Thread: Queen Takes Knight  (PocketFullOfPosies)

Check indeed. Padm...? It was whispered, very soft, barely escaping Obi-Wan's lips. So shocked, so sudden came this that he knew not how to respond. His body language, his face, and, when he would speak, his speech belied the Jedi's usual exterior of knowledge and control. Anakin! Your manners. Beyond gorgeous... Manners? But Master, this is Padm! he exclaimed, his smile still a mile wide despite the chastisement. It took everything Obi-Wan had to gather himself in a moment's time. First he stood up straight, no more slouch tired as he was, this wasn't the time. Second he let his padawan's informal greeting slide. They were in his private room right now, there was no one around for which standing on ceremony was necessary he had gotten so used to the act, with her, that by now it came too naturally. Third, he fought to quell any thoughts of attraction, for should a blush appear up high Anakin was quick and would wonder, and should anything rise below the insatiable little brat would find time to tease him about it for hours - and not only with her words. And finally he processed, quickly as he could, what she had said. ...Senator? Are you joking? Obi-Wan laughed confusedly. And what happened to Queen, Your Highness? Aren't... He paused, thinking a moment. Shouldn't you be on Naboo? Isn't the reelection supposed to be soon? Master, do not be so quick to send her away! Anakin said with a laugh, still hugging the young woman. She has come all this way to see us! Obi-Wan smiled. Then the smile softened, a bit embarrassed. Inhaling a deep, slow breath, hands clasped together at his front, he found those deep sienna eyes and in that moment... felt home. She has, hasn't she? His heart beat steadily. Then we are indeed blessed. Another moment. Obi-Wan couldn't help the soft smile edging his lips. A Jedi is never too tired for a guest, especially not one whom has travelled so far. Anakin, pick us out a nice wine. Those were the words that released the young man's arms from around Padm, his eyes flashing with perhaps even more excitement at Obi-Wan. Master? Yes, yes, you can have some. I suppose can't take you across galaxies, teach you to use a lightsaber and then- ONE glass! he called out as Anakin quickly rounded a corner for the kitchen. And then it's straight to bed! The moment he was gone - the moment - the Jedi's steps moved quietly across the carpeted floor to his guest. To a woman who was much more. He had all of two seconds before the eagerness of a young teenager would be allowed his first sip of alcohol. Obi-Wan's left hand slipped into Padm's right. He gave her a squeeze, firm and telling, as he leaned in, eyes lulling, an exhale of warm breath coming against her lips. He didn't kiss her. Stopping an inch short, instead, he whispered, You have been missed. His thumb traced the soft inside of her palm. He had to let go when he heard Anakin coming back, however just before his student returned, just after releasing her had, the skillful man gave a quick pinch to that lovely little derriere. More so her hip, maybe, but it was close enough to count. When Anakin got back to the room Obi-Wan was already halfway to meeting him, taking the bottle for inspection as the youth set up the glasses.