I'll Find You

By Christina kenobijedione@yahoo.com

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Rating:  NC-17 for sexual content

Obi-Wan and Padme find comfort in each other after Qui-Gon's funeral.

A total PWP that probably suggests that Obi and Padme had a relationship of sorts before this...or not.  Depends on your frame of mind.  Take it as you will. 

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Padme slipped into the dark room, sucking in a breath as she approached Obi-Wan's sleeping form.  At least, she thought he was asleep.  Standing over the bed, she watched him silently, an ache swelling in her throat as she thought of the pain she'd felt in him at his Master's funeral.  The pain that had encompassed the young Anakin's cries as he fell into a restless sleep that night.  The pain she knew would ache in both their hearts for a long time?possibly to never be filled again. 

The young queen was so lost in her thoughts she barely noticed Obi-Wan stir, then sit up, staring back at her.  He wore only sleep pants; his gloriously muscled golden chest fully visible in the moonlight that streamed in from the open curtains leading to the balcony. 

"Padme?" he murmured, reaching out and brushing the silky material of her chemise with her fingers.  He seemed to be making sure he wasn't dreaming, or imagining figures that weren't really there.

At the mention of her name, Padme sighed softly, lowering herself to the bed next to the young Jedi.  He would be knighted tomorrow, an event that should be a happy one, but inevitably would not be, this time.  Gazing into his azure eyes, she allowed her restraint to slip away.  "Hold me?"  she murmured.

Obi-Wan immediately opened his arms and the girl fell into them, pressing her head against his hard chest and listening to his heart thunder beneath.  Obi-Wan wrapped his arms back around the slim figure, leaning them both down to the mattress as he did so.  He closed his eyes and relished in her closeness, finally feeling some sort of contentment for the first time since his Master had died.  Maybe sleep would come this night after all.

Her hand began to trace circles across the rippling muscles of his abdomen, sending shivers down his spine.  When she spoke, it was almost wistful, speaking aloud although not really knowing she was doing so.  "I adored him, but never allowed myself to show it?"  she mused sadly.  Padme was ashamed of her behavior toward the Jedi, behavior of mistrust and annoyance when in reality her feelings for both master and padawan were trust, affection and unending respect. 

"He respected you," Obi-Wan said huskily, surprising the girl that lay against him.  Perhaps she hadn't known she was speaking aloud.  Perhaps she hadn't been.  He could read her mind if he wanted to, she realized. 

Padme lifted her head to gaze into the young man's eyes.  They were far away, but he continued speaking as though in a trance.  A small smile played at his lips as he continued to be swept away in the memory.  "Everyone knows that you're beautiful, but my Master was?"  Obi-Wan's arm lifted of it's own accord and stroked Padme's hair.  "He was enamored with you.  Not only were you beautiful, but smart, and funny, really a delightful thing to ever enter our lives?I mean, even though you didn't like us?"  Obi Wan laughed softly.  "Qui-Gon maintained that you did, he knew that you wanted to but just wouldn't let yourself?and he liked that about you?you were feisty, he said.  All that packaged together just made you an enigma to him."  The young man's voice dropped into a strangled whisper as his fingers made their way up into her soft tresses and kneaded her scalp gently.

Turning his head toward the balcony and gazing at the moonlit curtains, Obi-Wan sighed.  He felt Padme's weight shift as she lifted her head from under his chin and gazed at him again.  This time, her hand came up and stroked his face, fingers trailing toward his lips until they were tracing the outline of his mouth.  Eventually, after several moments of quiet contemplation, Padme's lips replaced her fingers on his mouth, for a soft, exploring kiss. 

Obi-Wan responded, turning his head back toward her and engaging her further, losing every feeling of loneliness, sadness and anguish into the intimate moment.  Padme felt the emotions slide through her and it launched an arsenal of tears into her throat.  With an abrupt choke, she pulled away, unable to stop the moistness that flooded to her eyes.  As the tears slipped down her cheeks, she saw Obi-Wan reach up and wipe them away with his thumbs, only bringing more from the tender gesture.  "I respected him too," she sputtered, smiling through her sadness at Obi-Wan's handsome face.  "I respected you both, and trusted you both with my life."

