Disclaimer: Not mine. They belong to George Lucas, always have, always will.

Notes: Next part in my "Meeting Again" series: Follows Meeting Again,
Forbidden Dreams, and Dangerous Thoughts, which can be found at my O/P
homepage: Star Crossed Souls:

http://www.dreamwater.net/sydsvaughn/obiwan.html

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Obi-Wan sighed as he finally turned from the balcony view, feeling slightly
more at peace after a solid hour of meditating. Moving quietly, he stepped
into the long hall, walking quickly towards his room, stopping for a moment
outside Anakin's door.

Sending a quick mental probe towards his apprentice, he felt Anakin's mind
relaxed in sleep, although the darkness of his dreams was clearly obvious.
Sighing, trying to send a calming force towards his sleeping apprentice, he
finally gave up and made his way towards his room. As much as he would have
liked to help, these dreams were something only Anakin could resolve.

He only hoped his padawan could deal with that resolution.

His mind was so occupied with troubling thoughts of his apprentice, that he
barely heard the soft whimper as he passed Padme's door.

Senses immediately going on alert, he pushed open the door, using the Force
to sense out anything unusual in the room. When he found nothing out of the
ordinary, his gaze slowly turned to the figure lying in the bed.

Swallowing hard, he took note of her flowing hair, surrounding her face like
a waterfall as it rested against her creamy skin. The outline of her body was
obvious beneath the thin sheet, and he felt himself become slightly aroused
at the breathtaking sight.

Sighing, knowing he should not be observing her like this, he turned to go,
satisfied she was in no danger.

Her soft moan however caught him off guard.

Turning his gaze back to the bed, he immediately wondered if she was in pain
of some sort. Moving closer, he opened his senses to the Force, using it to
feel if she were in pain or hurt in any way.

The emotions that suddenly overwhelmed him nearly knocked him off his feet.

Padme was definitely not in pain. In fact, from everything she was
projecting, she was in the throes of an intensely pleasurable dream.

About him.

He felt his body tighten as he opened his eyes and let his gaze again linger
on her, noting only now that her face was flushed and her breathing erratic.
He swallowed hard as he watched her suddenly shift in her sleep, emitting
another soft moan as the covers twisted around her, molding themselves even
tighter to her obviously aroused body.

He knew it was completely and utterly wrong to be watching her like this, but
he could not pull his eyes away. They roamed from her flushed cheeks, over
the curve of her jaw down to the dip of her throat. Feeling his body harden
even more, he let his gaze linger on her chest, her breasts rising and
falling rapidly as she shifted again, obviously liking the friction the
movement the silken sheets made against her sensitive skin.

He could literally feel her pleasure swimming over him, unable to close the
link he'd unwittingly opened. It was the most incredible sensation he'd ever
felt and he was loath to give it up just yet.

He caught his breath as he suddenly saw her right hand slide down her hip,
her whimpers becoming more audible as that hand slid over her waist and came
to rest against the tops of her thighs on top of the sheets.

He wondered only that his body did not spontaneously combust at the erotic
sight.

He had to stifle his own moan of arousal as he watched her hand begin to pull
the material off her, obviously too hot underneath the sheets. He knew he
needed to leave now, knew she would be shocked if she awoke to find him
watching her.

But a power greater than he'd ever known and that he couldn't name kept him
rooted to the spot, his body tense and aching as the sheet fell to the side
and the shimmer of a deep blue nightgown was revealed to this eager eyes.

The silky material clung to every curve, the color only serving to emphasize
her creamy white skin. The material moved and flowed over her curves,
outlining the fullness of her breasts, slipping down over her firm stomach to
dip between her thighs, the material barely covering her to mid-thigh.

He couldn't hold back his small groan as he watched her delicate hand slide
under the satin material, her free hand moving to run lightly across the tips
of her breasts.

Gods help him but he found himself wanting to replace her hands with his as
he watched. It took every amount of control he could muster to stop himself
from acting on those thoughts. He could feel his desire pressing against his
thigh, the ache in his body nearly unbearable.

He wanted nothing more than to go to her, to give reality to the dream she
was so obviously immersed in. Wanted it more than he wanted his next breath.
He moaned softly as he shifted his stance, his hand immediately slipping down
to cup the bulge in his trousers.

He shuddered at the feel of his hand pressed against his flesh, his mind
immediately imagining it was her soft touch against him. The desire flowing
through his body was nearly too much as he pressed lightly, his eyes locked
on Padme's hand, doing similar things underneath the silky hem of her
nightgown.

This was so wrong, so forbidden, so dangerous, but he was powerless to stop,
because it felt so incredibly right.

He felt his heart stop at the sudden, intense wave of pleasure that slammed
into his body as Padme shifted and cried out, her ministrations obviously
complete.

"Obi-Wan!"

He groaned as he watched her body convulse, absorbing the waves of ecstasy
that swamped her system, and by turn his. With a quick stroke, he gained his
own release, allowing his pleasure to wash over them both, knowing that if
she felt anything, she would assume it part of her dream.

The pleasure seemed to last forever, both of them shuddering and shaking as
their bodies slowly floated back down to earth.

When Obi-Wan finally regained some semblance of time and place, his gaze
immediately turned tortured as he looked upon her spent body, saw the smile
of contentment on her beautiful face even though her eyes were still tightly
closed.

Dear Gods, what had they done?

What had he done?

Moving slowly, his body still weak and trembling, he turned towards the door,
determined to leave before she woke, knowing there was no way he could
explain what he had been doing there.

Knowing he would be tempted to do it in reality if she awoke while he was
still in this state.

Her small sigh of his name had him turning back towards the bed, fearful she
had indeed awoken. But to his relief, and deep inside, slight disappointment,
he found her eyes still closed, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

Everything in him was crying out for him to return to her side, to climb into
that bed with her and prove that dreams were no where near as good as
reality. He knew with one touch of her skin, he would never be able to let
her go until they had thoroughly satisfied each other again and again.

But he knew if he did that, there would be no going back. Once that line was
crossed, he knew he would not want to go back, no matter what that might mean
for the course of his life, his duty, or his padawan.

Anakin.

Worry and guilt swept over him as he sent a quick probe towards his
apprentice, relieved to find him deeply asleep, for the moment, the
nightmares seeming to be at bay. Thanking the Gods for small miracles, he
turned once more to gaze upon his sleeping beauty.

He knew he would never forget this night, knew that even though she would
only think of it as a dream, that it would live in his memory for the rest of
his years. His connection to this woman was undeniable and unwavering, no
matter what it might cost.

But he must keep his emotions, his desire, and as he realized at that moment,
his love for Senator Padme Amidala, a secret from everyone. He could not
afford the consequences of what might happen if he ever gave into the
emotions that so obviously erupted between them whenever they were together.

Sighing, he used the Force to slip the covers up over her body, knowing that
if he touched her, he would never leave the room. With one final look at the
woman he loved, he slipped out the door and into the hallway.

Ten minutes later found him lying in his suddenly cold and lonely bed,
visions of Padme, writhing beneath him, crying out his name, nails raking
down his back as he thrust deeper and deeper into her willing body, coloring
his every thought.

Knowing he needed sleep, he suddenly decided to stop fighting and let the
memories, and embellishments he'd added, take over his mind, sending him into
a fitful, desire filled sleep.

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