when they're apart, just knowing that she's out there.
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Secret Rendezvous
Anakin, as always, wanted to go visit Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, out of Senate for the season and back on Naboo. Obi-Wan really should have curtailed the frequency of the boy's visits to the Chancellor. Not that Palpatine seemed bothered by them; he seemed charmed by the boy, as much as a jaded politician could be, and Anakin had always been whip-smart and precocious, enjoying the company of adults and conversing with them. Obi-Wan just didn't have the heart to keep Anakin away from the one pseudo-friend he seemed to have.
Obi-Wan should have stopped the visit, but instead he'd agreed, letting Anakin stay in their rooms on Naboo, while he visited a nearby planet, trying - half-heartedly - to entice Anakin to join him, speaking of the natural waterfalls that changed hues as they fell, the lush gardenscapes of the local resorts on-planet. Anakin, as was typical, had no interest in nature, and waved him off with a wrinkle of his nose and a joking "have fun, old man Kenobi." To which Obi-Wan had responded "That's Master Old Man Kenobi to you, my young Padawan!"
It was night now, and the ethereal light that constantly played off the cascading waters reflects off the walls of the hotel room. Leaning forward on the bed, he presses a kiss to the naked shoulder beside him.
"We're missing quite the show," he murmurs. "Again."
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"Somehow, I can't quite bring myself to care," she returns softly, turning to face the man beside her with a contented sigh. She hasn't felt this relaxed and at peace in weeks, everything warm and soft -- just like his beard. Lifting a hand, she trails her fingers along those auburn whiskers that tickled her skin in the best way. "Do you?"
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Now, Obi-Wan's thoughts are focused on the woman laying beside him, his eyes drawn to hers. He gently catches her hand as she finishes stroking his beard, drawing it up to kiss her fingertips. "I can't imagine anything more beautiful than what I see right before me," he murmurs.
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"You know, I have a dozen people a day remarking on my beauty for one reason or another, but it's only when you say it that it means anything." Those dozen people try to curry her favor for whatever bill or project they're working toward, while others flatter to get on the good side of a politician. Occasionally there's even the unexpected attempt at getting into her bed -- and there's a very good reason why he's the only one to succeed in that regard.
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It's dangerous, what they're doing; it could irrevocably harm Padmé's political career, and get Obi-Wan expelled from the Order if their feelings for each other are learned. He understands the reasoning, because a Jedi isn't supposed to put any one person above the others, should have a clear head in both battle and politics...
But he can't help himself. Doesn't want to help himself, especially when they're together like this, sharing a quiet, intimate moment. He's in love with her, and it makes his days brighter, even when they're apart, just knowing that she's out there.