The admission half-surprised Obi-Wan and half didn't.  Without pondering it further, he reached up, cupping her wetted face in his hands and pulling her face back down to his own.  The kiss, this time, was hungry, desperate, needy.  It sucked the air out of Padme's lungs, but Obi-Wan didn't relent, communicating his desire through his lips on hers, tongue stroking, exploring her mouth with little abandon.  His teeth nipped slightly at her bottom lip, causing desire to well inside of the girl.  Finally, she moaned softly, forced to pull away.  She was gasping for breath when she did. 

Obi-Wan kept his hold on her face, his eyes searching hers for something---permission?  Mutual need?  Padme couldn't  tell.  In response to whatever he was asking for, she moved herself to straddle him, only the thin cotton of his sleep pants and the smooth silk of her pajama shorts separating their burning flesh.  Lowering herself to his body, Padme reclaimed his lips with a kiss so intense and hungry, it left no room for question. 

Obi-Wan's hands slipped across her back and underneath her chemise, removing it easily from her shoulders and slipping it down her torso.  He managed to separate their bodies long enough to maneuver the silk down her legs, along with her shorts, and she kicked them away without missing a beat.  His glorious lips traveled from her face down her neck where he found the sensitive pulse and sucked lightly, causing Padme to moan softly above him.  Her hands had moved below her naked torso to Obi-Wan's waist where she loosened the tie of his sleep pants and pushed them impatiently downward.  

And finally, soft flesh against hardened muscle, and a strangled groan escaped Obi-Wan's lips.  Padme maneuvered herself above him, but the young man stopped her, shaking his head and quickly shifting a hand between them to caress her taut stomach.  He claimed a hardening nipple between his lips as he moved his hand lower, stroking between her thighs to feel for her readiness. 

He was surprised at the moistness he found there.  Pressing softly with his fingers he elicited a soft moan from her lips.  Obi-Wan rubbed at the treasure he'd found and intensified the feeling by clamping his teeth gently down on one nipple, then soothing the bite with soft licks and sucks. 

Padme whimpered.  "Please, Obi-Wan. Please."

Releasing his hand from between them, Padme lifted herself up and impaled herself on his long, thick erection.  A quick movement that brought gasps from each of them.  Keeping her body close to his, her rosy peaks stroking against his heaving chest, she moved quickly against him, as though it was her sole purpose in that instance to bring him quick pleasure.

He tried to call upon the restraint his Master had taught him.  This is a lesson in control, Obi-Wan he would say.  As though Padme could tell what he was thinking, she lowered her lips to his and kissed him softly on the mouth.  The kiss ended of it's own accord and Padme could feel her excitement building.  She felt her sensitive clit rubbing against the base of his stomach as they moved together frantically, searching for pleasure.  Moving around to his ear, she placed soft kisses on the side of his face, then sucked lightly on his ear lobe, nipping it slightly in her mounting pleasure.  Her breath came in heavy, concentrated gasps, and she whispered his name over and over in his ear as she climbed to her climax.

Finally, the explosion signified by a harsh squeal of pleasure as Padme came.  She pumped her hips over his roughly, milking her powerful orgasm for all that it was worth.  The force of her velvet sheath contracting his throbbing manhood, squeezing and pulling it in her ecstasy caused Obi-Wan to grunt with pleasure.  Just as he felt his own release building, Padme began to falter, complete exhaustion from her climax taking over her body. 

She collapsed on top of him and stilled her movements, feeling him pulsing and alive inside of her.  Obi-Wan pushed her hair back from her face and gazed at her, questioning.  Should I continue?

Padme kissed him again, anchoring her arms around his neck and maneuvering herself off of him slowly.  Obi-Wan understood, releasing his member reluctantly from her slick wetness and shivering as the cold night air enveloped his hardness.  Padme moved onto her back and spread her legs wide for him, inviting him into her once again. 

