Title: The Twilight of My Uncertainty
Genre: Most definitely AU. Please don't take this too seriously. I would call this a dramatic comedy.
Warnings: Everything that goes along with an "M" rating.
Pairings: An odd start-off. Don't freak out since it's essential to the plot. Trust me and keep in mind this is an Obidala story after all.
Summary: Over the years, Obi-Wan has acquired a particular reputation and lifestyle. A chance meeting with an old flame ultimately changes the course of the remainder of his life.
Notes: When you read this, please picture older Obi-Wan as an older Ewan McGregor and not Alec Guinness. Nothing against Alec, but his characterization is not the one I'm thinking about. Hopefully, this will help with the possible "Ewwwww!" factor in the initial part of this story. You'll see what I mean. And I don't use a beta. I apologize beforehand for any grammatical errors.
Chapter One – Unexpected Company
A sleek silver and red Delta-Class starship bursts through the upper atmosphere of the pastoral planet of Naboo. Soaring across a cloud-ridden sky, the vessel dives downward and runs parallel with a line of buildings that make up the skyline of Theed, before turning sharply toward the northeast, over the Lake Country with its scattered, various sized pools glistening like jewels of blue set in an emerald sea.
Strong hands creased with age grip the controls as the ship lowers into the space port. As it settles onto the landing platform, the passengers hardly feel a shudder – owing to the lifelong experience of its pilot, Master Jedi, Obi-Wan Kenobi.
He smiles at his much younger passenger, steals away the hand from her lap and places a tender kiss to her smooth-skinned knuckles. The copper and silver-streaked whiskers which adorn his face must tickle her delicate skin, but she makes no complaint, grinning broadly. Despite her radiant smile, worry creases his brow.
"Are you sure your mother will be all right with this?" he asks between frowns, which prompts his companion to lean forward and erase the worry from his face with a kiss.
"She's in the city and won't be back for another week. Besides, what she doesn't know...."
"That's what I thought. I'm not sure I feel comfortable..."
Another kiss silences the Jedi's concerns.
"Listen, Obi-Wan. I know you two go way back and you had your troubles..."
"You know about that?" he interrupts, once more having his doubts. Maybe this isn't such a good idea.
"It was a long time ago. Mom's surely gotten over all that by now. Focus on the moment," the young woman quips an old Jedi saying. "In just a few kliks, we'll have the house and lake all to ourselves. Perhaps we can go for a swim."
The thought of finally seeing the attractive young woman out of her senatorial robes is definitely a temptation. But still, if her mother ever found out...
"Stop worrying. Let's go find a water-taxi. I can't wait to show you the house."
Should he mention that he's seen it before? Maybe she doesn't know so much after all.
The ride across the lake is comfortable, the waters smooth and inviting. It will be a relief to feel its coolness upon his skin, and the heat of the young woman's body in his arms. But first, they'll drop their bags off at the house.
Obi-Wan glances up at the attractive, domed structure which looms at the top of the spiraling stone steps. From his vantage point, everything appears much the same, minus the human servants. A protocol droid instead meets them at the door, its tinny female voice void of any emotion.
"Miss Amidala. It is a pleasure to see you."
"Hello G3. Would you mind taking our bags to the spare room? My friend and I are going down to the lake."
"Very well, Miss. Do you require anything else?"
"Nothing you can offer G3." The young woman's smile turns seductive as she begins to unbutton her velvet long-coat, the official attire for an apprentice of the Galactic Senate.
Obi-Wan follows suit, removing his own Jedi cloak and utility belt, tossing them over a nearby chair.
"This is the common room with its neoclassic vaulted ceilings, arched doorways and contemporary furnishings. Mother spared no expense when she recently had the entire place renovated."
Obi-Wan hadn't noticed. His eyes are focused solely on the exposed skin of his companion as she backs toward one of the arched doorways, its glass sliding open in response to her proximity.
"And here's the stone veranda complete with fireplace and private walkway to the beach."
Obi-Wan's smile turns predatory as the senate jacket finally falls open, revealing a lace camisole barely disguising fairly small breasts with pert, dusky nipples. He can feel an erection burgeoning and is thankful he remembered to take his stimulant before he left Coruscant this morning. His fingers deftly untie the lacing of his uniform trousers and is just about to slip them down his legs when a voice, oddly familiar and shrill, sounds out from his immediate left.
"Obi-Wan Kenobi? What in the hell are you doing in my house?"
"Mom! What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be in the city!"
"Obviously," Padme Amidala answers irritably, rising from the ornate benches which line the far balcony. "Leia? What do you think you're doing? And with him of all people?"