Chapter One

Some beings, even Jedi, claim that little pleasure can be had from a prolonged relationship. That lovers are taken for granted, habits are formed, and the sex – well, the sex becomes mundane and routine. Unless, of course one relies upon more adventurous exploits in the bedroom.

Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi however, could not bring himself to experiment that way. He supposed it was because he was too old-fashioned and conservative. But his partner, Senator Padmé Amidala from Naboo didn't seem to mind.

And it's not like they needed help in that area.

Even after five years of seeing one another, just the sight of her evoked thoughts of an unpure nature, and often Obi-Wan was hard-pressed to control his lust in her presence.

However, when they were alone, all shields and barriers vanished, the passion flowed between them, and they shared themselves freely in both body and mind.

Just tonight for example. During a rather tedious report delivered to the Supreme Chancellor regarding the activities of the rebellious Separatist faction, a political group whose sole purpose was to destroy everything the Republic stood for, Obi-Wan found it most difficult to keep himself from staring at the young senator, and from touching her in even a most discreet fashion. Not that their relationship was a secret mind you, but as a Jedi Master, Obi-Wan understood the importance of maintaining a professional and serene demeanor during such occasions.

But once the turbolift doors closed as he escorted Padmé home, all decorum was flung to the stars, and the senator responded with as much fervor and demand that he, himself possessed.

By the time they had reached her bedroom, clothing had been peeled back and mouths plundered. And even before they had undressed completely, the Jedi Master was achingly erect and wanted nothing more than to feel the heated of her passion wrapped around him. But Padmé deserved much more, and he would take his time, knowing the pleasure to be found and delivered during the process was just as sweet as the end result.

Time and again he would bring the young woman close to release, only to withhold it at the last moment. Using both the touch of his fingers as well as his mouth and tongue, Obi-Wan would perform acts of pleasure, enjoying the frenzied sighs and moans that he would hear. As always, he would withdraw just as she neared completion in order so that they could share that most intimate experience.

It seemed a bit masochistic sometimes, but Padmé would retaliate by drawing his erection past her sweet lips and work the head and length of him with her tongue until Obi-Wan was a writhing, trembling mass of need, only to withdraw the pleasures of her mouth just before he had reached fulfillment.

By the time they would join together, every sense was heightened, their nerves endings on fire, and climax would overtake them quickly. Afterward, they would hold onto one another in desperation, grasping for support in case they should fall.

But it was too late for Obi-Wan. He had fallen long ago. He was in love with Padmé, and had told her so the second year of their relationship. The senator had been more hesitant to admit her feelings, but soon after, had declared her attachment as well, and they had become what some would call a couple.

At least until tonight.

The argument started as it had in the past couple of months, and it focused upon one point: The Jedi Master's reluctance to enter into a formal commitment.

In Obi-Wan's mind, it wouldn't be fair to her. His duties often took him away for months at a time. A life with him would be a lonely existence, and so he had tried to convince her to see other people, although she wouldn't listen. As far as he knew, for the last five years, she had been seeing no one else but him.

But all that had now changed. He knew it would, eventually, and he justified it was for the best, even though it was going to hurt like hell.

Obi-Wan was just beginning to regain his strength after a rather particular strenuous round of lovemaking when Padmé asked him the question that would change his life.

His fingers had been languorously combing through her long, dark hair, but they immediately stilled their movements and his heart sunk.

"Obi-Wan? Do you want children?"

Her head rose from where it lay on his bare chest, her eyes locking onto his gaze and he couldn't help but notice the somewhat sorrowful expression that clouded her features. "I'm twenty-nine, and I want to have a family before it's too late."

"Padmé…"

"Don't. I know what you're going to say. I've been thinking about this a lot for a while, and I…I want more."

The inevitability of this moment made it no less painful, but she was so beautiful and he loved her so much, that his hand drifted up involuntarily to caress her cheek. As he did, a tear escaped and rolled down onto his hand as Padmé squeezed her eyes shut.

"Please don't make this more difficult than it already is," she pleaded.

Reluctantly, the Jedi Master withdrew his touch.

"What do you want me to say?

A soft huff escaped past Padmé's mouth as she pulled herself up from Obi-Wan's body, wrapping the sheet off the bed around her naked form.

"Nothing. I know how you feel about this."

Silence passed between them until it became nearly unbearable.

"I love you." Obi-Wan voiced hoarsely, unable to think of anything else to say.

"And I love you," the young woman responded softly. "But I'm afraid that's no longer enough."

Obi-Wan dared to reach out and grasp a hold of her hand where it lay on the bed, but when Padmé recoiled from his touch, it shot a dagger into his soul.

"I think you need to leave." The command was but a whisper as her eyes drifted down to the bed.

Never in all his imaginings of this moment had it been this painful or difficult, but the Jedi knew what he had to do, even though he had to draw upon the strength of the Force to do it.

Without a single glance behind him, Obi-Wan dressed and left Senator Amidala's apartment, realizing that it was perhaps for the very last time.