Author's Notes: This story was written from a plot bunny (below) provided by a member on the Obidala Fan Forum. Thanks for reading!
Clouseau’s plot bunny: What would happen if Padmé and Obi-Wan meet by chance at a party and have a little bit too much to drink; actually so much that they loose all inhibitions.
Time period: Between TPM and AOTC
Whatever happens afterwards, I’ll leave it up to you.
“Midnight Mischief”
Obi-Wan couldn’t believe he and Padmé were here. They were actually standing outside these doors, ready to go in and commit an act that they both knew could not be undone…except at a terrible cost to themselves. It had honestly been the furthest thing from his mind when he had bumped into her at a fund-raising party they had both been invited to. Their polite greetings had led to friendly conversation and then, as the night wore on and more alcohol was consumed, some not-so-innocent teasing had ensued until they had left the party and picked up a bottle of liquor before coming here.
Still staring in awe at their destination, Obi-Wan took another swig from the bottle before passing it to Padmé, who also took a sip. Without looking at her, he asked “Shall we?”
“Let’s,” she said, also staring wide-eyed at the doors they stood in front of.
They waited one more moment before they walked into the building together, moving quickly and hunching their shoulders to avoid being recognized by anyone.
When they were inside the building, Obi-Wan somewhat nervously approached the front counter. “Hello,” he said to the man stationed there. “My friend and I would like to…make use of your services.”
“The policy here is credits up front,” the man said dully.
Obi-Wan glanced at Padmé, who nodded.
“That won’t be a problem,” the Jedi replied.
The man set a thick binder on the counter and said, “Pick what you want, then head to the back. You can pay me there and then take care of your business.” He then left the counter and went down a hallway leading to the back of the building.
Obi-Wan opened the binder to look at its contents, and as Padmé stood beside him to look as well, he caught a gentle whiff of her perfume. Their eyes ran down the pages, taking in all the words and images before them. A couple times her hand squeezed his arm near the elbow whenever she found an image particularly disturbing, but he didn’t mind the pressure.
They made their selections and then went into the back room like they had been instructed. The man was waiting for them, sitting on a wheeled stool while a lounge chair nearby sat empty.
Obi-Wan told him what they wanted and handed him the credits from Padmé’s purse.
The man counted out the amount and then looked up at his customers. “Let’s do this, then. Who’s first?”
The Jedi and the Senator glanced at each other.
“I’ll go,” Padmé volunteered. “You can sit there,” she said to Obi-Wan, pointing at the lounge chair, “and watch.”
He couldn’t help smirking at the idea and assured her, “It’ll be my pleasure.”
Several hours later, Obi-Wan and Padmé climbed into an air taxi, giddy from euphoria.
“I can’t believe we did it,” the Senator gushed. She lifted the hem of her skirt and looked at the inner side of her lower right calf, while Obi-Wan rolled up his right pant leg to look at the same spot on his own body.
“I got a tattoo,” the Jedi Knight said in a somewhat dazed voice.
The brunette grinned. “You only turn thirty once, Obi-Wan.” She reached up and, catching his chin in her hand, she planted a deep kiss right on his mouth, which he eagerly responded to. By the time the air taxi arrived at the Senator’s apartment building, it had been silently agreed between the two passengers that they would both be getting out there, and that one of them would be spending the night.
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