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My eyes were closed and I felt Obi-Wan shift over me, holding me close 
and showering me with kisses.  I reached around him, caressing his back, 
running my fingers through hair that was a lot longer than it had been 
the day we met.  I opened my eyes finally and locked gazes with him, my 
lover, my love.
"I want you to stay relaxed, Ami.  I don't want to hurt you."  His eyes 
were full of passion and concern.  I loved him at that moment more than 
ever.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then nodded.  He carefully 
began sliding his penis within me, slowly and gently spreading me open 
to him.  I felt no pain, only the most exquisite pleasure of my life.  I 
was complete, made whole, we became attached in both body and soul.  He 
was inside me all the way and I was sure that if I had died at that 
moment it wouldn't matter because anything would be a let down after 
this.

He began moving inside of me and I realized how wrong I had been.  It 
was like he was stoking a fire within me, and with each thrust the 
flames were built higher and higher.  I'm sure I moaned, maybe I 
screamed, but that was only secondary to every other sensation building 
within me.  I was both more connected to my body and detached from it as 
I was rocked by orgasm after orgasm.  Every nerve ending was on fire, I 
could feel pleasure from every inch of skin, and yet I was flying high 
above it all in a sort of sensory overload.

I don't know who I gave thanks to, but those were the only words I could 
form at all.  My universe exploded and was reformed many times in 
Obi-Wan's arms.  Finally I could feel him reach the point of no return 
and we crushed each other in that final orgasmic embrace.  He cried out, 
every muscle taut, and then collapsed, boneless, on top of me.

We didn't need any words in that afterglow.  I was content, relaxed all 
over, happy to be with him and holding him so close.  I never wanted to 
let him go, we were so right for each other.  I smiled up at him and 
felt his heart concur with mine.  Everything was perfect.


Anakin Skywalker woke up gasping from the nightmare.  Granted, it was an 
erotic nightmare, and it had brought him close to the edge in his sleep. 
 It was still a nightmare.  "She's mine!"  His voice was gruff with 
sleep, but it still sounded suspiciously like a sob to his young ears.  
"I don't care if I'm only sixteen and she's twenty-one!  She's mine!"  
His pillow took the brunt of his insecurity, the only witness to tears 
and rage.

With deep breaths he fell back on his Jedi training, calming down 
slowly.  It was only a dream after all.  His master would never betray 
him like that, Obi-Wan knew what the queen meant to him.  Amidala.  Her 
deep brown eyes were warm and kind.  Her skin was flawless alabaster.  
Her smile was enough to bring an entire planet to its knees in 
adoration.  Anakin stood by his first impression of her, believing in 
his heart that she was indeed an angel.

He felt assured again, remembering that after he had announced that she 
must be an angel that the Force had whispered an important secret in his 
ear.  This was the girl he would marry some day.  There was no doubt 
about it, that was something that was meant to be.  He also felt a 
stirring of the Force again, that she would bear him children.  The 
power of the dream lost its hold on him and he curled up in bed.

Anakin glanced over at the other bed in the room, making sure that he 
hadn't awoken his master.  He hadn't heard any movement, even after 
shouting into the pillow he had been gripping.  In a moment he realized 
that it was because the bed was empty.  Worse than that, it hadn't been 
slept in at all.

It was a warm summer night as Anakin looked out at the streets of Theed 
from the balcony.  The stars were brilliant and cast an otherworldly =
glow on the capitol of Naboo.  Yet Anakin's soul was chill and dark.