Thread: Queen Takes Knight  (PocketFullOfPosies)

She would not break him so easily. He knew his Padm. He knew her devious little mind, her dirty little thoughts. As he said the words Obi-Wan knew she would turn the order to remove her whorish attire into an opportunity to striptease - and even if she didn't, even without any added effort, the revelation of a female's skin by itself sent shivers through the spine. Knowing this, his face was turned away before Padm could even be rid of her cloak. What were the ingredients in that wonderful wine? Blackberry juice. Filtered water from... how would you pronounce that planet? He had to squint to even see the small lettering on the label. Even this he found impossible to concentrate on! ...Was Obi-Wan really reading the wine? His eyes shut. A hand came up, fingers folded into themselves, fist coming to rest against his lips and chin. He had hit her. He hadn't seen her in so long, loved her, missed her, thought about her every day, craved her every night... he had hit her twice after being away for so long. And she wasn't mad he could see her playful gyrations from the corner of an eye. This was all part of their game, he knew, everything from the attitude he was showing now to her clothes to... to everything. But right now he couldn't help but want to be rid of this nonsense for just a few minutes. And then she straddled his lap, pressing her thoroughly bared body against him. That did him in. The finger affectionately stroking his light beard. The warmth of her breath. The pouty, guilt-inducing voice that questioned whether or not he actually missed her. Obi-Wan cracked in that moment. Fuck his anger one arm rose up around the bared skin of her upper back, hugging firmer the body which already fitted itself so close to his form. His other hand left his chin to spread its fingers, trailing around Padm's face, nails tracing a stained cheek, reaching to dig themselves in that softest of brunette hair. I'm sorry, he whispered, voice shaky. I'm sorry, Padm... don't... don't be mad at me, for this... Guiding her head closer, Obi-Wan leaned forward, eyes still shut. He met her halfway, nuzzling his bearded cheek against her forehead. I missed you terribly. I love you. You will always be my Queen. I promise, I promise... Could they drop their game just for a moment? The time away seemed to get longer and longer with each tearful departure. Did their reunions always have to be like this, a power struggle? I love you, again he whispered. I've dreamt of holding you like this forever... I could go without this ever ending... His fingers slipped out of her hair to instead stroke against them, soft, caressing the strands. His other arm drifted down to her lower back. His face fell to kiss at her jaw. You mean everything to me, my Padm. Her hair was so soft. And what was that perfume? Please... p-please, stay here with me tonight. We'll be up early, before Anakin, but I want you in my bed... my arms... Obi-Wan took a deep breath. Oh, to end such a moment... He hated himself for it already, the thought. He could accept that though. What he worried about, instead, was similar, and always a constant. You make me do these things, my love... you do. She was so soft, so warm. The taboo of even touching her hadn't worn off years later, the simple, intimate contact sending shivers through him still. I know I must be this way so you can afford not to. I just... I just hope you do not come to detest me for it some day. The hand at her back ran around her smooth, feminine side to her waist. Not for real. To her front, palm resting against her belly. You mean so much to me. And then the moment was over. The game was back on. The hand at Padm Amidala's hair jerked her head backward. The other, at her abdomen, aided in shoving her away, shoving her off the couch and to the floor. Would she notice his own wince as he did so? It didn't matter. Obi-Wan's eyes opened to look upon her young teenage form as he stood, towering over her. You are going to clean that before it stains like I told you to, his voice having sharply regained every degree of strength, and you are going to do it now! And if you insist on dressing like such a galactic ho then we will simply have to put you on the corner where you can be one! She was in check. Her turn. How would she move? Aagh! A grunt of frustration. Brows furrowed, Obi-Wan waved a dismissive hand at her before turning and walking off toward the bath.