Without ceremony, Obi-Wan plunged his waiting hard-on back into her cove, bracing his body on either side of hers with his powerful arms.  Padme traveled her own hands up his biceps, feeling every bulging muscle as he strained for release.  He plunged in and out of her in strong, powerful strokes, squeezing his eyes shut and grunting softly with each time he buried himself into her.  Padme's hands moved across his back and settled at the base of his spine, pulling him gently closer to her until their chests pressed together and they were moving in sync, her hips arching up and grinding into his pelvis as he slammed down into her, reaching new heights of pleasure for both.

Obi-Wan felt his body give in, and he knew his restraint was over.  He had no desire to fight it tonight.  He groaned loudly as the wetness shot from his pulsing dick.  Padme's body gripped and stroked him as he filled her womb with his seed.  He pushed into her once more then stilled, allowing the remainder of his orgasm to flow from him, consequently draining every bit of energy from him as it did. 

Padme sighed and shuddered below him with another small orgasm, nothing compared to the first one  but a heightening of pleasure coursing through her loins as his warm milk shot into her.  Sweaty and exhausted, the two finally stilled, Obi-Wan slumping forward into Padme's waiting arms.  He lay still for a while as his dick softened within the girl, then pulled himself out and rolled slightly left, realizing that his full weight would crush her slight body. 

Padme groaned as he left her body, realizing for the first time that while he was fitted inside of her she felt whole, complete.  Now, there was an emptiness that was so familiar to her.  Pressing against his moistened chest, she closed her eyes and allowed the exhaustion to wash over her as Obi-Wan brought shaky arms around her and pulled her even closer to him. 

As he drifted off to sleep, he thought he heard her whisper, but couldn't be sure if it was in his mind or not.

"I love you, Obi-Wan."

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The two would wrestle with who held who throughout the night.  Neither one seemed to want to let go of the other as restless dreams plagued them both and wakefulness came often through the long dark night. 

Padme awoke for about the fifth time that night to the same nightmare, but realized now that something was different.  She was in bed alone.  A soft breeze led her gaze to the balcony where she could see the door was open slightly.  Stepping onto the hardwood floor, Padme searched for something to cover her.  Finding Obi-Wan's cloak resting on the arm of a nearby chair, she picked it up and slipped the soft wool over her shoulders. 

As she slipped through the balcony door, she could see Obi-Wan's figure silhouetted in the moonlight.  He stood against the railing, leaning forward and out, no fear of falling apparent on his face.   He looked calm, serene, and deep in thought.  She was hesitant to bother him and hung back for a few moments until the Jedi turned his head to her and stepped back.

"It's okay," he murmured, gesturing her closer to him.  Padme stepped forward, and without words the young Jedi embraced her.  He wore only his sleep pants from before and as Padme rested her head against his tanned flesh she appreciated the warmth of her cheek on his bare skin and muscle.  Turning her head inward, she kissed him softly in the slight cavern between pectoral muscles.

Obi-Wan's arms came around his cloak and he opened it slightly, allowing himself inside then wrapping it back around them.  His half-clad body pressed against her bare skin and he relished in the closeness.  Reaching up with his hands, he pushed her long hair off her shoulders and lowered his mouth onto the supple shoulder he'd revealed.  Sucking and kissing there for a moment, he gathered his words, as his Master had once told him to do, making sense of his thoughts before he spoke.

"Thank you for coming to me tonight," he murmured into Padme's ear, then kissed it softly to punctuate his sentence.  "I needed you."

Padme sighed and lifted her head, gazing into his eyes for endless minutes before reaching up to cup his strong jaw.  She brushed a thumb across his lips then, like before, replaced her digit with her own lips.   The kiss was soft this time, not nearly as insistent as before.   Padme took her time, stroking the inside of Obi-Wan's mouth with her tongue, exploring....playing.  She sensed he needed distraction, and she'd willingly provide.  She felt Obi-Wan sigh and his body sag against hers.  He leaned away from the railing and into her, wrapping his arms tightly around the outside of the cloak.

