(A/N) I didn't mean for this to become a two part thing, however, after writing chapter 2 of In the Lights, I felt the need. Little different take. Satine POV for one thing. Hope you enjoy, read and review please, I love to know what you all think.

She liked kissing him. The ginger hairs of his beard were not the prickly spindles that she thought they would be, they were actually soft when they crushed up against her face. She would have preferred that he didn't have it, it was not to her taste, but she figured, as their mouths pressed closer together, that she could learn to live with it. He held her close, and she recanted all of her memories from the night before, her body urging to be with him again.

They had eaten their lunch through quiet conversations, speaking of old times, of new ones, of all missions that he thought she might enjoy stories form. He told her of a small Twi'lek girl named Numa whom he had carried on a mission, defending from droids, and how she had clung to him for almost an entire day. It was a beautiful thought of him, almost separate from the war, existing as an almost father figure. His hands came around her back, never breaking their kiss and he lowered her into the soft blankets there were resting on, his body supporting hers.

The thought of him as a father, most prudently as the father to her children he could have been if she had asked him to stay on Mandalore with her all those years ago. She pushed the thought away, pulling back from his lips to look into his gentle eyes above her. She wondered if he knew how beautiful he was, encapsulating, and strong; she doubted it, brushing the backs of her fingers across his jawline, she realized what a pity it was that he did not realize such.

"I have to admit," He spoke in a soft tone, barely audible over the whisper of rushing water through the filter of the pond behind them. "This is much easier without all of the exalted headdresses, your grace."

"I have my reasons for not wearing such, Master Jedi," She teased back, reaching around his thin, but solid body to unclip his belt from behind his back. She saw the glint of his lightsaber catch some of the paneled light, and decided not to put it to far away from them, laying it gently on the edge of the blankets instead.

"Yes, and I appreciate them." He kissed her cheek, lying on his side next to her to pull her into another kiss. Her hands weren't idle as his ghosted over her sides and brushed through her loose hair, they undid the strings of his tunic, and the panels came apart in her hands. Gently, slowly, she pushed them off of his shoulders, balling up the coarse fabric and tossing it into some odd corner of the garden. She pulled back from him to admire his body in full light, actually being able to see him whereas the night before had been a mixture of feeling and display under the multicolored lights of her room.

She moved her hand down his bicep, over his hardened chest, and abdominal muscles. Although she had always found his mental capacities and maturity as what connected her to him, he had always been physically attractive. Now especially, when his serious, but sarcastic demeanor finally matched his age, and she could finally express the love she had always felt for him, be it only for a few days.

His lips went to her throat, and arousal sent jolts through her body, his hands snaking around to undo the zipper and small ties of the back of her dress. She moved around, letting him take the dress off of her easily, where he laid it over one of the sets of rocks around them. She then turned, and seeing an opportunity to change things a bit, pressed her hands into his chest, his body connecting with solid ground and she clambered on top of him, straddling his waist into the ground. His eyes were stretched a bit wide, but he was smiling up at her, his auburn hair pushed back off of his forehead.

She shifted her hips against him, feeling the hardness between his legs growing against her body. She kissed the tip of his nose, then the corner of his lips, then moved steadily downwards, keeping her hands ahead of her lips on their descent. His body curled into her touch, soft noised coming from him, his hands locked tightly onto her hips. Her hands undid his pant strings, and with his help, she pushed them off of him. She moved her hand against him over the fabric of his underwear, groans he didn't bother to hide coming from him.

Her own body reacted in time with his, seeing his arousal, knowing that she was the cause of it was exciting. His hands moved over her sides, cutting what were now electric paths across her skin, to undo the clip of her strapless bra. IT came off in his hands, and joined her dress near them. She watched him as he took in her breasts, his fingers moving over them, kneading the skin their softly, tracing patterns over the soft skin of her nipples until they hardened against the pads of his thumbs.

She savored the feeling of him bringing her pleasure, touching her breasts, his hands moving over her back, and then down to her legs. She moved her hands again, this time to tug at his constricting boxers, pulling them down his legs as eh kicked them off. Instead of touching him, as she had down, she pressed her hips into his, the rough feel of her panties, barely containing the heat she was radiating, into him.

In a very un-Obi-Wan move, his hand slid from her hip and grasped her butt. She suspicioned it was just a reaction to the feel of her motions, wanting more contact, more friction, but she had to admit that she didn't mind the feeling. It was empowering, to know how much he wanted her, just as much, it seemed as she wanted him. But as she looked down at him, he moved his hand, his cheeks red.

