Characters : Padmé,
Lenght: short story
AU. Pre-AotC. The Jedi Master Obi-Wan
Kenobi and the Senator of the Galactic Republic Padmé Naberrie
are sent to the planet Damona to prevent an infiltration from the
Separatists. They are to attend a ritual ceremony during their stay
and things take an unexpected turn…
A/N: Thanks to jardim1
for the wonderful beta! you rock!I also made a art cover to illustrate
the story. I have to say that Ticklesivory inspired
Naberrie Amidala, Senator of the Republic, stared in awe at the
enormous banquet table. She had not expected such a display in honour
of diplomatic ambassadors. She was here, on the luxuriant planet
of Damona, because of rumours about an infiltration of the Separatist
Movement in the sector. Chancellor Palpatine wanted her to ensure
the cooperation of the world and its inhabitants, for their resources
in opals and other semi-precious stones were essential to the Galactic
not worry, Senator. You will not have to eat the whole table by
yourself. The Harvest Ceremony is the most important ritual of the
year and a huge event for every man and woman on Damona.”
was startled and a low chuckle escaped the throat of the tall woman
who had just spoken. She was wearing a long crimson cape, made in
a soft and light material. Her lovely round face was framed by a
waterfall of dark locks and her smile was infectious.
Sri-Kanda” Padmé greeted her. “It is very kind
of you to let us attend such a significant celebration.”
am sure you will blend in perfectly and enjoy the Ceremony, Senator
Amidala. People are always merry and welcoming during the festivities.
And they are usually very proud of their traditions.”
nodded. She had done some research on Damona and its culture before
her departure from Coruscant. The culture of the planet was greatly
influenced by the seasonal rituals. There were four seasons and
each was celebrated by what they called a “sabbat”.
Summer among all was the most important season. The inhabitants
were very proud of their agricultural production, which allowed
a strong planetary independence. What’s more, in terms of
religious beliefs, their rituals were attached to a Goddess- Dana,
Mother of Earth- and her consort. Performing these festivities was
for them more than a celebration; it was a way of life.
here she was, clad in a light yellow dress, her hair elegantly braided,
ready to assist with the Summer Sabbat, Bealtinne. Sri-Kanda looked
at her, her eyes twinkling.
just hope your Jedi protector won’t ruin the fun.”
women laughed and decided to join the crowd in the field where the
Harvest Ceremony would be performed.
Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi sighed. He knew he had to attend the ritual
ceremony, but he wasn’t thrilled at the prospect. Something
was making him uncomfortable about the event, but it was blurred
within the layers of the Force.
on the present,” he breathed, remembering the mantra of his
dead Master Qui-Gon Jinn.
couldn’t be distracted by his perceptions tonight. He was
here not only to prevent the Separatists from attacking, but also
to protect the Nubian Senator. Since the end of the blockade of
the Trade Federation, the young woman had escaped four attempts
on her life. Obi-Wan was quite sure that Federation Viceroy Gunray
somehow had a hand in it, although he was not able to prove it yet.
Chancellor Palpatine had thus asked him to escort Senator Amidala
and to help her in her task.
be honest, the Jedi was rather happy with this mission. It was nice
to see the former Queen again. He smiled while securing his lightsaber
on his belt. She still had determination and wit, and voiced her
opinions without fear, regardless of her popularity. Obi-Wan was
not overly fond of politicians in general, but he had to admit that
he never sensed any duplicity in her behaviour. She really was genuine
in many ways and clung to what she thought was right.
had also matured into a lovely young woman, and the Knight was glad
his padawan wasn’t with him. Anakin’s feelings for Padmé
were strong and he lacked control. Obi-Wan dismissed his worries
with a shake of his head. Anakin was peacefully studying and he
had his duty to perform.
took a deep breath and headed to the Ceremony field.
senses were overwhelmed with all the smells and colours displayed
before her. The feast table really looked magnificent and she was
beginning to realise how hungry she was. She was caught in a turmoil
of scents: spices, roasted meats, soft potatoes, apples and a large
variety of fruits. She couldn’t decide what looked the most
appetizing. She turned her head slightly and studied her neighbour.
Kenobi was right now the epitome of the “diplomatic stance”.
He was waiting calmly for the meal to start, smiling with interest
at his neighbour on the left and showing no sign of impatience.
The young senator took the opportunity to look at her protector
more closely. A defined face, definitely masculine, a well-trimmed
beard, a calm expression and a soft smile. But the most endearing
feature was his eyes, blue and profound. The smallest twinkle in
them could lighten his whole face and yet they seemed to contain
ageless wisdom. He really looked handsome.
blushed lightly. She knew she shouldn’t have thoughts of this
kind. He was a Jedi and she knew he could not love. But to her embarrassment,
her feelings were not exactly new. She had developed a crush on
the young man when she met him on Naboo almost 6 years ago. And
to see him again was reviving a small flame in her.
there something wrong, My Lady?”
young woman blinked and let out a sharp breath at Obi-Wan’s
question. She hoped her study had not been too obvious, and answered
him, her tone perfectly controlled.
at all, Jedi Kenobi. I just thought you looked so solemn. The meal
looks delicious, don’t you think?”
Jedi nodded, looking slightly confused and Padmé chastised
herself. “Very smart. Now I look like an idiot.” She
opened her mouth to say something more appropriate, when the Priestesses
announced the beginning of the meal.
smiled kindly at her and began to eat. Sighing, Padmé attacked
her full plate.