It turned into a bear hug of sorts, and Padme relished in the safest feeling she had ever experienced:  strong arms shielding her from the world, her head laying against a broad, muscular chest,  Obi-Wan's heartbeat strong and sure beneath.

Finally, Padme turned them both around and propelled the young Jedi backwards until he was flush with the stone wall near the door of the balcony.  She didn't bother looking around for intruding eyes, for she knew there could be none.  They were in one of the Temple suites, the top floor of the tallest building in the city.  Disentangling herself from Obi-Wan's arms, Padme stepped backwards and looked into his eyes, reading his carnal desire.  She splayed her hands across his muscled chest, then inched them slowly downward, stopping at the waist of his sleep pants only briefly to pull the already loose tie. 

Dropping the cloak to the ground, Padme used it as a cushion to kneel in front of her lover, pulling the sleep pants down as she did so.  Grasping his rapidly hardening cock in her hand, she stroked it slowly, lovingly, all the while looking up into the man's handsome face. 

Obi-Wan returned the gaze, staring into emerald eyes and reaching down to stroke Padme's soft hair away from her face.  With this movement, Padme dipped her head down and lapped at the erection's oozing tip with her tongue.  Obi-Wan gasped, tearing his eyes away from the girl and leaning his head back against the cool stone wall, completely surrendering himself to the feeling.

His manhood was at its full size now, and Padme enveloped it into her mouth, sheathing it in soft, warm wetness that caused the young man to groan.  She took as much of him as she could, stroking her tongue along the rigid underside as she allowed her throat to open up so she could take him all in.  She felt Obi-Wan's hips buck beneath her and reached out her hands to take hold of them, stroking the muscles of his thighs and buttocks in a deep, kneading motion. 

Releasing him from her throat, Padme suckled back up to the tip, circling her tongue around it's purple head, and eliciting appreciative groans from her lover as she took the wetness that leaked from him.  She took him fully in again, beginning a rhythm of sucking then releasing, applying a light pressure then increasing it slowly, bringing him again and again to the apex of pleasure. 

Padme could feel his hips responding, slowly bucking against her mouth in rhythm of her teasing tongue.  But she knew he was holding back, she could sense it in his muffled groans and swallowed whimpers.  Finally, she released his member and stood, claiming his lips with her own, allowing him to taste his saltiness on her tongue.

Obi-Wan took her into his arms, turning them both around so that Padme's back was pressed up against the cool stone wall.  He lifted her slightly and held her by the buttocks, and Padme in turn wrapped her long legs around the Jedi's waist.  His mouth captured one nipple, sucking and licking at it as he kneaded the other breast with his free hand.  He teased her for a moment, his wet hardness pressing into her thigh as he sucked and nipped at any flesh he could reach, sometimes leaving bite marks behind that would be remnant of their lovemaking for days.  He would lick each wound tenderly then move on to another place, drawing insatiable desire from the girl.

Padme rubbed up against him in frustration, aching to feel him fill her, to touch her fleshy center again and again.  She finally managed to get his cock positioned so that it rubbed up against her sensitive nub, pressing against her mound, straining its fullness against her most sensitive nerve endings.  She moaned softly at her success, moving her hips beneath his to further heighten the sensation.  Obi-Wan chuckled softly as she threw her head back in ecstasy, giving him access to the sensitive pulse at the base of her neck.

He descended, sucking softly at first then intensifying the pressure as her hips bucked beneath him, the moistness seeping from between her legs wetting the large shaft with her desire.  Obi-Wan closed his eyes and concentrated, feeling her desire course through him.  When he felt her on the brink of orgasm, he bent his knees slightly and plunged into her, causing her to gasp out in surprise.