"Sorry..." He mumbled, his voice hoarse, and his accent more pronounced that usual. "I didn't mean to do that."

"Its fine, Obi." She leaned down, her breasts pressing into his body, their lower bodies brought even closer together, and pulled him into another kiss. His hand went o her lower back this time, holding her close, and she savored the feeling of his touch. His tongue was urgent against hers, she could feel the need and the fire behind his kisses and his touch. As they stayed together, one kiss turning into two, then three, then four, both of his hands came free from her hips, sliding the last barrier between them down her legs and unlike the careful way he had been laying her clothes, tossed it behind them. "I like you touching me, Obi-Wan."

"I would hope so." His trademark sarcasm caused a laugh form them both, doing strange things to the way their bodies were connected. She leaned back from him, and took him in her hand, stroking him lightly. He watched her, as, in one motion, she slid onto him, her own body slick with desire, his body taut with arousal. They groaned together as their bodies came together fully, him sliding to fit perfectly inside of her.

"I don't think," He said, looking up at her, "that's something you can get used to." She felt inclined to agree with him, but didn't trust words. Instead, she started to move slowly, drawing him in deep to her, and releasing him in a pattern that was almost maddeningly slow. She ground her pelvis into his, her nerve endings igniting with every slight move that she made. His hands went to her sides, supporting her as she moved her hips steadily. After a while, she felt his hips start to move in time, in the opposite motion of hers.

His subtle movements met every move of hers, the pair of them moving in sync, their bodies coming together with groans twisting from his chest to mingle with moans that slipped from hers. She started to move faster, leveraging herself on his chest in an effort to guide their motions. He moved with her, speeding up his pace, as felt the tight knot in her stomach start to twist, to beg for release. Her eyes went down to him but his were shut tight, reveling in their coupling.

She slid her hands over his body, and slowed down slightly, wanting to savor this time between them. As badly as she wanted it, as badly as her body was pushing her to draw this to completion, she wanted to spend more time being with him, together, before things had to change again. She felt his hands move from her sides to her hips, then from her hips back to her butt, pulling her closer to him as they rocked together.

His eyes opened, and he leaned up to kiss her, their bodies moving almost feverishly together, the sounds of the garden drowned out behind her as her thoughts moved only to him; his hands, his lips, his tongue, his body. He filled her again with a sharp thrust, and she heard herself moan out his name, their kiss broken for her to speak against his lips. She kept moving in earnest, feeling his body respond to her muscles tightening around him. Before she was done riding her own high, his own primal moan of release came to her ears, his body moving slowly, then stilling inside of her.

He pulled her into another kiss, arms going back around her back to lay them side by side again. Their lisp stayed together as their bodies separated, the overwhelming feeling of closeness, of contentment, of pleasure racking through both of them. For a few long moments, lost in the simple throes of being together in every physical way, they shared no words. Instead, he took her hand, entwining their fingers together.

"I think there may be a problem." She said softly, and he looked back at her, his eyebrows arching in surprise. She sat propped up on her eyebrows, and confirmed what she thought she had seen. His tunic was lying at the edge of the pond, the fabric soaked thick with water. He laughed, and she could the deep reverberations of his chest against her body.

He used his free hand to spread it out below them, settling back, reaching for his boxers and pants. After they had been sufficiently redressed, him from the waist down, her with her dress pulled back on; she rested her head on his chest as he leaned back onto the ledge behind them.

"Things have changed," she said softly, into the skin of his chest that had slowed down as his breathing had relaxed.

"No." He replied, holding her closer, and she was aware of his eyes looking down at her. "We have changed." And the truth was there between them, they were not the Jedi Padawan and young rebel they had once been, making love when they had a free moment to themselves, stealing touches and kisses and thoughts when they finally managed to be alone together so long ago. No, now they were both more and less than that.

She was a leader, a ruler, an icon for peace and neutrality. He was the face of the Galactic Republic, one of the top generals in an ever-elongating war. They had grown form their adolescent time together, where spent passion was almost exclusively physical, and their loe had been new. It had matured, and hardened, as they had. Now there was love, but it was tinged with loss, with grief, strengthened by time and distance.

"I'm not sure that's such a bad thing." And although he did not answer her, she was sure, from the tightening of his arm around her, that he agreed.