Title: All My Dreams Are Of You

Author/pseudonym: Kathy

Fandom: Star Wars: Prequel Trilogy

Pairing: Obi-Wan/Padme

Rating: PG-13

Status: complete

Archive: Annex, Alternate Universe, Hidden Love, AURA, Myths and Legends, Mythic's Archive, and WWOMB

Feedback: jedi@mythicdesigns.net

Series/Sequel: Untitled series

Other websites: http://www.jediwarrior.org

Disclaimers: Nope, not owned by me, wish they were... well only Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan heh

Notes: Actually, this is inspired by the new trailer that came out on November 9. The scene with Padme in bed got my mind whirling. Then, my muse showed up. About time... Special thanks to my beta Kim, whom I tormented in the name of Obi/Padme fiction Thanks Kim!! {hugs} :) Thanks also to Jenn for listening me drool and 'heh' over Obi-Wan lately, and for Adelaide for starting an Obi/Padme list!!

Summary: Obi/Padme story, a Jedi protects his lady one evening

Warnings: none

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All My Dreams Are Of You

by: Kathy

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The Jedi watched her sleep, watched her breathe. The bluish light from the cool Coruscant evening flooded over her face, and washed her skin in a heavenly glow. He blinked, trying to see if the vision before him was real.

He was here to protect her, to watch over her; he would do his duty, even if it meant protecting her from himself.

She sighed and moved a bit on her bed. The light purple sateen sheets molded around her perfect form. He moved from the far side of the bed, mesmerized by the movement of her body.

Slowly, as if pulled by an invisible force, unseen by any mortal, he was drawn to the foot of the bed. Now looking directly down at her quietly sleeping form, he wished for her to awaken.

His arm slid down his body, and he shifted on his feet. The leather of his boots settling against his shins, his fingers tucked into the worn leather of his belt. He thought back to that fateful trip on Naboo.

At first when he met her, she didn't strike him in any way as memorable. His Master and he had embarked to settle another trade dispute, nothing uncommon for a Jedi. However, it was on that mission that the deciding moments of his life happened; they were sent to broker a trade agreement between a people and an oppressor. So long ago now it seemed, where he met Anakin, his padawan. A mission that united the people of Naboo... and where the Sith

Lords came out of a long period of hiding. The planet where he lost his beloved Master. He swore he would never let anyone into his heart again.

Yes, he remembered her planet.

He remembered her... and he remembered his Master.

So much had changed between now and then, so very much. There are so many uncertainties in these dark times. Certain of one thing, the Jedi knew he should leave her rooms immediately. Protector or not, he felt his resolve slipping, the heightened awareness that was second nature to the Jedi and came with study of the Force, told him he was about to loose an internal

struggle. Standing in the shadows, her Jedi protector felt a sudden surge of feelings that he had locked up inside for so long. Now, they threatened to overtake him and rush out here, tonight, while he stood at the foot of her bed.

The lady moved in her sleep.

He exhaled slowly. Now, he wished for her to sleep.

The Jedi was so tightly wound, he had no idea he had been holding his breath. As he tried to relax, he released these improper feelings into the Force and turned to look out the windows, but the Force seemed to be conspiring against them as well this night. Even it refused his

offering. He closed his eyes, and tried to mediate. He vaguely heard her moving on the

bed, heard her slow breaths, heard the sound of her foot as it slid on the satin sheets. He wrestled to keep his eyes shut, and tried concentrating again.

She moaned softly.

The feelings curled back around his spirit with a renewed fervor; his eyes snapped open as he groaned low in his throat. Every part of his rational mind screamed at him to leave; still he stayed there, leather booted feet firmly in place on the blue toned floor, in a darkened room on

Coruscant. She was mesmerizing.

The Force drew his eyes back up to the form laying on the bed. She was turning slowly, her lips parting sweetly. He was completely lost, his body now moved as if drawn to her. He slid around the side of her bed, his fingers unwrapped from his belt and dropped to her cheek, his hand brushed slowly along that silken skin, and he leaned ever closer. She was so close, his heart stopped beating. Closer he moved, taking in the scent of her, her presence, her spirit... He closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply, lips touched her cool skin softly, pressed against hers, as he moaned tightly in his throat. The girl exhaled, slowly. The Jedi's heart resumed beating, now

with a greater urgency. His hand fell to the soft silken sheets that surrounded her body as his beard slowly traced a course along her neck, down to her breasts. She arched up towards him, as his body began to betray him. He wanted her, almost desperately now, she was so close, so vulnerable... she was his. Any long fought Jedi calm quickly was seeping away. She whispered

his name on her lips, and shifted a bit under him. He opened his eyes and pulled back; his blood on fire. She whimpered softly, instinctively missing his warmth, and moved ever so slightly closer to him searching for his strong hands in her restless sleep.

Pulling his robes around him, he silently stepped back from the side of the bed, and was again removed from the inviting vision before him.

For the rest of the cool Coruscant evening, Obi-Wan stood at the foot of Padme's bed, promising her and the Force that he would protect her, even from himself.

~The End~