Obi-Wan stilled once he'd filled her, moving his face to hers and beginning a hungry kiss that led to Padme's undoing.  As he stroked his tongue in and out of her mouth, he began a rhythm of his hips that matched, stroking his hot, engorged member across her velvet walls.  With each time he buried himself in her, he was hitting a pulsing button deep within, causing spasms of pleasure to course through every part of her body.  It wasn't long before she began to climax, gripping onto Obi-Wan's back with her fingers, nails digging into flesh as she struggled to keep her moans to an acceptable level. Finally, she dipped her head into his shoulder and cried out against his flesh, her body almost instantly going limp after the thundering wave that crashed over her receded.  She struggled to hold herself up, using the wall behind her for support and gripping Obi-Wan's hips with her thighs. 

The Jedi used the Force to help hold her up, keeping his one arm under her buttocks and bringing his other around her shoulders, using both their bodies to press against the wall.  Her breathing was subsiding and she lifted her head and looked lovingly into his eyes as she calmed.  Obi-Wan leaned forward and kissed her, then groaned as his own desire came rushing forth.  He pumped into her wildly, but somehow, could not release. 

A lesson in control.  This is a lesson in control, my Padawan.

He heard his Master's voice in his mind and somehow could not disappoint him. 

Padme felt him on the verge of climax.  She felt his member throbbing inside of her, begging for release.  As he slammed wildly into her, she expected it?and it never happened.  Several minutes went by, Obi-Wan working furiously until he was panting and covered in sweat.  Finally, Padme slid her hands down his back and to his hips, applying a slight pressure to stop his movements. 

"Obi-Wan?" she breathed into his ear, stroking the small of his back gently.  "Obi-Wan, stop."

With these words, he ceased abruptly and attempted to pull his still-hard dick out.  Padme gripped him to her, disallowing his retreat.  His breathing was strained, his chest heaving deftly upward with each breath, pressing into Padme's chest and making her nipples tingle. 

She released her hands from his hips once he'd stilled and raked them through his damp hair.  Leaning forward, she kissed him lightly on the lips, then laid feather soft kisses across his nose and cheeks, moving her way to his ear.  As his breathing evened out, she began to move underneath him again, slowly this time.  After a few moments, Obi-Wan complied and moved with her, keeping the rhythm slow and languorous rather than frantic and animalistic.  Padme soon began to moan in pleasure, enjoying the soft strokes of manhood against her sensitive pussy walls.  She tightened her grip on him, squeezing and pulling at him as he entered and retreated, causing strokes to be so long and slow it was hard to tell where one stroke ended and the other one began. 

As her second climax approached, Padme leaned into Obi-Wan, tightened nipples pressing into his taut chest.  She whispered in his ear.  "If you lose yourself, my love, I promise I'll find you."

With these words, Obi-Wan shuddered, feeling the pleasure churning in his gut surface.  It rose in his throat like a carnal groan and he looked down, catching sight of hot, sweaty bodies intertwined, plump breasts bouncing between them, closing the space until nipples raked against sweat slicked muscles.  He managed to tear his eyes away and looked at Padme's face, contorted in ecstasy as she reached her goal.  Head thrown back she moaned his name softly into the night.  Finally, Obi-Wan closed his eyes and allowed ecstasy to wash over him.  He bucked upwards, one last movement until his dick spasmed and shot its milky product into its tight cavern.  Freezing momentarily, his breath caught in his throat and it was released in a long, soft, strangled groan as he felt the last of his seed pouring from his cock. 

The release was long and powerful, Obi-Wan struggling to control his gasps as his organ jumped and twitched, determined to make the incredible feeling last as long as possible.  Padme held herself tightly against him, devoid of energy from her second orgasm of that session, her fourth of the night.  She felt him still finally , his cock softening and slipping from her of it's own gravity.  As it did, she groaned in disappointment. 

Obi-Wan used the last of his strength to bend down and slip his arm under Padme's knees, picking her up and carrying her back inside.  Once he'd laid her on the bed, he stepped back outside to gather his cloak and sleep pants.  Stepping into his pants, he climbed into bed and pulled a nearly unconscious girl to him, cradling her back against his chest.

End-  Toldja there was no plot.