Waterfall

by: Kathy

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: George owns. Kathy does not. George, can I rent the young Jedi Obi-Wan for a few years? <wg>

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Archive: AURA, Annex, Hidden Love, alternate universe, Myths and Legends, WWoMB

Author's Website: http://www.jediwarrior.org

Pairing: Obi/Padme

Author's Notes: A quicky. <g> Thanks to Jenn for listening to it. Hope you all enjoy it!!

WATERFALL

by Kathy

The waterfall showers were so relaxing, and Padme was looking forward to simply letting go of a little stress. She moved slowly, her legs sore, her neck hurt. The moonlight shown out over the palace facade. Looking at the scene before her eyes, she never would have believe there had been an invasion ten standard years previous. The Palace of Theed was a sight to behold, to all. She was glad to be home, as much as she enjoyed Coruscant, she missed her world too. She just wished that bodyguards were not necessary everywhere she strode. Padme was all to happy to get out for awhile, by herself. Although Obi-Wan Kenobi, her Jedi protector this trip back to Naboo, was not as bad as the others. She rather enjoyed his company, even if she did have to keep her guard up at all times around him. It would help if his voice wasn't so deep, his eyes weren't so blue, his beard so thick...

"Padme, back to reality," she silently childed herself. Smiling, a Senator from the small planet Naboo and a Jedi Master. She giggled at herself, girlhood fantasies.

The lady of Naboo was now simply looking forward to standing in the cool, blue waters of the waterfall.

Set off behind the palace, the waterfalls were relaxing, peaceful and serene. Beautiful flowers grew around it, and in the daytime their fragrance flowed over the delicate winds, and could overwhelm your senses. However, in the evening, it was intoxicating. When the moonlight shown on the grove, the dark blue and silver roses bloomed, perfect for an exotic night, and the place became a place right out of a fantasy.

She began to strip off her dress and stepped down the stone stairs. No one would be up at this time of the evening, and she was sure she would have the entire area to herself. She kicked off her slippers, and slowly wandered down the remain few stairs, feeling the hard masonry underneath the pads of her feet.

Round the last high gray stone wall to the waterfalls, she listened to the soothing sounds of the water slapping against rock. She was already beginning to relax. She dropped her dress and slippers on the marble slab at the bottom of the stairs, and began to unhook her slips. A sound alerted her that she might not be alone, the hairs on the back of neck stood up. She heard a low moan, and slowly walked to the opening to the main falls. As she peered around, the sounds of cascading water became louder. A silver night rose hung above her head, and the intoxicating smell drifted across her nose. She squinted in the silvery moonlight, trying to see if anyone was there.

Padme was about to call out, when a figure moved slowly through the entrance across the grove of waterfalls. The figure was a male, she was certain, and apparently... disrobed. A blush crept up her chest to cheeks, she turned to leave and gather her things, when a low moan escaped the mouth of the man now stepping under the water. She blinked, now turning her back to the scene, and smiled. One little peak wouldn't hurt, she reconsidered. She turned, and crept into the shadows to get a closer look.

The man was just now getting under the flow of the water. His back was to her, the crystal clear waters flowed over his muscular back, and down to his rear. He put his hand out to steady himself on the stone wall in front of him. She blinked, this man was a god. The muscles stretched and moved under his skin, his shoulders broad, he had the stance of a warrior. He just stood there letting the water slide over his back, down, down his thighs, his calves. Padme unconsciously licked her lips.

She moved to get closer, dying to know which of her citizens it was. She moved stealthily, quietly so as not to draw his attention. Padme had a quick flash come to her that she really shouldn't be doing this. But she couldn't leave, and so she moved behind a tall statue, and watched this figure quietly moaning, mesmerized. Who was this? She had to know, but he still had not turned around.