Chief Priestess, Hendi Sri-Milan, watched with rapt attention at
the interaction of the Senator of the Republic and her Jedi companion.
There was evidently something there. She turned to the young Sri-Kanda.
do you see Kanda-sister? Should the Senator and the Jedi be blessed
by the Mother Goddess? Which path is written in their eyes?”
Moon Priestess smiled and calmly replied.
test should be performed. They will make the choice by themselves.
They are already blessed.”
High Priestess nodded, and turned to whisper a few words to one
of her handmaidens.
well. Fate will decide then.”
rolled his eyes in a playful fashion when he saw the child-like
admiration in Padmé’s eyes. People had just lit huge
bonfires and the soft orange glow was dancing all over her small
body. A thin veil of sweat was beginning to form on her skin and
her lovely yellow dress was clinging to her womanly curves. Her
long curly hair played with the fire light, golden glints on soft
shook his head once again. He shouldn’t think of her in such
a way. She was under his protection. The realization that she was
an intelligent and lovely woman could not interfere with his vigilance.
He was on duty and needed all his focus. A Separatist attack and
a threat to the Senator’s life could arise at any moment.
a cloaked woman handed him a decorated goblet, he took it absently
and sipped slowly at the clear liquid. He saw the young woman do
the same, apparently in an effort to cool down a bit. She looked
at him and spoke softly.
you mind getting away for a little while? I need a walk to clear
my head. I feel a bit dizzy.”
you wish, My Lady.” He sensed nothing threatening though the
Force and people were waiting calmly, their drinks finished. There
were likely other stages in the ceremony, although he didn’t
began to walk down a path in comfortable silence, each finishing
their goblet. The liquid had a pleasant taste, spicy yet cool. It
had a wonderful smell, although Obi-Wan couldn’t work out
what it was. And it was surprisingly relaxing. He heard the young
woman beside him sigh in contentment. She was looking at him, a
shadow of a smile playing on her lips.
know,” she said, “I’m glad you are the one protecting
me. I was so annoyed when I found I would be watched over all the
time. Chancellor Palpatine was wise to ask for you. He knew I would
thank you My Lady. It is a pleasure to offer you my services again
after all these years. I enjoy being in your company.”
smile she granted him made Obi-Wan’s heart flutter. “It
must be the drink,”he thought. His musings were suddenly interrupted,
for a beautiful, almost eerie voice resonated throughout the fields,
and he was lost in its beauty.
Padmé’s ears picked up the first notes of the song,
it reverberated like a signal in her whole body. The goblet fell
from her shaking hands and she turned to her companion. She felt
like liquid fire had replaced blood in her veins and the feeling
escalated as the song went on. She turned to face Obi-Wan, unable
to restrain herself any more. She lightly traced the face of the
man in front of her and found herself coming closer, the need to
feel his hard body against hers too strong to resist.
knew he could read and feel her desire. She raised her head and
met his gaze, pools of dark blue water piercing her soul. And then
he surprised her, seizing her by the waist and kissing her hard
on the mouth. It was needy and desperate and at the same time strangely
gentle. She opened her mouth, allowing him to explore while her
hands roamed on his strong chest. She felt his hand lower to squeeze
her bottom and a throaty moan escaped her.
air, she pulled away and looked once again at Obi-Wan. Her heart
was beating so fast she thought it was going to explode. She barely
registered that the chant was still going on and picking up a faster
beat. All she knew was that she couldn’t have enough of the
man in front of her and she wanted to totally let go.
smiled at her, but this was no gentle smile. It was slightly devious,
not to say sly. He took hold of her hand and guided her near a bonfire,
and without a word, he began to work on the laces of her attire.
Padmé whimpered, feeling him so close to her, his breath
hot against her ear. She lightly kissed his exposed neck as her
hands tried to free him of his Jedi clothes. She wanted no barriers
between them, her whole body and most secret parts tingling in anticipation.
felt the soft brush of fabric against her skin as her dress fell
at her feet and she reveled in the touch of his calloused hands,
arching against him. She managed to unfasten his tunic and he pulled
it over his head at light speed, barely letting her go in the motion.
The rest of their clothes followed soon after as they continued
to discover each other’s bodies, and before long they were
both naked, illuminated in the sunset glow of the ceremonial fire.
felt like a flame of the beacon as Obi-Wan lowered her on the smooth
grass. She was lost in a world of passion and pleasure, their intertwined
bodies becoming one. Her breathing was erratic and she opened her
eyes to look at Obi-Wan, towering over her in the shimmering light
of the full moon. She felt her tension snap suddenly and she cried
in ecstasy as she came, murmuring the Jedi’s name over and
over. Her lover followed suit, lost in the rhythm of their ancient
dance. He let go with a groan and lowered to kiss her mouth, full
of the passion they had just shared.
rolled on his side, and Padmé cuddled against his chest,
listening to his heartbeat. She felt safe and whole. She wanted
to stay in his strong embrace forever. He bent his head to taste
her pliable lips once more and lulled her to sleep with sweet words.
The young woman sighed, bursting with happiness, and sleep came
the Field of Ceremony, the song died slowly and the only noise remaining
was the sparkling tune of the beacons.
Priestess Sri-Kanda smiled gently as she neared the two strangers.
She took a warm blanket from her basket and covered the senator
and the Jedi. They were sleeping peacefully in each other’s
arms. Her smile grew wider as she noticed the small flowers which
had blossomed to celebrate their union. Lovely violets had been
brought to life. She knew perfectly well what it meant. True love.
raised her glance to the sky and whispered, one hand on her heart.