Thread: Queen Takes Knight  (PocketFullOfPosies)

She gave him goddamn shivers. Those shoes... those heels... Obi-Wan didn't look. He didn't look as in his face didn't turn, as in his head was still, remaining where it was, eyes forward to stare at whatever he could stare at to not lose his composure. He didn't look in that he kept his head straight, but a man could only do so much about his peripheral vision. He could only do so much about a sexual little minx sitting on his couch in heels that would fit right in at the skankiest of clubs. He could only do so much about an adorable youth flashing him those eyes, those hungry eyes, and about the way she girlishly played with her hair, making any man who looked feel like the worst of sinners. Deep breaths. One, and then a second. And then another to follow it. There was no other way to get through this. Blinking hard, if only Anakin wasn't lingering, he thought... It felt as if they were working together against him, to torture him, to drive him nuts, though in separate ways. Breathing, he knew the boy cared for her greatly, though not as he did. Not love. Love, yes, perhaps, but of a different sort. A young, naive sort. That was something they'd have to address sooner or later rather than to keep skirting around, but for now Obi-Wan could only acknowledge that briefly before his mind was pulled back to the issue at hand. The small issue. The petite, and adorably seductive issue. We'll meet here in the morning then, he managed, a forced calm to his voice. Very forced. I will see you both here by nine? That does not allow for very much sleep tonight, but Master Yoda does prefer promptness. Taking another breath, now that he'd started to talk again it was a little easier to regain himself, to concentrate on something other than her. His her. Truthfully he would have wanted us reporting in now, I am sure, were it not already so late. Another breath. He gave Anakin a look that was neither harsh nor relaxed, but commanding, one that the boy had come to learn meant there had been enough procrastinating. Giving a weak frown as his only response, Anakin knew better than to stall anymore. Giving Padm one more quick hug, for in the mind of a youth in love it had been ridiculously forever since their last, he smiled to her as he stepped back. Goodnight Padm, he spoke, letting go of her hand last. then, Goodnight Master, before he finally turned, stepping out the door. Goodnight Anakin, Obi-Wan replied, his tone already shifting from the uncomfortable forced-calm of a moment ago to something else. Would she feel it? Would she sense it coming, or did the little devil still think herself in control? The Jedi could feel it in his chest, throbbing, eager, that feeling he had learned to go so long without during their months apart. He looked to Padm from her side. He looked to her as she watched his Padawan apprentice leaving. He looked to her cheek, to her youthful face. He looked to the clothes that hid beneath something he could only imagine was equal parts filth and beauty, something he'd been gifted with a brief glimpse of already. He looked to her as one might stare at a painting, at a statue, admirably at first, then analytical at second. And when they were finally alone, when she began to turn to him any pleasure he might have felt in their privacy disappeared immediately. When she began to turn she would find nothing less than a hard, open palm cracking hard against the side of her face. How dare you, he exhaled hotly. Reaching out, the Jedi snatched at Padm's hair, taking a fistful to then twist her to the side and slightly up, the tips of her toes briefly all that touched the rug. His opposite hand came up then to strike her opposite cheek, holding nothing back in his frustration. Letting go, he shoved her head forward, anger painting his face. You little brat! he chastised, not too loud yet for Anakin couldn't be far, but that didn't save his tone from any degree of fury. Hushed, yet sharp. I have told you again and again Padm that we must be careful! And again, and again you push to see how far we can go without getting caught! His chest rising and falling with each rapid breath, Obi-Wan raised a palm to run through his hair. Looking down at her, he continued, I'm thrilled that you are here, but surprising me like that is risky! And what of someone else? What if another senator's spies saw you come here so early in the morning? Would you jeopardize us both?! ...And what is this 'senator' business?! What was he to do? How was he supposed to respond? He had enough on his hands dealing with one teenager all day. So much stress, so much burden he had to constantly shoulder... Obi-Wan moved to plop down on the couch where she and Anakin had just been sitting, sighing into his hands. Goddamnit Padm I love you, but I... ugh... I am thrilled to hear that you were chosen to be senator - thrilled - and it's still surreal to me, but I wish you wouldn't test the limits of what people would believe by coming here so late. And your actions in front of Anakin! He's not a kid anymore, no less than you! He's going to catch your actions one day, and how much he likes you is already enough of an issue! He wasn't going to get through to her, was he? No more than he did any other time he went on a tirade. ...though, much as he didn't like to admit it, she wouldn't be herself if she were more well behaved. She would still be his, but there was just something so youthful about her free spirit with things such as is that he adored. And as such was her role to play, his was of the older, more mature that had to clean up any messes while being careful bigger ones weren't created while he was dealing with the first. And part of him was constantly terrified she'd resent him for that one day. I love you, he spoke again, this one softer though, more calm. But instead of allowing himself to calm for long Obi-Wan stood. And I think you'll forgive me because of that, my Padm, for what is coming. Standing, he reached over to the bottle Anakin had brought, to a small towel sitting on the endtable beside it. I'll not have you dressed like that right now, whatever it is you are wearing beneath that. Like a whore. Did that word give her the same guilty shivers it did him? I am too worked up, too tired, and you will not be allowed to seduce me into a quick forgiveness. So take everything off. He tossed the cloth down at her feet. And when you've finished with that you can start cleaning that spot you caused from your joking. ...Old, am I? So old that Anakin thought it was funny and spilled on my rug. So old that you can disrespect my home? Taking another long, calming breath, Obi-Wan returned to his seat. I hear wine stains quick, and can be rather difficult to get out.