The man now ran his hands down the front of his chest, and rested his left hand on his hip. She watched the steady rhythm of his breath, his shoulder trying to work out the kinks. He turned his face up to the falling water, it cascaded off him. He shook his head quickly, blue-silver water droplets flying all around his body. He wiped the water from his face.

Padme nearly fell over, the gods were teasing her. What did she ever do to them?

The man slowly turned around, and Padme's jaw fell to the ground. It was Obi-Wan.

Oh, it certainly was the Jedi Master. She could not believe what she was seeing. She blinked, and watched him pull his shoulders up as he arched his back, his eyes closed. The Jedi was beyond words, he was beautiful. The Jedi was everything she imagined him to be, and casting a glance lower, and apparently a bit more than she had imagined. The Jedi...

She stopped in mid-thought.

The JEDI. Jedi, as in Force user, as in can sense a ladybug at 30 parsects, as in would sense her at any moment!! She slid down off the statue, walking quietly. She knew the Jedi weren't always looking for others around them, and obviously he had not sensed her, or he would not have stepped down here to begin with. She also knew however after speaking with Adi Gallia at great length about the Force and the abilities it granted, that Jedi could pick up on nervousness near them. She quickened her pace. Where had she left her clothes?

Sometimes, she wondered where her mind was. 'Idiot.' She got back to her dress, the warm night air, now much warmer. 'Please my goddess, please let me get up stairs and I promise I will *never* do something this idiotic ever again.' Prayer said, she picked up her slippers, and turned to leave. As she took her first step, the fates seemed to be smiling on her. However on the second step, her left slipper slipped from her grasp and fell down the two steps. As if to make its point that she should not spy on people, it bounced, rather loudly on the stones in the mediation garden. With each noise, she screwed up her face, and squeezed her eyes shut, her shoulder pulled tightly up to her head. 'Damn.' She slowly opened her eyes, hoping beyond hope that the water was obscuring his hearing. Padme mused to herself quickly, she could always run for it, then hope that the speed that Jedi were rumored to have was also a legend.

Padme turned and glanced about for the offending slipper. She stepped back down, and walked to the stones. She picked it up, and rolled her eyes as three of the more larger stones fell out onto the ground with three separate clacks. 'You all hate me, don't you?' she asked to gods. She was also formulating a good excuse, in her head to tell him. 'Oh yes, I was out for a walk and heard splashing, went to see if I could be of assistance.' Nope, Jedi know when you lie. 'So sorry, was coming to take a relaxing evening soak in the falls, and saw you naked in the waters, thought you were a bird.' Right. Maybe she could just go for light conversation. 'Are all Jedi's lightsabers that big?' She braved a quick glance to see if there was now a half dressed, and wet Jedi hot-tailing it over to her location, bearing his lightsaber in his wet hand, wet cloth sticking to his lovely wet skin. 'I am insane?' In her current predicament, she was still imaging his half naked and wet body running towards her. She need to get herself out of here. She probably should her head examined in the morning, must be the stress. She looked over, at the same time turning to run up the stairs. She stopped dead, there was no one there. She looked, and could still see a small pile of clothes near the falls on the far side. She quickly scanned the entire grove. Nothing, she was beginning to panic.

Padme crept out to the grove again, and looked around the corner. She has only turned her back for thirty seconds... She moved quietly across the grove, to the pile of clothes laying on the slab. Jedi tunics, and a sash. His slash. His belt curled up in top, his boots underneath the blue marble slab. His leggings and his lightsaber mysteriously missing from the pile in front of her. She looked again, and decided she really needed to get out of here, fast. Her senses were on full alert, but yet she heard nothing. The thoughts flashed through her head, 'where is he?' She started backing up, towards the stairs she had come down earlier.

She heard a noise behind her, echoing down the stone passageway to the grove. Water dripping on the stones, quietly behind her. She could smell something... wet... she closed her eyes. She could feel that there was a presence behind her.

"Padme." a deep voice floated over to her, a small droplet of water hit her shoulder, a hot breath swirling across her exposed neck.

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