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Every number stands alone. There will be five sets of ten prompts.

Some drabbles contain MATURE themes, so if you are not comfortable, do not read.

Background info that stays constant:

"He" refers to Obi-Wan and "She" is Sabé Maberrie.

Sabé was 18 years old to Padmé's 14 and to Obi-Wan's 25 during the phantom menace. During the TPM she is actually an inch taller than Padmé and must bind her chest. As the movies continue, she looks much like Padmé as she grows older, but Padmé eventually grows a half-inch taller than her. She, however, ends up having more curves than the senator, with flared hips and a larger bust (that of course distracts our favorite negotiator). She takes on the job as Chief of Security, but still goes on missions as Padmé's bodyguard and sometimes decoy (for they still look similar) and lives with her in Coruscant. On a random note- Sabé and Padmé's great, great grandfathers were twins and the two women sometimes refer to each other as cousins.

#31 – blur

The days after his Master's death all jumble together in a haze, but he remembers her soothing words and comforting hands. What he did to deserve her kindness, he didn't know, but it was keeping him sane.

#32 - wait

She knew this was a bad idea. She shouldn't have come. As she bobbed a quick curtsey to escape the padawan, no knight, she hid behind her handmaid's cowl and turned to leave. A tug on her hand made her stop. She looked back, and he tipped her hood off. Any thoughts of leaving fled her mind.

#33 - change

"You've changed," she commented with a warm smile as they stood in the lift. Ten years spanned their last meeting; trouble had seen them met, and trouble again had brought them back together.

"You haven't," he murmured after a pause. Her grin widened, and he knew this time he might not escape with his heart; well what was left of it after their first encounter anyway.

#34 - command

She has seen him in battle, seen him as the infamous Negotiator, and seen him pull feats that should not be possible. She liked seeing him exude his power with grace and command his loyal troops to follow. But little did he know, he had full command of her heart as well. And it would follow him wherever he would go, even if she could not follow.

#35 – hold

As he crushes her to him, he feels the overwhelming panic leave his body. He takes in her scent, still fresh despite soot that lingers everywhere. No more almosts, or maybes, or second-guessing. No more lies, he thinks. Today has proven just how short their lives can be. Breathing deeply one more time, he loosens his hold on her just enough to close the gap again, this time kissing her fully, swallowing her gasp of surprise.

#36 - curious

He's sitting in the cockpit watching the sandstorm as it sweeps across the night, when he sees movement down the hallway. Silently, he follows the shadow as it moves gracefully down the halls and into an empty room. Tucking himself in a corner that allows him to see but be unseen, he observes the shadow drop their cloak and stretch.

At first he thinks it's one of the handmaidens, but his curiosity makes him stay longer despite the mystery being solved. The young woman is all lines and curves, a tight, white flight suit hugging and draping in all the right places. She pulls her long hair over her shoulder and quickly braids it. The way her exposed neck beams in the soft light makes something clench low in his belly. One never knows what cloaks can cover, he thinks smirking. It would be best if he leaves; yet still he stays.

Done stretching, the lady turns and drops into a fighting stance. Catching sight of her face, he frowns. Not a handmaiden then, searching with a calculating eye he finally catches her face full in the soft light. The Queen, he lets a breath out and admires her form as it twists and turns. Her fiery nature easily adapted well to combat, and he admired her skill and dedication to reach such a point in training. Knowing he should just leave and go back to bed for his Master returns tomorrow, he takes another breath and steps out into the room. I have a feeling she will continue to surprise me.

#37 - vision

Her tunic is ripped to shreds, patches of skin showing bruises and scrapes. Her pants aren't much better off and her boots are completely covered in mud. His mind catalogues all this but to him, in this moment, she is the most beautiful thing in the world.

"Glad you decided to show up Kenobi, I've got a senator to save and you're just the man to help me."

#38 - attention

She can feel his eyes on her, watching and observing her. Having his sole attention focused sent a shiver down her back, yet she stayed poised. He musn't know.

#39 – soul

He twists so he has her on her back. Releasing her mouth he pants as he tries to catch up with his body, mind racing he looks down at her. Her breasts rise and fall as she tries to catch her breath, and her lips are swollen from his ministrations. He catches her eyes and stills. There, shinning back at him, is Sabé; all of her exposed, her very soul screaming out at him to stay, don't stop, and just please give in this once. He could never deny her anything, anyway.

Leaning back down he kisses a path down between her breasts and finishes removing what little clothing remained between them. Yes, he would stay. He smoothes a hand over breast and down to her hip. No, he wouldn't stop. Her hands find his shoulders and tug him back down to her. He would give in, relinquish his control. He rocks up into her and they both gasp.

#40 – picture

They kept in contact, even though he was busy figuring out the ins and outs of having the "chosen one" as a padawan. She would always reply even though she kept getting promoted and more and more responsibilities piled up on her desk. Two years later though, he received a package. Not sure what it was, he quickly opened it. Inside was an old-fashioned frame with a picture he had no idea existed.

They were resting on the roots of a huge tree in the Gungan forest, clearly plotting something to do with the resistance army. She was dressed as the Queen, and he still had his padawan braid. The sneaky handmaiden who must have snapped the shot, probably Rabé, caught the moment when they had shared a small joke. Sabé's face was lit up with a wide smile as she looked at him, and his head was thrown back in unexpected mirth. She always managed to surprise him, and delight him. Laughing merrily, he put the picture on a shelf next to his bed. Jedi had few personal belongings, but he knew he would treasure this one always.