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20 March 2010 @ 03:48 pm
Fic: ‘Allayloo ta nuv.’  
Title: Allayloo ta nuv.
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: (MA 15+)
Time Period: Between tPM & AotC.
Summary: Truth is revealed and feelings are indulged.

Author's Note: This is Part III of V.

Due to content, this story is being rated (MA 15+).

Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Lucas; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by him.


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After a while of not hearing their pursuers, the Jedi landed lightly on the ground and squatted, studying their surroundings. When he was satisfied no one was nearby, he quietly whistled to the young Queen who climbed carefully down and stood beside him. “We must move cautiously your Majesty,” he murmured as he unclipped his lightsabre from his belt.

She nodded and they moved quietly further into the forest. After an hour, they stopped. “Might I know the name of my rescuer?” She asked while she sat at the foot of a tree.

Obi-Wan smiled and glanced around them. “Jedi Kenobi, at your service.” He looked in the direction of nearby scurrying.

“Obi-Wan?” Her surprise was clear in the night. “Is it truly you?”

“Yes,” he chuckled. “Congratulations on your re-election.”

“Thank you.” Her blush could be heard when she spoke. “You were sent to rescue me?”

“I was given the mission due to my knowledge of Naboo. We didn’t know the Trade Federation was involved but it was suspected. Are you all right to move on?”

“I need a few more moments to catch my breath.”

A sudden flash of memory. “Your clothing won’t hinder you?”

“Has it so far?” She looked toward him. “I had just finished training with my Handmaidens when taken.”

“Thank the Force for small mercies,” he commented; the story of her kidnapping could wait for another time to be told. “My starfighter is approximately five klicks in the other direction. If I can, we might be able to resurrect enough of the comms system to send a blind message and hope a passing ship hears it.”

“Couldn’t Ani—where is Anakin?”

“On Coruscant.” He entwined his fingers and dangled his hands between his knees. “He needed further lessons in patience.”

Padmé chuckled softly. “I’m glad he was,” she shyly admitted. “I …” A twig snapped to her left. Obi-Wan sprang to his feet, lightsabre suddenly in hand, and Padmé grabbed a rock as she stood.

“Ileeay!” Obi-Wan was poked with a sharpened stick. The small figure rose into the air. “Ileeay! Ileeay!” Panic flooded the air in the form of high-pitched squeals. “Ileeay!”

“Obi-Wan!” Padmé hissed. “Put him down!” She hurriedly glanced about them.

“Him?”

“Him! It sounds male! Put him down!”

Gently, Obi-Wan lowered the small creature, complete with spear. Immediately, the spear was shoved in their direction, within jabbing range. “Danileeay thesi!”

Padmé let the rock fall from her hand and put both hands in the air. “Do you understand what’s being said?”

“Stay here?” Obi-Wan offered. “The spear is very clear on that point.”

“Let me try and speak to him,” Padmé glanced at the Jedi. “Mesa greeting. In peace mesa comen.”

“You know Gungan?” Obi-Wan kept his eyes on the small being in front of them.

“I learned after inviting the Gungans to commence trade with the Naboo.” She watched the spear carefully and let her gaze travel to its owner. “Mesa greeting,” Padmé knelt, her hands still in the air. “In peace mesa comen.”

“Kush drojh?”

“In peace mesa comen.” She spoke soothingly, calmly.

“Acha.” The spear was lowered. She didn’t know if she had been understood but that was a definite sign of understanding her intentions. She hoped.

Padmé pointed to herself. “Padmé. In peace mesa comen.” She placed a hand on her chest. “In peace Padmé comen.” She pulled Obi-Wan closer. “In peace Obi-Wan,” she patted his arm, “comen.”

The creature tilted his head. “Tyatee.” He motioned forward with his spear. “Tyatee.”

“I assume we’re to go with him,” she murmured to Obi-Wan as she stood and slipped her hand into his; he, reluctantly, followed after he reattached his lightsabre to his belt.

The two of them tiptoed after their newfound ally, aware of the kidnappers who probably hadn’t given up the search for Padmé, through the underbrush. Suddenly, their guide stopped and pointed to a tree with his spear. “Uhree!” When they followed the line of the spear with their gaze, a platform could be seen in the moonlight. “Uhree.”

“Tank yu.” Padmé clasped one of the creature’s paws between her hands. “Tank yu.”

Blaster fire was suddenly heard in the distance. “Uhree! Uhree!” The urgency couldn’t be mistaken. Padmé grabbed a dangling vine and climbed, Obi-Wan close behind. Their new ally ran in the direction of the blaster fire. Padmé helped Obi-Wan onto the platform. There was a small hut; Padmé pushed the woven mat and held it open for Obi-Wan who pulled her in with him. They both tumbled into the single room and she landed atop him. His hands held her waist and her lips were close to his.

Obi-Wan shifted very slightly. Her breath caught. “Why are you glad Anakin didn’t come?” He whispered.

“I …” She lowered her lips to his suddenly and cupped his face between her hands. Her body pressed against his; the lightsabre poked into her. Some of her hair fell from its restraining combs and bands and his arms slipped around her. They rolled over, still kissing, until, finally, their faces drew apart. “We can’t.” A breathless murmur. “We. Can’t.”

“We definitely cannot,” he agreed, just as breathy.

Her face rose to meet his and she tore his tunic open. With luck, their guide wouldn’t return too soon, she thought as she pulled his tunic as far as could be managed while his outer robe pooled on the floor. She grabbed the tunic, to pull him closer and their bodies were more tightly pressed against each other. She moaned; he groaned softly, his hips grinding against hers as he did. His fingers slipped into her hair, twining it about them, and he tugged it hard. Their mouths parted and she gasped against his lips while her body arched against his. Her knees bent and held him tightly on either side.
 
 
 
Armchair DM: Igor & Carson: Waitingarmchairdm on March 20th, 2010 09:41 am (UTC)
*swalllows* Oh wow. This is going to be an agonising wait till the next installment. I can't wait!
Angel... Dark Wings Descending...: obidalaangel_in_tears on March 20th, 2010 12:36 pm (UTC)
Argh I dont wanna wait!!
This is a beautiful story so far, I want more please :D
Mya Scarlet: obidala kiss manipmya_scarlet on March 20th, 2010 03:21 pm (UTC)
It's nice to see a longer story from you! Looking forward to finding out what happens next...